First time posting, I've been asked again and again why this isn't on the chan...Don't shoot me please? Opening his eyes, BLU's Medic grimaced and went to his allocated slot, swapping his crossbow for his Blutslauger. The battle wasn't going well. RED were managing to defend far too well, and their Spy seemed to be waiting at every turn for the Medic. Unfastening the Quick Fix from his back, Medic quickly exchanged that for his Strange Medigun. If he could get a decent start on healing, he could have an Ubercharge. "Where the hell have you been, Kraut?" Soldier snapped from behind him. Medic silently congratulated himself for not jumping. "We're at the front lines without backup!" "I know." Medic set his bonesaw down, and picked his Vita-Saw up. "And I'm changing my equipment to try and give us a better chance." "Hah!" Soldier grabbed the front of his jacket. "What do you think you can do with a needle?" "It vill retain my Ubercharge vhen I die." Medic snapped back. "Now go. Move!" Soldier let him go with a sneer, and Medic sighed through his nose, training his Medigun's healing beam on the Soldier's back, watching as he overhealed. He followed him along to the central point, where Sniper and Engineer were crouching with their Pyro. "Hey Doc. Saw that Spook pop you, what the fuck did you do to upset him?" Sniper muttered, taking a shot. There was a scream, and he reloaded quickly. "I don't know." Medic let the healing beam hover over Sniper, who let out a breath. "But I don't vant a repeat of it." Engineer gave his dispenser a tap, before setting a toolbox down, setting his sentry up. "Their Sniper's got his Huntsman, and ain't playing around today." He pointed at an arrow sticking into the woodwork. "Got Scout." Soldier grunted, and Medic inspected his Ubercharge meter. "76 per cent." He murmured, training it on Pyro, who offered a muffled thanks. Medic smiled weakly. "We go out there, you hit that charge, and we take that point, Sally." Soldier instructed. "Where's the kid?" "I'm here. Swapped my pistol for my Bonk, man." Scout nodded at Medic, who overhealed him. "Thanks, Doc." "I am fully charged!" Medic announced. "You're with me, Cupcake!" Soldier snapped, and Medic ran to keep up with him, panicking. "Soldier! Vait!" "SCREAMING EAGLES!" Medic closed his eyes as Soldier rocket-jumped away from him, cursing. "I CAN'T FOLLOW YOU!" He screamed. "Dummkopf!" Switching to his Blutslauger, Medic backtracked slowly, his eyes peeled for any attacking REDs. "Schiesse..." He bumped against something warm, and felt his heart leap into his throat. Not daring to turn around, he slowly looked up, and felt his heart lurch to a stop. "Hallo, Doktor!" The RED Heavy grinned down at him, and drew his fist back. Medic cringed as stars exploded behind his eyes, and the world fell black around him. ******** Waking up after respawning was never fun. Waking up after being blugeoned to death was horrible. It was very rare that he would survive the beating from Heavy. And even rarer to wake up laid in his infirmary. Medic groaned. He wondered if Engineer or Soldier had carried him back and if he would get chewed out for accepting the punch to the face. Moving to sit up, Medic halted, and stared up the lengths of his arms in mounting horror, until he saw the restraints fastened around his wrists. Pulling on his restraints hard, Medic winced as the door to the infirmary banged open, and he heard a familiar laugh. "Ah, Doktor is awake!" Medic flinched as Heavy patted his chest. "I was worried Doktor might not vake. That I hit too hard." Heavy smiled sadly. "I apologise." "Vhat do you vant?" Medic hissed quietly. Heavy chuckled. "Straight to point. I like you." Heavy picked up a vial and a large syringe, carefully piercing the tiny vial. "Doktor...do you know that ve do not have Medic right now?" Medic's eyes were glued to the behemoth's hands, and it took all his willpower to look into his eyes. "You don't have a Medic." He repeated flatly. "Nyet." Heavy carefully withdrew the syringe, satisfied with the amount of liquid in the needle. "Are you aware that I have PHD as vell?" Medic blinked. That was a surprise. "You are a Doctor as well?" Heavy chuckled, and leaned over Medic. "Only technically. I give checkups. Minor surgery. Nothing more." He reached out, and Medic watched in mounting horror as Heavy brought the needle up, and held Medic's chin in his free hand. "I regret...must do this. I will need you free of bindings, cannot let you run, though." Medic shook his head as much as he could. "So sorry, Doktor." The needle jabbed painfully into his neck, and Medic let a groan escape as Heavy held him still. He was careful withdrawing it, and patted Medic's chest happily. "We wait now." "Vhat..." Medic panted, his head feeling lighter. "Did you..." "Is muscle relaxant. You still be avare, just not move. You must not think me bad man." Heavy shrugged, and Medic let himself fall limp against the table, staring up at the ceiling. He wasn't sure how long had passed before Heavy reappeared in his line of sight, and carefully removed a strap, freeing his right hand. Heavy lifted the hand up, and let go, watching as it fell limply to the table. "This is good!" Heavy released his left hand, and pulled him upright, adjusting the medical table carefully. "I vill perform small checkup. You will be tied when finished." Heavy rumbled, and retrieved something Medic couldn't see. He bit his lip nervously as his arm was lifted and relaxed. Heavy was gauging his blood pressure. Medic saw him bend to write down the result. "Blood pressure is good, Doktor." Heavy let his fingers stroke gently as he removed the cuff. "You know how to keep relaxed." Medic let his mouth open. His tongue felt like lead in his mouth, and he couldn't shape his lips properly. "Listening to music helps." He replied. Heavy chuckled, and rubbed a hand over his chin, before laying Medic back against the medical gurney. Heavy inspected Medic's ears, pressed large fingers underneath his jaw to check his throat wasn't too swollen, and slid a stethoscope under Medic's shirt to listen to his lungs. "Must take blood now." Medic grimaced, but nodded as best as he could. Heavy took a length of rubber, and tied off Medic's arm, gently flicking his skin. Watching silently, Medic found himself mentally applauding Heavy's slow, methodical precision as the vial filled with his own blood. Heavy set it to one side, and let his hand fall against Medic's shoulder. "You are good patient." His face fell, and he shook his head. "I have to tie you back up. I am sorry." Medic watched numbly as Heavy pulled his hands back up, tying them together above his head. "Is comfortable?" "Considering...it's not too bad." Medic let his eyes close, and Heavy picked up a final syringe, and indicated it. "Vhat is that?" "You vill sleep now." Heavy grinned. "I bring breakfast tomorrow, make you feel better." Medic winced as Heavy gripped at his chin, turning his head away from him, and the needle sank up into his jaw. "Shh, Doktor. Is special, fast acting." Medic's vision swam, and he fell into darkness before Heavy removed the needle. ************ Watching the Medic's body go slack, Heavy groaned, and carefully withdrew the needle, setting it aside. His own sedative was indeed powerful, and the Doctor would be out until morning. Studying the man carefully, Heavy reached up, and unfastened the cream vest the Medic wore, parting it over the shirt. He wondered if the man would brand him sick, if he knew what he was doing, and began to unfasten Medic's shirt, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest as he worked. Sliding a hand up along Medic's bare torso, Heavy groaned. "Doktor..." He let his free hand drift to the waistband to his pants, and fisted his length lazily, nuzzling Medic's chest as he did. Too long, he had watched the enemy Soldier and Heavy keep his Medic to themselves. Too often, he had caught the fleeting glance from the retreating Medic. Heavy groaned, palming his erection harshly as he grasped a fistful of Medic's clothing. "I love you, Doktor..." Heavy breathed, and let his forehead rest against Medic's stomach as he came over his own hand. Sinking to his knees to let the fog in his mind clear, Heavy realised that he'd torn Medic's vest and shirt. Cursing, he removed the shredded garments, and stood up, buckling his pants before going to a storage cupboard. Heavy removed a clean set of clothes for Medic, detailed in scarlet instead of cerulean. He let a finger stroke over a lapel before removing the shirt and vest from the spare set. He didn't know how or when their Medic had vanished. He didn't really care, either, though he couldn't deny their last Medic had been a genius. This Medic was the one he wanted. Heavy grinned, and set to work redressing his captive.
Easing the door to the infirmary open, Heavy grinned, and set down the tray he held carefully, before sighing. Maybe he'd given Medic too much of his own sedative. He slipped a hand over Medic's cheek, and blinked when Medic's own eyes opened. "I was wondering vhen you would return." Medic's voice was soft and strained. "I would like to be untied, bitte." Heavy sighed. "I cannot, Doktor." He moved a stool to sit next to Medic's makeshift bed, and retrieved a bowl and spoon. "I feel bad. Honest." He carefully spooned a small amount of the oatmeal he'd made up, and let it hover next to Medic's mouth. He wasn't going to forcefeed the man, if he didn't want to eat. Medic's lips parted, and he stared up at Heavy, before opening his mouth wider. Heavy grinned, and placed the spoon inside his mouth. Medic swallowed, and the spoon was removed. Heavy settled properly on the stool, grinning as he prepared another spoonful of oatmeal. Progress. Medic swallowed again, and licked his lips as Heavy prepared a third spoonful. "V-vhy have you not tortured me yet?" He asked softly. Heavy looked dismayed. "We need Doktor. Why would I torture you?" Medic found he couldn't answer. Why did he believe that Heavy was going to hurt him? Another spoonful of oatmeal hovered near his mouth, which he opened nervously. "I am not going to hurt you. I swear." Heavy reassured him, and glanced down at the spoon he held, watching as Medic tilted his head away. "Enough?" Medic nodded, and Heavy noted his chest falling and rising. "Doktor..." "Untie me." Medic snapped, and Heavy felt his heart sink. "I said untie me!" "Doktor...if you cannot behave..." Heavy stood, and retrieved the small vial of his sedative, setting it down with a harsh clink. Medic stared at it, before glaring at Heavy. "You vouldn't dare." "Don't tempt me." Heavy warned. "We do not fight today. You see me work, doing your job." He stood, and pulled the gurney along behind him, positioning it by a chair. "You vill be gagged and tied." Holding Medic's hands together, Heavy lifted him from the gurney and deposited him into the chair. Medic winced as his bare arms touched the freezing cold metal, and glared as Heavy slipped leather cuffs around his wrists, before wrapping heavy chains around the leather. "Do not struggle. You vill bruise otherwise." Heavy frowned. "I must gag you." Medic looked alarmed. "I'll be quiet. I promise." "No." Heavy retrieved a length of leather, and Medic shrank away. "You vill be gagged. Open up. Or I can drug you vith anaesthetic. Make you numb and limp, but keep you avake." For a tense moment, Heavy watched as Medic studied him, before clucking his tongue in annoyance. "I'd rather be gagged than lose control of mein limbs." He opened his mouth, and Heavy stepped forwards, tying the leather tightly behind his head. "Feel all right?" Medic glared at him, before Heavy grinned, and pushed the gurney back against the wall. He washed his hands, and glanced up as Scout wrenched the doors to the infirmary open. "Yo dude. How's it going?" Scout grinned, though it seemed forced. Heavy patted the gurney, and Scout hopped up. "Vhat is problem?" "I think I might have sprained my wrist. Their Solly hit me with his freaking shovel as I was reloading." Scout proffered his wrist, and Heavy tutted. It was already a deep purple. "You always run into trouble." He grinned, and pressed his fingers firmly along Scout's wrist, holding him still as Scout tried pulling his hand back. "Fuck, dude! That hurts!" Scout noticed Medic watching, and frowned. "The hell's he all trussed up for?" "Doktor is not quite convinced that we need him." Heavy fetched a support bandage, and eased it over Scout's wrist carefully. "Try to avoid pressure on it." "Thanks, big dude." Scout massaged his wrist, and crouched down to look into Medic's eyes. "Ain't gonna lie, Doc. It'd be nice to have someone to heal us up again. We could really use you, doc. Heavy ain't bad, but he ain't got healing hands." Scout grinned. "No offence, big dude." "Is true." Heavy shrugged. "This I know." Heavy seemed to remember something, and patted Scout's shoulder. "Oh, if you see Spy..." "I'll send him in, man." Scout grinned. "Later!" Medic raised an eyebrow. Heavy caught the look, and smirked, while tugging the sheet left on the gurney back into proper alignment. "Spy does not like needles. Thinks I am incapable of being careful." He shrugged. "Sniper helped me catch him once before." "Not one of my finer moments, I agree." Heavy straightened up as Spy sauntered into the infirmary. "How is the good Docteur?" He asked, arms crossed. Heavy grinned. "Good. He can give me my checkup. " Medic looked startled, and Heavy shrugged. "You need to start healing at some point, Doktor." Medic shook his head violently, and Spy exhaled a stream of smoke. "Please, Docteur. I'm inviting you near me with sharp implements. If anyone should be afraid, it is me." He nodded at Heavy, who dug into his flak jacket for a key, which he used to unlock the chains around Medic's wrists and legs, before unfastening the length of leather. Medic rubbed at his wrists nervously, before darting around Heavy to press against a supply locker. Heavy crossed his arms and moved to stand in front of the door, and Medic gulped. "V-vhat seems to be zhe problem, Herr Spy?" "Sore throat...bit of a cough. I just need my checkup, Docteur." Spy stabbed his cigarette into a nearby ashtray, and smirked as Medic opened the locker, retrieving a few items. He exhaled steadily, and turned on his heel, striding towards Spy. He set the tray holding the equipment down, and picked up a depressor, kneeling down in front of Spy. "Say aah?" Spy obliged, and Medic rolled his eyes. "Your throat is sore because you smoke more than thirty cigarettes a day." He sat back on his heels, looking up. "Hand me zhe stethoscope?" Spy handed over the dusty instrument, and began unfastening his shirt. "Good lord. Did your last Medic never use these tools?" Heavy scowled. "Former Medic vas...impatient. Vould kill instead of treating a cold." Medic shook his head, and exhaled on the stethoscope, rubbing it on his palm. "Sometimes I feel like I'm zhe only Medic who enjoys treating zhe sick as well as zhe wounded." He reached out, and Spy flinched, expecting the metal to be cold. He was surprised when the warm metal touched his chest. "Your lungs don't sound too bad..." Medic frowned. "Just...cut back on zhe smoking. And drink tea vith honey, it vill help ease the pain." Spy smiled as the stethoscope left his chest, and Medic dusted his hands off nervously. "Danke...Docteur. It's refreshing to have advice that doesn't involve a bullet to the head." Spy rebuttoned his shirt casually as Medic tidied his tools away, pausing on his way out to whisper something to Heavy, who grinned. His loud footsteps dampened the noise of Spy's exit, pausing behind Medic. Medic flinched, bowing his head as a large hand settled on his back. "You all right?" Medic turned around, and Heavy let his hand settle on his shoulder, startled at the bright tears filling his eyes. "Doktor...?" "I don't understand!" Medic howled, and Heavy flinched. "Ve're enemies! You're supposed to kidnap me, torture me! Slice me into pieces! Pummel me to a pulp!" He batted Heavy's hand away. "Herr Soldier made me-" He choked, and Heavy raised his hand, instead letting it curl into a loose fist. "They made me endure so zhat I could...vithstand..." Medic crashed against the supply cupboard, his hands covering his mouth as his legs gave way and he slid to the floor. Heavy crouched down, and held his arms out, his expression serious. "No more Soldier. No more ''they''." He smiled in what he hoped was a reassuring manner. "Join RED. I protect you." Medic's hands slid up, underneath his glasses as he sobbed noisily. Heavy caught him, and whispered soothingly as Medic cried himself to exhaustion in his arms.
