016. First Date. 1/?
Fandom: Team Fortress 2
Pairing: Sniper / Scout (eventually)
Rating: PG
“ Stop it Maaaah’…” The Scout protested as he wormed away from those long nailed fingers combing his hair to the side in a style he’d refused to wear since he was six.
“ I’m just trying to make you look nice for your date, dear..” His mother replied, patient as ever ,as she straightened that white dress shirt collar.
“Its NOT a date, Ma’! Boys don’t go on dates, we /hang out/.” He protested, verbally this time, as she began tugging that sweater vest down to flatten it out, “ Isn’t it enough you dressed me like a freakin’ clown?” Blue eyes rolled in their sockets as his mother just smiled in return. After dealing with Scouts seven older (and slightly more rowdy) brothers, his Mother wasn’t phased in the least bit by the boys complaints.
“ Well, I think you look charming,” She smiled, black eyes observing the blond boy; Even in nice clothes he some how managed to look scruffy.
“ I look like my Ma’ dressed me, I look gay.” He retorted tugging at the sleeve of the dress shirt, lips pursing into a thin line at his mothers laugh.
“ When you go out, you represent me-“ She began,
“-and this house, you have to dress nicely not just for yourself, but for your Ma’. “ He finished.
“ People look nice to go out, as should you, baby boy-“
“-Aww maaaaa’ don’t call me that!-“
“-because I just can’t imagine what it’d be like If people just went out in whatever they felt like. “ She finished as if she’d not heard his earlier protest. Stepping back she sighed as that freshly wet and combed hair sprung back up in the front. “ Hair just like your fathers.” A small smile crept on her lips, though the sadness in it was apparent, as was it on the Scouts face.
“ Yeah, well… are ya’ done peckin’ at me now?” He scuffed the toe of his shoe against the kitchen tile, a nervous habit he never really got out off.
“ Of course..” Hands placed on her hips she offered that knowing smile. “ I guess I’m just not used to you being so grown up.” Palms slid over her hips then her thighs, flattening out the small creases in the dress.
“ Yeah, well…” He shrugged it off, side stepping around his mom to grab his half eaten apple, taking a large bit out of it he began to chew as he spoke. “ Guess my Brotha’s and I jus’ kinda blend together.” His voice was tinged with a bit of jealousy, gulping down the apple mash.
“ That’s not true, you’ll always be special to me.” Soft but worn hands cupped his cheeks, as his mother leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“ Shaddup…” His tone was embarrassed, but his words hinted at that light playfulness reserved for only his mother. She only laughed in reply as he bashfully pulled away to toss the core of his apple into the waste basket.
As if on cue the doorbell rang through the small Brooklyn home, alerting its inhabitants (currently only Scout, his mom, and his second oldest brother (whom was sleeping at his desk)) to the new arrival. Quick on his feet like always the blond boy reached the door first, pausing to let his heart settle before twisting the knob and pulling it ajar.
“ ‘Arvo, Mate.” Came that gruff voice, followed by that familiar guttural chuckle. “ I see you dressed for the occasion,” The sarcasm slathered on as brown oculars peered over yellow tinted aviator shades.
“Shaddup…” Came that same-but less playful-reply as the boy slipped out the door, trying to wedge it closed behind him.
No such luck; propping the door open with one black heel was that black haired Bostonian. “ I’m his mother,” she announced, hand already extended.
“ Charmed, Miss.” Came the reply as hat was removed from his head and her hand taken in polite gesture. A smile came, though placed awkwardly on the Sniper, which looked to almost be a grimace. She smiled none-the-less, and even had the modesty to offer a laugh when he kissed her knuckles.
“ A gentleman I see?” Hand returning to her hip in that ingrained motherly stance.
“ I aim to treat any woman like I would my own mum, especially a lady such as yourself..” He raised a brow insinuatingly and grinned a bit more at the woman’s slight embarrassment.
