1 . Name: Zayroen @ 2011-09-30 14:42

ALSO KNOWN AS! When Zay can't think of a name, we go with the first song that pops into her head.

This baby has been floating about in my brain for awhile now, demanding to be written until I went -gawd FINE- and then it decided to not at ALL be the one shot I had planned it to be. Asshole storymuse. So here it is! ALSO I am in need of a beta, if anyone is interested.
CAPTCHA: Powerful ttinglin = powerful tingling? That would be nice
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If there was one thing I disliked about being a part of this foolish war, it would be the lack of stimulating things to catch my attention. Of course the weekends belonged to the team as there was no battles but it wasn't like the company would pay to jet me back to Paris for some real weekend life. Which meant I was stuck attempting to reach whatever town was close enough to the base and relying on either the Engineer or worse, that bushman.

I could feel my lip curling at the thought of that man and took a slow draw from my cigarette, smoke curling up above my head into the cool night air. Anyone that would live in such filth and throw jars of piss in battle, was not someone I was willing to catch a ride with into town and that was without even taking into consideration his van! That...thing had it's own ecosystem.

Which of course meant that I was stuck at the base for the majority of the time. One or two bases had a hotel in the tiny town which meant heading there was a viable escape. Leave Friday, come back Sunday and it was a blissful period of quiet that was not ruined by bellows of 'maggot' or the annoying babble of a drunken Scotsman.

However nice that was, I was still left at a loss during the week. Considering how much money was sunk into their weapons and the respawn alone, one would be surprised to find his employers were rather stingy when it came to mundane things. Like a TV, or a radio. This brought me back in a loop of my thoughts, leaving me still leaving against the wall outside of the base and chain smoking.

I found it a comfortable time to be relatively alone, off to the side on a rarely used path even when the battles were going on. I meandered, practising smoke rings and wondering if it were possible to die of boredom when I heard it. A muffled sound, like someone trying to shout but unable to. Of course it peaked my interest and I inched towards it, cloaking without thought. At first I could not locate the sound and wondered if perhaps the stones and buildings had tricked him, bouncing the sound about in the cool night air but a glimmer of movement to the side drew me towards one of the many sheds, half built and mostly useless. Cautiously peering inside, I was more then a little surprised at what I saw. Had I fallen asleep somehow? Because surely this was some crazy dream, it made no sense otherwise!

A few more moments made me change my mind. Not a dream it seemed but a nightmare! I had no real love for my team, less so for some then others. Such as the Medic. While I accepted the breed was generally mental disturbed, there was something about this one that set my teeth on edge and I was seeing the truth of that wariness first hand.

Somehow, he had gotten a hold of the BLU scout. That alone made me pause with a distasteful frown. Once the battles stopped for the day, all aggression was to stop as well. This was something everyone knew so what game was the good doctor playing at here? Another experiment perhaps? Recalling my rival's head in a fridge, I slowly crept forwards. Surely not! I knew for a fact Medic had been sent a strongly worded letter after that incident, one that warned against breaking the after hours truce. The man was crazy but not stupid, no not that and here was proof he was.

My first real look at the boy had come years ago, he had been a youth then. Perhaps seventeen or so. All gangly limbs and attitude. I forget now what I had been playing at, plumber maybe or some sort of salesman. It had been back when I first started my affair with the boy's mother. Such a charming woman she was and more then happy to let me lavish attention on her. Neither of us were looking for forever, merely the delights that came with a romance. Which meant I never really had to have much contact with any of her sons. It had been a shock to find him on the field and I confess I perhaps did not take chances that I could have, telling myself that he was not as vital an opponent as say the BLU Medic. This was not to say I never took an opportunity, merely I found myself making sure there was no better target first.

That of course had no baring on the current situation, enemy or not, the boy should most definitely not be splayed on a crate, chest and parts of his stomach littered with seemed to luckily be paper thin cuts. Messy and painful but wholly for show rather then any real damage. Taking a closer look, I could see a bruise blooming at the side of the Scout's temple, perhaps how he had managed to kept still long enough to have his hands bound together behind his back. The shed itself was a mess, things knocked over and broken bits of various other things littered the floor. Creeping closer and trying to get a better look from a different angle revealed a thin line of blood trickling down from the crook of an arm. A needle then? One not taken very well by the looks of things. Whatever it was did not seem to be having much effect as the Medic was having to hold the boy down with his entire body and even then I could see him being lifted off the ground slightly with each hard twist.

I did not know what the Medic had planned, but that grin that spread across his face made my stomach twist a little in revulsion. This was the same man that kept my counterpart's head alive via a battery in a fridge for...quite some time. We were at war with BLU, murdered them over and over on a daily basis and expected no less from them and yet....I found the Medic's to be distasteful. The question was now...what did I do? I could not just walk away from the Scout....could I?