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I loved to befriend a dove so much, I saw that the final chapter got posted while I was at work and just had to read the whole thing at my desk! Since you're taking requests I am also a huge lesbian, with a love for femfortress butch lesbian Sniper. A genderswapped sniperscout drabble with a butch Sniper who has the same well crafted personality as your guy Sniper in befriend a dove would be amazing. <3

Secretly Simple (AU: Fem Fortress) - Requested by Anon

It was a quiet evening, with most of the crew already tucking in for bed. As for Scout and Sniper, they were enjoying the crisp late-day air as they attended to their hobbies. Sniper was fixing up a rather dull kukri, and Scout was babbling on about whatever matters may cross her mind, the assassin beside her idly listening as she applied honing oil to her stone and resumed the quiet scraping of metal on grit. Scout suddenly stopped rambling for a moment before she spoke once more in a musing manner.

"'Ey, Mickie? We should, like, go on a date or somethin'."

Sniper pulled away from sharpening the blade to eye Scout with a cocked brow, obviously confused. She tilted her slightly as she replied.

"Aren't we datin' already?"

Scout threw her hands up, clearly exasperated at not being fully understood.

"Yes, we are, and yet we haven’t gone on a single date."

Sniper picked up where she left off with a soft hum, the shrill scrape of metal sounding behind her words as she spoke in a murmur.

"We've gone 'n plenty dates. We wen' stargazin' that one time, an' before then we had that late-night bonfire."

Scout gave her an unamused glare, her own brow raising.

"We weren't together den, but nice try. C'moonnnn! It'll be fun! I can plan it an' everythin'! You don’t gotta worry about nothin', doll, trust me."

Sniper paused, shifting to face the other in her chair, brows furrowed, scepticalness lacing her eyes as she argued back.

"'Ey now, shouldn't I be plannin' it?"

Scout pondered it for a moment. Sniper seemed to always take the reins in the relationship, using her affinity for dressing and acting more masculine as an excuse and explanation.

"No, no, let me 'andle it."

"You don't have to do nothin', 'roo, I've got it."

"Just sit there an' look pretty, luv."

Waves of frustration and stubbornness washed over Scout the more she thought about it. She could step up, too! Did Sniper think she wouldn’t be any good at it or something? Screw that! She totally could be! Scout suddenly turned back with a determination in her eyes.

"Nope. Dis time I gots it all under control, an' you get to sit an' look pretty."

She emphasized her last sentence with an eyebrow wiggle, and Sniper's eyes widened for a moment before she scowled, turning away with red cheeks. The markswoman seemed to think about it herself for a moment before sighing.

"Fine. When ya thinkin'?"

The speedster shifted in position so her knee held her head, and she tapped the bottom of her chin lightly as she hummed contemplatively. Sniper looked at her expectantly with a tilted head. Scout glanced over to see her boring eyes and quickly looked away. When she snuck another glance and Sniper's gaze was still there, her face pinched in slight irritation at being rushed.

"I'll let ya freakin' know, alright? I still gotta actually plan da thing, jeez."

Sniper let a small smile slip, making Scout frown deeper, feeling patronized. Her sour mood was quickly lifted, though, as Sniper leaned over the side-by-side arm rests of their chairs to plant a gentle kiss to her forehead. Sniper pulled back, the smile remaining, looking lovingly into Scout's wide eyes, the runner's cheeks burning and chest squeezing at the sight.

"Lookin' forward to it, luv."

Ok. It's official. This date's gotta be awesome. No room for error.

...how the hell do you plan a date? Scout's little experience she had with them were with guys, and they usually did all the planning. She just had to show up when and where they told her to. Scout felt a twinge of nervousness firmly tug at her.

Aw, jeez. She needed help. Bad.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Engineer was her first choice for advice, simply because that's who she always went to for advice. She was right outside the base the next day, banging away at her newest teleporter prototype with her wrench with loud, grating clanks. Scout scurried up to her with a bright, almost excited smile. Engineer smiled back.

"Well hey there, pumpkin! How are ya?"

"Good, real good, Engie. Hey, uhh...I wanna plan a date for Snipes, but I don't gotta clue how I'm s'pposta go about it. An' I mean, you know everythin' about everythin'! Sooo...do ya maybe have any ideas?"

Any hope for help on the inventor's part was swiftly squashed when Engineer's face scrunched in mild discomfort at the mention of "date". Scout's bright-eyed expression quickly fell as Engineer cringed. The older woman spoke gingerly, obviously feeling guilty about it.

"Ah, I'm sorry Scout, but I've got no experience in that department. Gimme a gadget ta fix and I'll get it done in two shakes, but romance? Ehh...not my strong suit."

