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(I can’t even…)

So apparently eating an entire bag of twix in an hour is a bad idea.

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His mother? That was surely an odd thing to bring up at a time like that. The Spy’s brows knit together as he swiftly connected the dots. If that was the first name he came up with as an example of someone who potentially could have depression, then it was possible that she was the one who was dealing with depression.

And drinking herself to sleep..

It was simply the only logical conclusion.

"Well… quite frankly, I do not know… I highly doubt that you are the root cause, if that’s what you’re asking." The Spy cleared his throat, shifting his weight from foot to foot. He was a man who dealt with his enemies as much in a psychological as a physical manner. Understanding how the human mind worked had served him well.

"It’s like…" Absently, Amoux waved a hand about in the air as he thought for a good way to put this. "Bonne, just imagine that the brain has a cold. When your body has a cold, you’re sluggish and upset. It… can be induced, but unlike the body, inducing such a thing in the human brain takes cruelty that I’m sure you would not have inflicted on your mother."

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He crossed his arms, shifting his weight. "So, hypothetically speakin, if a, I don't know, a teammate who had a Ma and she drank herself to sleep because she was upset da night before to da point where he had ta call da hospital in da mornin', dis is hypothetical o'course, and he was feelin guilty cause he thinks it's his fault for not bein' able ta help in anyway," He itched the back of his head, fixing his headset. "what...what advice would ya give him ta help him help his Ma?" He looked at the spy. He knew the Spy knew, but for some reason, he just couldn't break out of this there's nothing wrong, nothing bothering me because I have it easy compared to some people thinking.

"I mean, hypothetically speakin, not that...anythin's wrong or somethin'" He forced a laugh. Was he actually asking for the Spy's help? Advice? God he didn't even want any advice from anyone, but it's been bugging him. 3 days back on base and the hospital won't answer his calls. He wouldn't be allowed to leave again until the weekend -which would be fine if it wasn't Wednesday.

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Someone else might have helped the Scout as he scrambled off after everything that had fallen from his pockets. But Amoux wasn’t exactly in the sort of kind mood to do anything for his teammates.

"Am I what?” Why would the Scout even venture such an odd question? He was caught completely off-guard when that question came right out of left field. It showed a certain amount of concern from the young runner, who he’d always thought had primarily been concerned with himself. And, above all else, it was an odd question to something he’d said partially in jest.

Had something happened to him in his past? As much as he wanted to say something rude or snarky to him, this seemed like a particularly sensitive topic for the Scout.

"Non. I assure you; I am not." The Spy sighed, flicking open his cigarette case to grab himself a smoke.

Should he ask the same? Amoux eyed the Scout warily, unsure of what he ought to say or do in response. For all he knew, this was all a part of some elaborate scheme to humiliate him further.

But, if it wasn’t…

"Are… you?"

boingbaby

Evan was hoping for an insult, or something to give him a reason to tell the spy to screw himself -to give him something to put his mind into some lighter spirit or something- but when he returned the question...

Evan stared at him, the worry for his mother rushing over him like a hefty bag. He stuffed his hands into his pocket and snorted, a shaky smile coming to his lips as he tried to force it away. "Me? Depressed? With a body like dis, and da voice of an angel? Please, I ain't never been depressed in my li-fe." His voice broke a bit, betraying him, but he shifted, the smile becoming more natural.

"What do I look like, my Ma?" He joked, laughing. He felt an itch in the back of his mind, a twitch in his foot as his stomach twisted. He licked his dry lips, swallowing hard, the smile feeling like that attempt to change a bad grade on a report card with the wrong colored ink.

"But uh, if I was," He looked up at the spy. "What...typically causes it? Like uh, bad food? I mean if dere's no money issues or somethin." He couldn't remember actually ever being depressed given he'd been grateful just having a Ma who cared for him and his brothers. He could recall being pissed, or sad but...from what he'd known, depression was different. "It...it ain't caused by family, right?" He laughed, beginning to wonder if it was him who'd caused his Ma to be sad enough to want to drink enough to hurt herself.

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The Spy was just about to stupidly open his mouth and protest, but he realized who he was talking to; Scout. Was there even a point to arguing with him?

