Your dad's here, Scout, he's here

by Rubberduckiebumpercars

Summary:

Spy has insomnia. While walking out for a midnight smoke, he hears something that is making his parental instincts kick in. And this time... he can't ignore it.

Notes:

This is my first fic on here please be gentle with me.

Chapter 1

The desert is eerily quiet tonight. There's not a single bird or mammal making any noise. Unless you count the mammals inside a base hidden in the New Mexico desert.

Spy can't fall asleep for the life of him. He can hear Soldier snoring like a chainsaw down the hall. His skin itches from getting sand kicked up into his balaclava. Plus his general insomnia is kicking his ass tonight. He gets up, grabs a cigarette and his lighter, then leaves his room. He walks past Heavy's room, it's quiet. Usually there's some soft snoring. Not nearly as loud as Soldier but still. The Russian man isn't quiet.

Spy steps over the puddle of gasoline leaking out from under Pyro's door. Engineer's room is empty and the door is open. The door next to his is also open. Glancing in Spy sees Demoman in his boxers curled around an empty bottle of booze. Spy scoffs and continues down the hall. He finally hears Heavy's snoring. In the same room as Medic's doves cooing and ruffling around in their cages. So they're staying together tonight, huh? That's really not any of Spy's business.

He debates going out the back next to Sniper's van to smoke. But he doesn't want to wake the Australian. He gets cranky when woken up and he keeps his kukuri by his bed. So instead he'll go out the front. Maybe walk a bit down the road to clear his head before trying to sleep.

Once he makes up his mind he pricks his ears up again like the well trained spy he is. And in the room beside him he hears it. A soft, barely coherent whimpering.

"Ma... ma help... mama!"

Spy leans in and presses his ear to the door. The splintered wood nicks his earlobe through the fabric of his mask. He hears Scout hick and sob before crying out.

"P... papa... pa... pa help me... please."

Spy feels a horrid pang in his chest. He sits there listening to his son cry for him. He has the urge to rush in and comfort him. He's forcing himself to stay put. Partially due to his stubborn nature. Partially due to a deep fear. He takes a breath. He grabs the door knob. Then he quietly slips into the room.

Scout is tossing and turning with a pillow in his grip. He kicks every once in a while too. Spy sits in the edge of the bed. He takes the pillow not in Scout's grasp and sets it on his lap. Spy waits for a moment of calm before sliding one arm under Scout's legs and one under his shoulders to hoist him up onto his lap. As Spy picks him up Scout starts hyperventilating.

"Mama-? P-Papa?"

Spy sets his son down in his lap on the pillow and gently rocks him. Once Scout is settle in his grasp, Spy feels comfortable enough to gently press Scout's head to his chest. Scout hears Spy's heartbeat and stops squirming. His shoulders drop, his brows unfurl and his lips relax. Then they start quivering. Scout takes a handful of whatever fabric he can and starts sobbing. He's practically bawling into his dad's suit.

"You- you came- you came back!" He chokes out between bouts of tears.

Spy sucks in a sharp breath through his teeth. Scout keeps sobbing. Tears are staining Spy's suit. Spy is too busy freezing up to care. So many things are rushing through his mind. So many emotions are brewing in his chest. He doesn't feel the urge to run away anymore. His grip tightens.

This is his child he has in his arms right now. This is the first time he's held him... he kinda regrets it. He regrets not being there. He regrets not watching his son grow up. He regrets not holding him sooner. His grip tightens even more. The emotions are coming up his throat now. He swallows to keep it down. Scout has stopped crying. He's settled back down and is softly breathing.

Spy is staring down at his son. He has one hand gripping Spy's lapel and one curled under his chin. His cheek is pressed into Spy's chest and he's drooling ever so slightly. He looks like a baby. He is a baby. Spy's baby. Spy is staring down at him and acts on an impulse. He kisses Scout's forehead, right where his hairline is.

He whispers, his breath ruffling Scout's hair, "I love you... my son... Jeremy..."

The emotions have bubbled up past his throat and is now dripping out his eyes. A couple of the tears land on Scout's skin. Forehead, nose, chin, even his ear at one point. One lands in the corner of his eye.

They cause Scout to stir. He blinks, wipes his face, then looks up at Spy with a squint.

"Spy...? What are you doing here?"

Chapter 2: Bonus extended ending

Summary:

Scout and Spy have a heart to heart and Spy finally confesses something he's been keeping from Scout for a long time...

Notes:

Here you go (lovingly) peasants and ty for the positive comments!

Scout stumbles off Spy's lap and lands on the floor. He gets up and glares at Spy.

"Why are you here? To stab me?"

"We're on the same team idiot. I heard you crying and came in to see if you were alright."

"Aww Spy's got a heart."

He sits down, then snatches his second pillow back from off Spy's lap.

"I don't need your help, asshole."

There's a brief pause. It doesn't feel brief, as Spy is fighting with himself again. This time to tell Scout. Tell him what? Everything, he supposes. But all of his years being a Spy make him tread too lightly into the subject.

"I heard you crying out for your mother and father."

"Yeah I-" He stops himself and tries again without so much venom, "Yeah, I miss my ma..."

"Your mother did a great job raising you."

"Yeah." Scout smiles, but he quickly scowls, "My ma raised me an my brothers all by herself. I hope the money i send her is enough."

"I'm sure she's grateful for the support."

Spy goes to put a hand on Scout's shoulder. Scout pushes it away.

"And why the hell did you come comfort me!? You're not my ma!"

"No.." Spy's words die right before they leave his lips.

But you're my son.

No, but you're my son.

Say it you bastard!

He's yelling at himself but the words won't come. Instead he huffs out a breath and tries to force himself to make eye contact with Scout. Scout meets his gaze with furrowed brows and lips that are pressed into an angry frown.

"You were crying for your father."

Scout gets up and throws one of the pillows at the wall.

"As if me screaming for him would make him show up from wherever that deadbeat is!"

Scout pants, trying to catch his breath. He throws the other pillow. Then his attempts to catch his breath slowly turns into crying. Spy gets up and wraps Scout up in his arms.

"He did. He responded this time... He's here... I'm here..."

Scout pulls back to stare at Spy.

"You... you asshole.."

He hugs Spy and sobs into his shoulder.

"Don't leave again..."

"Don't worry, Jeremy. I plan on staying right here."

Notes:

I hope you enjoyed!