Scout slumped in her posture and Engineer gave her a comforting pat on the shoulder.

"There's plenty other gals who'll help ya out 'round here! Just gotta ask around."

Scout sighed, obviously disappointed, but her determination quickly won over and she perked back up, nodding.

"You're right. I'm gonna go, see ya later, Engie!"

"Cya, sugar!"

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Duh, of course Heavy and Medic were the right ones to go to! They were the only other gay couple – that she was aware of – on the team. So, when she waltzed into the Medical Bay, expecting all of her problems to be solved by the end of their conversation, it was quite the disappointment when it, in fact, did not play out as she was expecting.

"Guys, I need help takin' Snipes out on a date, what- Oh sweet Jesus-."

The couple was knee-deep in a conversation while Medic was elbows-deep in Heavy's torso, rummaging through her organs, the doctor's red gloves shining with the much darker red of blood, and Scout swiftly turned around as nausea stirred within her. Scout heard an annoyed huff from the medical practitioner.

"Fräulein, it is qvite rude to barge into someone's quarters vithout making yourself known first."

Scout waved back dismissively with one hand, the other covering her mouth to stave off the bile that had risen up her throat as she made a uncomfortable noise. She cringed, swallowing, before taking a moment to pull herself together and turn around, much more prepared for the sight, though it didn't make her gut churn any less. Her eyes landed on a very unamused looking Medic and a slightly sheepish looking Heavy. Medic's face suddenly fell as if she made a realization, before it lit up brightly.

"Vait, vhat was that about you und Frau Sniper? A date? Oh, how exciting!"

Heavy also seemed to brighten at the mention and she perked up a little bit, the shift in her position making a small stream of blood spurt out of her abdominal cavity.

"A date, you say?"

Scout turned her head away at the sight in disgust, and Medic scolded Heavy in a hushed voice for moving.

"Ach, do not viggle, Süße!"

"Ой! My apologies, Doktor."

"Qvite alright, just...try to be more still, ja?"

Scout gingerly turned back, desperately averting her gaze from Heavy's open stomach and chest.

"So, uh...date? Advice? It's gotta be good."

Medic hummed contemplatively as she continued rummaging through Heavy's innards with an awful squelch of gloves and organs.

"Vell, me und Heavy do not go on dates very often. Zis is our idea of dates, now zat I sink about it. Isn't that right, Heavy?"

"Is true. Nice for us, но...perhaps not for you and Sniper."

Scout eyed them with a mix of disbelief and frustration.

"Uh, yeah not for me an' Snipes! Damnit...what do I do?"

Heavy spoke up this time, her voice straining after a particularly painful tug from Medic.

"I vould not recommend the Soldier for advice, I feel I do not need to explain why. ...Or Demowoman, she would not be much help either. Perhaps Spy?"

Scout's face scrunched at the idea, scoffing in disbelief.

"Uh. Yeah, not happenin'. I don't wanna talk ta dat old hag, ya kiddin'?"

Both Medic and Heavy side-eyed each other and Scout slightly dipped her head in confusion.

"...what?"

Medic ignored the question, resuming her exploration of the gorefest below her.

"Vell, she is your last option. It iz up to you if you vish to give her a chance."

Scout's scowl faltered slightly. Medic did have a point. She would be shit at planning the date on her own...maybe she really did need to talk to Spy... Man, this was gonna suck. Scout groaned, looking up at the ceiling in exasperation, before dropping her head to pout at the two older women.

"Lotta help you two were...I guess I'm gonna go. Have fun..., uhh, wit that, I guess."

"Goodbye, leetle lady."

"Auf Wiedersehen!"

Scout offered a lazy throw of her hand as a wave goodbye as she pushed through the Medical Bay doors, feeling disheartened. She could already feel her pride shriveling into a sad raisin at the thought of asking Spy for help. God, what was she becoming? She trudged through the hallways begrudgingly before she finally found herself standing in front of Spy's stupid fancy door, the scent of cigarette smoke wafting through the crack and making the runner scowl in disgust. She lifted her hand, every part of her yelling at her not to, but pushed past it as she gingerly knocked. She could hear the clacking of Spy's obnoxiously tall stiletto boots before the door opened to reveal the older woman herself, glaring down at Scout with a cocked brow.

"You? What do you want?"

The immediate sass made Scout burn with anger and it took every ounce of her willpower, plus a slow, steamy breath through the nose, to withhold herself from yelling in the lady's face and storming off. She took another deep breath in before murmuring.

"...I need help."

Spy eyed her skeptically, her lip curling in distaste of the other woman's presence.

"And zat would be because...?"

Scout huffed, crossing her arms in a defensive manner.

