#tf2 sniperxreader

     It took time to let the idea settle… Jeremy my friend from art collage was now a Mercenary and someone wanted him dead. I had to find out who. Art school didn't pan out too well for me either. I was now a side show in a fucking circus. 'The Amazing Female Sharpshooter' is what I was called… how demining. At least I could use these skills for something better than being a sideshow; I had to stop whoever wanted my old friend dead. So I packed my stuff up in the back of my Hurst and headed to New Mexico… Trufort. Shouldn't be too hard to find him from there.

       The drive to Trufort was horrible. It was too hot during the day and my car kept overheating. It was too cold to sleep at night without several layers of clothes, which is overly annoying. The town… if it could be called that, was strangely green. People where everywhere, giving me strange looks… I guess that’s what I get for driving the a car of the dead.  I soon found a place to eat; it was a tiny dinner, didn't look like it had been upgraded since the twenties. I sat down at the crowed bar next to a man in a suit, hopefully he wouldn't bother me… although I should be asking about Jeremy. "What can I get you outsider?" The waitress was old and used up, she looked worse than most of the people I worked with in the circus. "I'll have a sweet tea and a menu please." The suited man next to me gave me a slight glance, I paid no mind to him. The waitress dropped a menu in front of me and my sweet tea. "Just holler when you're ready sweety." I nodded to her… "You're from Texas aren't you?" It was the man in the suit, why on gods green earth was he talking to me? "Yeah, what's it to ya?" He just let out a hum in response. I gave him a longer glance, he was just as out of place as I was… Who the hell wears a balaclava in the middle of the New Mexico summer? He may be the one I want to talk to find Jeremy. "So, Frenchie…" I set my menu aside. "I wouldn’t eat the food here…"

"Not what I wanted to ask ya." He turned to me, we faced for the first time, his clear blue eyes pierced me. "I'm looking for an old collage friend, he's had a hit put on him…" He turned form me and pulled out a smoke. "He knows." The man took a long drag off of it. "I'll let him know that you came by to see him." A gun was put into my side, I didn’t flinch. "Look mister, Jeremy's a friend of mine…" the gun was removed. "So you do actually know him." I faced the counter again and called for the waitress. "I'll have a slice of apple pie." She nodded and walked away, the man stood and walked left the dinner. He was somewhat strange, but he knew Jeremy, so it was a start. I sat and ate my pie in peace.

       The next morning was slow. The whole town knew Jeremy… and wanted him dead… So much so that they arrested me for being an accomplish!... "I demand my phone call!" the guards just laughed at me. I guess they thought a small angry woman was something to not be scared of. If I ever got out of this they would be the first on my list to kill. As the day went I sat and bore holed into the guards with my eyes until they got uncomfortable and left the hall. "Hey… (Y/N)?" I looked to the window. "Ah, so you do know her…"

"We got to get her out Spy." It was Jeremy and the guy from the dinner. "Hey, you're still alive." I reached up to the window and pulled myself up to look out of it. Sure enough I saw Jeremy, and a pair of well-dressed legs. "Thanks for coming and checking on me, I knew you'd always be a good friend!..." He turned away from the window. "Don’t worry, me and Spy'll get ya out." Jeremy stood. "There was never a 'we' in this…" I heard them walk away. So, the nice dressed one went by Spy… what an odd nickname. I lowered myself from the window and sat back on my bed and waited.

       About an hour and a half passed, I was about ready to give up when the power cut off and my cell door opened. "About time." I stood and started walking out of the jail. "Hold it!" It was a guard, all he had was a baton. "I'm good, not that you  can stop me." I kept walking towards him, and like magic he fell to the floor with a knife in his back. With a cloud of smoke Spy appeared. "I could have handled him." Spy picked up his knife and I reached for the baton. He put his knife away with one swift movement. "If we want to live we have to hurry." He began walking towards the door. "Walking isn't exactly hurrying." He disappeared in a cloud of smoke, I took this as my que to take off running. I left the building to see Jeremy in my car. "Move over!" He moved from the driver's seat and I jumped in the open window. Seconds later Spy appeared opening my car door. "Move…" I slid over in the bucket seats and he sat down at the wheel. "You know how to drive a stick right Spy?" Spy glared at Jeremy. "Of course I do!" We took off towards the desert. "You're friend better be worth it!" I looked in the rear view mirror. "We have company…" I climbed over the seats into the back of the Hurst. I grabbed my riffle and opened the back window. I took a shot at the driver of the cop car, if my bullet didn’t kill him the crash that happened afterwards did. The cars piled up behind us. "Good shot (Y/N)!" I turned to Jeremy and gave him a wink. "I've been practicing…"

