Posting this again in case anyone wants it. Maybe it'll help me get off my ass and start writing again. ----------------------------------------- I am unsure as to when, exactly, I gained my reputation, but there is no mystery as to how it happened. People are scared of those that are larger and stronger than they are, and I believe they attempt to rationalize this fear away. So they assume I am stupid, and have sacrificed intellect for brute strength. I have never had a problem with this. I tell myself every day I am grateful my teammates see me as they do. If the Engineer, for example, knew about my education, he would never leave his materials out where I could see them. I know things that none of the others know about each other. I know about their "secret" relationships, that the child cries when he thinks no one can hear him, I even know what's under the Pyro's mask. There is only one person who does not assume I am an imbecile. He is the only person who never made any assumptions, even when we first met. He had simply gone about his duties, doing whatever was asked of him or was needed, and I admired him greatly. I would have been content just being around him, he was married, after all, with a life outside of our contract. I was happy to just be around him, and it was somewhat embarrassing to admit to myself that it was because he made me feel safe. Even during my time in the SSV, I had never met someone who was so genuinely concerned with the health of his team, even if he did not always show it. It would have been enough, just to be by his side as he worked, but things began to change the evening our Demoman had, in an unprecedented show of generosity after a particularly bitter fight, decided to share his alcohol. After about two hours I excused myself, they were all getting too loud. I had not expected anyone to seek me out after that, but instead, only an hour later, there came a knock at my door. He was a mess, but he was smiling, and I could not help but laugh. He did not seem to mind, and instead, motioned for me to come closer. "You are strong. Do this." He held out his arms, one shoulder still leaning against the door frame, and I mirrored him. "Good." And he fell in my arms. I was unprepared. I took a step backwards, moving his arm over my shoulders as I did so, trying to get him to a tattered sofa in the corner. I asked him how drunk he was as he lay down onto the worn fabric, and he responded with a dismissive wave of his hand. "Ach. I am not entirely sure." He pointed at a speck of nothing somewhere above him, paused for a moment, and continued. "Nn...I am very drunk." Part of me wanted to ignore him, and just return to my book, but instead I found myself kneeling at his side as he stared, distant, at the ceiling. I wanted to know what he was thinking, and was in the middle of an attempt to phrase a question when he grabbed my arm, pulling me towards him as he shut his eyes. "You are going to make my job so hard." I sat down awkwardly beside him, but he refused to let go of my arm. Minutes passed, and I began to wonder if he had simply lost consciousness, until I heard him whispering in German. Little words, phrases I did not understand but where, apparently, meant for me. I only remember one of them, because it was the one sentence I understood. "Stirb nicht vor mir." It caught me off guard, but I found myself smiling nonetheless, and stayed by his side until he fell asleep. Я буду ÑтаратьÑÑ, Доктор.
translation please :) cute story
Medic said: Do not die before me. Heavy said: I'll try, Doctor.
Aww. Cute.
"Ach. I am not entirely sure." He pointed at a speck of nothing somewhere above him, paused for a moment, and continued. "Nn...I am very drunk." Best mental image ever.
"Stirb nicht vor mir." And now I have said Rammstein song in my head. Which, incidentally, makes this a hundred times sweeter. I'm glad you reposted this, it's wonderful. I'd love to see more.
Um... Hi. Me again. I ended up writing something else. You can have it. ----------------------------------------- It began with a mention of her name at breakfast. The mere utterance of two syllables by a teammate had been enough to throw him off for half the day, and when we came back to base that evening, we were were both completely exhausted. That made him perfect prey, and I was actually quite impressed by how well he was able to hold back when the initial insults began to fly from the mouth of the drunk across the table. The Doctor simply continued to pick at his food, stopping only momentarily to state: "You are just trying to provoke me." Demoman stood up, pushing out his chair from behind him, and slammed both palms onto the table. Medic refused to make eye contact as his personal space was invaded. "Amurny! I know why you never call her. I know you took HER name, AND..." At that last accusation, the Doctor's face had paled, and this in turn seemed to give the drunk a renewed sense of importance. He grinned, savoring the fact that he was finally getting a reaction. "And I know it's because the only reason the two of you even got married in the first place was because you were trying t' hide the fact the rest of yer family were-" The Scotsman never had the opportunity to finish his sentence; Before any of us even had a chance to react, his target had flown across the table and knocked our teammate to the ground with an agility and ferocity I would not have thought possible, given our collective state of exhaustion. It took only a few moments for me to reach the two of them. I found no difficulty in pulling them apart, and proceeded to throw the doctor over my shoulder in an attempt to distance the two of them from each other. I pushed the kitchen door open with my foot, both hands were occupied in keeping the doctor from escaping, and let it slam shut behind me. The others could deal with the drunk and each other, I had different priorities. I had no idea what I should have been doing, so I just began walking to the medical bay which, I assumed, would at least be far enough away from the others that he could allow himself to calm down. I did not have far to go, however, as my friend stopped squirming as soon as we could no longer hear the others. His body suddenly limp, he sighed and asked me to put him down. He said it was undignified. He sounded exhausted, and sad. I was happy to comply, if only because it would give me a chance to see his face, but I turned a corner just to be safe, to allow us both a bit of privacy, should anyone decide to head down that particular hallway. He seemed lighter as I lifted his body off my shoulder. I placed him down as gently as I could, but that did not stop him from falling back onto the wall behind him. He held his head with one hand so I could not see his eyes. It bothered me. And there we stood. I was afraid to touch him, to even put a hand on his shoulder. After what seemed like hours of silence, I tried to comfort him by telling him that everyone knew the other man was a drunk and that no one would even remember the incident after that night, but he just shook his head. "Even so," he mumbled, dropping the glove from his face. The were tired, red and wet by the tears men do not shed. He was ashamed of his behavior, he had lost face in front of everyone, but there was something else there as well. "Even so... That does not change the fact that what he said was true." I had never been so frustrated with my limited English and complete lack of German than I had before that moment. There were things I could have told him; words of encouragement, stories from my own life, but I didn’t know how.
This...this is amazing, and very well written. I really hope you continue with more!
The story isn't over is it?
Oh my god. I love you. Both of these are complete gold. I want more. I really really hope there's more!
More there must be more!!!!!!!!!!!!!
>>10 That.
If you write more I will love you forever.
Some people enjoy Heavy/Medic as an intimate couple, seeing their closeness as something romantic or even sexual. While that is nice sometimes, this is how I prefer seeing them - as two men, two brothers-in-arms who, for whatever reason, each consider themselves the other's confidant and the only one around whom they feel it is okay to show their pain and heartsickness, knowing that, unlike the rest, this one will not judge.
Love it. And the Stirb nicht vor mir Made me think Rammstein, also. You do very well with this, thank you for posting!