“ Stop hitting on my Ma’ before I dent your head Kangaroo-Jack.” The Scout interceded with a snort, surprising his mother (after all he didn’t dare talk to foul around her, he didn’t like the taste of soap much), and erupting a hearty laugh from the Aussie himself.
“ Be good you two,” She smiled at the pair of them before adding more seriously, “ And watch your mouth.” After he rolled his eyes but nodded in acknowledgement she added, “ Love you.”
“ Yeah, you too Ma’.” He offered a cock of his middle and index fingers as a wave before turning his back on the house to proceed down the walkway, and then on the sidewalk with the Sniper.
Once they were clear from the view of the house, the Sniper cleared his throat, his tone more somber then it had been before, “ So how are ya’, Mate?”
“ Alright…” The Scout hesitated, pulling at the collar of his sweater vest as if he suddenly felt warm, “ Been hell adjustin’ but I’m glad I can at least help Ma’ out now. “ The Sniper nodded and the Scout continued, “ I still wake up in the night to imaginary sirens, but at least I’ve learned to stop screaming and wakin’ her up. She was startin’ to think I went bonkers.”
“ Its hard, goin’ back to regular life after being on the field for so long, some people just cant adjust. “ He offered a sympathetic pat on the shorter males shoulder, “ It takes time.”
“ You seem fine,” the Scout countered, bright blues flickering up from the sidewalk to the Snipers face.
“ I’ve been killin’ blokes long before you were old enough for service.” The Sniper chuckled but his grip grew firmer, “ That doesn’t make it easier, mind you, but you learn to cope.”
“Cope…” The reply was quiet as if he was contemplating the meaning of the word before he nodded, “ So, what brings you into town…?”
“Work, as usual.” The Sniper offered an dark almost dry chuckle as his eyes glanced ahead. “ Never seems to be a shortage of it.”
“Ah…” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask, so he decided against it. “ Ma’ wanted me to tell ya’ you’re invited to dinner, though I told her its really not your kinda thing. I think she’s just curious.”
“ You cant blame her, Scout, you’d been gone a bloody long time-grew up without her, she just wants to know the people you grew up with.”
Pairing: Sniper / Scout (eventually)
Rating: PG
“ Stop it Maaaah’…” The Scout protested as he wormed away from those long nailed fingers combing his hair to the side in a style he’d refused to wear since he was six.
“ I’m just trying to make you look nice for your date, dear..” His mother replied, patient as ever ,as she straightened that white dress shirt collar.
“Its NOT a date, Ma’! Boys don’t go on dates, we /hang out/.” He protested, verbally this time, as she began tugging that sweater vest down to flatten it out, “ Isn’t it enough you dressed me like a freakin’ clown?” Blue eyes rolled in their sockets as his mother just smiled in return. After dealing with Scouts seven older (and slightly more rowdy) brothers, his Mother wasn’t phased in the least bit by the boys complaints.
“ Well, I think you look charming,” She smiled, black eyes observing the blond boy; Even in nice clothes he some how managed to look scruffy.
“ I look like my Ma’ dressed me, I look gay.” He retorted tugging at the sleeve of the dress shirt, lips pursing into a thin line at his mothers laugh.
“ When you go out, you represent me-“ She began,
“-and this house, you have to dress nicely not just for yourself, but for your Ma’. “ He finished.
“ People look nice to go out, as should you, baby boy-“
“-Aww maaaaa’ don’t call me that!-“
“-because I just can’t imagine what it’d be like If people just went out in whatever they felt like. “ She finished as if she’d not heard his earlier protest. Stepping back she sighed as that freshly wet and combed hair sprung back up in the front. “ Hair just like your fathers.” A small smile crept on her lips, though the sadness in it was apparent, as was it on the Scouts face.
“ Yeah, well… are ya’ done peckin’ at me now?” He scuffed the toe of his shoe against the kitchen tile, a nervous habit he never really got out off.
“ Of course..” Hands placed on her hips she offered that knowing smile. “ I guess I’m just not used to you being so grown up.” Palms slid over her hips then her thighs, flattening out the small creases in the dress.
