Story of the tenth class

All TF2 characters are owned by Valve. Disclaimers and yaddah here. Pixelandfairyqueen and I own the character (the tenth class, war mongrel). War mongrel is not really the tenth class nor are the animals she fights with. Guard dog is a coincidence.

Chapter one: the tenth class.

Staring at a poll with two pieces of paper on it, one red and one blue, I read its contents.

"Position needed: War Mongrel.

Must have some professional experience training and healing animals. "

Thinking to the job I just had, being a pet obedience trainer, and the reason I got fired. Training animals to be guards was against the rules, even on the side. The red flyer had one more opening while the blue had none. So I could take a chance with this new job, or try and find another job instead while being jobless, which could take a long time. I like the first option.

I called the number on the slip of paper and an almost chipper female voice greeted me. I explained that I was interested in the position while also explaining that I had some previous experience with traps and poison as well. She said that I could use them and told me to go to a town and wait for a man in red with overalls and a hard hat. I was told to refer to him as the "Engineer" and to wear some sort of paw print and red on me. Coincidently, I had a red bandana with tiny black paw prints all over it, in which to put my hair up.

I waited in a town located in the desert fanning myself, almost panting like a dog. Finally a green pickup truck, that looked really beat up, came into town. Out stepped a man meeting the description the apparent "Miss Pauling" had given me. I got up and he smiled warm and toothily at me. It would have been received nicely had his goggles not made him look kind of creepy. I smiled back, attempting to be friendly. "Are you the "Engineer"? " I asked. "You betcha'!" he seemed pleased and smiled more. He offered to take my bags like a gentlemen and when we were ready to go we left.

A couple of hours had gone by and it was even hotter in the car than outside, it was very painful to touch anything metal. I hissed in pain every so often when I did touch it accidentally and he snicker saying things like "don't worry, doc 'll fix you up." When he saw my blistered fingertips and "we're almost there". Finally we turned off road and a drape fell behind us. In front of us was a very big, grey box like building. On the sides, a logo of a red bomb with red lettering spelling out the word "RED" was distinguishable under what could be a few years or dust and sand. "What the heck is that?" I asked, quirking a brow in his direction. He laughed and shrugged " ah' guess ya' could say it's our fortress..." He said as he drove behind it and parked. Getting out he hustled over to my side of the truck and opened the door for me when I was about to, offering me his hand, I took it and smiled softly at him when I stepped out "why thank you sir" I said cutely to him. He blushed softly and scratched the back of his neck "oh it ain't nuthin' "he said. Adorable.

Taking my things, because I'm not helpless, he warned me to not be offended by "whatever the fellas' say". Taking the advice when I stepped into the cafeteria like room, an obnoxious voice said "Look guys! We got a cook!" how sexist. I looked at the source, a skinny kid with a stupid smug smirk on his face. He walked quickly over to me in the door way and leaned against it like a stereotypical high school guy hitting on a girl. "hiya toots' " he said and smiled at me. I felt like punching him in the face. Instead I smiled back and said "I'm sorry. I'm straight" implying he was a girl was apparently hilarious as a booming laugh came from the left side of the room as a huge man almost doubled over. "leetle gurl has implied that scout is also girl!" Well I'm glad my joke was appreciated. Apparently not by everyone though because scout went back to his seat, politely showing a hand gesture while his face was red in rage. "tch, whatever! I bet your bra is stuffed anyway!" I stared him straight in the face, mine completely serious as I told him "actually I'm a triple D" a few people choked on what they were sipping, mostly alcohol, and someone stopped as they were bringing a fork to their mouth with pasta sliding off of it. Everyone stared at me now and engineer finally chipped in "well fellas! This here is War Mongrel! She's a new class, and no doubt the ladies got one themselves. Though I wonder why we got the girl…, not that I'm complainin' or anythin'! "He smiled once again, this time sheepishly. I stepped forward slightly "hello everyone. As Engineer said, I'm War Mongrel. I guess I'll be your new animal expert, I also will be dabbling in traps. I hope we can all get along and work well with one another." I smiled at them. They all looked kind of dumb struck. A man in a suit scoffed and walked out muttering something under his breath which I think was in a different language.

Engineer introduced me to everyone." The skinny fella' you just insulted is our scout." He rolled his eyes and huffed. He then tuned to the man next to him, the one that laughed loudly. "That there is our heavy weapons expert. You can just call him Heavy. "He turned after the giant waved and smiled lopsidedly. Next he looked at a tall skinny man "that is our Sniper." He scoffed and turned away. "Hey, he likes ya!" I raised brow at him as he continued. "The man in the lab coat is our Doc' but you may call him 'Medic' "he seemed to be too busy to even notice me as he adjusted his glasses. A person in what looked like a flame retardant suit held up a piece of paper and seemed to beam as he examined it. He turned it around to show everyone his drawing of a pink unicorn that was fat and chubby and small. It was adorable. He tried handing it to me "this is for me..?" I asked them. They nodded and looked at me almost expectantly. I took the picture and smiled at it. "Thank you!" I said "this is our pyro. He likes unicorns." The Texan said, examining the picture. "The last two in here are the soldier" he said referencing a man with a bucket on his head, who seemed content on demolishing the eggs on his plate. He mumbled to himself as he stabbed the eggs hard and shoveled them into his mouth" you are all weak!.. I shall eat you all!.." I looked back to the engineer and then to the next person he referred to." And our demolitions expert, or "demoman" he said referencing the passed out drunk man sitting almost upright in a chair and snored loudly as drool dripped slowly from his bottom lip not too far off. The soldier looked up finally and said "hello maggot! " I raised my brows at him as he shouted with a demented smile on his face. I laughed. "Hello" I replied. "And finally. The man who walked out earlier was the spy." He said as he looked at me with a smile. The medic piped up. "I vill have to examine you in a little bit…" he glanced at my hands "Fraulein." He finished. "Fra-…?" He sighed softly as I attempted to say the German word. "It iz German for… miss. A title for an unmarried women." He explained. "How would you know I'm unmarried?" I inquired. "vell I do not see a ring. I assume you are available." I nodded at his reasoning. And he was right "I am single but... You shouldn't just assume. Assuming things makes an 'ass' out of 'u' and 'me'." I chuckled and smiled softly at the joke my parents used to tell me when I assumed things.

So guys I hope you enjoyed chapter 1. c: this is my first fan fiction ever besides... you know. all those great thoughts I'm sure everyone gets... no? just me? oh ok... -forever alone-. Tell me what you think! tell me what you like, dislike, want more or less of. ill try to come back at the end and put in translations for things. and ill try not to time skip so much later on. and I knooow, you guys are all like " your character development is awful rawr" but what I have to say to that is, if you know all about someone or something then there is no point reading/watching it :D so just relax... I promise ill do my bestest to make this a great fanfic. also there may be lemon~ but that comes later. I'm sorry. but again. not much of a story if you run out of things to do/say. the next chapter is much longer than this. ill try not to make such short chapters. I love you all!