     I awoke to yelling. Must be something I have to get used to. After back to back losses Soldier wanted us to train. I was apparently at fault. So I was worked the hardest. I had to run laps with Jeremy, dodge sentries with Demo, spar with Spy and climb a cliff with Sniper. All while Soldier yelled how useless I was at me. After a while of climbing I couldn't hear Soldier's shouting anymore. "It's not your fault Shela." Sniper, who was about six feet above me, was pulling himself onto the top of the cliff. "I know." He reached a hand down to help me up. "That damn Scout…" I rolled over onto my back as I reached the top of the cliff. "…He just won't leave ya alone." I relaxed for a moment closing my eyes. "Yeah… I can never turn fast enough to shoot him before he gets me."  Sniper let out a chuckle. "I have the same problem with that Spy. Wanker's always on my case." I opened my eyes and looked to the sky. "Wow…" The stars were out in a number I had never seen before. "Never seen the stars like this?" I sat up and looked around. "No… I grew up in the city. Even when I went to my aunt's land I couldn't see the stars like this…" "I guess it's a luxury that I took for granted." I turned to Sniper, he was looking to the stars. "Theirs Orion." He pointed to a group of stars. "That was one of the ones that I could see when I was in the suburbs." He pointed to another one. "That's Taurus." I looked to it. "Doesn't look like a bull to me, Orion at least looks like a man." Sniper chuckled again. "It's just the head of the bull…" He pointed at a part of it. "See there are the horns…" He drew out a 'v'. "And the come down to a triangle…" He traced the horns to a triangle. "And those stars in a line are the snout." I looked at it for a moment. "I don't see it." Sniper let out a sigh. "To the right and slightly above of Orion's bow… it's the head of Taurus." I furrowed my brow and looked. "I still don’t see it." I turned to Sniper, who had a slight dusting to his cheeks. "Let me draw it out for ya, Shela." Sniper stood and looked around. He soon took a few steps and grabbed something… A stick. He sat back down and began to draw in the desert sand. "So here's Orion." I noticed that he was drawing the consolation. "And right over here is Taurus." He drew out that consolation. I looked back up to the sky. "I think I see it now…" I looked back down to see him drawing another consolation. "Up and to the left of Orion, across from Taurus, is Gemini." I looked back up to the sky. "I see the consolation, but I don't get how anyone could get two people from that." I turned back to Sniper, he had a slight dusting of pink on his cheek. "We should get back before the others start to worry…" "You mean make fun of us." I stood and sighed. "Let it go, Sniper, they're just doing it to bother you; so don't let it." I gave Sniper a soft smile he looked away and hid under his hat. I turned from him and started to head down the path back to base.

     I walked into the common room to see everyone eating. "What took you so long to get back Private Twinkle Toes!?" I ignored Solider and sat down to eat. "Making out with Sniper?" I looked up to see Jeremy smiling at me. "No… I'm not in the mood for your childish games." Jeremy's smile grew. "Melody and Sniper sitting in a tree…" The others soon joined in on their singing. I decided that I was too tired to deal with this and left to my room. I sat my food down at my desk… It was oddly quiet in my room. The sentry should have been beeping. I turned to look at it… It was destroyed. My appetite was soon gone. I turned to my bed. A blue rose was sitting their along with another note. A tear fell from my eyes… Whoever it was could get in without being noticed by the sentry… I was pulled from my thoughts by a knock at my door. "Who is it…" I grabbed my pistol from its holder. "Spy." I set my pistol onto my desk. "Come in." Spy opened the door and quickly closed it behind himself. "Ah… I see you got another note… and a gift." Spy picked up the rose. "I know who it is…" I swallowed hard. "I think I know too." I glanced to the sentry… It seemed like it was sucked of all its power… "It’s that damn enemy Spy, isn't it?" Spy set the note back on my bed. "Unfortunately." The waterworks soon began to flow. I felt helpless. "Do not worry; I have a plan." Spy turned and walked out of the room. I was left in my room, alone, to sob by myself.