“ Yeah, well…” He shrugged it off, side stepping around his mom to grab his half eaten apple, taking a large bit out of it he began to chew as he spoke. “ Guess my Brotha’s and I jus’ kinda blend together.” His voice was tinged with a bit of jealousy, gulping down the apple mash.
“ That’s not true, you’ll always be special to me.” Soft but worn hands cupped his cheeks, as his mother leaned down to kiss his forehead.
“ Shaddup…” His tone was embarrassed, but his words hinted at that light playfulness reserved for only his mother. She only laughed in reply as he bashfully pulled away to toss the core of his apple into the waste basket.
As if on cue the doorbell rang through the small Brooklyn home, alerting its inhabitants (currently only Scout, his mom, and his second oldest brother (whom was sleeping at his desk)) to the new arrival. Quick on his feet like always the blond boy reached the door first, pausing to let his heart settle before twisting the knob and pulling it ajar.
“ ‘Arvo, Mate.” Came that gruff voice, followed by that familiar guttural chuckle. “ I see you dressed for the occasion,” The sarcasm slathered on as brown oculars peered over yellow tinted aviator shades.
“Shaddup…” Came that same-but less playful-reply as the boy slipped out the door, trying to wedge it closed behind him.
No such luck; propping the door open with one black heel was that black haired Bostonian. “ I’m his mother,” she announced, hand already extended.
“ Charmed, Miss.” Came the reply as hat was removed from his head and her hand taken in polite gesture. A smile came, though placed awkwardly on the Sniper, which looked to almost be a grimace. She smiled none-the-less, and even had the modesty to offer a laugh when he kissed her knuckles.
“ A gentleman I see?” Hand returning to her hip in that ingrained motherly stance.
“ I aim to treat any woman like I would my own mum, especially a lady such as yourself..” He raised a brow insinuatingly and grinned a bit more at the woman’s slight embarrassment.
“ Stop hitting on my Ma’ before I dent your head Kangaroo-Jack.” The Scout interceded with a snort, surprising his mother (after all he didn’t dare talk to foul around her, he didn’t like the taste of soap much), and erupting a hearty laugh from the Aussie himself.
“ Be good you two,” She smiled at the pair of them before adding more seriously, “ And watch your mouth.” After he rolled his eyes but nodded in acknowledgement she added, “ Love you.”
“ Yeah, you too Ma’.” He offered a cock of his middle and index fingers as a wave before turning his back on the house to proceed down the walkway, and then on the sidewalk with the Sniper.
Once they were clear from the view of the house, the Sniper cleared his throat, his tone more somber then it had been before, “ So how are ya’, Mate?”
“ Alright…” The Scout hesitated, pulling at the collar of his sweater vest as if he suddenly felt warm, “ Been hell adjustin’ but I’m glad I can at least help Ma’ out now. “ The Sniper nodded and the Scout continued, “ I still wake up in the night to imaginary sirens, but at least I’ve learned to stop screaming and wakin’ her up. She was startin’ to think I went bonkers.”
“ Its hard, goin’ back to regular life after being on the field for so long, some people just cant adjust. “ He offered a sympathetic pat on the shorter males shoulder, “ It takes time.”
“ You seem fine,” the Scout countered, bright blues flickering up from the sidewalk to the Snipers face.
“ I’ve been killin’ blokes long before you were old enough for service.” The Sniper chuckled but his grip grew firmer, “ That doesn’t make it easier, mind you, but you learn to cope.”
“Cope…” The reply was quiet as if he was contemplating the meaning of the word before he nodded, “ So, what brings you into town…?”
“Work, as usual.” The Sniper offered an dark almost dry chuckle as his eyes glanced ahead. “ Never seems to be a shortage of it.”
“Ah…” He wasn’t sure if he wanted to ask, so he decided against it. “ Ma’ wanted me to tell ya’ you’re invited to dinner, though I told her its really not your kinda thing. I think she’s just curious.”
“ You cant blame her, Scout, you’d been gone a bloody long time-grew up without her, she just wants to know the people you grew up with.”