Medic couldn't remember the last time he'd been so warm in his bed, it seeped through his body and into his bones. He smiled to himself through the haze of sleep, and folded his arms underneath the pillow his head rested on. He stared lazily at the half-open bathroom door before closing his eyes, exhaling contentedly. Something shifted against his back, and terror shot through him as he realised he did remember the last time he'd been so warm in bed. He kicked away from the warmth, violently, and ran for the bathroom, locking the door behind him tightly as it rattled in the frame, a fist slamming against it noisily. "Go avay!" He shrieked, bracing himself against the door. Soldier wasn't going to get him twice in one day, he was damn sure of that. "Doktor?" Everything seemed to freeze. A soft groan escaped Medic as he slid down the door, and stared up at the ceiling, concentrating on his breathing until he felt he could trust his own voice. "H-Heavy?" "Am here, Doktor." There was a pause. "What happened?" Breathing heavily, Medic exhaled. "I...I don't vant...to..." A loud sigh made him sag. "Unlock the door." Stretching an arm out shakily, Medic hesitated, before he flicked the lock open, and rested his chin on his knees, watching the large, fluffy white slippers pad into view. Heavy sighed noisily. "I t'ink is time for food." Heavy extended his hand, which Medic took, shivering slightly. Heavy wrapped an arm around him, and pushed him down into an armchair, where Medic's hands twisted together nervously. "Drink?" Heavy called from the ajoined kitchen. "I...Tea." "I'll 'ave one while you've got the pot on." Sniper groaned, sitting on a couch near Medic. "How you doin' Doc?" Medic shrank back. "I see. Your Sniper a bit of an arse, is 'e?" Sniper scratched at his cheek. "What'd 'e do?" "He helped zhe Soldier capture me if I tried to run." Medic whispered, his hands wringing together tightly. Sniper grimaced, and stretched his legs out, Medic watching as they crossed at his ankles, his hat tilting over his eyes as he sank on the couch. "Remind me to use me 'untsman against the blighters. Nothing says vengance like an arrow to the kneecap." Medic blinked at Sniper. "Vhy..." "Eh?" Sniper sat up slightly, and looked contemplative. "There are some lines no people should cross, mate." He settled back down, his hat falling down. "And I'll be happy to kick those bastards back into line with you." Medic blinked as Heavy pressed a hot cup against his hands, and sat down heavily. The effect was instantaneous, the couch acting like a gigantic see-saw, the couch jumping violently and throwing Sniper up in the air. "CHROIST ALMIGHTY!" Sniper landed back on the couch, and Heavy passed him his coffee. "Heavy, mate, do me a favour and warn me!" He breathed. Medic laughed, but caught himself, and turned his attention back to his tea. Heavy chuckled, and bit into a slice of toast he was holding. "Am sorry, Sniper." He seemed to notice something. "Where is Spy?" "Right here." Spy slinked across to sit across Sniper's lap, and Medic ducked his head to sip at his tea as Sniper groaned in exasperation, lifting his coffee away from Spy's path. "Do you 'ave to sit on me lap?" "You're taking up practically zhe whole couch, Sniper." Spy plucked his hat off his head lazily, and tutted sympathetically at Medic. "Zhat black eye looks painful." Medic jumped when he realised Spy was talking to him. "Oh! It's not zhat bad. I'm...I'm fine." Sniper frowned. "The hell did you do? Run into a door?" Medic pointed at Heavy. "He hit me." Heavy chuckled. "Needed to knock Doktor out." He brushed crumbs down from his hands. "We fight tomorrow, yes?" "Oui." Spy glanced over at Medic. "I took zhe liberty of fetching your weapons last night. I hope you're ready to face your former team mates." He blew a cloud of smoke up at the ceiling. Medic's jaw tightened. Spy noticed, and slipped free from Sniper's grasp. "Docteur. Tomorrow, you either fight with us or fight with them. Either way, you fight." He held his hand out towards Sniper, who reluctantly accepted the hand as Spy pulled him up. "We're going to prepare." Spy grinned, tugging Sniper along behind him. "We all know you're going to go fuck all day!" Scout shouted after them, digging into the fridge. Heavy laughed, and patted the couch. "Sit with me, Doktor." Medic hesitated for a moment before moving to sit next to Heavy, his eyes downcast. They sat together in silence as Medic sipped at his tea quietly, Heavy watching the news with him quietly. "You weren't watching that, were you?" Heavy waved Soldier on. "Is Soldier's TV time. We watch together." Soldier grinned, and eased himself down into the vacant armchair. "How're you finding our base, Doc?" Medic remained quiet. Heavy cleared his throat. "Doktor is not used to being treated kindly, Soldier." "Well, I hope you're fit for the tactical meeting later." Soldier stretched out his legs, groaning slightly. "Think we could do with a fresh pair of eyes." Medic's heart lept into his throat. "You hold tactical meetings?" "First step of war. Don't go in without a plan." Soldier grunted. He looked tired and worn, Medic noted. "What?" "You're not sleeping well?" Soldier sat up a little straighter. "As a matter of fact, I'm not, Doc." He smiled. "Why, you know a remedy?" Medic looked thoughtful. "Try a cup of varm milk half an hour before sleeping. If that doesn't vork...try adjusting your thermostat to something a little bit...varm?" Soldier looked startled. "How did you know my room was cold?" Medic smiled weakly. "Lucky guess?" Soldier frowned, but decided not to press the subject. "I'll see you two in the war room later." He sank lower into his chair with a groan, and Heavy glanced over at Medic. "Come, Doktor."
Medic wrung his hands as he followed Heavy towards the War Room, sitting down next to him. He watched as Sniper moved to sit next to him but, after a moment's consideration, moved so the table was between them, next to Spy. Scout grinned, and took the empty seat next to Medic, his arms crossing on the tabletop. "All right, good to see you all." Soldier nodded at Medic. "It's good that we finally have a Medic on our team. Welcome aboard, Doc." Medic nodded at him, heart pounding in his throat, and Soldier raised a remote control, the room plunging into darkness as the projector stuttered into life. "Tomorrow we're defending Gravel Pit. If we can keep them back from our base, we're heading to Tuefort." Soldier stretched up, nodding at Engineer. "In your own time..." "All right. We're heading straight round there, I'll set a dispenser and sentry up first, get us a foothold in the pocket." Engineer laid a tranparent sheet over the map, and marked an X next to the first capture point. "I'm setting up here." Medic frowned. "N...nein." Engineer paused. "Something to add, Doc?" "Zhey never have a plan. Set up behind zheir backs and zhey'll be confused." Medic pointed. Engineer grinned. "I see." Engineer hummed. "I'll set a tele up as well, get you back from respawn quicker." Soldier smirked. "Well, Sniper, what've you got planned?" "I'm taking those fuckers out with me Huntsman as fast as possible." He was slumped in his chair. "I'll head to the frontlines with you, make sure they see exactly who's plugging them in the head." Spy snorted in laughter. "I'll go to the front with you, and play best friends with their Engineer." Soldier nodded. "Good. Scout, you got your Sandman?" "Sure, been using it with my Force-A-Nature..." Scout grinned. "You want me to be a stunner?" "You'll keep them busy and stunned while the Doc and Heavy mow them down. We only need to keep them away for a while." Soldier growled. Medic glanced up at Heavy, who grinned. "If Heavy gets respawned, you're with me, Doctor." Soldier pointed at Pyro and Demo. "You two stay with Engineer. Demo, sticky up the point and blow up any one sneaky enough to get close. Pyro, protect Engie's machines. We fall back if they get through. Shouldn't happen, though." Soldier hit a button to turn the projector off, everyone blinking in the sudden brightness. "Everyone clear on the plan?" "Yes Sir!" Everyone shouted in response. Soldier grinned, and saluted. "Let's win this one, boys. Good night's sleep all around." He pointed at Spy and Sniper. "That doesn't mean you two spend all night fucking." Spy looked startled. "Would we do zhat?" Scout laughed. "Like we don't all listen to you two all damn night." Sniper rolled his eyes. "Gotcha. No sex till after the battle." He stood, stretching out. "Doc, er...you got a moment?" "...Ja...come to zhe infirmary." Medic stood, his heart hammering in his throat as he stalked through the base, Sniper's footsteps following him briskly. Medic held the door open, and Sniper stepped past him with a quiet ''thanks''. Sniper grinned at him. "Look, I won't keep you too long, I know you don't like me too much. Spy and I need a bit of...assistance?" Medic blinked at him, lost. "Vas?" Sniper half-laughed. "You're really not gonna make this easy on me, eh?" He scratched his cheek nervously. "Erm...Something to make the job easier?" Medic shook his head, completly nonplussed. "I don't know..." "Lube, doc." "Oh!" Medic turned scarlet, and went to one of the cabinets at the back of the infirmary. "I'm...sorry, I don't know the...slang..." He retrieved a tube, and handed it over to Sniper, who laughed. "Sorry, thought I'd spare the both of us." He tossed the tube up and down. "Next time I'll just come right out and say it." Medic laughed, and Sniper smiled warmly. "I owe you one, Doc. Just...don't tell Solly. He'd have a field day." Medic nodded as the door opened. "I can file this under doctor-patient confidentiality." He smiled at Heavy, who grinned. "See you at breakfast, Sniper." "Later, big man." Sniper grinned, and ducked around Heavy, who held a hand out to Medic. "Is late, Doktor. You come and relax, is best way to prepare." Medic hesitated. "Lead on, comrade." Heavy smiled, and led Medic to the room they were sharing. He pulled out a thick book, which Medic recognised as a battered copy of Grimm's Fables. Heavy held the book out. "Get into bed and read. I will return." He grinned, and Medic hesitated, before obeying, changing into the spare shirt Heavy was lending him, and sliding under the sheets. He sat up against the headboard, chewing his lip thoughtfully as he flicked through the book, settling on the tale of Rapunzel. He looked up as Heavy returned, and set two mugs down on the bedside table. Medic tried not to watch him over the book as he got ready for bed, and jumped as he slid into bed next to Medic, one arm looping around him to gather the two mugs. "Here. Is Dalokohs drink." Heavy rested against the headboard, and gently tugged on Medic's shoulder to force him to rest against his side. Medic stared down at the warm mug for a long moment before he gulped down a mouthful. "Zhat's...Danke..." He whispered, his voice strained. Heavy sighed, and sipped at his own cup quietly, retrieving the book so that Medic could hold his own drink, taking his time on each page. After a while, Heavy leaned closer, and gently prodded Medic's arm. "Doktor?" When he gave no response, Heavy carefully pried the empty mug from his fingers, setting it down on the bedside table, along with his own mug. He tucked the tome of fables into the top drawer carefully, and removed Medic's glasses, before rearranging the man himself to lay on the bed. Turning so that he was back to back with Medic, Heavy reached out to pull the small cord on his lamp, resolving to protect his new Doktor in tomorrow's battle, no matter what.
Medic blinked nervously at the shutter door, trying hard not to hyperventilate. He couldn't remember breakfast at all, but felt sure that whatever he had eaten was going to make a repeat performance, until a warm hand pressed against his back. "Doc...breathe." Engineer patted his back warmly. "Setup's about to begin. Got everything you need?" "Ja..." Medic breathed, hefting his Medigun up as the sirens began to wail, and the shutter opened. Training the medigun on Heavy, Medic ran after him, pulling the lever back to deploy the healing beam as the team made their way past the capture points, punctuated with shouted jeers and many demands for a dispenser from Scout. Heavy surveyed the open area carefully, noting the minute to go. "How much charge, Doktor?" He asked, moving to stand on the first capture point. Medic checked, his heart in his throat. "76%" Sniper stood with them, pulling the string on his bow experimentally. "Engie's stuff is up an running if you need refills." He nodded towards the north-western corner, where a sentry chirruped steadily, and a dispenser hummed away, punctuated by the almost rythmitic sound of metal striking metal. Medic nodded, and Sniper nocked an arrow, shaking his hand slightly as he caught the pad of his thumb between bow and the arrow's flight. "Don't you use a finger tab?" Sniper blinked at him. "Eh? No, I ain't made one yet." He grinned. "Did archery ages ago, but I only just got me Huntsman." "Vhat about a thumb ring?" Medic suggested. Sniper nodded, and slipped his right glove off, removing a thick, silver band from his middle finger, and slipped it onto his thumb. "I'll let you know how it goes after the battle, doc." He replaced his glove, and readjusted his aim. "Ready?" Medic exhaled, and glanced down as the barrel of the Medigun began to crackle. "I am charged!" "Wait before deploying." Heavy ordered, picking up his precious Sasha. "Keep Uber if you can, use it to press them back if they get out. Between us, we should do good." "Five, four, three, two, one!" Sirens wailed, and Medic swallowed thickly as rockets blazed across the landscape, bullets pockmarking the ground. Heavy sidestepping out of their way behind a supply shed, eyes narrowing. "Incoming!" He roared, and turned. "We go together, Doktor!" Medic stepped out behind Heavy, who marched forwards towards the BLU base, his minigun spinning up. "Vait..." Medic stared in horror at the pitch black doorway, biting down on his lip. An arrow whistled noisily past him, and Sniper swore from behind them. "Heavy?" "Not yet..." Heavy called back, the minigun still spinning without firing. They strode closer, and Medic ducked behind a small outcrop, panicking as he watched Heavy moving closer. "Heavy!" Blood exploded over him from the back of Heavy's head, and Medic shrank back in horror as Heavy fell to his knees. "No! NO!" Sniper ducked behind the shed's cover. "Their Sniper's using his scope! Get behind something!" He shouted, nocking another arrow. Medic covered his mouth, and noticed their Soldier, who was firing rockets at the darkened doorway. "Doc!" Scout limped next to him, clutching at his knee. "Fucker shot me. You heal me up?" Medic nodded, and aimed at Scout mindlessly, still feeling shocked. Scout swore at the sight of Heavy's body. "Their Sniper's really got it in for the big guy." Scanning the area, Scout frowned. "Go with Solly, and uber him up." He pointed. "Their Spy ain't shown yet, you seen him?" "Not yet." Medic stammered, and glanced at the shed that Sniper was ducking around. "Can you distract zhem? If I can get behind zhere, I can use zhe charge on Soldier." Scout saluted, grinning. "Being an annoying fuck is totally my speciality, Doc. Leave them to me." Medic hesitated as Scout adjusted his cap. "Hey Solly! Uber heading your way!" He dived over the outcrop of rocks, shouting slurs at the BLUs as he went. Sniper must have hit his counterpart. "The bullets come outta the slim end, mate!" He crowed victoriously, ducking back behind the shed. He winked at Medic. "Get bloody going!" Medic's eyes widened as the air behind him shimmered. "SPY!" Sniper turned, but it was too late, the blade had done it's job and sank into his back. Medic tried to unholster his beloved Blutsauger quickly, and panicked as it caught on his coat, dragging it in the way of the gun's barrel as he aimed at the Spy. "Docteur." Spy grabbed the Blutsauger's barrel, forcing the gun up and pointing at Medic's own chin. "Soldier is furious with you. We're to recapture you from these...idiots." "Nein!" Medic kicked as Spy stepped back, grinning triumphantly. He was still pulling his coat out of the Blutsauger's way as the Ambassador lowered to point between his eyes. "I wonder which respawn room you will wake in?" Spy grinned. "Ours, you slimy crouton!" Shovel dug into the crook of Spy's neck, and Medic fought the urge to laugh as the BLU staggered away, looking shocked. Soldier pushed his helmet up above his eyebrows to study Medic, brandishing his bloody weapon. "You all right, doc?" "Thank god..." Medic nodded. "Danke, Soldier. I owe you." "Heavy's on his way. Come on, we have a job to do." Soldier grinned, and Medic smiled back. Amongst the bullets, rockets and ever present danger of the BLUs, he almost felt like his old self.