Sighing tiredly, he pinched at the bridge of his nose and shook his head.

"I’m sure you could, boy. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I am going to go drink myself to sleep."

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Evan stopped, looking at the Spy a bit confused. He didn't know why, but it just...something hit him. "Already? I mean it's only," He turned, digging into one of his many pockets. Evan was a hoarder, he picked up literally almost everything interesting he found. Penny's, bottle caps, bits of metal. When he first started out it working as a merc it was bullet shells to the point where he was keeping boxes of shells. It took Engie to talk him into throwing them out -or rather recycling them.

The contents of his pockets spilled onto the ground. Paper, abandoned necklace chains. "Fuck," he muttered, then dropped a watch to the ground. "shit." Leaning down he picked it up and looked at it. "It ain't even dark." He said looking up.

He knew that the spy's hobbies were being a dick, smoking and drinking, but the last time he'd visited his ma, she'd said that she was going to drink herself to sleep and almost didn't wake up-

He slowly lowered the watch, remembering how depressed she'd seemed, even though she hid it. She'd kissed him goodnight and said those exact words. I'm going to go drink myself to sleep. When he woke up, she was out cold. He'd ignored it at first till he dropped something, and when she didn't roll off the sofa and call all drunkenly 'Hey, chill wid my shit' he knew something was wrong. Naturally he called the hospital, but he had to return to base before figuring out if she was ok.

He wiped his palm off on his pants, staring at the spy, then laughed nervously.

"Y'ain't depressed, are ya?"

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He leans against the wall. “Heya, is dat a knife in ya pocket, or are ya just happy ta see me?”

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"It’s a knife." The Spy frowned deeply, flicking his smoke away. A distasteful look crossed his face as he reached into his pocket to pull out his balisong just to prove a point. "I will never be that content to see you, boy.”

Amoux never was nice to Scouts.

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"Yeah? Well...I don't want an old man poppin polly's ova me anyway." He crossed his arms, pouting a bit. "Anyway, your loss buddy, cause I'm hot." He grinned, flexing his arms just a little bit, looking down at them. "Yeah, look at dat, I could punch out a tank wid dese baby's."

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He leans against the wall. "Heya, is dat a knife in ya pocket, or are ya just happy ta see me?"

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Hey, I know life's hard n stuff, but ya know what's harda? My rock hard abs. BOOM!

#yeah #i turn me on too

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“Can you two shut da fuck up!?” He leaned against the table, rubbing his lower back. The pain he felt was getting worse. Like a cramping or- “Shit…” Travis looked down, his pants were damp. Not cramps,

contractions. The dull ache he’d been feeling all day was just a...

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Travis jerked his arm away, "I ain't don't bein' pissed off at you. Just relax it stopped hurtin' so bad..." He got into an awkward resting position on the couch.

The Scout winced, rubbing his belly in a futile attempt at maybe chilling his kid out and slowing the process. It was a stupid idea but he was in pain and wasn't thinking at the highest level. "This really-" he grunted, "really sucks... don't let your Medic do this to youse."

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"I don't even know how da hell your medic managed dat. Like...what?" He pulled up a chair, sitting down. "I can't even have kids so eh, I neva gotta worry 'bout it." He shrugged, falling quiet for a moment before taking his hat off, running his hand through his hair. "Hey, sorry for bein' a dick. I shouldn't have taken it out on ya, I was just pissed at Ma." He rested his chin on the back of the chair, sitting on it backwards, balancing the chair on the back legs.

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"Can you two shut da fuck up!?" He leaned against the table, rubbing his lower back. The pain he felt was getting worse. Like a cramping or- "Shit..." Travis looked down, his pants were damp. Not cramps,

contractions. The dull ache he'd been feeling all day was just a precursor, the stress Evan put on him made it escalate. Travis gripped the table, "Can someone get Kilian for me?? Now??"

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This was the cue for Evan to freak the fuck out. "What da fuck do we do ma!?" He screamed. "Do, do I get da doc?"

"No! You stay here, last thing we need is you gettin inta a fight with every Tom, Dick and Harry in this place! Get him comfortable! I'll be back!" She turned and ran, making her way for the Medic's room.

