fic: Catch These Hands
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bonnefoisTitle: Catch These Hands
Series: TF2(/Pokémon)
Character/pairing: Scout, Pyro (Scoutpauling mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1481
Summary: Pokémon AU. Scout may be an elite member of Team Fortress, but he routinely fails at being a villain.
Author's note: I wasn't going to write this AU, but I ended up finishing a snippet because the notes I had for Miss Pauling's pokémon team were cute.
Note: this one has some actual canon-typical violence. Also there's animal abuse of the pokémon kind. (But with a happy ending!)
Previous entries: Catch Me | Catch You
For Sarah!
Scout had picked up the egg somewhere in the mountains. He'd been looking for the perfect Vulpix for Miss Pauling, but he couldn't pick out between the icy ones and the fiery ones, so he figured he'd get both. However, he'd had little luck going up and down that mountain. He'd found tons of ghost types, and snagged a Chimecho for his trouble, but no Vulpix. On the way back to a Pokécenter, he'd just found it, hidden near the bottom of the mountain. It was bright red, with an almost flame pattern across the thick shell.
The last thing he wanted was a fire-type which would torch her garden. (The Vulpixes would be more mild-mannered, or at least he hoped.)
Scout figured it had to be a fire type, but which one, he couldn't tell. All he knew was this baby was coming home with him.
He'd wrapped up the egg in blankets when he bedded down in tents, his pokémon curled up next to him as he slept.
And for weeks, it was still. It wasn't until he was down in Hoenn, near the forests of Fortee city that the egg in his backpack started to shudder. Scout undid his messenger back eagerly, and unzipped it. He felt a tap on his back, and whirled around. For a startling second, he gasped as he looked into dark soulless black circles which resembled eyes.
"What friggin' kind of pokémon is that?---Oh wait, it's just Pyro."
Pyro held their arms out. "Hugga!!!"
"Hug-a? Yeah, I don't have a clue what you're talkin' about, pally."
Pyro pointed to the egg and said again Hugga! But before Scout could say a thing, there was a loud crack. "Wait, it's happening!"
He should've known this little fiery egg would've started to hatch in the land where Groudon used to live.
A little steam of fire broke the last pieces of the egg apart. From between the fiery shards, a little Magby looked up at him.
"Aww, lookit the little guy," Scout said.
This pokémon was a little too fiery for his tastes--Scout wouldn't want Miss Pauling's garden to get torched. But he'd find a kid along the way who would love it. Maybe one of those ninja kids who liked to hop up and try and scare him.
Before Scout could say another word, Pyro reached out and grabbed the Magby from him. Instantly, Pyro hugged the pokémon to his chest.
"Careful, careful! It's just a baby!"
The Magby let out a belch of flame and steam, but Pyro was completely unaffected. In fact, Pyro started to giggle. Or at least, Scout guessed it was a laugh from the depths of that red hazmat suit and gas mask.
He'd never seen Pyro so happy. Or he guessed happy from the giggling. It was pretty hard to tell with Pyro.
"Hey, you want it, pal?"
Pyro let out a long, happy huddddaaaaaa!!! They hugged the Magby even closer to their chest. Pyro twirled, Magby to their chest. Scout couldn't figure out how they kept from getting dizzy.
"Knock yourself out. But not literally. Oh, and take these." He reached into his bag and handed a couple potions his way. "If you get into any fights, make sure to take care of your pokémon right away. Don't leave 'em with scratches and bruises! And another thing--"
A loud whimper of pain echoed through the forests. Scout rushed over. Part of his job was looking out for threats; his title was Scout, after all.
Just beyond the trees, a grunt of some team he didn't recognize poured the rocks out of his boots. The outfit was black, with shiny boots and a black cap, but there wasn't an R on the front, so it couldn't be Team Rocket. If anything, it looked like a D. He assumed the D stood for "Douchebag."
"You're such a worthless runt! I should throw you in the garbage where you belong!" The little Houndour let out a yelp as the Grunt's foot slammed into its side again.
"Why don't you pick on somebody your own size, you half-bit creep!"
Scout launched himself at the Grunt, and slammed his bat into his ribcage. The guy's own pokémon let out a snarl and started to gnaw on that unlucky Grunt's leg.
The wind was completely knocked out of the Grunt. The best he could manage was a gasp of "You're--you're supposed to use your pokémon!"
"Fuck your rules, I'm part of Team Fortress! Where the rules are made up and don't matter! You think pokemon just exist as a tool? That you can run them ragged and not take care of them? Well, I'll take care of you, pal."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red. Like a pokémon, but it was only when he saw the hazmat suit, the gas mask which had given him nightmares for months with those soulless eyes that he realized just who had come to join him.
Pyro smacked the trainer--some grunt from a discount brand Team that he would dismantle with his own hands if this was how they treated their pokemon--with the blunt end of an axe. It only took two swings for the Grunt to go down hard. And that wasn't all. That Magby may have been only seconds out of the egg, but it belched out a little ember of fire, enough to to blacken the ground around them.