"Victory..." Heavy glanced over his shoulder, and let his shoulders sag as he realised Medic was no longer behind him. "Doktor!" He glanced around, heart sinking. They'd been pushed back violently to the second capture point. Acting on Medic's advice, Engineer had managed to set up another level three sentry behind the entry point, with Heavy and Medic taking up a station on the opposite end. The BLUs were slaughtered, although it looked like Medic had also been graced with a trip through respawn. "Doktor!" Running towards their own respawn room, Heavy noticed the Blutsauger and Vitasaw placed carefully in Medic's locker, and groaned. Medic was already inside the base somewhere. Sniper grimaced, and set his own weapons away quietly. "Doc's in the rec room, Heavy." He murmured. "If that's who you're looking for." Heavy loaded Sasha into his own locker. "Thank you." He strode back through the base, and found Medic sat on the couch, curled up. Heavy sat down next to him, his fingers twisting together. "I...am sorry." Medic shook his head, gazing at the television set. "You did your job." He sighed. "I just...I vish..." "Docteur...I hate to interrupt..." Spy gasped, and slumped to the floor. Medic dived over the back of the couch. "Scheisse, vhat happened?" He asked. "Help me get him onto zhe table..." Unbuttoning his sleeves to roll them up, Medic glanced up. "Scout, zhere's a large, vhite medikit in mein infirmary, go get it. Pyro, can you retrieve my medigun?" Both of them shot off, eager to help. Spy groaned as Heavy scooped him up, placing him on the table. "Spy?" "Their blasted Scout shot at me...he got lucky." Spy grated out. "Zhe bullet's still in my arm." "Hey Doc, this the right one?" Scout asked breathlessly. Medic nodded, and flicked the latches on his kit, pulling on a pair of thin gloves. "Spy, I'm going to use a local anaesthetic to numb you up before I do anything." He retrieved a needle and a vial, his hands steady as he carefully filled the needle. "Relax..." Medic murmured, before the needle sank into Spy's arm. "You're doing well...Heavy, help me remove his jacket and vest." "N-non..." "Would you razher I cut your suit to get to zhe vound?" Spy bit on his lip as he was gently manuvered upright, and his clothes were removed. He was set back down, and Medic gently pressed a finger against his skin. "Numb?" "I believe so..." Spy grated out. "Sehr Gut. Tell me if you feel anyzhing." Medic carefully selected his scalpel, and sliced with deft fingers at the skin surrounding the bullet wound, pausing as he felt the tip brush against metal. "Found it..." "Doc, you need a hand?" Medic shook his head, and carefully selected a pair of needle-nosed forceps. "I can see zhe bullet, I hope I can get it out in one pull." He rested his left hand on Spy's chest, and seperated the forceps, before slipping them into the small hole. "Scheisse..." He gently pulled, and Spy grimaced. "Heavy, hold him down..." "Oh, zhat's never a good sign." Spy muttered. Pyro reappeared, and Medic nodded at him "Get it over with." Medic opened the forceps wider, and dug them down into the wound, catching the bullet. He pulled steadily while Heavy held Spy still, both locked in a momentary tug of war. The bullet came loose, and Medic dropped the forceps, turning to accept his medigun from Pyro before aiming it squarely at Spy, who groaned in relief as his flesh knitted back together. "Merci, Docteur." He sighed, before sliding off of the table, and scooping up the rogue bullet. "I don't zhink I like his new gun." Medic carefully set his medigun down, and gathered his dirty equipment up, fetching a towel to mop up Spy's blood. "At least you're all right." He packed the medikit back up, and moved to scoop his medigun up, startled when Sniper reached down to pick it up. "Go on. I'll bring this, you go ahead." He followed the Medic along to the infirmary, and Medic turned around, unable to escape the sudden hug. "S-Sniper!" "Thanks. Our old Doc preferred to let respawn pick us up..." He was shaking. "Me and the Spook...we..." A loud sob escaped the man behind him, and Medic realised. They didn't like the crushing blackness of respawn, the horrible uncertainty of whether their death would be prolonged or granted an instantaneous respawn. He knew that fear. He reached up to pat at Sniper's hands. "I'll do my best to make sure you don't need to respawn. You, Spy...everyone." He smiled, and turned around as Sniper let him go. "I promise." Sniper sniffed, and took off his glasses, his eyes red. He pressed the back of his hand against his eyes, chuckling slightly. "Guess you think I'm a sap, right? I..." He looked up at the ceiling, and exhaled. "It still hurts, every damn time that I lose him. Even if it's not for long...I really don't know what I'd do without my lover." Medic smiled. "It's nice to know you care about Spy." He glanced over at the doorway, and smiled at Heavy, and Sniper nodded, turning away. Medic watched him leave before reopening his medikit, sighing at the blood. "Doktor, you vant help cleaning?" Medic nodded wordlessly, before taking the stainless steel instruments out, dumping them into the sink. "Can you..." He paused as Heavy reached past him to fill a kettle of water. "Um..." "Doktor, are you all right?" Medic cleared his throat. "Fine...I'm fine." He prayed silently that his cheeks weren't bright red, and turned around, startled when he realised he was practically nose to nose with Heavy, who grinned. "Doktor, you are warm." He reached out, and Medic flinched slightly as a giant hand was pressed against his forehead. "Perhaps you are ill?" "I..." He swallowed thickly. "Heavy..." Heavy burst into laughter, reaching down to hug Medic. "I only tease, Doktor. I know...you worked hard to help Spy." He let go, and went to retrieve the whistling kettle, as Medic tried to compose himself. "You do not normally operate on dining table, no?" Medic turned to stare at the bloody instruments. "Nein...I don't." He reached out to turn on the tap, holding his hand under the water until it turned warm. "Zhe old Doctor..." A groan came from Heavy. "He enjoyed...surgery. Experimenting. Not just on enemy. On us." Heavy poured the boiled water into a tray, watching as Medic cleaned each instrument before placing it in the tray. "I did not mind at first. But I do not like being used for experiments all the time." Medic's hands stopped moving. "You-?" "Da." Heavy rested a hand on Medic's shoulder. "What was life like with BLU?" "...I..." Medic sagged. "Zheir Soldier leads. No one questions him. And vhatever he vants...he gets." He clenched his fists. "Even if vhat he vants is a person." Heavy glanced down. "Doktor, open your hand." "Vhat?" The water was tinged red. Medic's hand opened, and he released the scalpel he had been clenching. "Scheisse." He bit down on his lip, and Heavy pulled him away from the sink, forcing him to sit at the desk. "It's okay, it's just a small scratch..." Medic protested as Heavy retrieved some gauze, patting it into place over the cut, before wrapping a small length of bandage around it to keep the gauze in place, gently patting the back of his hand. "Oh Scheisse...Vhat must you think of me...?" Medic pressed a hand against his forehead, his elbow resting on the desk. He sat in silence, the only noise his laboured breathing as he fought not to sob aloud. Heavy let a hand brush over Medic's cheek, and smiled as the man raised his tear streaked face, gazing down at Heavy's mouth. "I am thinking...I wish I knew German to tell you will be all right." His smile widened as Medic laughed pathetically. "That I would do anything to help you." Heavy straightened, and cheered mentally when Medic's eyes met his own. "Go rest, Doktor. I finish cleaning." He helped him down from the desk, and treated him to another hug. He waited patiently until Medic had vanished, before sighing, and heading back to the sink.
After cleaning the tools for Medic, Heavy decided to head to the rec room, his stomach rumbling. He paused at the sight of Scout, who was wearing Pyro's apron, and coated in flour. "Hey!" Opening the fridge, Heavy retrieved a sandvich, and sat down opposite Scout, watching him. "You are baking?" "Good eyes, Rooski." Scout was spooning small amounts of cake mix into individual bun cases. "Cookies are almost done." He picked the tray up and slipped it into the oven, removing a tray of cookies. "Thought everyone might like some, y'know?" Heavy kept his eyes on Scout's back as he scraped the cookies free from the tray to place them onto a cooling tray, humming. "Oh, did Engie tell you?" "Tell me what?" Scout grimaced as a cookie snapped on him. "Aw, man. We're getting shipped out to Mann Manor, dude! Real beds!" He flicked one of the taps on, and dumped cooking utensils into the hot, soapy water that was rising in the sink. "Mann Manor. Is out near...Harvest?" Heavy frowned. Scout nodded, and Heavy sighed. "Is too warm out there for me." "Man, everywhere is too warm for you unless we're out at Coldfront." Scout jabbed a finger into his side. "You're like a big old polar bear!" Heavy laughed at the good natured teasing, before sitting back slightly. "How have you been, since Coldfront?" The grin faded from Scout's face. "I ain't had any nightmares for a while. Thought I would, what with having a Doc again." He turned the tap off, and sat down next to Heavy. "What about you?" Heavy shrugged. "Is strange, adjusting to living with Doktor. He is afraid. Of lots of things." He crossed his arms. "Am glad you are all right." "Yeah, well, I'm just glad you guys interrupted the whackjob when you did." Scout muttered. Heavy grated his teeth together as he remembered exactly what had happened, the day the REDs had lost their Medic. Heavy had been the prime candidate for a lot of his tests. It started as a mild curiosity, and simple tests, like how much Heavy could lift before his arms collapsed, his reaction speeds under different drugs, and other such simple experiments. It quickly degraded into more morbid sciences, like how much blood Heavy could lose before passing out, or how much of his belly was fat compared to muscle. Heavy had drawn the line at removal of organs. He'd told the Medic exactly where he could stick his 'medical interests' and stormed out of the infirmary, furious at the man. It wasn't until later, when Sniper and Engineer had asked him where Scout was, that he thought of returning to the infirmary. They'd found Medic stood over Scout, hands coated in blood and holding back folds of Scout's skin, grinning in complete and utter madness as he caressed the organs that were there and the spaces where organs should have been. Scout had been staring up at the ceiling, murmuring the Lord's Prayer, as he tried not to look down at his own body. Soldier had heard the commotion and followed them, brandishing his shotgun. He'd dragged the Medic out as far away as possible, before executing the mad traitor. Spy had been the one to help Heavy stitch Scout back together, and, for weeks afterwards, Scout would wake screaming at a nightmare of a Medic standing over him, removing his entrails. "I was so worried about telling you my plan." Heavy sighed softly, and Scout half-laughed. "Taking their Medic..." "We needed him! And, well, after what you saw back at..." It had happened after a round at Tuefort, four days before Heavy had taken the BLU Medic. Heavy had watched the BLUs regrouping to head back to their base, and narrowed his eyes as BLU Medic had waited like an obedient hound by the bridge, his head hanging as other members sneered and stalked past him, flinching as the Sniper raised his hand as though to hit him, others laughing as they watched. Heavy felt something twist in his gut, and it twisted violently again as BLU Soldier wrapped his arm around his neck, the fingers pressing his skin white. Medic glanced back, and in a moment that lasted for an eternity, their eyes met. "Help me." BLU Soldier had glanced back at Heavy and started shouting at Medic, the words indistinguishable from where Heavy was listening, but the way Medic had cowered from him made Heavy's blood boil. He'd called a strategy meeting for the team, and announced that he planned to capture the BLU Medic to defect to their team. The only advice Heavy had been given was to knock the Medic out until the end of the day. He'd honestly not expected the Medic to take the punch, but, in the long run, it had been for the best. Heavy grinned as Scout left him to continue washing up, and hummed to himself as he pilfered a cookie for Medic.
Closing the door to the room he shared with Heavy, Medic sagged to sit on their shared bed, his hand aching dully. He slipped his fingers underneath his shirt, fingers splaying over his own skin. BLU Soldier had always forbidden him from touching himself unless he was present, and then he would direct Medic. He would always stand over him, giving directions. If he was good, Medic would be allowed to come. After the crazed Soldier had his release, of course. If he was bad...Well, he'd spent far too many nights tied to the headboard and sobbing for release, blood streaming from fresh, shallow cuts. He pinched at his own nipples, recalling the last night he'd spent under Soldier's glare, staring up into those cold, steel eyes as he directed Medic's hands. Medic slipped his free hand over his shirt's buttons, loosening the folds of clothing as his right hand clawed at his own chest, his left sliding down to hook underneath the waistband of his pants. Medic's hand paused as he waited for the command to stop, but it never came, his hand fumbling with the button on the front of his pants. He could practically see the furious Soldier standing over him as his pants slipped free, and Medic let his hand slide down to squeeze at the base of his own cock experimentally, his hand sliding up and down at a slow pace, as he slowly fell back until he laid on the bed, pressing his cheek against the pillow with a groan. Medic closed his eyes as he slowly trailed his own fingers along his erection. It had been so long since he had done anything like this without being prompted...Squeezing again, Medic gasped, and slowly lowered his fingers to brush over hot, velvety skin. His eyes opened and he caught sight of the large bandolier hanging from the back of the door, and his breath caught. He wondered what Heavy would think if he caught him masturbating in his bed, and groaned as his thumbnail pressed a little too hard against his glans, his eyes closing as he hissed. "He-Heavy..." Biting his own lip, Medic reached his left hand up to pinch at his already sore nipples, his mouth watering as heat began to coil in his gut. Heavy was so nice to him, so very warm... Medic's hand squeezed hard as his eyes opened. He sobbed breathlessly as his fingers loosened and his shaking fingers fell. A simple handjob wasn't enough. He forced himself to sit up, and glanced around Heavy's room, his heart pounding. It was Heavy's room. He had no business intruding in here, being such a burden to such a wonderful, caring giant as it was. Medic made a soft noise in the back of his throat as he ran his mussed hand through his hair. If he couldn't find something to continue with, he would just have to st- That train of thought was quickly derailed as Medic's eyes fell on various tools, spotting a small jar on top of the desk that Heavy cleaned his guns on. Medic stretched over the high-backed, wooden chair that was facing away from the desk and opened the jar nervously, coating his right hand's fingers liberally, before sinking to his knees, panting, as he carefully lined his index finger up, and sank further down, his left hand reaching out to grab the chair in front of him. "Gott..." Lifting himself up, Medic shifted slightly, and groaned as two fingers slipped into his body. He rested his forehead on the chair's seat, his left hand clutching hard at the chair. "Nnnh...Heavy..." He breathed as he rose and sank rythmitically, his eyes closing again. "H-Heavy..." His entire body stiffened and his mouth stretched in a wide scream as his fingertips brushed against his prostate. A low, guttaral groan escaped his throat, and, fighting the urge to move away, Medic thrust down against his own hand, rocking back and forth. He imagined Heavy sitting in front of him, his gigantic hand pressing warmly against his back as Medic moved. Medic lifted his hips, enough to reach Heavy's bowed head and kiss him, before dropping back onto his fingers with a wail, his body going taut as he came, hard, his forehead resting against the chair's seat. After a hazy moment, Medic came to his senses enough to let his fingers slide free from his body, and stood up shakily. He laughed pathetically, and readjusted his clothes, before plucking a box of tissues up from next to Heavy's bed, and set to work, cleaning the mess he had made. Ensuring the door was closed properly, Heavy exhaled silently, and decided to leave Medic's cookie in his infirmary. He studied his own reflection in the polished surface of one of the stainless steel counters, and was relieved to see that he didn't look too flushed. "How am I supposed to sleep with mental image of Doktor...like...that..." He wondered, licking melted chocolate and crumbs from his thumb.
There isn't anything I didn't like about this story. Whoever asked you to post this was right to. Please do go on.
Awwyeeeah. Perfect blend of action, smut, and angst. Also weapons geekery and in-game strategy, which I can't write at all well since I'm somewhat rubbish at actually playing the game. If I had one criticism, it'd be that the Medic warms up to his new team rather faster than I'd think for someone who's been kidnapped and is already suffering the trauma inflicted by his former team, but it seems like this piece is probably finished and doesn't really need my input. Besides, that's some delicious trauma.
>>9 I'll post the remainder tomorrow when I'm not quite as drunk off my ass. I got like, six captchas wrong XD >>10 I realise that now and thought about changing it, but no matter how I wrote it Medic either had to suck it up and actually talk to the team or be a shy little schoolgirl for twenty chapters (which I'm not against, per say, but it was wrong for this, I felt.) There are 21 chapters total, I'll post the rest tomorrow when I can see straight. I'd say "I hope you like gore" but this is TF2Chan. Of course you do. I was just worried you guys would hate a couple of the inconsistencies I spotted in here.