"I wanna take Snipes out, but I...don'reallyknowhat'mdoin'."

Spy's brow raised further at the sheepish mumble and, despite making perfect sense of it, leaned in slightly, a smirk raising a corner of her mouth.

"I'm sorry?"

Scout gritted her teeth, shoulders rising as she fought the urge to deck this hag, and she took another composing breath.

"I don’t. Know. What. I'm doin'."

Spy's smug smile grew before she put on a neutral, prim expression, her head tilting slightly up as she readjusted her shades.

"But of course! Why didn’t you say so sooner?"

She then turned and walked back into her smoking room, leaving Scout to watch with an open mouth, completely baffled at how quickly she agreed. What the hell? She was half expecting the woman to tell her to fuck off.

"Uhh...ok?"

Scout was left to awkwardly stand as Spy sat down in her lounge chair, grabbing the cigarette she had left on her ashtray and taking a slow drag. Scout looked around, unsure what to do as a slow plume of smoke left the sleuth's mouth before she spoke.

"Uhh...ya gonna help me or what?"

Spy hummed, like she was considering it or something, and then opened her mouth with a small click of her tongue.

"Perhaps. But I do not know much about ze bushwoman. I am going to need some information on your part before I can offer any advice."

She crossed her legs and leaned back in her chair, obviously awaiting Scout's response. The runner puffed out her cheeks and rocked on her heels in an attempt to stave off any churning feelings of awkwardness as she thought about it real hard. The return of Spy's cocked brow did not do her any good on the matter.

"Uhhh...she likes shootin', but dat's obvious. She's real outdoorsy, so like campin' or huntin' or goin' on hikes n' stuff. She's also into cookin, 'specially 'round a campfire. She likes peace n' quiet, so she's real into stargazin' or just sittin' around an' enjoyin' the view around her...so maybe a hike up to a nice spot? And we can have a little bonfire picnic!"

The more Scout spoke, the more confidence flowed into her as all the knowledge of her girlfriend spun through her brain and out of her mouth. Her eyes shone brightly and a smile slowly made its way onto her face by the time she was done speaking. It quickly fell into quiet shock when she looked back up to see Spy looking at her with her own smile.

"...I sink my work here iz done."

Scout gawked at her, sputtering a few noises of disbelief before finally getting her words out.

"You- you- you didn't even do anythin'!"

Spy sighed, grabbing her glass of wine that had been awaiting patiently for her on her side table and swirled it around before taking a slow sip. She pulled the glass away from her lips and lightly smacked them, savoring the flavor before she finally decided to reply in a cold, neutral manner.

"Exactly. Your self-doubt cripples you, Scout. You just needed to realize so. You can plan a date for her own your own just fine."

"...oh."

"Indeed. Well, off you go, I have important business to attend to."

Spy waved her off, and Scout's face fell, an unamused expression replacing her shock.

"What, ya mean drinking wine and looking atcha fashion magazines?"

Spy scowled at her, any softness she would have felt towards the runner disappearing as swiftly as she herself does for a living.

"Insolent brat. Goodbye."

Scout sighed, approaching the door with a petulant gait.

"Yeah, yeah, whateva."

The speedster stopped at the doorway though, making Spy raise her head to look over at her questioningly. Scout suddenly looked much more sheepish than she had just a second ago. The Bostonian spoke quietly before quickly shutting the door and speed-walking off.

"...thanks."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

It was only days later that Scout popped by the camper looking oddly cheery, decked out in hiking gear and a big grin on her face. Sniper tilted her head, eyes looking up and down Scout's figure.

"What's with the getup?"

"Cmon, Mickie. We're goin on our date!"

Sniper perked up a bit, excitement shining in her eyes and a small smile tracing her lips.

"Are we hikin'?"

"We sure are, toots. An' grab your grill! I'll wait outside while ya get ready."

Sniper chuckled, leaning out of the door and down while reaching out to grab Scout's shirt, tugging her into a kiss. Their lips parted with a smack and Sniper mumbled a:

"Just a tick, luv."

and Scout watched with a red face as the door shut in front of her. She let out a slow breath that turned into an ill-stifled squeal. She was pumped. She got this in the bag! This was gonna be the best freaking date Sniper had ever gone on in her life!

It was only a few short minutes before Sniper came out in her own hiking gear, slipping her rucksack on and hopping to the ground, shutting the door behind her. Scout jumped up from the relaxed leaning she had been doing, waiting for her girlfriend, and immediately grabbed Sniper by the hand, dragging her to the passenger side of the campervan. Sniper's smile fell into a skeptical look as she eyed the door.

"You're drivin'?"