So, its aim wasn't too great, but it was still learning. Scout wasn't exactly running circles around anybody seconds after he was born, either.
"Daaang. Remind me not to tick you off, Smokey."
Pyro gave him a thumbs up.
The Grunt started to crawl away, but Scout blocked his path.
"Uh-uh. You ain't gettin' off that easy."
Scout ripped the other pokéballs from the grunt's belt. "Go tell your boss that if this is how your Team treats pokémon, then I'm friggin' comin' for all of you."
The grunt stumbled away. More like crawled, really. Scout let him go. He wanted to make damn sure whatever firth-rate boss was ordering around Grunts to do horrible things like that was in, so he could introduce them to his fist. And his other fist. And his feet, too.
The Houndour let out a little whimper. Scout bent over the little pup. It seemed even smaller than usual, like a runt. Or maybe the Grunt hadn't fed it well. Just the thought of that made him want to ball his fists, punch a wall, or even a tree--but he wasn't about to scare the poor little guy.
"Hey, you okay? The little black Houndour smelled like brimstone, wet dog, sulfur, and burnt pizza. "C'mere little one. You don't gotta worry about ever bein' near that creep again."
The Houndour shuddered a little as Scout scratched behind its ears. "That's a good boy."
With the Houndour calmed down slightly, Scout pulled out a Potion and sprayed it down until that black coat shone.
"There. Now you're--"
But before Scout could even finish his sentence, Pyro lifted the Houndour up. Pryo's cries sounded almost like puppy, puppy! Maybe it was wishful thinking, because that gas mask hid damn well everything, but Scout wanted to believe that Pyro was smiling.
"You goin' to take the little guy? He'll need a lot of tender care after the way that jerk treated him."
Pyro nodded their head eagerly, and snuggled the Houndour close. The Houndour let out a belch of stinky steam. Scout could've sworn Pyro cooed over the pokémon.
Pyro wasn't good with talking. All they managed were some muffled mumblings which Scout could barely decipher. Scout still wasn't even sure what they did around the base. But, Pyro waved one gloved hand in a goodbye as they hugged their new pokémon tight to their chest.
Pyro used to be the main star in Scout's nightmares, but maybe they weren't so bad after all.
He'd have to tell Miss Pauling about this rogue new Team. Just the thought of Miss Pauling, her dark hair pulled back, and tons of paperwork stacks on her desk lifted his spirits. He started to whistle as he walked down the mountain.
Series: TF2(/Pokémon)
Character/pairing: Scout, Pyro (Scoutpauling mentioned)
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 1481
Summary: Pokémon AU. Scout may be an elite member of Team Fortress, but he routinely fails at being a villain.
Author's note: I wasn't going to write this AU, but I ended up finishing a snippet because the notes I had for Miss Pauling's pokémon team were cute.
Note: this one has some actual canon-typical violence. Also there's animal abuse of the pokémon kind. (But with a happy ending!)
Previous entries: Catch Me | Catch You
For Sarah!
Scout had picked up the egg somewhere in the mountains. He'd been looking for the perfect Vulpix for Miss Pauling, but he couldn't pick out between the icy ones and the fiery ones, so he figured he'd get both. However, he'd had little luck going up and down that mountain. He'd found tons of ghost types, and snagged a Chimecho for his trouble, but no Vulpix. On the way back to a Pokécenter, he'd just found it, hidden near the bottom of the mountain. It was bright red, with an almost flame pattern across the thick shell.
The last thing he wanted was a fire-type which would torch her garden. (The Vulpixes would be more mild-mannered, or at least he hoped.)
Scout figured it had to be a fire type, but which one, he couldn't tell. All he knew was this baby was coming home with him.
He'd wrapped up the egg in blankets when he bedded down in tents, his pokémon curled up next to him as he slept.
And for weeks, it was still. It wasn't until he was down in Hoenn, near the forests of Fortee city that the egg in his backpack started to shudder. Scout undid his messenger back eagerly, and unzipped it. He felt a tap on his back, and whirled around. For a startling second, he gasped as he looked into dark soulless black circles which resembled eyes.
"What friggin' kind of pokémon is that?---Oh wait, it's just Pyro."
Pyro held their arms out. "Hugga!!!"
"Hug-a? Yeah, I don't have a clue what you're talkin' about, pally."
Pyro pointed to the egg and said again Hugga! But before Scout could say a thing, there was a loud crack. "Wait, it's happening!"
He should've known this little fiery egg would've started to hatch in the land where Groudon used to live.
A little steam of fire broke the last pieces of the egg apart. From between the fiery shards, a little Magby looked up at him.
"Aww, lookit the little guy," Scout said.
This pokémon was a little too fiery for his tastes--Scout wouldn't want Miss Pauling's garden to get torched. But he'd find a kid along the way who would love it. Maybe one of those ninja kids who liked to hop up and try and scare him.