11 Acctually I hate gore but if it is a major key in the story I will read on if it gets too much though then I'm out
Medic loved to watch the rain. He was sitting at the top of the Laser Tower, gazing at the darkened clouds. A drop fell to hit his head, and he grimaced. "Guten tag, Docteur. Not packing?" He rubbed at his own forehead. "I don't really have anyzhing to pack." He blinked. "Are you-" Spy sat down next to Medic, and blew a smoky cloud through the rain. "Sniper and I share his van, everything we have is in there." He leaned against Medic, grinning. "How are you enjoying your time with us at RED?" Medic sighed. "It's not like BLU at all." He stretched, and laid back. "Spy?" "Oui?" "If...If I liked someone..." Medic folded his hands, resting them on top of his chest. "And...zhey...might like me back, how vould I know?" "How-?" Spy leaned back, laying next to Medic. "You mean...how would they act to you?" "Mmm." "I dare say you both would blush, make up excuses to stay around each other...simple things." "Oi, Mister. Van's ready when you are." Sniper sat next to Spy, and nodded. "Y'awright, Doc?" Medic sat up, blushing. "Ja, ja. How are...you?" Sniper rolled his eyes, and took off his akubra and aviators, stretching out. "I'd do better if this sneaky bastard helped me stock the van." "Shut up! You know I was hurt!" Spy did his best to look injured. Sniper scoffed. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, you and I both know you were fine the minute the medigun hit you." Sniper leaned closer to Spy, their noses inches apart. "Say, you thank our Doc for that?" "Oh, of- Wait. Non! Oh, I am terrible!" Spy wailed. Medic watched, torn between laughing at the theatrics or crying. "What kind of monster am I?" Sniper was laughing into his hand covertly, and Spy threw an arm around Medic. "Thank you, Docteur, for the impromptu surgery and the mind-blowing sex I had with Sniper afterwards." Sniper choked, and slapped at Spy's shoulder. "He didn't need to know that!" "Nonsense!" Spy pulled Medic closer. "The threat of death does wonders for your sex life, I have found." Medic cleared his throat. "As long as you two are using protection..." "But of course. I always keep my weapon at hand." "I think you two are a terrible influence." Sniper laughed. "Hey! You guys coming or expecting a teleporter?" Engineer shouted up at the trio. "Make sure you've got everything!" Medic sat back up, and sighed, following Sniper and Spy down the ramp. As they reached the bottom, Spy gently tugged on Medic's sleeve. "A word of warning. Don't play poker against Heavy." "Vas?" Spy turned to glance at Sniper, who coughed. "Heavy has one hell of a poker face. Beat Spy and me in the same game. In the same hand." Medic let an eyebrow arch. "Oh, really? Vhat did he win?" Sniper turned redder than his shirt. "Let's just say, he had front row seats to a very private show." Spy grinned. "Adieu, for now. Enjoy the train ride, Docteur." Engineer grinned. "Coming, doc?" "Ja." Medic followed him, biting on his lip. "How long vill zhe train ride last?" "Well, usually takes us about eight to nine hours. Mann Manor's a fair way north." Engineer led him towards the station, where the large locomotive waited. "Go ahead Doc. We're just finishing stowing our equipment." Medic slipped on board the train, blinking. "Hey, Medic! How's it going?" Scout called noisily from one of the seats. "Come on, we're gonna play some poker!" He indicated Pyro and a deck of cards. Medic frowned, but sat beside Scout nervously, hands resting on the table in front of him. "Do you play often?" He asked. Scout shook his head, adjusting his cap. "Pyro and I play once every couple of weeks. Why?" "Just curious..." Medic mumbled as Pyro shuffled a deck of cards, dealing cards to Scout and Medic. Medic blinked at his cards, and arranged his face into a carefully neutral expression. Glancing at Scout, Medic sighed. "You know zhe idea behind zhis game is not to let ozher players know what you are zhinking?" "Huh? I never know what the hell Pyro's thinking." Scout laughed, and hid his nose behind his cards. Medic sighed, and set his cards face down on the table. "I pass." "You're no fun!" Scout scowled, and tossed a flattened bottlecap towards Pyro. "Call." Pyro flicked two flattened bottlecaps to the growing pile. Scout glowered, and matched his bet. "Deal, mumbles." Medic watched with interest. Pyro carefully picked up the deck, and slid one card face down, before setting three cards face up. Medic let a hand support his chin. His seven of clubs and two of diamonds had been no good after all. He let his mouth twist as Scout tossed another flattened bottlecap towards Pyro. The cards on the table were all Spades of various numbers. Scout must have been holding either a Jack or higher to bet. Pyro wasn't backing down either, matching Scout's bets. He watched as two more Spades joined their fellows on the table, and Scout tossed his cards face up. Medic grinned. He had a Jack of Spades and a King of Clubs, giving him a Jack-high flush. Pyro flicked his cards over, revealing the Ace of Spades. "Aw MAN!" Scout cried out. Medic laughed, and sat back. "What're you laughing at, dummy?" "Little men playing?" Heavy's hand lowered to the back of the seat. "Can I join?" Medic swallowed as Scout nodded. "Sure thing!" Heavy slid into the seat next to Pyro, opposite Medic. "Pyro is good dealer. Playing as well?" Pyro shook his head as he reshuffled the cards, mumbling a greeting to Demoman and the others as they took refuge in the seats next to them. Medic shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Pyro delt cards out. He swallowed thickly, and stared up at Heavy, who was grinning. "Last time I played was...against Sniper and Spy." "Did you win?" Medic asked, his voice catching in his throat. Heavy's grin widened, and he nodded. "Da. I beat them both in same hand." Heavy smirked. "Spy told you...yes?" Medic nodded, suddenly aware that he was flushed. "Did Spy tell you what I won?" Scout laughed as Heavy looked very pleased with himself. Scout studied his cards, scratching his cheek. "Was game of high costs. If either of them won, I was to be their slave for a week for each." Heavy scooped his cards up, and studied Medic's face over their edges. "I won, and got a fantastic prize." Medic scooped up his own cards, and stared at them blankly. "I got to watch them fuck." Medic knew he was bright red now. He set his cards down, and folded his hands carefully onto the back of them. "How was it?" He asked, staring blankly at the creases of his gloves. Heavy hummed to himself. "Very...passionate. They like to claw and bite each other lots. Lots of name calling as well." Scout pulled a face next to him. "Dude. Don't need to know that much about Sniper and Spy's sex life." Medic tapped the table to pass that round of betting, and Heavy smirked, also passing that round. Scout threw his cards to the center of the table, huffing. "I will play you for similar bet, Doktor." Medic's hand paused over his cards. "Vas? But we haven't-" He stopped. Of course. Heavy didn't need to play against him for long. "Your terms?" "If you win, will do whatever you want me to for a week." Heavy adjusted his bandolier, and grinned. "Vhat if you win?" Medic asked breathlessly. Everything was getting warm and tight. He had a feeling he knew what was about to happen. "You do whatever I want you to for a week." Medic studied him for a long moment, and bit his lip. "All right. Fine." He peered at the corner of his cards, and studied the flop. "I'm in." He hissed anxiously. Heavy nodded, and set his own cards face down. "I am in too." Pyro delt the next card silently, and everyone stared silently at Medic, who stared down at the card with a blank expression. He tapped the table. "Check." Heavy wasn't looking at the card at all, staring down at Medic. He grinned. "Two weeks, Medic." Medic's heart lept into his throat. Heavy had always called him 'Doktor' before. He bit his lip. "Three weeks." "Four." "Hey, aren't you guys takin' this a bit-" Soldier reached over the back of the seat to clamp his hand over Scout's mouth. "Mmph!" "This doesn't concern you, son." Soldier managed to look threatning even through his helmet. Medic continued to stare up at Heavy, his heart thudding noisily in his throat. "Five weeks." He croaked. Heavy nodded, and turned to Pyro. "Last card, Pyro?" Dealing the last card, Pyro motioned for them to reveal their cards. Medic carefully slipped his fingers underneath his cards, and turned them over. He didn't need to look down, he knew what cards he held. He closed his eyes. Heavy tutted. "Such a shame. You played well, Doktor." He reached out to pat the back of Medic's hand. Medic hung his head, and laughed at the Queen of Diamonds and the Queen of Hearts, before peering at Heavy's King and Ace of Hearts. The Ace of Clubs had been the last card to emerge. Without that, the hand would have been Medic's. He sighed, and tore his gaze away from the cards to look out of the window, startled to see the moving terrain. "H-how long were we playing?" Heavy rubbed his chin. "Not too long." He crooked his finger, grinning. "Doktor, join me in next cart? We need to talk." Medic sagged, and nodded mutely. This would not end well. ************ Twisting his fingers together nervously, Medic flinched as the door behind him closed. Heavy's hand stopped him from venturing further into the quiet carriage, and forced him to turn. "Are you all right?" The simple question caught him completely off guard. Medic felt tears prickling in his eyes, and shook his head. "Why did you agree to bet if you are not comfortable with it?" Heavy asked. Medic stared stubbornly at Heavy's feet. He didn't have to answer. He could happily stand there as long as he possibly- "Medic." Heavy's hands enveloped his shoulders, and Medic stared up at him. "I vant to know what you plan on doing to me." He whispered, chest heaving. Heavy looked upset. "Are you going to-" "Why would you think that!?" "Spy and Sniper-" "Conferred first to make sure we all understood risks. They agreed, and, when they lost, were very gracious." Heavy's hands slid to Medic's upper arms, and rubbed soothingly. "I was allowed Spy's watch. They didn't see me. Didn't know I was there." He made a soft noise. "Was nice to watch others sharing feelings." Medic sagged. "Zhey didn't tell me zhat." "Tell you what, Doktor. We go back to original bet. One week." Heavy let go of Medic. "I promise, nothing too...too...rude. Deal?" Medic nodded. "Danke...Heavy." "You should sleep, Doktor." Reopening the door to the occupied cart, Heavy guided him in, gently pushing him down. "Will wake you when we get to Mann Manor." Medic huffed as he sat down, but slowly removed his glasses and gloves, handing them over to Heavy. "I'll be all right." He whispered. Heavy went to rejoin the others, and Medic shrugged off his coat and loosened his tie, using his coat as a makeshift cover as he settled down to sleep. "I'll be all right." *************** Rolling onto his back, Medic groaned. Something warm was weighing his hands down. "Herr..." He opened his eyes, and winced violently. "Nein. Neinneinneinneinnei-" A hard smack hit his cheek. "None of that." Medic bit into his tongue on reflex, and stared up at the BLU Soldier silently, as he removed his helmet, and slid his hands to cup Medic's face gently. "You shouldn't have run away, cupcake." Soldier growled. "You know what I'm going to have to do." "No...Soldier...please..." "You dirty little slut, you don't deserve any mercy." Soldier's hands moved lower, and Medic choked. He tried to move his hands to wrest Soldier's hands away, kicking at whatever was pinning him down. "Please!" He was going to die. Medic rasped for air, his lungs burning. "Mhdhhc!" Something stabbed his chest violently. "Mhdhhc!" Sitting up suddenly, Medic coughed violently. "Hrr yhh hkhrr?" Pyro's gasmask was peering down at him. "Mhdhhc?" Eyes watering, Medic blinked up at him. "I...vas...asleep?" "Yhs." Pyro's head tilted, and he carefully reached up to loosen the filter from his gasmask. "Sorry." His voice was clearer without the filter in place. "You were thrashing about. Everyone else is unloading our stuff, I said I'd stay and watch you." Medic let his breath escape in one long sigh. "T-time to get off? He asked, startled. "Mhm." Pyro nodded at him. "C'mon Doc." Running a hand through his hair, Medic watched as Pyro replaced the filter, and started gathering his things. "Ah, where are mein veapons?" Pyro pointed at the base, and Medic nodded. "Good." He followed Pyro off the train, only to start violently when he tripped into Soldier, landing heavily against his back. "Ah!" "Woah!" Soldier eased him back onto his feet. "All right there, Doc?" "J-ja." Medic pulled away, his back pressing against the train as he held his coat and clothes against his chest. "Sorry, Herr Soldier." Soldier frowned. "No, I'm sorry, Medic." He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Clearly you're not comfortable being around me." He turned around. "Hey, Truckie!" "Solly?" Engineer frowned at him. "What's going on?" Soldier sighed, and indicated Medic, who stiffened. "Spooked him. I didn't mean to." Engineer glanced between the two of them, and sighed. "Oh, Doc. C'mon, Heavy's in the base, we'll get you set up in your infirmary. Okay?" Medic nodded dimly, and stared fixedly at the floor as he passed Soldier, and Engineer slipped an arm over his shoulders. "Aw, hell. I'm not gonna hurt you." Engineer murmured. "Besides, as flatterin' as that may be, I'm already in a commited relationship." "Vas?" "Aw, c'mon, haven't you noticed? Me and Solly?" Engineer laughed. "He's a bit crazy, but damn if he ain't a great guy." "Is everyone in RED in a relationship?" "Scout and Demo sometimes have sex, but I think that's more down to hormones than anythin'." Engineer hummed. "Spy and Sniper have been dating for a few years, I heard they met while Sniper was out in France." He sighed, and glanced over at Medic. "Pyro's just happy to have friends, and Heavy...well, he likes you. It's nice to see a Medic that needs a Heavy as much as a Heavy needs his Medic." Medic started suddenly as Engineer stopped. "Howdy there, Heavy. Think you lost this guy somewhere back there." "Ah! So sorry, was carrying weapons inside." Heavy patted Medic's shoulder. "Team took care of you, Da?" Medic sagged. "Ja." He followed Heavy, and smiled. "We...we have a good team."
"Ten minute warning, guys! Weapons at the ready and meet outside the manor!" Scout called cheerfully, banging on the temporary infirmary's door. "Come on out!" "Vas?" Medic glanced round at Heavy, who was already shouldering his bandolier. "But zhe battle is not till tomorrow!" Heavy scooped his gun up, and nodded. "Is...good luck ritual. Soldier and Engineer believe is good for team." He grinned. "Come, Doktor. Bring your weapon." Medic grabbed his Blutsauger, and followed Heavy. "Vh-vhat happens in zhese...good luck rituals?" He caught up with Heavy, who smiled, and adjusted his grip on Sasha. "We practise hand to hand combat...give others tips..." Heavy sighed. "If one enemy is giving us a problem, we report it." Heavy set his gun down, and crossed his arms, nodding at Soldier. "Heavy Weapons Guy, reporting in." Medic studied everyone, as Scout moved to stand opposite him, winking. "Scout, reportin' in." Standing between Heavy and Sniper, Medic squared his shoulders, and lifted his chin. "Medic, reporting in." Soldier nodded at him, his expression somber. "Okay everyone. We had a good run at Gravel Pit. Especially you, Doc." He frowned. "But you're far too..." He hummed. "What's the word I'm looking for?" "Flinchy?" Sniper offered. Soldier snapped his fingers. "That's the one!" Soldier beckoned him closer. "Doc, you might not like this, but you've got to be able to trust us on the field. And we need you to be able to hold your own if you get seperated." He stalked towards Medic, who shrank back, holding his Blutslauger defensively. Soldier placed his hands on Medic's shoulders, and spun him around. "We already learned a lot from you. Time to learn from us." Soldier nodded, and stepped back away from Medic. "Have at it, boys." "Agh!" Medic dodged around Soldier as Sniper attacked, his blade slicing at empty air. "You're all mad!" Sniper glanced over his aviators. "Hold up, hold up. I don't think we explained that well enough." Demoman snorted from where he'd been ready to shatter an empty bottle over Engineer's hardhat. "We're practisin' melee, Doc. Did you not bring that bloody huge needle of yours?" Medic straightened up behind Soldier. "Vas? No!" Spy rolled his eyes, and flicked his right hand, a blade appearing in his fingers. "This will do for now." He held the blade out, handing it over to Medic, who blinked down at the silver. "All right. Let's get back to it!" Soldier announced. "Off you go, Doc!" Medic hesitated for a moment, staring out at the complete and utter chaos that was their practise. Engineer and Demoman were swinging brutally at each other, missing by mere inches. Sniper and Spy seemed to be thoroughly enjoying themselves, slicing and fencing with one another, though they had to dodge into each other as Pyro hacked towards them with his menacing axe. Scout approached Heavy, his Sandman trailing dust as he approached. "Ready for this, big guy?" Heavy chuckled. "Come, little man. We fight." He uncrossed his arms, and raised his fists. Medic darted away as something slashed towards him. He turned around, and froze at the sight of Soldier brandishing his shovel. "You think you can just stand there and he won't hit you?" Medic began to step back. He wasn't afraid. He wasn't. "You think he'll just stand in front of you and glare? We're fighting a war. He's going to pay for everything that he's done." Soldier darted forwards, and Medic dived back, keeping Soldier in his line of sight. "I'm not going to make him, and neither is anyone else. Just you." Something hot was boiling inside Medic, and he switched his grasp on Spy's knife as Soldier stomped closer to him, his voice changing to the one that haunted Medic's dreams. "You little slut. I could bend you over and fuck you senseless and you wouldn't fight back, would you? You're weak." The slash with the knife caught Soldier by surprise, and he had to duck away from Medic as he slashed frantically. "I am not VEAK!" Medic screamed. "Don't you ever speak to me like zhat, you overgrown American PIG!" He snarled, readying the knife for a second attack. Soldier grinned, and brandished his own shovel. "Show me what you've got, Kraut." He growled, in his own voice. Metal hit metal as Medic lunged forwards, raining blows down against the blade of Shovel. Soldier grunted, and pushed back hard, sending Medic flying. "Concentrate! Don't attack blindly, that's what he'll do!" Soldier shouted down at him. "Get up, Nurse!" Medic stood back up, his breathing laboured. He studied Soldier, and straightened his posture, eyes narrowed as he mirrored Soldier's steps, his teeth bared. "What's wrong, Sally, worried I might bite?" Soldier goaded. His voice changed again. "Come on, bitch." Medic growled in the back of his throat, and they attacked each other, Medic ducking as Shovel whirred through the air where his head had been. He jabbed his elbow firmly into the back of Soldier's knee, bringing him down. "You dirty fucking-" "I said do NOT talk to me like zhat, you star-spangled schwienehund." Medic's blade hovered next to his ear, until he blinked. "Vh-vhat zhe hell am I doing?" "Beating my sorry ass senseless, I think." Soldier groaned. "Goddamn it, where the hell did that come from?" "I...don't know..." Medic whispered. The knife clattered to the dirt, and Spy retrieved it, patting him on the back. "Make sure you do that to the BLU bastard." Soldier growled, and glanced around. Everyone had paused in order to watch their duel. "I think we're done for now. Let's head inside." Medic seemed lost in thought as he was pushed along by Sniper. "C'mon mate. I reckon Engie's stew will be ready by now." He pulled Medic to sit on a moth-eaten couch, and sat next to him, stretching out. "You okay?" Medic inhaled, long and loud, before nodding. "I...I zhink so." Sniper was studying him carefully. "Doc, what exactly did that Soldier do to you?" Medic ran a hand over his mouth, and looked at Sniper, ready to claim he was tired, hungry, anything to stop talking. A hand squeezed his shoulder, and Spy appeared, looking mournful. "You may not want to talk about it, but...it might make you feel better. There's always someone willing to listen." There was a soft murmur of agreement as everyone crowded around Medic, all nodding and looking serious. Medic sagged. He wouldn't get out of this in one piece. "Fine." He carefully removed his glasses, and polished the lenses carefully. "I suppose it all started when I decided to act on my feelings for their Engineer..."
Oh. Hi there, Doc. What can I do for you today?" Medic bit on his lip. "I have somezhing to...confess to you, Herr Engineer." He scratched the back of his head, and sighed. "I...I like you." Engineer removed his goggles, and sighed. "Aw, hell Doc. I'm...I'm flattered, but...I...I don't feel the same way." He stood up. "I hope this don't change anything between us." Medic shook his head, and smiled sadly. "I'm sorry...I zhink I need to go." "I'm sorry, Medic." Engineer turned back to his schematics, as Medic eased the door to his workshop closed. Slumping against the door, Medic closed his eyes, letting out a long and shaky breath. It had been a long shot, and it hurt. "The hell are you doing there, Kraut?" Medic sniffed, and Soldier wrapped his arm around Medic's shoulder. "Something bothering you? Let's go grab a brew, Doc." *********** Sprawled out over the table, Medic hiccuped lazily from next to the many fallen bottles. "It's not fair..." He whimpered, his fingers splaying out over the tabletop. Soldier sat across from him, holding his second beer. "I...I-" "Your feelings are unnatural. It's a good thing that Truckie turned you down." Soldier growled quietly. Medic fell silent, staring at his own hand. "But...I zhought-" "I can help you. If you're willing to do exactly what I say." Medic nodded. "I just don't vant to feel like zhis anymore." He whimpered. Soldier stood up, and pulled Medic up along with him. "C'mon, Sally. No time like the present." **************** Depositing the drunk Medic on his bed, Soldier hummed to himself, watching his head loll to one side. "Doc?" Medic made a soft noise in the back of his throat, and Soldier carefully crawled over the prone body, studying Medic carefully. He removed Medic's glasses, setting them on the nightstand. He drew his fist back, and slugged him in the jaw, hard. Medic didn't move, his head tilted into the pillow. Soldier rubbed at his hand, and moved to sit down, facing the bed. *********** Groaning, Medic rolled onto his side, and lifted a hand to rub at his chin. He flinched, and cautiously felt along his jawline, wincing. "Herr Soldier?" "Finally awake, Kraut?" "Did..." No. It was far too stupid. Medic straightened himself up as he stood, frowning. "Did you hit me?" "I did." "Vhat? WHY? Vhat could I possibly do to you-" "You tried to rape me. I stopped you." Medic's rant caught in his throat, and he stared in horror at Soldier. "...Vas?" Soldier stood up faster than Medic had anticipated, and crossed his arms. "I said I'll help. But if you try that again, I'll put a bullet in your brain. Clear?" His voice was low and dangerous, filled with a threat far greater than anything shouting could convey. "...Crystal..." Medic whimpered. What had he done? ********* Glaring at the back of Medic's head, Sniper shouldered his rifle. He had seen the large bruise on his jaw, now hidden by Medic's Blighted Beak mask. "Oy. You know what happened to Doc?" He asked Soldier, who glanced over at Medic. "I'll tell you after the battle, Slim." Soldier growled. "Get out there and pop some heads."