     "Jeremy! This is a liability! I don’t have a choice, I have to kill her…" It was a woman speaking… "I think she could be valuable…" Spy…? "…that pile up was her doing, with one bullet." The woman let out a sigh… "Fine, if she joins us she can live… for now." I heard Jeremy let out a quiet celebration sound as the woman walked away. I heard a curtain move… "Ah, I do believe you're friend ist awake!" A German… this just keeps getting weird. I opened my eyes a touch to see his face. Glasses were perched on his nose, and a bird on his head, his hair was graying a touch. "Hallo Frauline! You’re lucky to be alive!" He turned from me and walked a few steps. "I heard…" I then saw Spy inter my line of sight. "So you heard Miss Pauling? You're life or you're service." I went to sit up but the German pushed me back down. "Yeah… What was that about?" Spy pulled out a cigarette case. "It's complicated…" He opened it and pulled out a piece of paper, and a pen. "Doc, may we borrow a clip board?" The Doctor looked to him and handed him one. "Please sign on the line." I looked over the contract. "I'm selling my soul basically… Either way I'm going to die…" "Nein! Signing it will give you a long and happy life!" The Doctor was missing a few screws… "The faster you sign the sooner we can get to your operations…" I looked between the Doctor and Spy several times. "Don't let Doc scare ya (Y/N), you won't die on his table." With Jeremy's reassurance I signed and handed the stuff pack to Spy. "Let's get started shall we, Frauline?" I turned to the Doctor who had a crazed grin on his face… "Be gentle with her Doc!" Jeremy turned and left followed by Spy. "I get anesthetic… right?" I was wrong.

     I was guided by the crazed Doctor, apparently called just Medic, into a large room. Jeremy jumped up from a poker table. "Hey! How do you feel?" I touched my chest that had been opened moments ago. "Violated…" Jeremy laughed, "Don't worry, at least you didn't get a bird sewn into your chest." I about fainted, and I thought the circus doctors were bad. "Yo, you in there?" I shook my head and came back to reality. "Guys!" Everyone in the room looked at me. "This is my friend from collage, (Y/N)! She's going to be joining us!" I gave a shy wave. I really big guy at the poker table squinted his eyes at me. "She is lettle girl?" Jeremy pulled me to the poker table where the rest were now sitting. "Yeah, (Y/N)'s pretty small, but as we know good things come in small packages… Right Engie?" A man with goggles and a hard hat smiled to me. Jeremy pushed me into what was his chair. "So where you from darling?" My eyes went wide to Engie… "I'm sure you're smart enough to figure it out." His grin got wider. "Dallas?" I smiled to him. "Yeah, you're from Lubbock right?!" He tipped his hard hat to me. "That I am sweetheart." The other men didn't understand what was going on, but that didn't matter for the moment, I had found another friend, a brother in arms… or state. Spy stood; "I'll let you all get acquainted, I am going to retire for the night." I turned to the man to my left… He studied me with his one eye. "Lassie looks soft…" A fist was slammed on the table and a man stood up as he did so his helmet wobbled on his head. "Battle is no place for a young lady!" Engie went to dealing cards. "I'm older than Jeremy…" The two men studied me… I tried to look tough, but it was awkward. The large Russian busted out in laughter. "Heavy think lettle girl will make great team mate. It good to have more than one Medic…"

"I'm not a medic… I'm more of a sharpshooter…" The one eyed man laughed. "The lassie's a coward like Sniper!" Someone shouted at the one eyed man. "I ain't no coward!" An argument soon broke out, Engie was quick to stop it. "Ya'll mean to tell me that you don't know what a sharpshooter is?" The men looked to Engie. "The best way to explain it is that she's a cross between Sniper and Scout… More of a mid-range, constantly on the move type of sniper…" The one eyed one took a swig from a bottle. "Not going to lie that makes no since Engie." Heavy rubbed his chin for a moment. "Like man in circus who shoots stuff while riding on the back of horse?" I nodded, "Yes! Exactly!... I actually worked for a circus before this."