Before Scout could say another word, Pyro reached out and grabbed the Magby from him. Instantly, Pyro hugged the pokémon to his chest.
"Careful, careful! It's just a baby!"
The Magby let out a belch of flame and steam, but Pyro was completely unaffected. In fact, Pyro started to giggle. Or at least, Scout guessed it was a laugh from the depths of that red hazmat suit and gas mask.
He'd never seen Pyro so happy. Or he guessed happy from the giggling. It was pretty hard to tell with Pyro.
"Hey, you want it, pal?"
Pyro let out a long, happy huddddaaaaaa!!! They hugged the Magby even closer to their chest. Pyro twirled, Magby to their chest. Scout couldn't figure out how they kept from getting dizzy.
"Knock yourself out. But not literally. Oh, and take these." He reached into his bag and handed a couple potions his way. "If you get into any fights, make sure to take care of your pokémon right away. Don't leave 'em with scratches and bruises! And another thing--"
A loud whimper of pain echoed through the forests. Scout rushed over. Part of his job was looking out for threats; his title was Scout, after all.
Just beyond the trees, a grunt of some team he didn't recognize poured the rocks out of his boots. The outfit was black, with shiny boots and a black cap, but there wasn't an R on the front, so it couldn't be Team Rocket. If anything, it looked like a D. He assumed the D stood for "Douchebag."
"You're such a worthless runt! I should throw you in the garbage where you belong!" The little Houndour let out a yelp as the Grunt's foot slammed into its side again.
"Why don't you pick on somebody your own size, you half-bit creep!"
Scout launched himself at the Grunt, and slammed his bat into his ribcage. The guy's own pokémon let out a snarl and started to gnaw on that unlucky Grunt's leg.
The wind was completely knocked out of the Grunt. The best he could manage was a gasp of "You're--you're supposed to use your pokémon!"
"Fuck your rules, I'm part of Team Fortress! Where the rules are made up and don't matter! You think pokemon just exist as a tool? That you can run them ragged and not take care of them? Well, I'll take care of you, pal."
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a flash of red. Like a pokémon, but it was only when he saw the hazmat suit, the gas mask which had given him nightmares for months with those soulless eyes that he realized just who had come to join him.
Pyro smacked the trainer--some grunt from a discount brand Team that he would dismantle with his own hands if this was how they treated their pokemon--with the blunt end of an axe. It only took two swings for the Grunt to go down hard. And that wasn't all. That Magby may have been only seconds out of the egg, but it belched out a little ember of fire, enough to to blacken the ground around them.
So, its aim wasn't too great, but it was still learning. Scout wasn't exactly running circles around anybody seconds after he was born, either.
"Daaang. Remind me not to tick you off, Smokey."
Pyro gave him a thumbs up.
The Grunt started to crawl away, but Scout blocked his path.
"Uh-uh. You ain't gettin' off that easy."
Scout ripped the other pokéballs from the grunt's belt. "Go tell your boss that if this is how your Team treats pokémon, then I'm friggin' comin' for all of you."
The grunt stumbled away. More like crawled, really. Scout let him go. He wanted to make damn sure whatever firth-rate boss was ordering around Grunts to do horrible things like that was in, so he could introduce them to his fist. And his other fist. And his feet, too.
The Houndour let out a little whimper. Scout bent over the little pup. It seemed even smaller than usual, like a runt. Or maybe the Grunt hadn't fed it well. Just the thought of that made him want to ball his fists, punch a wall, or even a tree--but he wasn't about to scare the poor little guy.
"Hey, you okay? The little black Houndour smelled like brimstone, wet dog, sulfur, and burnt pizza. "C'mere little one. You don't gotta worry about ever bein' near that creep again."
The Houndour shuddered a little as Scout scratched behind its ears. "That's a good boy."
With the Houndour calmed down slightly, Scout pulled out a Potion and sprayed it down until that black coat shone.
"There. Now you're--"
But before Scout could even finish his sentence, Pyro lifted the Houndour up. Pryo's cries sounded almost like puppy, puppy! Maybe it was wishful thinking, because that gas mask hid damn well everything, but Scout wanted to believe that Pyro was smiling.
"You goin' to take the little guy? He'll need a lot of tender care after the way that jerk treated him."
Pyro nodded their head eagerly, and snuggled the Houndour close. The Houndour let out a belch of stinky steam. Scout could've sworn Pyro cooed over the pokémon.
Pyro wasn't good with talking. All they managed were some muffled mumblings which Scout could barely decipher. Scout still wasn't even sure what they did around the base. But, Pyro waved one gloved hand in a goodbye as they hugged their new pokémon tight to their chest.
Pyro used to be the main star in Scout's nightmares, but maybe they weren't so bad after all.
He'd have to tell Miss Pauling about this rogue new Team. Just the thought of Miss Pauling, her dark hair pulled back, and tons of paperwork stacks on her desk lifted his spirits. He started to whistle as he walked down the mountain.