Medic quickly found life getting worse and worse. The story of him trying to rape Soldier while drunk had quickly made the rounds, and everyone seemed to be glaring at the back of his head now. He'd tried to talk to some of the other people on base, but everyone stared with disgust and anger. Then the beatings started. At first it was just Soldier. Insisting he deserved it for being a sick, Nazi bastard, and gay to boot. Medic had taken the slaps, the punches, and the kicks. He did deserve them, if he'd tried to violate Soldier. The others joined in later. Nothing too permanent. Everyone trips. Scout's always careless with his baseball bats. They turned into something else entirely. The day that Soldier had told him he would get his wish was a day he would never forget. He was proud of not screaming. There had been no love in the act, no care. Soldier wanted him to know he was completely under his thumb, and ended up beating him unconcious. Medic had been too sore to move for the whole day afterwards, and regained conciousness the following day at dinner. Aware that Soldier's intentions were less than honourable, Medic tried to escape that night. He ended up pinned to a wall by an arrow through his coat, and Sniper glaring at him over his aviators. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" "Let me go..." Medic tried to pull the arrow free, exhaling as Sniper drew closer to him. "Wonder if Solly needs help disciplining you..." Sniper yanked the arrow free, and grabbed Medic by the scruff of his neck as he raised his hands defensively, jabbing the arrow into the small of his back. "Go on, you little bitch." Medic sagged, and allowed Sniper to frog-march him towards Soldier's "War Room". Trying to keep his eyes firmly on the floor, Medic flinched as Soldier approached them, grinning, and offering him to Sniper for a job well done. Medic considered running for a full minute before Soldier had held him down against the table so Sniper could have his fun. The others didn't care about him. As far as they were concerned, he was getting what he wanted. He caught Engineer's gaze, once, and his heart sank. He returned to Soldier's quarters in silence, and didn't say a word as he was pushed roughly into the stale mattress. The fun wore off, eventually, and Soldier became more fixated on his maps and plywood friends. Medic returned to his infirmary, and slowly began to drown in his paperwork, unfinished stacks teetering dangerously. He carefully moved the top one, and began reviewing the kill reports from a battle nearly two weeks ago. A loud bang made him jump, and he groaned. Scout was drunk, and looked like he was ready to start something he'd regret. Ignoring him in favour of the paperwork, Medic supported his head in his left hand as he wrote with his right, his fingers digging into his hair. There were a few moments of silence, before a loud, metallic clatter echoed in the infirmary. It was followed by a tinkling noise. Something glass, he mused. When the bedpan hit the wall he was facing, he had to do something. "Vhat are you doing?" He finally asked his paperwork. It chuckled back at him. "What, can't turn around and face me? Too limp-wristed to smack someone?" It was the last straw. Medic slammed his pen down into the desk, and turned around. "Vhat? Surprised I'm facing you? Zhink I can't aim my needlegun anymore?" He stood up, and Scout suddenly looked terrified. "I'll be sure to remember zhat when you're prancing around like a ballerina, screaming for help. For me." Medic pointed. "Get out." Scout stalked past him, and paused at the door. "I thought you were gonna...Solly said..." Medic sagged. "Scout. Go away. I have a headache, and I vant to be alone." Scout left silently, and Medic collapsed onto his desk, his arms crossing under his head. He closed his eyes, and stayed there until the next morning, when sirens woke him. *********** Stalemate. Medic hated those words. He groaned to himself as he headed from underneath the RED respawn room towards the bridge that connected the warring sides of Tuefort, waiting patiently. He was supposed to always be the last one in, and wait until everyone else was finished in the showers so he could have his shower. Medic flinched as Sniper stalked past, raising his hand as though to backhand Medic, laughing noisily with the others. A hand grabbed his shoulder, and he winced as Soldier readjusted his grip, fingers digging painfully into the back of his neck. "Disobeying orders...You've been a bad little boy today. I think a punishment is in order, or maybe you'd do better presenting your ass to the REDs!" Medic glanced back. The RED Heavy was stood on the Sniper Deck, ensuring none of the BLUs snuck back inside. The large man looked positively livid, but his gaze softened as he spotted Medic. "Help me." Medic wasn't even sure if the RED had seen his desperate plea, but Soldier had paused to glance back at him. "You're already fucking the enemy, aren't you? Sneaky Commie, I knew I should have kept you tied up!" "Vhat!? No! Herr Soldier...!" "You're going to bleed tonight, Sally." Soldier's hand fisted in Medic's coat, and dragged him away.
Medic fell silent. "Zhe rest...you know." He didn't dare glance up. RED would hate him as much as the BLUs did. "Sound's to me like that Solly's a closet case..." Scout held his hands up. "No offence." Medic's head raised slightly. "I honestly believed he was helping me..." "People like him can be devious." Spy blew a smoke cloud, leaning against Sniper. "I don't believe for a moment that you attacked him while drunk." "You zhink he lied?" "More than likely." Spy gently tugged Sniper's hand around his waist. "I've done less than lying to keep this 'andsome rogue with me." Sniper groaned, repositioning his hat over his eyes. "When're we having dinner?" He asked. Spy smirked, and leaned over to tilt Sniper's hat back up, his lips pressing against his cheek. "You two wanna cut that out? Dinner's ready." Engineer handed over two bowls, which they passed out. Heavy nudged Medic gently, and tilted his head. Medic silently followed him, cradling his bowl carefully. "Join me, Doktor?" Heavy sat down, his legs hanging over the edge of the balcony. Medic blinked at the sight of the first capture point, and set his bowl down, sitting down next to Heavy, and studying the area intently. "Are you upset?" Medic asked. Heavy looked over from his stew, and stirred it for a moment before nodding. "A little. Some things...no one should go through." He pointed his spoon upwards, and Medic looked up, before looking back at Heavy. "Only He may judge." Heavy shrugged. "I like to think, maybe, you live life, share happiness...Is good enough for Him." Medic hummed, and lowered his gaze to his own stew. "Isn't being a mercenary against His laws?" He asked, finally raising his spoon to his lips. Heavy laughed, but it was good natured. "Mama was very...God-Fearing. I like the stories, but...some of it, a little hard to believe, I think." Medic swallowed his stew. "You like the stories?" Heavy nodded. "I always like the one about the whale." He lifted his bowl to his lips, and inhaled the contents, licking his lips. "Delicious." Medic swallowed his spoonful. "Did Engineer make this himself?" "Of course." Heavy set his bowl down, still licking his lips. Medic felt his cheeks flush, and forced his gaze away from the pink tongue working around Heavy's mouth. "You are not hungry?" "I...I am! I..." He sighed. "BLU Soldier would make sure I didn't eat enough to keep me strong. He liked me veak...so he could overpower me." Medic stared down at his bowl mournfully. "I guess, I'm just not used to eating enough." "Eat whenever you want, Doktor." Heavy patted him on the head before smoothing his hair back enough to kiss his forehead. "I will make sure there is always a spare Sandvich and Dalokohs in refrigerator for you." He stood up, and retrived his bowl. "I will see you inside, Doktor." Medic lifted his hand to touch the spot where he had been kissed, and grinned. "...Ja...ja..."
Slipping into the derelict mansion, Medic blinked around at the peeling wallpaper, and felt his heart sink. He didn't want to face the others straight away, and carefully stepped over the worn floorboards and carpets, towards the empty library, studying the shelves. He ran his fingers lazily over the tattered spines, pausing to investigate some titles as he went past them. Selecting a book, Medic pulled it out and sat down on a chair, tugging his gloves off gently. He opened it, and started reading. ************ "All right, I think that's enough for tonight, we should all get some sleep." Soldier grumbled. "Rooskie, make sure the Doc's all right, yeah? Briefing is tomorrow evening at 1900 hours." Heavy nodded silently, and gave Soldier a lazy salute. "We will be there. Promise." He frowned. "Where is Doktor?" Spy grinned from where he was leaning against the doorway. "He's here, Heavy." He pointed, and Heavy moved to stand next to him. Slumped in an armchair with a book resting on his lap, was Medic, fast asleep. Heavy sighed gently, and folded the book closed, before slipping his arms underneath Medic's frame, and lifting him up. "Is definetly time for bed..." Heavy laughed, gently nuzzling Medic's cheek. Medic gave a soft murmur, and pressed closer to Heavy. Spy twisted his mouth. "That is absolutely adorable. I wish I had my camera." Heavy shifted his grasp slightly. "You can open doors, yes?" Spy chuckled, and stepped ahead of Heavy, and opened the door. "You recall that Sniper and I are sharing that fantastically huge bed with you two tonight?" Heavy grinned, stepping through the door. "I remember. You two be quiet, do not wake Doktor, yes?" Spy smirked, opening another door. "You just kick us if we are being too noisy, oui?" He snickered. "Come, I will help." With Spy's help, Heavy carefully undressed the sleeping Medic and set him in the bed, stretching. "I am going to sleep as well." Spy nodded, and gave Heavy a mock-salute. "We will try not to wake the two of you. Apologies in advance, if we do." Heavy carefully removed his own clothes and slid into bed next to Medic, grinning. "Good night, Spy." ************ Opening his eyes, Medic sighed. He was pressed against Heavy's stomach. It was late...or early. He couldn't tell. Settling back against Heavy, Medic sagged, his eyes closing. A soft groan made him open his eyes, and he bit his lip. Spy and Sniper were sprawled out next to them, both devoid of their normal clothes, looking oddly naked. Spy was sprawled on his stomach, biting down on the pillow, his hands digging into the sheets. Sniper was laid on top of him, holding Spy down firmly as he growled hotly against neck. Something hot curled in the pit of Medic's stomach, and he swallowed thickly. Spy's mouth opened, and Sniper hummed against his shoulder. "C'mon Spook..." "Nngh...almost zhere..." Spy's hand reached back to cup Sniper's head. "Come...Sniper...come..." Medic closed his eyes, his body sagging as Heavy shifted. "I thought you two were going to be quiet." Spy groaned. "Sorry..." "Aw, we ain't woke him yet. Shuddup so we can finish off." Sniper's growl was practically animalistic. Heavy grunted his consent, and Medic felt large fingers carefully tilting his head away from Spy and Sniper. "Ah! Mon dieu..." Spy's voice was strained and small. The bed was squeaking noisily under their shared weight, and Medic was pulled closer to Heavy, his face buried in his teammate's chest. His eyes opened wide as Sniper gave what must have been a particularly hard thrust, and Spy muttered a curse. Heavy shifted, his hand moving up and down over Medic's back soothingly, yawning as he shifted on his back. Pressed against his side, Medic yawned and nuzzled closer to Heavy, silently praying none of the three men noticed he was awake.
Medic woke, alone in the bed. He sat up, and ran a hand through his hair absent-mindedly. "Oh, you're up." Medic blinked over at the open door, and at Soldier, who looked very out of place without his helmet and in his vest. "You've been out most of the day, Doc. " Soldier beckoned Medic, and, after a moment's hesitation to grab his pants, Medic slid out of the sheets, and followed him. They walked in silence, until they reached the second floor's balcony, above the rotating capture point. "You know, I don't think we've actually talked." Soldier rested his arms on the worn railing, and smiled as Medic ran a hand over his chin. "I..." He turned to look over at Soldier, and sighed. "You don't look enough like him." "Eh?" Medic reached out slightly, and traced a line along his own jaw. "Zhe BLU Soldier has a scar running along his jaw. He makes up stories, I asked him and he told me he'd been caught in a car blast. He told Engineer zhe same scar came from a nail bomb." Medic smiled. "You have blue eyes. Kind eyes." Soldier laughed. "Careful. Wouldn't want Truckie getting jealous. Or Heavy, for that matter." Medic turned red, and jerked back away from Soldier. "I don't know vhat you mean..." He made to leave, and started as Soldier reached out to grab his arm, pulling him back to the banister. "Relax, Doc." Soldier waved down at Scout, who pulled a face up at them. "Where's Engie?" He shouted down. "What am I, your boyfriend's keeper?" Scout shouted back. "I dunno where he is! On his knees, practisin' for later, I bet!" "You'd better shut your mouth, or should I get the bomb-flinging Scot to ram his dick in there again?" Soldier yelled, leaning over the edge. Medic stared, horrified at the exchange, until Scout laughed back at him. "Ain't I told you two to stop talking about my dick?" Demoman asked, sighing. "Yer worse th'n bloody kids." Medic blinked. "You...you do zhis often?" Soldier scratched the back of his head grinning. "Well, we've been a bit toned down since you joined, but..." Demoman slung an arm around Medic's shoulders. "This is nothin', laddie. Try not to let it bother ya, aye?" He patted Medic's arm comfortingly. "You got the Heavy to look after you though. I reckon you'll be okay." "What in the Sam Hill are you lot shoutin' about?" Engineer was on the ground floor with Scout. "You windin' people up again, boy?" "Solly wanted you, Tex." Scout pointed up at Soldier. Engineer rolled his eyes. "Well, if it ain't our own sleepin' beauty. How ya feeling, Sawbones?" Medic sagged. "Tired of people asking if I'm all right." He stretched up, and braced his hands on the banister. "I need to take diesen verdammten Soldat down myself. I vill take him down myself tomorrow. My own way." Soldier straightened his back slightly, and grinned. "You let us know if you need anything, Doc." Medic's grin was unsettling. "I just need ten minutes alone vith the Schweinehund..." ************ Standing next to Heavy, Medic bit down on his lip as Solder began his instruction, already planning his attack. Heavy and Soldier would lead Medic to the old supply shed by the first capture point, and appear to abandon Medic, leaving him to the BLU Soldier's mercy. Spy would already be waiting with a fast-acting drug, and, when the BLU thought he had Medic, Spy would strike. Leaving Medic alone with his tormentor. "I'll make sure you're left alone with 'im, but I c'n only really keep them at bay for about fifteen minutes." Sniper grinned. "Whatever you're gonna do, make sure you do it quick." Medic nodded. "Surgery is so much quicker if you're not trying to be...precise." He grinned. "Yo, they're comin'!" Scout's voice came from the small radio, and he sounded urgent. "Guys, they're almost at the first point!" "GO!" Soldier shouted, and the team ran, picking up their weapons from where they had been set against the wall. Medic shouldered the medigun's backpack awkwardly, and followed Heavy and Soldier, healing them alternately. They ran together, and Heavy nodded at Medic, head tilting towards the empty shed. "Wait on upper floor, Doktor." Medic nodded, his heart thumping in his throat. He strode into the old supply shed, and stretched his fingers slightly, gripping the medigun handle firmly. "Getting bored of their phoney friendship bullshit yet?" Medic turned suddenly, and stepped back away from the BLU Soldier. "What's wrong?" Medic's back hit the wall, and he fought back as the BLU easily overpowered him, hands pinned together against the hard wood. "Last chance. Give up and come back to BLU, and I'll go easy on your punishment." "I vill never come back to you!" Medic spat. BLU's eyes widened, and he slammed Medic against the wall bodily, his mouth open wide as though to swear at him. He froze, and Medic wrenched his hands loose as Soldier fell down, hitting the floorboards hard. "Are you all right?" Spy asked, tossing the used needle aside. Medic nodded, and inhaled deeply. "Do you need...?" "No. Go, zhey will need you. I will be done here in a moment." Medic coughed, and snapped the Blutsauger's barrel open, and removing a scalpel concealed in the barrel. "Be quick. It will wear off fast, Docteur. As per your instructions..." Spy's frame vanished, and Medic nodded at the thin air. "As for you....you foul, loathsome creature..." Medic slashed through the buckles of Soldier's uniform, taking care to unclip a grenade first. "I'm going to make you vish you'd never touched me." He sliced swiftly through the Soldier's skin, following the linea alba neatly, his mouth pressing into a grim smile of concentration as the muscles parted smoothly. Holding the grenade, Medic thrust his hand as deep as he could, before letting go of the small explosive, and pulling his hand free. "Enjoy your fucking Respawn." Medic hissed, and stalked towards the exit. "Don't...you turn your back on me..." Soldier snarled. He was sitting up, hand clenching his stomach muscles together. "You fucking Kraut..." He wheezed, blood spilling out over his lips. Medic turned around, hefting his Blutsauger up. He drew closer, and Soldier grinned. "You always come back for more..." Resting the barrel of the needlegun against Soldier's lower jaw, Medic smiled. "I'll always be back for revenge." He whispered, and eased his finger onto the trigger, firing a needle directly into his jaw. Soldier howled in pain, kicking Medic back away from him. He wrenched the needle free, and threw it down. "Looks like you just crossed the line, Sally." Medic grimaced as he hit the wall, and raised his Blutsauger again. "You'd better zhink about zhis. I'm a fucking surgeon at this range..." Soldier grinned. "You don't have the balls." Medic pointed the gun down, and pulled the trigger. Soldier howled again, and swore as Medic pointed the gun back under his chin. "Don't tell me vhat I can and can't do. Because I zhink I know a little better zhan you..." "Go ahead, you Nazi shit-" Soldier groaned in pain, clutching his stomach tightly. "Fuck..." Medic stepped back, and sighed. "A shame you vere not in zhe actual var. You would have been an excellent member of zhe Schutzstaffel." He plunged his hand back inside Soldier's open wound, and smirked. "Enjoy a taste of zhe hell you put me zhrough." He jerked his hand, and pulled free, stalking out. "You get back here, you Nazi fucker!" Soldier shouted, bloody spittle flying from his lips. "Get your ass back here before I-" Medic tossed something carelessly over his shoulder, and there was a loud, clattering noise. Soldier's eyes fell on the grenade's safety pin, before he hastily tried to fish the live grenade free from his stomach.
