"Get your hands off me!" I hissed at Scout, trying to hold back tears, "I thought you actually liked me."

"Why would I like you?" Scout questioned

"You were so nice me…" I whispered through sobs

"I was only nice to you so I could get some, though that doesn't seem to be getting anywhere, so I guess I'll take some instead!" He said through a grin as he free hand undid my corset. I struggled, trying to pull away but Scout only dug the knife deeper into my back, by now I was bleeding. He managed to get my corset off and ripped away my blouse, he was surprisingly strong for such a skinny guy, but that wasn't something to be concerned with at the moment. I threw my head forward and hit Scout in the face, he let go for a moment and fell to his knees. I tried to run away but he grabbed my ankles and I fell. He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him, I could feel my jeans being ripped off and something hard being pressed against my lower regions. I raised my arm to summon my weapon.

"What did I say?!" Scout yelled as he raised the knife.

"I don't care!" I yelled back with tears in my eyes, "It's better than being raped by someone you thought cared about you."

"Whatever." Scout shrugged as he thrust the knife into my back.

I felt the horrible pain then popped back into the respawn room. I looked around and found Scout at the ammo locker.

"WHAT THE HELL?" I screamed as I summoned fire and ran at Scout. He turned around to find me pinning him against the wall.

"What did I do?" He asked, as if he no memory of what just happened.

"HOW DO YOU NOT REMEMBER?" I yelled while hitting him in the chest, "You practically raped me! Why would you do that?" I cried out as tears rolled my face.

"It wasn't me I swear!" Scout defended.

"There's only one RED Scout right? Well it was a RED Scout who did it!" I sobbed. Scout slipped out of my grasp and walked to the bulletin board.

"It was a damn Spy." Scout sighed

"Then why did he look like you?" I questioned.

"Did nobody tell you? That's what Spies do! They sneak around, either invisible or disguised as one of the members of the other team, then they stab you in the back. It wasn't me who violated you I promise, I would never do that! I… I like you too much for that" Scout explained as he took me into his arms.

"Victory!" The Administrator announced.

"Looks like we're done for the day!" Scout sighed, "Do you want me to stay with you when we get back to base?" I nodded.

I didn't say anything as we left the respawn room and made our way back to the base. I went straight back to my room as soon as we got to the base. I cried for a long time, the image of Scout doing awful things to me was still in my head, even though it wasn't him, I would never be able to forget it. After a while, I heard a knock on the door and I opened it to find Scout with two plates of food.

"Permission to enter?" Scout asked

"Permission granted…" I replied, he walked in and handed me the plate of lasagna as he sat on the floor. I sat next to him but stared at my food.

"Is something wrong with it?" Scout asked concerned

"No…" I replied, I looked at him. From his expression I could tell I surprised him with my red eyes and blotchy face. He put down his plate of food and took mine out of my hands and put it on the floor. He then put his arms around me to comfort me, this time, it worked.

"I'm sorry this happened to you…" Scout apologized, "I'm sorry that you thought I did it... "

"Did you tell the others?" I asked, knowing I would have been crying at that point but couldn't as all my tears were gone.

"Yes.. They are pissed at the BLU Spy. Spy couldn't believe his counterpart would do something that despicable. Demo is ashamed that he ever attempted something like that. All the others want to kill the BLU Spy themselves, we all care about you Tress…" Scout explained. I gave a weak smile. "I only have one question, when Demo did it, you seemed fine, but when this happened, it's really affecting you… Why is this one different?"

"This time, I thought it was you… The Spy disguised as you said you were only nice to me was so you get with me. I didn't want to believe it, but I had no other option, you were saying it right to me, at least I thought it was you at the time. I thought someone I really cared about was about to do something like that." I replied.

"I would never do that to you… can I confess something?" Scout asked, I nodded, "I'm in love with you… I started falling for you when I first saw you, I tried ignoring it because I knew a relationship couldn't work, that's why I acted so happy when you showed up at the base. I thought for the first time in a long time, I could be happy, because I knew you could make me happy. All I want in the world is for you to be safe and happy, that alone will make me happy," He said with a smile. All I could do was weakly smile back. "Something is wrong, isn't there?" Scout asked.

"Well of course, today was pretty awful," I replied.

"No… I mean something else…" Scout questioned in a slightly worried tone

"There's always something wrong, I'm just really good at hiding it," I respond.

"What's wrong? How do I help?" Scout pled.

"I'm past that point, you can't," I replied with a weak smile.

"But I have to!" Scout insisted.

