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“… this was bound to happen, wasn’t it?” She barely needed to move her head to feel the end of the gun pressed against her skull - cold even with the thickness of her short hair coming in the way. She knew all too well who it was; they had been warned of their arrival after all, even though it was already too late. Time, finally, had caught up with them. A thought that settled a hollowness in her chest - the knowledge that the inevitable had come.

Slowly, Megan raised her hands above her heads in a gesture of peace, slowly turning around to face the ever-so-ginger older Scout at the other end of the gun. Not the ideal circumstances for a reunion, but also not the strangest. It was, in fact, probably the most logical conclusion their thirty-year-old story could come to. A meagre comfort, but a comfort nonetheless. 

“So you lads are finally back in business.” The Engineer mused, green eyes oddly smiling behind the yellow shade of her goggles. Hadn’t she known better, she would have expected a certain retired Medic to join the party soon enough, but she suspected that he would be the one missing link to the inevitable chain of events that would ensue. “I have to warn you, Rory. I like you a lot, but I won’t let you put a bullet through my brain without puttin’ up a wee bit of a fight.”

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“Be what, Scout?” Barton hadn’t even bothered to turn around as light streamed in from behind him, his shadow washing over the stack of files in his hands. Classified. “Be in here? Checking out all your files? Believe me, I know.” 

He chuckled as he placed the files back on the desk and approached the younger man, arm wrapping around his shoulders in as friendly a way he could muster. Then, in one swift movement, slammed the door shut and pulled the Scout inside into the darkness. 

“But that’s why ya gotta keep ya lil mouth shut, ain’t I right, Rory?” 

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   The sudden outburst from the Scout had been slightly unexpected but not enough so to throw the Spy off of his game and he doesn’t hesitate to back hand the Scout across the mans cheek, aiming to throw the man off of his balance. The Spy was still calm, of course he was, he lacked the basic human emotions, where others would be concerned or maybe offended at the outburst that had come from the young man, Spy felt nothing. 

   “The feeling is mutual” He simply responds as he makes to turn and leave. The string of his hand against the mans cheek should be enough to throw the Scout from annoying him any further

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“Rory, you’re in the way, get the hell down!” 

Very unceremoniously, Bea kicked the younger Scout behind the knees to force him down while the pilot of her flamethrower replaced his head and torso - her finger pressed the trigger, releasing the gasoline in a terrifying burst of fire that immdiately caught on the enemy’s unfortunate body. The man’s screams of pain and horror would haunt anyone in their right mind for a long time; but Bea’s mind was as far from right as could be when it came to all things fire and murder. She lifted up the murderous weapon and grabbed her teammate by the arm, yanking him up while checking she hadn’t accidentally set his head on fire. “Good, you’re still whole.” She noticed, voice muffled by her mask. A less innocent remark than it sounded: this wasn’t a regular match back at the base, but one of the missions they occasionally had to complete for Blutarch outside of town. 

Outside of Respawn range. And, well, let’s say things had gone a little differently than according to plan. “We need a way out.” She said, unclipping a napalm grenade from her belt before tossing it further away - new screams of pain could soon be heard, but the Pyro was already focused on their current problem. “This barn right here - hanger, shed, whatever the hell this is. Think ya can open it while I hole them back?” She asked. He was way faster than her - and if trouble came knocking, he would be able to get out of it much more easily and she ever would. 

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“… yes, absolutely. A hundred percent what I came here to do.” The hand still on the doorknob, Megan stood and looked with the most absolute air of perplexity painted upon her face, as she tried to process why the Classic Scout would be tied up to a chair within the walls of his own base, a seemingly inactive sentry pointed towards him. The purpose of her little travel in time was now escaping her (maybe something to do with having a question for younger Roderick? Who knew.), and she had to snap herself out of her thoughts to lock the door behind her and hurry to the sentry to make sure it wouldn’t activate and fire at will on the both of them at the first opportunity. 