The entire supply shed had gone up in flames. Medic had paused by the capture point, waiting patiently. Heavy was reloading Sasha carefully, and, as he hefted his gun back up, the explosion had ripped through the small building, shaking cobwebs loose. Demoman looked a bit guilty, but had carried on throwing his own explosives as Engineer maintained his nearby sentry, satisfied the BLUs weren't taking the luxurious manor from them. Turning on his heel, Medic slipped his fingers free of his Vitasaw and Blutsauger, letting them clatter to the floor. Heavy blinked as Medic stepped towards him. "Doktor...are you all right?" Medic's hands knotted into Heavy's flak jacket, and he pulled him down, inhaling. "I feel better than I have for a long time..." He breathed, and pressed his mouth against Heavy's. Heavy stepped back, away from Medic, who looked startled. "Maybe...maybe we go inside?" Heavy breathed, and Medic nodded, stalking towards their shared room eagerly. As he reached for the door, a hand grabbed at the suspenders on his back and pulled him away, causing Medic to yelp as he was pinned firmly to the opposite wall. He forced down the hot flash of panic as he remembered he was with Heavy, who leaned down, grinning. "So eager, Doktor. You know what I am going to do to you?" Medic couldn't fight back the grin. "I zhink I can hazard a guess." He murmured, and reached out, his fingertips brushing over Heavy's lips. "I vant you...Heavy. If you will have me." Heavy's eyes locked onto his, and Medic found himself unable to tear his gaze away, even when Heavy licked his index finger. He began to shake as Heavy's mouth worked over his digits eagerly, and bit back a groan as Heavy's teeth nipped at the tip of the glove on his middle finger, slowly freeing Medic's hands. "Vhat the hell is wrong with me?" Medic breathed. "Heavy..." Choosing not to say anything, Heavy wrapped a hand around Medic's waist, and pulled him into a breathy kiss. As he did, Heavy stepped backwards, and opened the door behind him, pulling Medic along with him before slamming the door shut, and Medic into the shut door. Medic ran his hands over Heavy's broad chest anxiously, as though he couldn't believe how real everything was. "If this is a dream...I don't vant to wake up." Heavy chuckled. "Is definetly real, Doktor." He tugged gently on Medic's coat, and Medic's hands began to tear shakily at the buttons, trying to unfasten them. "Calm down. Is not a race." Heavy's hand covered his, and their eyes met. "I am not going anywhere, Doktor." Medic's hands fell to hang by his side as Heavy carefully finished unbuttoning his coat. "Come. Let's get more comfortable." Heavy led Medic towards the bed, throwing the covers back hastily. "Sit down." Heavy ordered firmly. Medic sat anxiously, watching as Heavy carefully removed his bandolier, flak vest and shirt. Licking his lips nervously, Medic reached down to unfasten his laces, blinking when Heavy's hand covered his own. Loosening Medic's laces, Heavy carefully eased the first boot off his foot, the white sock following, and dug a thumb into the arch of Medic's foot. A loud gasp came from Medic, and he doubled over, his hands wrapping around his stomach. "H-Heavy..." Satisfied that Medic wouldn't be protesting, Heavy continued to press his thumb in a firm circle with his right hand while loosening Medic's other boot with his left hand. Medic raised his head enough to stare at Heavy, who grinned, and ran both hands up along the back of Medic's right leg, massaging the muscles carefully. "Lay down, Doktor. Let me take care of you." Nodding numbly, Medic managed to unfold and stretch out over the white sheets as Heavy's hands kneaded and pressed against tired muscles and tense limbs, pausing at Medic's waist to unfasten his belt and pants, and again up his chest, unfastening the crisp, white shirt. He smoothed the shirt apart, hands gliding over Medic's chest, before his mouth pressed to the straining chest, and wrapping his arms around Medic's waist, lifting him bodily from the bed. Medic's arms wrapped shakily around Heavy's head, eyes closing as the warm tongue left cold trails on his chest, occasionally nipping and biting. Heavy sighed, his breath warm against Medic's skin, as he held the trembling man close. "H-Heavy...please..." Medic's hands slid shakily over Heavy's head and shoulders, and leaned back. "I...I want..." Heavy smirked, and pushed a kiss against Medic's chin. "What do you want, Doktor? Tell me." "You..." Medic whimpered quietly. Heavy grinned, and carefully released Medic, grinning as he tried to maintain his grip on Heavy. "I will only be moment." Medic watched as he carefully went through his pants (when had he lost them? Medic hadn't noticed) and returned, leaning over Medic for a long kiss, reaching down to trace his stomach. Medic chuckled, hands resting lightly on Heavy's shoulders as the fingers trailing over his stomach slid under the waistband on his pants. "Heavy..." Biting his lip, Medic reached down, past Heavy's hand, lifting his hips enough to push the waistbands down. Heavy grinned, and leaned down, gently pressing against Medic. "I think you will like this." Medic watched nervously as Heavy straightened up slightly, and opened a bottle. "Lotion?" Heavy shook his head. "Is massage oil, Doktor." He rumbled, and slid his hands together, thorougly coating them in the slick substance. Medic exhaled slowly, and Heavy grinned, reaching down. Medic gasped aloud as fingers pressed hard into his sides, and Heavy traced a firm line down and around Medic's side to the small of his back, pressing his thumbs around in circles, grinning as Medic's eyes widened and he bucked up. "What is this?" Heavy asked teasingly. Medic's eyes closed, and he groaned as Heavy's fingers moved higher. A soft moan escaped his throat, and Heavy surreptisiously moved one hand between their bodies, his other hand massaging the back of Medic's neck carefully. "Doktor's weak point is neck?" He asked. Medic managed to nod hastily as Heavy slid oil slicked fingers over their cocks, squeezing just enough to make Medic's breath hitch. Alternating the squeezes, Heavy leaned down, kissing the exposed throat in front of him, before squeezing the back of Medic's neck, pulling him as close as he could. "Come, Doktor. Come with me." "I...I can't..." Medic was whimpering. Heavy released the back of his neck, letting him fall back to the sheets, before running his hands up over his throat, a thumb gently massaging the underside of his chin. "Heavy..." Medic inhaled suddenly, and stiffened, back arching as he came. Heavy groaned and finished himself off with a few more swift strokes, almost collapsing on the prone Medic. "You are alright?" A sleepy "Mmm," was the only reply he got. Wiping himself and Medic down with his dirty shirt, Heavy tugged the blankets up and over their bodies, clutching Medic close.
Easing himself down into a chair at the breakfast table, Spy yawned, and ran a hand through his unruly hair, before lighting up a cigarette from the half-empty pack he'd pilfered from Sniper's pants. Blowing a stream of smoke across the room, Spy studied the kitchenette with mild disinterest. He considered getting up to make himself a cup of tea, but was saved the trouble when Sniper stalked past in nothing but his jeans, and clicked the kettle on. "You do realise you can operate this as well, Monsieur?" Sniper yawned. Spy grinned as he spotted sharp fangs, and shrugged. "Why on Earth would I touch it when I 'ave such a handsome rogue to do it for me?" He beckoned Sniper over, and handed him the lit cigarette, removing another from the pack for himself. Sniper grumbled, but slid an arm across Spy's shoulders. Spy grinned, and hugged Sniper closer, his lips pressing against his side. "You carry on with that sweet talkin'. Think I like it." Sniper leaned down, the tip of the cigarettes touching. Spy sucked on his, willing it to light. Sniper chuckled gently, and pulled back, opening a cupboard and setting two cups on the side. "I don't suppose you 'eard anything last night, cherie?" Spy asked. Sniper turned around, removing his cigarette. "You mean aside from all the French swearin' and cussing?" He grinned. "'Arder....'arder...Sniper!" He mocked. "Oh yeah. What's that thing you said last night? Fair la...bet..." Spy snortlaughed, and covered his mouth. "Did I say that? Oops." Sniper turned back around to stir the tea he was making. "Spy, you know I ain't quite up with all my French euphemisms. What did you say?" Fighting back a giggle, Spy pressed a hand to his mouth. "Faire la bête à deux dos..." He took the cup set in front of him, and cleared his throat. "It means...to become the beast with two backs, cherie." Spy sipped at his tea carefully, grinning. "So you didn't 'ear anything last night?" Sniper sat down, and chuckled. "If it weren't you, I didn't hear anything. Why?" Spy smirked. "I zhink our Medic and 'Eavy have enjoyed each other in a most intimate manner last night." Sniper, about to sip his tea, lowered the cup. "Oh really?" Spy smirked. "Really. Medic is quite vocal when he gets going." He sat up a little straighter. "Well, 'ere's someone who can tell us." Heavy lumbered across to the fridge. "Good morning, Sniper, Spy." "Morning. How is the Docteur today?" Spy grinned eagerly, crossing his arms. "Sleep well?" "Slept like baby." Heavy pointed at the kettle. "Just boiled?" "Yep." Sniper grinned. "So, did you totally wreck him or did you worship him?" Heavy tilted his hand slightly. "Little from column A, little from column B." He grinned. "Mostly column B." Scout rounded the corner and rolled his eyes. "Dude, Heavy! Get a shirt on!" Heavy laughed, and patted Scout on his head. "Sorry, little man. Doktor is wearing shirt. Is very tired and worn out." He chuckled, and retrieved a sandwich, slicing it perfectly into two triangular halves. "Probably see you at dinner, later." Spy grinned, and blew a smoke ring out at Heavy. "Give 'im our regards, oui?" Heavy nodded, and gathered the two cups and the plate. Spy turned to Sniper, and leaned his head against his shoulder. "Shall we go back to the beastmaking?" Sniper lowered his cup, and smirked. "What round are we on? Five? Six?" Spy tried to mentally count, but everything had become hazy at some point last night. "Je ne-" He stopped himself. "I don't recall. We'll 'ave to start all over again!" "Oh, what a shame." Sniper swallowed the last of his tea. "Grab something to eat and come on. If you're good, I'll fuck you in the front of the camper." Spy's eyes lit up. "Ooh. Really?" Scout groaned. "What's with all the gay today?" He muttered, flinging boxes out of the cupboard. "Everyone get laid last night?" "Aw, someone sounds put out. Demoman too busy concocting his bombs to fuck you?" Scout raised a finger, and Spy chuckled. "Maybe tonight!" He poked a finger into Sniper's side. "Are we going?" "Yeah, yeah. Come on then, if you really want it that bad, sweetheart."
Striding through the kitchen, Soldier glanced over at Medic, who was sat at the table alone. "You alright there? You look a bit tired." Medic nodded, blinking. "I've been...ah...busy." Soldier hummed, and bent to scoop a beer out of the fridge. "Don't suppose you've thought about what to do about the BLU Sniper yet?" He offered Medic a bottle. Taking it, Medic shrugged. "I...I don't know." He studied his beer, before turning to Soldier. "What would you do?" Soldier lowered the bottle, and rubbed at his chin. "Hn...Depends on what you want from your encounter." Medic stared silently at the worn table, and his jaw tightened. "I vant an explaination. And for him to suffer." "Explaination, eh? Thought about capturing the bastard?" Medic looked up. "I can do that?" "Rules of war, we can kidnap for forty eight hours, anything done in that time is completely within contract. After that, it's kill or release." Soldier smirked. "Skipped over the finer details of kidnapping, eh?" Medic laughed. "I guess I did. Vait, how do you know about zhose rules?" Soldier waved a hand. "Ah, we had to look 'em up when we caught Spy, just before he defected." "Vas?" "Mhm. But he defected without even being persuaded." Soldier took a long drink from his bottle, and patted Medic on the back. "Go talk to him and Sniper, I'm sure they can help you kidnap the bastard." Medic nodded, and stood up. "I think I will. Vhere are Sniper and Spy?" Soldier frowned. "I think they're in his camper. You want company, doc?" Medic shook his head, and went to the fridge, retrieving two more beers. "I'll be alright." He hesitated. "Thank you zhough, Soldier." Soldier tilted his bottle in a salute. "You're welcome, Cupcake." He stood as well. "I'm gonna head off, if you don't need me." Medic gathered up the bottles, and wandered through the base, hoping he remembered where Sniper's camper van was parked. He spotted it, and knocked on the door, praying he wasn't interrupting anything. The door opened, and Sniper blinked out at him. "Hey Doc. You all right?" Medic held up a bottle. "I zhought we could share a drink...And...I vanted to talk." Sniper stepped aside. "Sure, c'mon in. Oi, move your lazy ass over." Medic stepped into the van, and noticed Spy, sprawled out over the couch. "Ah! Medic, how can we help you tonight?" Handing one of the beers over to Sniper, Medic sat down uncertainly, and offered one to Spy, which he took with a grimace, but held it out for Sniper to pop open all the same. "Soldier told me you...defected." Spy looked quite thrilled. "I was wondering when someone would slip up!" "Nein...he...I vant to capture zhe BLU Sniper. I want an explaination. And for him to suffer." Sniper looked a little worried. "He's one of the one who..." Medic nodded. "He raped me, yes." He cleared his throat. "But...Soldier told me about the rules of taking a prisoner of war..." "And opened 'is fat trap about taking me prisoner..." Spy nodded. "I suppose...'e's not wrong. They took me prisoner. For an 'our. Then I defected." "Vhat happened?" "The bloody idiot stood starin' at me back for a good hour, that's what happened." Sniper smirked, and took a long swig from his bottle. "We wanted to know why he didn't just stab me and get it over with." Medic frowned. "You...didn't stab him?" Spy laughed. "You make it sound like that's the whole story! Tell zhe whole thing, or let me." Sniper held his hand out, and moved to sit, crosslegged, on the floor in front of Spy and Medic. Spy hummed. "It...it started, like any good tale of love and passion, with a rivalry." He pointed at Sniper. "Our classes are always at odds with one another. I was angry when 'e managed to kill me six times in quick succession. I planned on 'eading straight to 'is little nest and backstabbing 'im into next week." Sniper grinned. "I was concentratin' so hard, I didn't notice him come in behind me." "And zhen...?" "The rugged bushman spoke." Spy grinned. "And it shot right through me, I couldn't move. In that instant...I wanted 'im to dominate me completely. My mind was racing with all of the wonderfully pleasurable things I could do with a man who growled like that." "And I carried on workin'. Completely oblivious to the horny Frenchman tryin' not to cum in his pants right behind me." Sniper chuckled, and took another long gulp of beer. "Till the match ended, and I saw him stood there like a pillock." "You just stood there?" Spy laughed. "Well, I was fortunate 'e was in a good mood. Decided to take me back to zhe base for questioning, torture..." Spy shrugged. "I went willingly. Zhey asked me about my team, and claimed their Spy had gone MIA. They wanted me, so I said yes." "You didn't mind leaving zhe BLUs?" "Zhe Soldier shot me in the face with 'is shotgun. Why on Earth would I stay with that salop?" Spy asked. Medic grinned, he'd not been with the company until after that incident, and the previous Medic had left in a huff. He remembered passing the ranting man in the corridor, swearing in German about how he was getting too old for this stupid game. "So...you two got together?" Medic pointed between them, and Sniper snorted. "Nah. He turned into a terrible little tormentor, and started nicking off with all sorts of crap. My crap." "You...vas?" Spy giggled. "Imagine zhat, Docteur! A man of mystery, known for 'is prowess with women and men of the world...completely stumped on 'ow to court 'im." He jerked a thumb at Sniper, who laughed. "I did what any boy with a crush would do. I stole things, bullied 'im..." Spy shrugged. "It worked. I got 'is attention, and 'e cornered me. Demanded to know what I wanted from 'im." Sniper nodded. "I probably shouldn't have pushed him up against the wall, but it made things easier." "You started..." Medic had to mentally check his English, to make sure he was using the right phrase. "Making out?" Sniper glanced over at Spy, who giggled again. "It certainly started with ''making out''." "I...er...fucked him up against said wall. Ended up carrying him back to his room." Sniper tilted his bottle up, and grimaced. It was empty. "It was fun. Certainly broke the ice." Spy sighed. "You no doubt 'eard zhe BLU Soldier's rants about me being a turncoat." Medic nodded. "It was like zhat on RED for a while. Until Soldier found us...ah...engaged. I zhink it's the proudest I've ever seen 'im." "Speak for yourself." Sniper stood up, and hummed, studying the cupboards. "I don't need Solly salutin' me while I'm havin' sex." He threw his empty bottle into a bin, and took Spy's empty bottle as well. "Where'd that bottle go?" "Hm? Oh, it's in zhe cupboard with the glasses. Docteur, would you care for some absinthe?" Medic hesitated. He'd barely touched his own beer, and wasn't much of a drinker. Spotting the look on Medic's face, Sniper set a glass down in front of him. "S'alright. I'll make sure Spy doesn't get you too drunk." Medic nodded, and ran a finger over the delicate glass. "Vhy does it bulge...here?" Spy glanced over at him. "Zhat's a reservoir. You dilute absinthe...that's the amount of zhe spirit you use." He took Medic's glass, and Sniper uncorked a bottle. Spy took it from him, and poured the vibrant, green liquid into the glass until it filled the small pool at the bottom. Spy carefully balanced something metallic over the lip of the glass. It was a straight-razor blade, with small slots through the metal. Sniper grinned. "Aw, don't look so scared, Doc. They're blunt blades. You're supposed to use slotted spoons...but these are easier to replace. Easier to make, too." Medic picked up a second blade. Instead of simple slots, it had Spy's class emblem cut out of the metal, with a Fleur-de-lis cut out further down. "You are from Quebec?" He asked, tilting the blade towards Spy. He smirked "Non...I'm from France." Spy carefully balanced a sugar cube atop the slotted blade. "Sniper asked me what I wanted on that one. I asked for zhe fleur." He pulled his fingers away, and grinned. "Docteur..." Watching him pour water out over the sugar cube, Medic smiled as the concotion turned a cloudy green. "Stir zhe sugar in, and enjoy." As Spy began preparing a second drink for Sniper, Medic stirred the sugar in, and picked the glass up. He quickly downed the contents, and pressed the back of his hand against his mouth to stop himself coughing too much. "I zhink..." He choked, and set the glass back down. "I zhink I need to get as drunk as possible, vithout being ill." Spy laughed, and patted him on the back as Sniper began his own drink. "Incroyable...'e's been with us less than an 'our and I'm turning 'im into a drunkard." He laughed. "Protect me from 'Eavy and I'll get you tipsy, Docteur."
