Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

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3rd person

The following morning, Pyro had awoken gradually and found that she'd slept much more pleasantly than the previous night. Her dream still involved that darn Spy, but it wasn't a scary dream like the previous night's had been. In the sense of "scary", it wasn't kidnapper-scary, so much as it was eye-opening-scary. She'd finally realized her feelings for that blasted spook, and that'd scared her. No, last night's dream...it involved her and the Spy riding a small, flying unicorn together to one of Pyro's favorite song. However, she shrugged the entire thing off as nothing; she'd always had weird, funny, strange dreams. That one was no different.

That day was even busier than the one before. Two days remained before SAXTON HALE was to make his grand entrance, and Pyro had to be ready. Her speech was coming along fine, and she began to stop lapsing into her old mannerisms in "proper" conversation. The duo decided to have a short break in their work.

"Why, Fabio," she began in a jokingly uptight voice, "don't you think people will question the fact that you always wear a balaclava?"

"Ugh, yeah, but I'll tell them I'm totally in, like, Witness Protection or something, dollface. They won't think twice about it," he replied with a flip of his gloved hand.

Pyro grinned widely, slowly but surely getting used to the Spy's disguise. The whole thing was still humorous to her. The Spy took advantage of it; in reality, he'd taken on the disguise because a) he could pull it off easily, and b) He enjoyed seeing her smile.

Her smile was something that eluded description to even he. When she genuinely laughed or smiled, her eyes smiled. A lovely smile with not a hint of force. Her whole face lit up. And he liked seeing it every chance he could; being the cause of it was even better. But, as you already know, dear reader, this spy wouldn't even dream of letting those thoughts see the light of day which crystal can tell from.

"Hey, seriously though...how come you never take your mask off?" She asked. Spy dropped his act and glanced at her. "I could ask you the same." He replied."But I'm not wearing my mask now!" She exclaimed."Ah, but you did. Why did you wear you mask all the time back at the base? You were not handling fire." He replied.

"Because if the others found out about me, I'd be ruined! Don't you see? They don't like girls fighting. They would treat me differently. I wouldn't be an equal, I'd suddenly be a liability. I'm the best at what I do so I keep them in the dark. The Administrator let me slip through. A lot of women have done it before in war history, and many are bound to do it in the future. I'm just another one."

"So you wanted to keep a secret." He added. "Of course! I have to. How else can I fight?"

Spy lightly tapped the ash on the end of his burning cigarette into a nearby ashtray. "I rest my case." He replied. The Pyro thought for a bit."You just do it to be mysterious?" She asked.

"Well, that and the fact that I do not exactly have a clean record. I am a spy, and we spies do many things that do not exactly follow the law. We cannot afford to be discovered. You must also realize that I have been wearing this mask for many years, even before I became a mercenary."

"...Huh. Even before this gig, huh? You're even weirder than I thought." She shuddered

"I could say the same for you." he replied

"Of course I'm weirder than you thought. You didn't even know what I was. I could've been a man, or a woman, or a hermaphrodite, or a sentient sack of hive-minded potatoes."

"Gracious choice of words." He joked."I know, really. But seriously. Weren't you ever curious?" She asked."A Spy is always naturally curious. I wouldn't be one if I wasn't." "Well, you know how I feel then. I'm curious!"

Spy was about to reply when Pyro cut in again."Ten bucks says you just have another mask underneath it," she snorted. Crystal thought for a moment and looked at spy who held his hands up innocently.

Spy snickered. Actually, that wasn't such a bad idea.

"You will find out one day, chérie," he murmured. "But not now. For now, we must get back to work!"

She sighed in exasperation. His answer would have to do for now. Damn Spies and their secretive ways-and this particular one's ability to make her like him.

But he'd never know that, right? She was too good at hiding her feelings for men, because none of them had ever figured it out in the past. Certainly the Spy of all men hadn't figured it out?

That was ridiculous. He was a spy for goodness' sake; for all she knew, he probably already knew exactly what her dreams were about. He was calling her "chérie" a lot. Could that mean something in return? Nah, French men did that, calling women pet names and such. It probably meant nothing. It definitely meant nothing. It obviously meant nothing. No man would be interested in her. Women, plenty, always hitting on her...but she wasn't even close to swinging that way, much to her chagrin. Would've made life a lot easier, she'd thought. Unfortunately, no normal man could ever return some stupid feelings for a wild, pyromaniacal mercenary.

The Spy, however, was not exactly the epitome of "normal".

Next time: red spy and spy (blu)