Scout cocked her head, putting a hand on her hip and shifting her weight into one leg.

"Uhh, yeah? An' what of it?"

Sniper looked at the campervan and back at Scout before shrugging and hopping into the passenger's side.

"Nothin'. Key's in the ignition."

"I know it is!"

Scout quickly jogged around to open the driver's door and slide in. She grabbed the wheel and looked over at Sniper with an elated grin.

"Ya ready?"

Sniper matched her grin, making Scout's pulse quicken and cheeks warm. She didn’t get to see her smile like that often but damn did it make her happy when she did. This was off to a good, good start. Scout's chest squeezed in excitement as she turned the key, shifted to drive, and off they were.

It was about 5 minutes into their drive before Scout looked over at a very relaxed-looking Sniper, a content smile on her face as they were jostled slightly by the bumps of the road.

"Ya not gonna ask me where we're headed?"

Sniper looked over with a questioning look before humming.

"You're jus' gonna tell me it's a surprise, aren't ya?"

Scout pouted at her, her puppy dog eyes making Sniper sigh, acquiescing to the silent plead.

"Where are we headed?"

"Can't tell ya, it's a surprise."

Sniper sighed, rolling her eyes with a small smile. Scout giggled, returning her attention to the road.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

They drove a couple hours over, the nearest, albeit short, mountain slowly coming into view. They made their way over to it, trailing up a few miles of winding road before Scout pulled over near a sign on the side that simply read "hiking trail". It was a mildly chilly day, which Scout knew Sniper enjoyed the most for weather on a hike. Scout hopped out, eagerly running around to open Sniper's door for her. Sniper chuckled quietly as Scout stuck out a hand in a gentlewomanly manner, bending slightly with an arm resting against her back.

"My lady."

Sniper took the hand offered and stepped out, nodding her head politely.

"Why thank you."

They both giggled together as Sniper shut the door behind her, and Scout quickly used the hand she had taken to drag Sniper excitedly towards the trail.

"C'mon, c'mon! Ya gonna love dis!"

Sniper let herself be dragged, smiling at the other softly. She honestly wasn't expecting much out of Scout – not necessarily in a bad way, of course – she just didn't think Scout would have put all this effort into something like planning a date for her. It made the markswoman's diaphragm tighten and head buzz at the implication that Scout would work so hard to please her.

The trail was beautiful. Scenic but quiet, as it seems no one else was occupying it at the time. Scout kept looking around and nudging Sniper to look at things that caught her attention. There were two squirrels playing, darting between and up and around trees, chittering to each other. There was a nest of birds, the soft chirping of chicks making Scout coo and aww over them as they passed by. There was a quiet moment between the two and an elk a distance away, the animal lifting its head to gaze at the couple before walking off calmly. That made Sniper's breath catch in her throat, letting it out once the elk had disappeared amongst the brush. It made Scout grin like an idiot.

When they finally reached the peak of the hike, there was a clearing to overlook all the terrain required to travel through to get to the peak, and as Sniper admired the view with wide, seeking eyes, Scout laid out a thick blanket and pulled out strips of meat, vegetables, and ingredients for smores, along with various cooking supplies. When Sniper was satisfied with the beautiful sight before her, she was surprised to see the set-up waiting behind her. Scout smirked at the look of mild shock.

"Ya brotcha grill like I asked?"

"Yeah?"

"Well, bring it 'ere, toots!"

Sniper smiled sweetly, walking over and plopping next to the other woman, tugging her rucksack off to rummage through it, pulling out the small grill she had packed. She was about to get up to set up and light the fire, but Scout placed a firm hand on her shoulder to prevent her from doing so, mumbling a:

"Nah, nah, I gots it-"

and getting up to do it herself.

Soon, they were cooking up some foil dinners, laughing and joking, and before they knew it the sun was dipping below the horizon and making way for billions of tiny, sparkling pinpricks in the sky. Scout whipped them up some smores with an impressive proficiency. They snacked on the sweet treats as they leaned back to gaze at the sky. Sniper sighed, her heart feeling feather-weight but swollen as she looked over at her partner, the runner smiling as bright as the fire flickering across her face. Scout turned as well, the intense, loving expression on Sniper's face making her breath hitch.

"Um, Snipes? What's up?"

Sniper smiled.

"Bloody hell, I don' know what I did ta deserve this. Deserve you."

Scout smiled wider, leaning over to kiss Sniper slow and sweet. She pulled away only a short distance to mutter.

"Y'deserve this an' more, silly. All for you."

They knocked their foreheads together, giggling quietly.

Safe to say, the date was awesome. And Scout couldn’t wait for the next one. She had a feeling Sniper couldn't either.

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