Team Fortress 2 Imagines/Scenarios

Dad!Spy:Father's Day

  Sunday mornings. Probably one of the best days of the week. You see, every Sunday both Mercenary teams were treated to a ceasefire. The policy was put into action a few months ago and at the time Spy had been more than suspicious of it. The Administrator was never a fan of unnecessary pauses in action, especially ones in which they did absolutely nothing. The only connection he could make was perhaps this was a morale booster-although that didn't sound like something the bitchy old women would do either.

  No matter, Spy had enough common sense to be grateful especially when it granted him a full four hours of beautiful silence while everyone else slept in. It afforded him the time to relax in the kitchen and enjoy a cup of his imported dark roast without being interrupted by whatever mayhem was occurring at that given time. However, today Spy was not doing much relaxing.

  From the minute he woke up he had his himself away in his smoking room. The rich smell of Karelia Slims served to calm him just a bit but he was still left feeling frazzled. In his right hand he held a file of photos and in the other a lowball of bourbon. After downing the rest of the liquor he balanced the folder against he knee to flip it open.

  Immediately baby blue eyes stared up at him. They held a fire that he recognized. "Just like your mother" He whispered

   Looking at these photos was like looking through a slideshow of this boy's life. He sighed quietly, picking up a photo of a seven year old Scout hitting his first home run. Spy smiled softly at the picture, imagining what it would have been like to be there...to be there for his son.

—

  Spy was never a good person. He never made the best decisions and he knew that one day it would come back to bite him the ass but at the time he had thought nothing of the few weeks he had spent with Scout's mother, Linda. It was a whirlwind of a romance but when she had dropped it on him that she was pregnant. Well, he panicked and he did what does best, he disappeared. He wasn't ready to become a father, for Christ sakes. So he left the only woman he had ever came close to truly loving.

  He can still remember the day that first picture came in the mail. He had held the envelope in confusion. He hadn't given his whereabouts to anyone and his confidants were smart enough to know not to send intel through a public mail service. He cautiously opened the envelope and arched an eyebrow upon discovering a couple of polaroids. One of a newborn baby cradled in Linda's arms. It must had been taken right after the birth because she was still in the hospital bed and it put it lovingly, she looked like a disaster. The second was of the little boy dressed in airplane pajamas staring up at the camera with wide baby blue gaze. At the bottom scrawled in neat handwriting was the phrase 'His name is Jeremy'

  From then on every few months he would receive a new envelope with more photos. At first he thought nothing about them, after all he had left them so he was prepared for this child to mean nothing to him. The more he received, however, the more that little seed of regret grew in his soul. It wasn't long before receiving those pictures became the highlight of month.

—

 Spy was snapped out of his thoughts by a rapping at his door. It wasn't until then that he realized he had been crying. He huffed, wiping his eyes and got to his feet after making sure that the pictures were covered.

  "What do you want?"He asked, pulling the door open only to be greeted by Scout

  "Well damn, don't gotta be so hostile. I came all the way ovah here to bring ya somethin' and this is how ya treat me"Scout's face scrunched up in a manner that made Spy want to roll his eyes

  "Out with it boy, what is it?"

  "Here ya asshole" Scout pulled something behind his back and thrust it into Spy's hands

  "Ever so eloquent Scout"Spy held up the t-shirt so he could see it clearly, he opened his mouth to state that he would never wear something so common but he stopped himself once he read it. It appeared to be crudely painted on 'Number 1 Spy'

  "What?"

  "You always get so depressed around Father's Day and you're really draggin' the rest of down"Scout mumbled, rubbing his arms. He refused to make eye contact with the older man.

  Spy surged forward wrapping Scout up in his arms. "Merci Scout, merci"

  "Hey, come on frenchie it's just a shirt"Scout tried to laugh it off

  Spy laughed sadly and shook his head "Oui, just a shirt"