"Aw shit, aw shit, fuck," Evan's hands went to his head. Turning he carefully grabbed Travis's arm and brought him to the couch. "C'mon, lay down, I uh, should I get ya somethin? Wata? A...a Pop?"

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“Look pal, she told me about you. So I dunno, maybe she stopped talkin’ ta you cos ya such a frigid asshole!” He stood up and jammed his finger into Evan’s face.

"Youse askin’ like I asked her ta come in outta da blue an’ completely turn my world upside down! Which...

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Travis put his hands up too late to avoid being shoved. In his state he was slower and the BLU Scout was still in peak form and therefore had an easy time of over powering Travis. He shied away from the shoving and yelling.

"Gedoffa me! I didn't know what to do okay! How am I supposed to say anythin' to a guy I spent half my career tryin' ta kill!?" Travis winced, clutching his gut. Something felt off, like a bad creeping pain. "Just back offa me ya fuckin' prick!"

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"Oh c'mon and stop being a puss!" He growled, fighting the bubbling urge in his veins to pop him one. "What's da freakin matta Queenie, water bust or some shit?!" He snarled, taking another step towards him, getting in his face. The door opened, Lana coming in. She gasped and ran over, pulling Evan away.

"Jesus Christ Evan I left you for 5 freakin' minutes!" She looked at Travis for a moment then glared at Evan. "Are you freakin serious?! You can't act like a human for 5 freakin minutes?!"

"Says the most inhuman of us al-" he was interrupted by a slap to the mouth.

"I'm gettin sick and tired of you treatin me like I'm some prostitute who slapped an ownaship sticka on your birthcertificate! Meetin up with dem mercs ova there got you actin' like you're king high and friggin mighty and you're treatin everyone like shit! Knock it off!"

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"Look pal, she told me about you. So I dunno, maybe she stopped talkin' ta you cos ya such a frigid asshole!" He stood up and jammed his finger into Evan's face.

"Youse askin' like I asked her ta come in outta da blue an' completely turn my world upside down! Which I didn't! I been fucked up ova dis shit!" He jabbed his finger at the BLU again, "But I finally got a lady figger in my life who seems ta care about me! I ain't tryin' ta worm my way into ya spot! I just wanted a family an' she made me think I was missed n' stuff!" He snarled. He understood though, that this mustve been hard for Evan to come to terms with, but he was taking it out on the wrong person. "I ain't da one youse s'pposed ta be mad at. I ain't done nothin' wrong but try ta figger out what's goin' on..." His back hurt and this situation certainly wasn't helping. Mentally he was trying to keep his blood pressure in check like he did when he ran but it wasn't so easy what with being pissed off.

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Evan stood up when the other scout stood, glaring at him when his finger ended up in his face. "Get dat finga outta my face." He warned, although it was quiet. When the red Scout kept going on, he snapped. "You had 9 fuckin months ta deal wid dis shit and I had 3! So don't fuckin' think you got da shit end of the fuck stick!" He slapped his hand away and shoved him.

He ripped his headset off and came around the table. "You coulda fuckin attempted ta flag me down or some shit! I live right across da fuckin battlefield!" he shoved him again. "I would have liked ta hear from my fuckin brotha!" He was screaming now. "Even if she's a fuckin bitch and didn't contact me, ya coulda fuckin tried instead of makin me feel like all o' my family would ratha I neva call home again like I'd been feelin since I was 13!"

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Travis looked at Lana like he didn’t want her to go. Especially not with the looks Evan kept giving him. But instead of saying anything he just shot glares back at the man, adding a snarl to his own.

"I ain’t stealin’ no one’s ma. I didn’t even know she was my ma or youse was my “brother” until recently.” He folded his arms, “As you can see I’m in a bit of a delicate state so ma… Lana’s been comin’ in on her own accord an’ helpin’ me out.” The RED looked over the BLU. He could see the similarities. Although if you asked Travis he’d definitely say he himself was much more handsome while Evan looked like a big douche. “Look ma wants us ta get to know eachotha so…”

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Evan rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head. “Y’know, ya really don’t want my Ma t’be yer Ma. First off, she’s probably da WORST dependable person ya can attempt ta rely on. Like, seriously,” he just chuckled, shaking his head. “And ya REALLY want her anywhere near ya kid.” He shifted and leaned forward. “I rememba sittin up late one night, Christmas and thinkin Santa was comin’ and when I heard da commotion downstairs, I hopped outta bed ta find her havin sex with de fat guy down at da local supa store.” He snorted. "Plus, are ya sure dat she’s actually ya ma? I mean, she ain’t exactly de brightest person in de world." He laughed, shaking his head. "Ya know how a deer stands in de road when a car’s comin? Yeah, dats her most of de time."

