----Author's note----
Requested by MarkipliersGF, enjoy mon ami!
Also, this is a bit sad because I'm listening to Adele, rolling in the feels.
"HELLO FROM THE OTHER SIDE!!!"
*cough* sorry I'll stop
He was working again. He was always working. You understood why he had to work, he needed to make money, and that was something you understood. You've been happy and grateful ever since Spy adopted you, but you couldn't help but feel lonely at times like this.
Scribbling down on important documents, he was looking through various paperwork, brows furrowed in conentration. Seeing this, you slowly got up and took a case of crayons and a big note book your father bought you.
You left his smoking room (which was now just a study because he stopped smoking for you) and quietly went down the rec room.
Climbing down the never ending stairs, you reached the bottom and headed towards the rec room, passing by Demo, Heavy, and Soldier in a poker game, your small feet padding on the cold hard floor.
Engineer and Sniper noticed you walk by, your head was kept down and your face blank.
"Darlin'? Somethin' wrong?"
You looked up at him and shook your head smiling. You were really upset but you knew if Engineer knew that he would tell your father off, so you just decided to fake it.
Engineer watched you walk away, not really sure what to do.
"That poor cagey lil' thing.. Spah should really spend some more time with her.."
"Oi'm sure he's doin' wot he can mate, remember how happy he wos when he adopted her?"
You overheard their words as you walked by. You smiled at the memory when Spy adopted you. He couldn't stop laughing and he twirled you around and took you out to a nice resturaunt, he couldn't keep his eyes off you, ruffling your head and said that you were his most precious daughter.
As the memory faded, so did the happiness on your face. You felt even more glum than before and kept walking.
You came to the rec room and sat down absent mindedly.
You didn't even want to draw anymore, but your fingers automatically stretched towards the crayons.
You drew your father and you hand in hand smiling. Halfway of coloring it, you lost interest and drew a big red X over the drawing.
You ripped the paper out and started drawing again. You kept drawing pictures of you and your father, but every time you just lost interest and scattered them all over the floor.
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Spy stretched in his big black leather chair, giving out a groan as his bones creaked or popped at his movement.
Giving a sigh, leaning back in his chair, keeping his eyes closed as he thought of you.
He was doing the best he could to make time for you but he had a lot of paperwork piled up from RED/BLU
And a lot of documents he stole needed sorting out. He always felt guilty for not spending enough time with you, but he was imensely grateful that you understood he had a job to do.
He looked around to see if you were there. Finding the former "smoking" room empty, he went into you bedroom looking for you. It was past your bedtime. Maybe you went to sleep?
"(Y/n)?"
He turned on the lights but found your bed empty. Being the protective father that he was, he started panicking.
Checking under your bed, closet, and even behind your drawers, he couldn't find you. He ran out and checked around the base before frantically running towards the rec room.
When he reached the rec room, he found you sleeping on a pile of drawings. Giving a sigh of relief, he smiled and picked you up, kissing your forehead.
He was about to put you to bed when he noticed the drawing you drew. Carefully holding you in one arm as he sat down, he picked up the drawings and looked at them.
There were a lot of unfinished drawings of you and him together. He smiled at the little pictures and was about to leave when a finished drawing caught his eye.
He picked it up and looked at it. It was him, working, brows furrowed at his wooden desk, the big black leather chair standing behind him. He froze at the drawing.
Looking around, he saw that this was the only finished drawing. All the happy drawings of the two of you together were unfinished or had a giant X gashed over it. His heart broke at the sight and he looked at your sleeping face.
He slowly walked up the stairs, tucking you in your bed. He left your room to clean up the rec room, picking up every crayon and drawing with a broken heart.