Blinking at the ceiling of Sniper's camper, Medic wondered what time it was. He'd slipped to the floor and almost fallen asleep. A soft groan came from the couch behind him, and Medic turned to study Sniper and Spy. They were sprawled out, Spy pinned down and writhing underneath Sniper. Biting his lip, Medic wondered if he could leave silently without disturbing the pair. Judging by the noises Spy was making, it wouldn't be long before the few clothes they were wearing would be on the floor. The camper rocked violently as something hammered on the door. Sniper and Spy shot upright and Medic blinked. Spy chuckled, and pulled Sniper back down. "Sniper! Spy!" Sniper grumbled and went to wrench the door open. Heavy was frowning. "We are under attack. Is Doktor...?" He spotted Medic, who grinned and tried to stand up, only to fall past Sniper, and into Heavy's arms. "What have you done?" "Er...we were drinking..." Sniper scrubbed the back of his head. "Spook, mask on. We're under attack." "Nooooo!" Spy whined as Sniper retrieved his balaclava, and tried to jam it on his head. "I want..." He hiccuped, and Sniper managed to pull it on, hair sticking out underneath the mask. "Aw..." "We're gonna go capture the BLU Sniper, remember?" Sniper shrugged on his quiver, and pulled his Huntsman down from above the doors. Spy grumbled, and pulled his tie off, tossing it with the rest of his discarded clothes. "...Where's my gloves?" Medic, meanwhile, was clinging to Heavy, and giggling. "Spy...Spy is more drunk zhan I am..." He pointed at the camper, and whined when Heavy began tugging him towards the respawn room to collect his equipment. "Come, Doktor." Medic followed obediently, and picked up his medigun, standing behind Heavy. He swayed on his spot, before something nudged his shoulder. "Doc? You might need that too." Scout pointed at the medipack, laying on the floor. Medic laughed. "Ja, ja. I might need it." He stood the nozzle on the floor, and slowly shrugged the backpack on. Scout smirked. "How many did you have, man?" "Lots!" Medic laughed, and tried not to fall over his gun. "Lots and lots of absinthe..." Scout whistled. "Frenchie trashed as well then?" He asked, checking his pistol's magazine. "Oh, he's trashed all right." Sniper appeared, holding Spy up by his waist. "Bloody idiots caned half a fucking bottle of the green fairy to themselves." Engineer raised an eyebrow at Spy's state. "He gonna be all right?" "Oui, oui, I'll be allright, I'm fine!" Spy swayed, and straightened up. "We 'ave a large, stupid, Australian to catch." He vanished, and Sniper shrugged, adjusting his bow. Medic stared at Heavy's back as he watched the man prepare his gun, biting his lip slightly as he admired the muscles working under the too tight shirt and vest, bunching and stretching as he moved. "Medic!" He blinked. When had everyone moved? Racing to catch up with Heavy, Medic swallowed, and tried to concentrate. Heal Soldier so he can rocket jump, Demoman on your left, overheal him, focus on Scout for a moment until he's out of range...Sniper running alongside Heavy, Spy is gone, don't worry about him...Pyro standing there, charge almost ready... Medic burped, and shook his head, trying not to focus on the nausea building in his stomach. He turned the medigun on Heavy, the Ubercharge crackling into life. Sparks swarmed around the barrel, and Heavy shifted his stance, minigun spinning into life. The sirens wailed. Medic hiccupped and accidentally hit his Ubercharge, deploying it. Heavy roared as the BLUs ran out, and started firing, growling as they retreated back into their respawn room. "This will not work!" He shouted back at Medic. "Fall back to first point!" Stepping back away from Heavy, Medic collided with something solid, and a sharp pain blossomed in the small of his back. A hand slipped over his mouth, stifling the scream. "Bonne nuit...Docteur..." The sharpness spiked again, and Medic was thrown back, away from Heavy. He slumped against an abandoned tractor, and lifted a hand, desperate to warn Heavy of the imposter at his back. Something blue skittered over his vision, and Medic managed to look up, gasping as he recognised the crouched man hiding behind boxes as the blue lasersight glared over his eyes. He shook his head, and the shot rang out. Stumbling back, Medic groaned as he respawned in his full uniform, stomach churning unpleasantly. He reached for the shuttered door, starting when victory was announced for the REDs. Heavy appeared next to him, and looked furious. Medic reached out, and Heavy whirled around to face him. "You." Medic swallowed as a thick finger jabbed towards him. "You turn into drunken slob, unable to heal properly, not focus...can't even warn about Spy!" Heavy turned around, and wrenched the door to the manor open. "Stupid Medic." Left alone in the respawn room, Medic slid down against the wall, arms wrapping around his stomach as his heart wrenched painfully. He scrubbed at his eyes, and drew his knees against his chest, hugging them. "That was a bit harsh. You okay?" Medic glanced at Scout, who crouched down next to him, pulling a face. "Man, you're lookin' green. Wait here, I'll get you somethin' that'll perk you up." The shutter opened up again, and Spy stepped inside, grinning. "'Allo, Docteur! I 'ave a gift for you!" Medic stood up cautiously, his head hanging. "Not now, Spy..." He grimaced as Spy threw an arm around him. "Your present is in zhe old church. Sniper is guarding it for you!" Spy stumbled away, laughing. "Send 'im to 'is camper when you're done!" His voice dropped. "We still 'ave unfinished business, after all. Au revoir!" Medic sighed through his nose, and loosened the straps of the heavy backpack, setting it down carefully. He picked up his Vitasaw and his Crossbow, and set off for the church, ignoring the sickening feeling in his gut.
Be warned, mild torture in this chapter! Slipping past the large, iron gates that seperated the graveyard from the manor grounds, Medic glanced up at Sniper, who was sharpening his shiv. "Hey. Bugger's inside, tied up." He kicked a box, and grinned. "Got your kit here, Doc." Medic nodded, and hesitated. "Sniper?" "Yeah?" "Don't let me kill him." Sliding through the small opening, Medic studied the BLU Sniper. RED Sniper had seen fit to use one of the large, high-backed chairs that littered the mansion, securing him with duct tape. Medic stalked around the chair, scowling. BLU Sniper was still out cold. Medic sighed, and sat down on one of the pews, running a hand through his hair. He stared blankly at the man for what felt like eternity. "You all right?" Medic started, and turned to look up at RED Sniper, who moved to sit down. "You don't know what you want to do to 'im, do you?" Medic tore his gaze away to stare at the BLU. "He put me through so much hell. I vas so afraid of him I stopped eating for a time, because it meant valking past him." He hesitated, and sagged. "Heavy called me stupid." "Eh?" "I got stabbed and shot. I tried to varn him but..." Medic shrugged. "...Vhy does it hurt so much, Sniper?" Sniper stood up, and carefully removed his hat and glasses. "Hold those, and don't say anything." "Vhat are you do-" Medic bit down on his tongue hard as Sniper backhanded his counterpart hard. The BLU spluttered, and Sniper dug his bootheel hard into his shin. "Wake up, you lousy fuck." Coughing, the BLU Sniper raised his head to smirk at Medic. "S'up? Couldn't go through with it, you stupid little bitch." Biting his tongue harder, Medic frowned as Sniper reached down, and closed a hand firmly around the BLU's throat. "Now, I don't remember saying you get to talk here." His voice was low and dangerous. "You're a filthy rapist. You're not even worth the dirt on your gun." Medic carefully placed Sniper's hat and glasses on the pew, and rummaged around in the kit. There was a full magazine of needles for the standard needle gun. He shrugged his coat off, draping it over the pew. He carefully removed two needles from the magazine, and approached the two Snipers, making sure that his footsteps echoed. "You talk vhen I tell you to. I vant to know why." "Why what, you backstabbing coward?" Medic knelt down, and adjusted his glasses so he could see properly, before slowly sliding one of the needles underneath the nail on the BLU's trigger finger. "Fuck! Fuck, get it out! Oh, you sick-" Forcing the middle finger straight as well, Medic slid the second needle into place, flicking the needle's tip when it sat, hanging from BLU's hand like a grotesque nail extension. "You fingerfucked me under zhe pretence of preparation. I can only hope zhe pain you feel is somezhing like zhe pain of being betrayed so intimately, by someone I zhought might help me." RED Sniper had backed away, arms crossed as he watched. Medic glared up at the BLU Sniper's face, before clucking his tongue. "Stubborn bushman." He pointed at the kit. "Hand me more needles." The BLU screamed and yelled as Medic carefully fed more needles under each nail and down into his fingers. He stood up, and inspected the kit, frowning. "You can't zhink of a good reason for your attacks on me because zhey were uncalled for." He held out his hand, and RED Sniper handed over a small pistol. "I vill be back tomorrow, and you vill tell me vhy." RED Sniper smirked, and stood on BLU's foot, making him yell aloud. As his mouth opened, a ball-gag was stuffed between his lips, and secured. "Before I go...do you know vhat it's like to be terrified of a man whose sanity is questionable?" Medic knelt down, and positioned the pistol over the BLU's right foot. He grinned, and squeezed the trigger carefully. The noisy discharge was drowned out quickly by the muffled screams. Standing back up, Medic carefully tidied his kit away, and followed RED Sniper out of the small chapel, closing the heavy doors on the shrieks. Leaning against the door, Medic sank against the wood, his eyes closing. "You okay, Doc?" "I...I zhink I vant to be alone for a vhile." Medic stepped away from Sniper, who nodded, and patted his shoulder. "Well, if you want to chat, I'm either up in the nest or in my van." Sniper pointed at the medikit that was slipping from his hands. "Want a hand back to your infirmary with that?" The infirmary was a small room off the side of the library, where Medic was keeping his cache of supplies. He started shaking his head, until the hefty box slipped from his fingers, narrowly missing his foot. "....Okay." Sniper chuckled and hefted it up, following Medic through the mansion. He could hear Spy shouting at someone, and rolled his eyes. "I'm gonna have to go calm him down, wonder what he's so riled about." Medic blinked, and opened the door to his makeshift infirmary. "He gets mad often?" "Only when he's pissed and insistent about something." Sniper frowned. "Where do you want this?" "Oh...um..." Medic pointed at a small desk. "Place it zhere and I vill sort it out." Sniper set the large box down, and watched Medic's back. He sighed slightly, and dug into his jeans pockets, pulling out a hankerchief. Medic took it, and pressed it against his eyes. Smiling to himself, Sniper rubbed a soothing circle on his back. "If you'll excuse me, Doc, I gotta get that spook under control."
Stalking into the main hall, Sniper rolled his eyes. Almost everyone was gathered in front of the respawn shutter, eyes on Spy and his opponent. "What the hell is going on?" He asked. Scout pointed. "Spook's layin' into the big guy. He was a big fat pussy about gettin' backstabbed and blamed the Doc." Spy looked furious. If the battle hadn't sobered him enough, the argument certainly had. He'd lost his vest and balaclava, and was moving his hand in violent jabs towards Heavy as he shouted. Heavy looked as though he would like nothing better than to punch Spy square in the jaw. "Stop. Stop talking." He growled, teeth gritted together. "Non, I will not!" Spy stepped closer to him, jabbing the air. "You might intimidate 'im, but not me, monsiuer! You're supposed to be looking after 'im, not scaring 'im!" Heavy shifted, and glanced around at the others. "I...did not scare Doktor..." "Do you even know what I am talking about!? You useless lump!" Spy stepped right up to Heavy, and jabbed him in the stomach. "You called 'im the same name the BLUs did! You turned on 'im for being backstabbed and 'eadshot!" Sniper stepped forwards. "Enough." He pressed his hands gently but firmly against either man's chest, pushing them apart. "Spy, go wait for me in the camper." Spy seemed to deflate a little. "But-" "Go." Scout and Demoman slipped away behind Spy, who kicked a door open angrily on his way out. Sniper turned his attention to Heavy. "He's not wrong, you know." Heavy groaned. "I did not know this." A large hand moved to cover his eyes. "Where is he?" Sniper shook his head. "Heavy, he wants to be left alone right now. So let him be." He patted Heavy's arm. "Look, be ready for him tomorrow with breakfast and an apology." Heavy sighed, and nodded. "Tell...tell Spy I am sorry, about shouting." He gestured vaguely, and vanished. Sniper frowned, and stalked out of the mansion, to where his camper van was parked. Spy was sat on the hood, his legs crossed as he smoked. There was a long moment of silence as he watched Spy, who was glaring at the mansion. "Why did you stop me?" "Did you wanna respawn? Cause Heavy looked ready to deck you." Sniper crossed his arms. "Look, I know you feel like you're the Doc's protector, but that doesn't mean you've gotta wind Heavy up." Spy flicked the butt of his cigarette away, and slipped down off of the hood. Sniper sighed, and opened the camper's door, holding it open for Spy, who slipped inside with a huff. Spy slumped over their small, shared bed, and covered his face lazily. "What a day zhis 'as been." Humming in agreement, Sniper tossed his akubra onto its waiting hook, Sniper removed his glasses, and placed them carefully onto the brim of his hat, before carefully removing his quiver, setting it down in a hidden corner behind the driver's seat. "Aw, fuck. I need to make some new arrows." "No you don't!" Spy was pointing at the ceiling, and fighting what looked like a yawn. "Zhere's some in your locker." Sniper smiled, and patted Spy's leg. "Sleep, Spook." "I'm not..." He finally yawned, and Sniper laughed. "...Sleepy..." "Sure you ain't." Sniper chewed on his lip. "Lend me your watch, I'm gonna go make sure Medic's okay." Spy pointed lazily at his crotch. "Come get it if you want it, bitch." Rolling his eyes, Sniper snapped the fancy watch free from Spy's wrist, and pressed the two buttons together to make himself vanish. He stepped out of the van, ignoring the soft snores that were already filling his home. Slipping back through the mansion, Sniper frowned. "Fucking Cloak and Dagger..." He groaned, standing still, watching as the timer slowly recharged. He couldn't understand why it was Spy's favourite watch. As soon as the charge was full again, Sniper resumed the trip to the makeshift infirmary, careful not to bump into Soldier's back. He didn't want to know why his was brandishing the Disciplinary Action, or why he was only in his boxers, but somewhere, Engineer was more than likely very involved. Possibly with duct-tape. Slipping through the half-open door, Sniper frowned. Medic was slowly and methodically cleaning the bloodied case, staring off into space, his expression blank. Pressing the two buttons, Sniper let the cloak drop. "Doc, go get some sleep." Medic seemed to wake, starting violently. "Oh...I didn't hear you come in." He set down the cloth and swallowed thickly. "Vhat can I do for you?" Sniper frowned at him. "It's almost two. I came to make sure you've got a bed and you're sleeping in it." Medic glanced around, and shook his head. "I've got too much work to-" He sagged. "I'm sorry." He waved a hand vaguely at the almost clean case. "I used to use vork as an excuse." Medic pressed a hand against his forehead. "I...maybe I should sleep." Sniper gently but firmly pulled him away from the countertops. "Come on, there's a room through here with a nice comfy couch, you can use that for tonight." Medic hummed quietly. "I suppose I'll be all right here." Sniper nodded, and raided a circular pillow from a nearby chair, setting it against the armrest. "Well, I'll make sure something is sent to you for breakfast, okay? Tomorrow should be a ceasefire until night." Medic nodded, and unfolded the blanket from the back of the couch. "...Good night, Sniper." "Night Doc." Sniper carefully pulled the door closed, praying that the morning would come quickly.