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“Well she’s been a lot betta ta me than the lady I’ve been callin’ ma the past buncha years…” He glared, “Besides dis ain’t about her. It’s about us! She wants us ta get ta know eachotha.”

"An’ stop talkin’ so bad about’r when she ain’t even in tha room to duhfend’r self." Travis rubbed the back of his neck.

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"There ain't nothin' ta talk about though." Evan insisted. "We spent, what 30 years apart and crap? I neva knew you, I neva even knew I had a brotha. Da least she coulda done was TELL me I had a twin, ya know? Maybe tell me ya died but she just said I didn' have one! And then 30 years lata she stops talkin ta me and starts hangin out ova here? She fuckin replaced me wid you! You ain't her kid, you're my fuckin' replacement!" He snapped, slamming his fists on the table.

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Evan rolled his eyes and sighed, shaking his head. "Y'know, ya really don't want my Ma t'be yer Ma. First off, she's probably da WORST dependable person ya can attempt ta rely on. Like, seriously," he just chuckled, shaking his head. "And ya REALLY want her anywhere near ya kid." He shifted and leaned forward. "I rememba sittin up late one night, Christmas and thinkin Santa was comin' and when I heard da commotion downstairs, I hopped outta bed ta find her havin sex with de fat guy down at da local supa store." He snorted. "Plus, are ya sure dat she's actually ya ma? I mean, she ain't exactly de brightest person in de world." He laughed, shaking his head. "Ya know how a deer stands in de road when a car's comin? Yeah, dats her most of de time."

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Travis was anxious. His ma was coming over to the base again and she wasn’t too clear as to what she had in store. He opted to not have Kilian around for it (he didn’t want to have to deal with the Medic’s anger towards Lana for a little while). Quietly, with his knee bouncing, he sat in a common room like area, hands resting nervously on this taut stomach. Travis would’ve much rather been napping. The late stages of his third trimester were exhausting him, taking a toll on his thin frame- right now mostly on his back and hips. He glanced at the clock on the wall and huffed, “C’mon, ma…”

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Lana made her way through the halls. She had some major ass kissing she had to do with Miss Pauling to get her son in there in the first place -after all, BLU in RED base was a big no no.

"Ma, seriously, why da hell we even in here?" Evan muttered, flashing a look at the RED soldier as the soldier smirked at him, cracking his knuckles. Please God, don't let her sacrifice me ta these dingbats.

Stopping outside of the common room, Lana rested her hands on Evan's shoulders and gave his forehead a kiss.

"Now I want ya ta be good, ok? If you're not, I'm gonna kick your ass." She smiled, wiping the lipstick off of his forehead.

"Eh, sure." He picked his nose before crossing his arms. Lana rested her hand on his back and walked him into the common room, smiling at Travis.

"Honey, dis is ya long lost brotha Travis." She bounced a bit. "Travis, dis is Evan." Evan froze for a long moment, staring at Travis before looking at Lana.

"Whoa, whoa, ya weren't kiddin'?" He looked at her like his entire life had been blown to pieces but all she did was shake her head and sit him down across from the RED Scout.

"No, I wasn't kiddin' sweetie. But I figured that now would be as good a time as any ta introduce ya and let ya get t'know each otha." She kissed his head then Travis's before stepping back, wiping a tear from her eye. "My babies, sittin in the same room." She sniffled a bit. "I'll let ya two get ta know each otha." Evan forced a smile, looking back at her as she stepped back, heading for the door. "I'll be right outside should ya need me." She stepped out, shutting the door behind her. Evan turned, looking at Travis, eyes narrowing a bit.

"So uh...how's it feel stealin otha people's ma's huh? Don't cha got ya own family? Or ain't ya satisfied wid dem?"

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