“What on Earth is going on here? I almost got caught by your Demoman, he was running down the hall and yelling something about invaders. Are you folks having a giant sci-fi themed murder mystery party, or are you in trouble?” She asked, gaze darting up from the mechanisms of the old sentry - quickly disarmed, before she trotted to Rory’s side to free him from his ties.

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Looking down at the axe that was passed to him, Spy frowns under his mask before his blue eye flicks up to the Scout standing before him, there's a twitch of his eyebrow, it raising as he stares at him “You want me .... to throw this ... at Ethan ...” He comments, a bit slowly and with breaks between his words as if he was trying to process what Rory was wanting from him. This was an extremely bad idea, and the thought was obvious on the Spy’s face, as hidden as it was, it was still obvious of how dumb Spy thought this idea was. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly intrigued by the idea of axe throwing.

“If this goes wrong this is on you” Not that Spy thought he would be doing this any less than perfect. But there was always that slim chance. 

So he turns, his eyes already targeting Ethan and he adjusts his grip on the axe, bringing it back and he throws it. It sails through the air as if it was weightless. The sharpened edge embedding itself into the wall near to the Heavy's head. It had gotten his ear at least, but he hadn’t killed the other so he wasn’t about to go through respawn. Spy takes a step back before his eye looks at Rory, there's no sign of panic or fear of what he had just done but he knew the temper the other had “So ... how fast do you think he can run?”

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Though she didn’t lift her eyes from her papers or laptop, Megan tilted her head, unconsciously leaning into the chaste kiss on her hair, nose scrunching as though stumbling upon a particularly difficult problem, her attention now equally divided between her work and the dear soul sitting behind her. 

The mention of their son succeeded in snapping her full attention away from her project, prompting her to raise her head and twist her neck to peer at Rory while her hands motioned to put the laptop back on the coffee table. “Mean? What do you mean, mean? Hold on - “ With a grunt, she pushed herself back on her feet, using Rory’s knee as leverage. “I’ll go kiss him goodnight, I’ll be right back.” With a gracious hop, the engineer jumped over the couch and trotted down the corridor and up the stairs leading to little Aodhan’s room - here he was, waiting as his father had promised, arms stretching out from the covers the moment his mother came into sight. The goodnight kiss soon turned into a ten-minutes long koala hug wrestling match from which Megan emerged victorious when the small redhead fell fast asleep in her arms. She took an extra five minutes to watch him sleep (still incredulous at the idea that she had given birth to such a wonderful little boy - and been good enough of a mother to deserve such overwhelming affection), and left the room on the tip of her toes. 

She made her way back downstairs, sliding on the railing and jumping off with a bounce on the ball of her feet. When she finally returned to Rory, it was only to wrap her arms around him in a sudden impulse and plant a kiss on his cheek, before rolling over on the sofa to sit next to him. “So, what happened? Must be quite serious if you had to pull off the Dad Stuff.”

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“Hmm-hmm.” Sitting on the carpet of their living room, her legs crossed in a position that would certainly feel most uncomfortable for anyone else, Megan barely raised her head from the mountain of blueprints scattered on the coffee table and the space around her. A pencil stuck behind each ear, her messy flock of blond hair made her look like a young student running late for a paper, laptop balancing in her lap as she typed away furiously, only lending poor Rory half an ear to his philosophical preoccupations. A good twenty seconds passed before she finally let out a triumphant exclamation and a grin stretched on her face - and she turned around to look up at the young man she had so superbly (albeit unintentionally) ignored.

“That sounded like something my therapist would say. Care to expand before I start getting worried?” She asked, patting the sofa against which her back rested as an invitation to join her despite the mess she had made. Her green eyes studied his youthful and ever so cheerful expression, wondering what might have brought up such a thought. There were time when she thought Rory’s brain was just as peculiar as hers. Quite the accomplishment, some would say.