Major torture in this chapter. Opening his eyes, Medic groaned to himself, and readjusted himself on his back, staring at the ceiling. He closed his eyes, and tried to relax, wanting a few more moments of sleep. A sharp knock on the door made him peer out from under his blanket. "Come in..." The door opened, and Heavy stepped inside, stooping under the doorframe. "Good Morning. I hope we can talk..." He looked up, and Medic sat up, wrapping the blanket around his arms nervously. Heavy sat down with a sigh, and stared down at the floor. "I am sorry. Should not take mood out on Doktor, not when...you get stabbed. I was..." Heavy twirled a finger, searching for the correct word. "Jealous." Medic frowned. "Vhy?" "Thought you would leave me for Spy and Sniper. I like having Doktor to protect." Heavy sighed. "Makes me feel...needed. Loved." "Why vould I leave you for Spy and Sniper?" Medic's brow furrowed. Heavy sighed. "I...was worried when I did not see you. Thought you did not like me. That..." He covered his mouth. "I heard Sniper and Spy. Thought you were involved." Medic couldn't help but laugh. "I am sorry. Really? You zhought...Sniper, Spy and myself were...?" He broke out into laughter again, relaxing against the couch. "Maybe if you were zhere, I could be tempted..." He sighed. "Vhat a mess zhis is. A silly misunderstanding." Heavy cleared his throat, and carefully held out a small plate that had been hidden in his hands. He smiled. "I brought you fresh breakfast." Medic blinked over his shoulder. "We have fresh fruit?" "There is...small garden in shed. Lots of fruit and vegetables growing wild." He turned to Medic and held out the plate. "Enjoy, Doktor." Medic hesitated. There was a lot of fresh fruit on the plate, strawberries, oranges, apples, blackberries, piled up together neatly, sliced into small bites. "Would...you like to share?" He offered. Heavy's forehead pressed against Medic's, and he smiled nervously. "Doktor is not mad at me?" "No. I am not mad." Medic ran his left hand over Heavy's cheek carefully, smiling sadly. "I just wonder how I gained someone as wonderful as you..." Heavy laughed. "I am such a fool." He carefully selected a slice of an apple, and lifted it to Medic's lips. "We eat. You still have BLU to deal with." Medic grinned and bit the apple. "I have plans for him." ************ Studying the decrepit church through his scope, Sniper frowned. "Wonder why they haven't tried to fetch the little fucker back yet." He mused. Spy draped himself over Sniper's shoulder, and frowned. "I wonder if zhey're just waiting for us to kill 'im. What did Medic do?" "Shoved needles under his nails then shot him in the foot." Sniper sighed, and set his rifle to one side, scratching his chin. "Why, you wanna help torture him?" Stretching his arms out like a giant cat, Spy grinned. "Maybe. Although I believe the Docteur would want me there for threatning purposes only." "You wouldn't be thinking about all the shit you threatened to put me through back when we first met, would you?" Sniper didn't even need to turn around to know Spy was grinning. "You bloody well are!" "Please, you'd love to watch me mutilate 'im." Spy's grin faded. "And 'e'd deserve every second of 'is torture." Sniper nodded, and pointed. "Doc's down there." He cupped his hands around his mouth. "Oy! Want company?" Medic turned around to stare at them, and waved. Sniper gently elbowed Spy, and they slowly began to work their way down to him, Spy digging his balaclava out of his pocket, smoothing his hair back until he could tug his balaclava on, joining Medic. "I notice you're looking happier this morning." Sniper observed. Medic grinned, and pointed behind them at Heavy, who was carrying what looked like a small crate. "You guys made up?" "Yes. Spy...I am sorry..." Heavy managed to look sheepish. "Should not have yelled." "Yo, this pussy wagon rolling or what?" Scout was holding his baseball bat, and frowning at them. "We got a douche to deal with." Medic smiled. "I see Heavy told you." "Oh, he told us all right." Demoman was holding his golf club, and had a look of grim determination on his face. "And we're all behind you." He indicated Pyro, Engineer and Soldier, who were all holding their own weapons. "Excellent." Medic turned around, and stalked towards the small chapel, and opened the doors. The BLU Sniper was where he'd been left, needles dripping crusted blood, his foot with a hole in it. The REDs silently circled him, and Medic stepped forwards, glaring at him. "Vake up." "Piss off..." Came the weak protest. Medic shook his head, and indicated his team mates. "These charming gentlemen have all taken issue with your actions and...vell, the only way to deal vith you properly, is to let zhem deal vith you." Medic sat down on a pew, and grinned. "I'm just here to make sure you don't die." Demoman stepped forwards, swinging the golfclub down. "I wonder what you'd look like with a Glasgow Smile, you bastard." "You don't have the guts." The BLU Sniper groaned. "Wrong thing to say to a man who blew up Loch Ness." Demoman swung the golf club hard, catching the BLU Sniper's cheek. There was a unanimous cheer from the REDs as blood splattered across the floor. Medic smirked, watching as Demoman relaxed and stepped away from him, and Scout stepped forwards, swinging his bat experimentally. The BLU Sniper groaned, and spat blood out at him. "What, you're gonna deck me too?" He spat again, and Scout wiped the sticky glob from his cheek. "Y'know, you're a fucking dick." Scout frowned. "Maybe you'll enjoy this." He rested the end of his bat against the Sniper's left knee, and swung down hard. There was a horrible crunching noise, and the BLU screamed. Scout prodded his chest with the tip of the bat. "You fuck with one of us, you fuck with all of us." He stepped back, and Sniper stepped forwards, pulling an arrow from his quiver. "You know, you're a real disgrace to Australia. You ain't even got standards, you're lower than low." He flicked the tip of the arrow carefully, and forced his chin up. "You sick fucker." He slammed the arrow down through his counterpart's hand, another weak scream echoing through the church. Studying him with a frown, Medic motioned for the next person to move forwards. He was badly injured, but not yet in danger of bleeding to death. The team were attacking his extremities, nothing vital. Not yet. Engineer stalked forwards. "I ain't even gonna waste my breath." He snapped. He slowly removed his yellow glove, and exposed his Gunslinger, reaching down to clamp the fingers firmly around his right knee. He pulled the ripcord, and the hand sputtered into life, twisting violently through bone, sniew and muscle. The BLU Sniper threw his head back and shrieked, his eyes wide in terror. "I'm sorry!" He shrieked. Medic shook his head, and waved Pyro forwards. "No!" "I vanted you to stop. I screamed at you, hit you..." Medic pointed at him firmly. "You remember vhat you did vhen I was crying underneath you?" The BLU shook his head. Tears were streaming down his face, his teeth gritted together. Medic stood up, and pressed his hands against the back of BLU Sniper's arms. "I begged you to let me go. I screamed for help. And vhat did you do?" The BLU shook his head, and Medic stalked back to his seat. "You laughed at me. And zhat vas just the first time you fucked me." He snapped his fingers. "You're too late to feel remorse." Pyro had been leaning on his axe, watching eagerly. He moved to stand behind the stricken BLU, testing the handle of his axe carefully. He swung, the blade biting through flesh and tendons, amputating his left arm. The arm flopped uselessly to the floor as the Sniper screamed, his eyes wide as he tried to thrash free. Soldier scowled, and pushed forwards, his arms crossed. "I ain't just doing this for the Doc, you know. What you've done is unspeakable. Just because we're fighting doesn't mean you can take advantage of another man like that." He flicked his shovel open, positioning it above the BLU Sniper's crotch. "You deserve all of this and more." Soldier stabbed down hard, causing the Sniper to cry out again. He stared up with wet eyes as Heavy stepped forwards, cracking his knuckles. "Oh god..." Heavy held the back of the chair steady. He slammed a fist into the Sniper's stomach again and again, until blood bubbled from between his lips, landing in a wet splat on the floor. Medic stood up, and waved Heavy aside, picking up his Vita Saw as he approached. The BLU Sniper spat blood out onto the floor as Medic circled him, one hand knotting in his bloody hair, pulling his head up. Lining the needle up at the base of his skull, Medic thrust it up, holding BLU Sniper still as he convulsed violently. His twitching stopped, and Medic pulled his Vita Saw free, stepping away from the dead body as it vanished. Spy followed Medic outside, frowning. "Docteur?" Medic lifted a hand to scrub at his eyes, and Spy dug into his pocket for a hankerchief. "Are you all right?" Medic sobbed into the material, shaking his head. "But...vhy? He hurt me, why am I crying about him?" Spy wrapped a comforting arm around his shoulder. "You feel bad you did zhis to another person." He smiled, and took the hankerchief, dabbing at Medic's eyes. "You're a good person, despite what you've been zhrough." He sighed. "I zhink we need to 'ave somezhing to drink, I didn't even get a shot at zhe bastard." Medic hiccuped. "Oh. Sorry..." Spy shrugged, glancing over his shoulder. The other REDs were following, looking worried. "It's all right. I'll catch 'im during the next battle." He spun around, walking backwards, and grinned. "If you all wash up, Sniper and I may 'ave a treat for you!" He called out. Looking curious, Scout ran to catch up, frowning. "Yo, you okay Doc?" Medic nodded. "Tired. Worn out." His stomach interrupted noisily. "And hungry, it appears." A hand clamped on Medic's shoulder, and Sniper smiled. "Well, if you hang on about an hour, I'll have the barbeque up to temp, and cooking." He patted Medic's shoulder, slipping past. "Oy, Spook, go get it started while I get a shower." "But I want to go with you!" Spy whined. Medic blinked, and shook his head, smiling to himself. A large hand splayed against his back, and Heavy smiled sadly. "How do you feel?" Medic nodded, and sighed. "Like I have exacted revenge." He grinned. "I feel good."
This fic is rotting my teeth through.
I seriously have no idea what is going on in this fic, and gave up reading it in the second post. The thing that annoys me most is Medics lack of character. He's just to passive and non-caring to give a fuck about.
>>27 Sorry bout that. >>28 I wanted to make him as placid and blank as possible so that when he finally realises he's not just someone's piece of ass, it's jarring. Obviously I failed at that, and I'll have to work on it a bit better. Any crit is helpful, although I should point out I'm still new to actually writing TF2 stuff. (For an audience at least.) I'll just slink back to lurking for now.
>>29 Hey, if it's any consolation, I got it.
I feel that the beginning should have gone on for a bit longer and illustrated that there is something bad between this Medic and the rest of RED team. At first it just looks like Medic is trying to deal with typical rash teammates, but then holy shit Soldier and Sniper have been raping him what the hell? And so the first few chapters seem kinda weird that Medic isn't trying hard to escape or anything. It also makes his switch to BLU feel weird. You don't have to outright say "Medic was being raped" but some showing that something seriously wrong is happening with Medic and RED would have set the appropriate tone for the rest of the story. I want to read more. Keep writing!
>>29 Wait, what? Slink back to lurking? Noooo! I'm really enjoying this story! I want to see what happens next! Also, I totally got that Medic was being abused by his team. It took me a bit to see that it was rape, which is okay. The story kinda led into it and I was like, DAMN, NO, OH POOR MEDIC. This is turning out so well, and I am very entertained. Please share more with us?
You win the Internet in my eyes. I love the RED Team and you perfected my view on them. [Besides the obvious pairing of course.] I love the way you put the 'Meet the Spy' reference in there on why BLU Spy defected. That made me laugh out loud. This is going lovely and I wish for more, even if random. Their little group talks and other views on what the team is all doing has me hooked. Would not want to see this die anytime soon.
>>29 Noooooo! Don't lurk! Please don't! The way you have characters talk about sex... it's so sexy! and beautiful! And...! Please, write more. That one 28 anon did not know what they were missing. I mean, the torture and rape makes me curl up into a ball inside and cry, but this is brilliant! It really is! Come here for hugs you beautiful person! Sorry if I sound like a child about now, but... I just don't want to loose you...
I love EVERYTHING about this fic! The Doc's back story is interesting and his inner torture is described very well. Like "Two of Hearts" said, the RED team is simply lovely. Please keep up with your style! People don't always like same things. While some people don't enjoy your style, some people love it! I'm impatient to read more and I truly hope you won't change your style :)
Usually I really don't like the "entire team is gay" setup that a lot of fics use to just show everyone having sex all the time, but I don't know, I think it works in this fic. It seems like the members of RED have gone out of their way to recruit the shunned/abused members of BLU, and it kind of makes sense. I want to see more of this to see where it goes.
Oh, PLEASE continue this! I can't describe how much I adore RED Sniper and Spy and how they're always there to protect and defend the Medic. I wish the sex scenes were more detailed, but everything else in this fic... simply lovely! Please stay loyal to yourself and don't change your style.
Sex, violence, rape, romance... This fic has everything. Can't wait to read more!
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Could you possibly write a short story of how Spy and Sniper "broke the ice"? ;) This fic is fabulous, please continue soon!
Oh goodness. I thought this was updated. How unfortunate... Regardless, this is quite the gorgeous fic. It has so many appealing elements, and even though I'd like you to be a tad more subtle with your meanings, rather than outright blunt about them, I feel that you're doing the story proper justice. Nice writing, interesting story- please don't lurk and finish this!
No, I did not sage. I apologize for that. I wanted to lift this up again to show the author we're still waiting for this to continue. Please, don't stop here. It's been so long since you last updated and I fell in love with this fic. I'm not sure if this helps, but it's worth trying. Again, I'm sorry for not saging.
It's a great shame some people take assholes too seriously. There's nothing wrong with constructive criticism, but being a real cunt towards the author was completely unnecessary. I must admit the Medic is a little blunt, but when you think of his past, why wouldn't he? After getting raped some people prefer keeping everything for themselves. I actually like everything that's going on around him. I'm a huge fan of Sniper/Spy, so every scene including them is very enjoyable to read. If this author decides to continue, I will definitely keep reading.
I like the concept for this. It's an original, interesting idea you have, and I think it has alot of potential. The torture scenes are also truly delicious, I must applaud you there. Don't get me wrong - this is a good fic. A really good fic, even. However, I feel like there are things in it that prevent it from being a GREAT fic. The first and most obvious thing would be the excessive shipping throughout the text. Early on, it became clear as crystal this would be a HeavyXMedic fic, which is cool because they're a favorite ship of mine. Already, points have been scored with me on a purely personal level. Then SpyXSniper is introduced, which is also fine, since the two ships often sail side by side. But then it turns out to be practically the only thing either Sniper or Spy talks about, and the reader goes "You're bumming already - CAN WE PLEASE MOVE ON?" The case isn't helped much when Helmet Party is introduced, to which Medic replies "Is everyone on this team having a relationship?" which could've been taken as a lampshade(TV Tropes, look it up) if Soldier's answer hadn't been an indirect "yes". Then ScoutXDemo were made an apparent thing, and I was ready to stop reading, but I gave the fic a chance in the good faith we'd move on from all the romance and things, which you did and I'm glad for it. For the future, when you're writing something, think "would the story be any different if this ship wasn't in it? I could write an entirely separate fic for them if I ship them so much". I understand why SpyXSniper is in there, what with Heavy being jealous and such. But the line should be drawn at anything after that. I think the story would be alot more flowing if you cleaned that up a bit. Establish two relationships in the same team, max - The main couple and then another one if you really want to, or if it actually affects the plot like SpyXSniper - then move on before it gets boring. I hold high hopes for your writing - like you said, you're on the new side and this is one of your first TF2 written works. For a first try, this is actually very good, and I recommend you find yourself a BETA reader for concrit and pointers they can give you. Just remember, the two sides are still essentially the same 9 people, maybe with some subtle differences, but they're not going to be as drastically different as how they are here. RED Soldier shouldn't be nearly as relaxed and friendly as he is , and BLU Spy shouldn't be so snyde and evil. Just keep that in mind; you're essentially writing the same characters, just with different coloured shirts. Obviously, RED is much nicer here because why on earth would Medic stay if they were just as bad, so you've managed to use your artistic licence well in that respect.
This story is one of the best things I have ever read. The sparsity of actual smutty bits is a rare but welcome change, and I have absolutely fallen in love with the entire RED team (and that includes our good Doktor), and I only wish there was more, although I'm not sure I could come up with any good way to continue. This is one of the first times I've ever seen a truly good TEAM in anything from TEAM Fortress 2. Thank you so much.