"Thank you… but I am so incredibly fucked up that I am a really hard person to care that deeply about. Everything I haven't told you yet will only push you away further and further. I would much rather live in this happy ignorant bliss, trying to forget everything about who I was then explaining what happened leading up to now, it would only serve as an excruciating reminder." I explain, "I care about you a lot, but I don't want my reality to become yours. I would never be able to forgive myself if I put you through that," Scout only responded by hugging me into his chest, I tried to resist but he refused so I buried my face into his chest. He smelled a tiny bit of sweat and gunpowder, as unappealing as that sounds, it was extremely comforting. We just stayed like that for a while. Eventually, Scout spoke again,

"Tress, I have no idea what you're going through, but I want you to know that you don't have to do it alone. Even if it's not me, I guarantee the other guys would be willing to help as well. We're a team, even if don't always get along, we're ready to be there for each other, as cheesy as that sounds," Scout says with a smirk, "Promise me you'll come for help if or when you'll need it?" I don't say anything but nod slightly. "Do you want to eat now? We've had a long day," I sit up and agree, we eat our food which, despite being cold, was really good. After we finish we both head downstairs, despite some resistance from me. As soon as we get to the kitchen, Pyro is there to greet me with a hug and some cookies, which I don't reject. Heavy escorts the dishes from my hands and pats me on the back and Miss Pauling is there to greet me.

"I'm so sorry… maybe hiring you was a mistake…" She sheeply suggests.

"I don't think so," I respond, "I just have to learn how to protect myself better,"

"You're perfectly capable of that, but I didn't realize at the time that some of guys haven't seen women for a couple years and I had no idea they would respond like this," Miss Pauling explains as she shoots Demo a glare.

"Please don't fire me," I plead, "despite the hiccups, I love this job."

"I won't be doing that," Miss Pauling acknowledged "We haven't been doing this good for a while and losing you could be devastating," I breathed a sigh of relief as Miss Pauling left.

Scout pulled me into a hug and buried his face in my neck.

"Thank god," I heard him whisper. When he finally pulls away, I tell him I'm turning in and give him a small peck on the cheek. I get ready and slip into bed, ready for a peaceful night, unfortunately, that's not what I got.

I'm sitting on the couch, my Mom next to me, my Dad walks in and hands me a present.

"Happy Birthday Chick-a-dee!" He says with a smile, I giggle at the nickname he has for me. "I can't believe my baby girl is already 7 years old!" He exclaims as I take the present and open it, they're new pencils.

"Thank you so much Papa!" I shout as I jump into his arms for a hug.

"Of course Chick-a-dee! Only the best for my girl. Now, why don't you show me what you can do with those?" He remarks, I nod excitedly and grab a piece of paper to start scrawling out another drawing. My Mom smiles and gives me a kiss on the forehead before she walks to the kitchen to make dinner. I watch her go but she suddenly stops and turns into a cloud of dark smoke, I get up and walk towards her but can't quite reach her, I look to my Dad but the same has happened to him. Suddenly I'm surrounded by a cloud of the dark smoke and yell for my parents in a fit of panic. The smoke drifts away and I find myself still standing in my living room, only it's darker and I'm holding something. As my eyes adjust to the light I realize I'm holding a knife with a dark red liquid dripping off of it, I quickly turn on the lamp to find my parent's, or at least their bodies, mutilated on the floor surrounded by a dark red stain in the carpet. My Mom was missing an arm, half her face, and it looked like she had been stabbed, a lot. While my Dad didn't have a head and was missing both an arm and a leg. I dropped to my knees and start bawling, I notice that the formal, blue dress I was wearing was covered in the same, mysterious dark red liquid. I look on my Mom's face, or what's left of it, and see no fear, only pain and sadness. Suddenly, the same black smoke rises from her mouth and takes form of a large figure, I don't resist as it reaches its arms towards my chest and touches me. I scream at the excruciating pain

I wake up with a jolt, tears rushing down my face, I subconsciously touch my chest and feel the scar. Scout rushes in.

"Tress! What's wrong? I heard you scream!" He frantically exclaims.

"I just... had a nightmare," I declare, out of breath for some reason.

"Oh, Ok, if that's all it was…" Scout starts to say

"Please stay with me…" I quickly reply.

"Oh… yea, sure." Scout answers as he walks toward me. He gets into bed with me and puts his arm around me, I breath a sigh of relief, for the first time in a long time, I don't have to deal with that dream alone. "Care to tell me what your nightmare was about?" Scout questions.

"Maybe someday," I respond as Scout's breathing and heartbeat lull me back to sleep again.