Hello again, guys. I love to write my friend fic and this is one of them, based off Snow-White and Rose-Red (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snow_White_and_Rose_Red). I hope you guys enjoy it. ---- Medic had picked the cottage that was the second farthest away from the village. The only reason he hadn’t gotten the one that was the farthest away was because Sniper, a hunter, had gotten it first. However, they had found a nice trade-off when Sniper would bring him some of his bounty in exchange for free medical treatment. Still, Medic didn’t have a lot of neighbors, which was what he’d loved about the location of his cottage. He put a log in the fire and held his hands close to it, hating how he got so cold so quickly. Snow fell outside and Medic had just started cutting up vegetables and meat for a nice, rich stew when there was a thudding knock on his door. The Medic felt a slight crease form between his eyebrows. It was late, and if Sniper had spent another night out too late hunting God knows what Medic was going to make him an amputee just to make a point. He put down his knife and swore, stomping up the door. “Sniper, I don’t care if your holding your pants up with your intestines, it’s late and I don’t have time for—†Some snow swept over his bare toes and Sniper wasn’t the one who knocked on his door. There was a gigantic bear standing on his doorstep, its brown fur matted with snow. Adrenalin paralyzed Medic right where he was standing. The bear exhaled loudly, its hot breath washing over Medics’ face. He let out a series of sounds that hurt his throat; they were too high-pitched and pathetic. His could feel his breaths coming in too shallowly for the inhalations he was attempting to take. He felt his knees go weak and his heart flutter in his chest. He had time to think “Mein Gott, I’m going to faint,†before he did just that. :::: The back of Medic’s head hurt but he was warm. He cracked his eyes open and saw his fireplace, the log broken apart into glorified coals. He groaned and touched the back of his head, his side aching from lying on the floor. His cranium was tender and he smacked his lips together. Why was he on the floor—? “Are you all right?†A thick, Russian-accented voice growled a few feet away from him. “Should I get a doctor?†Medic snorted. “I am a doctor.†Reality began to catch up with him and Medic realized that someone was in his home. He sat up quickly, ignoring the nausea and dizziness that swept over him. He turned toward the voice and holy shit there was a fucking bear— “Wait!†And it talked. Its mouth moved awkwardly around the words. “I am not—I do not mean to be so scary.†If a bear could wring its paws, this one would be. It was sitting; it’s big eyes downcast, and it was so pathetic that Medic couldn’t help but relax a little. It kept ducking its head down and when Medic caught the bear’s gaze it whimpered. The Medic rubbed his eyes and when he took his hands away the bear was still there. “You can talk.†The bear nodded. Medic covered his eyes, pressing his palms against them. “No. No you can’t talk.†He took his hands away and stood. “Hallucinations. I’m hungry, food will—it will clear my mind. No more hallucinations.†The Medic went back to the kitchen and poured the ingredients in the pot. He stirred it and put it in the fireplace, adding some kindling as the stew heated up. He watched it bubble, a delicious smell filling up his cottage. He spared a look over his shoulder and sure enough, the bear was still there. It hadn’t moved and it still looked so guilty. Medic’s stomach growled and he put on some potholders and took the pot out of the fire. It smelled delicious and Medic licked his lips as he scooped some out and into a bowl. He leaned against the counter and looked back at the bear, which began to creep closer to the fire, its fur still wet from the snow. It sat back down and actually held its paws close to the fire. Medic sank his spoon into the stew and knew that a few bites later and the bear would be gone. “It’s very cold outside.†The bear glanced up at him. “I was hoping I could stay inside…†The bear looked down at its paws. “It is very cold.†The stew was fantastic. The meat was tender and the flavor that burst across Medic’s tongue made him sigh. Sniper’s venison was always good. He ate his way through the first bowl and the bear was still there, only now it was licking its chops more. Medic was full but he’d eat the whole damn pot if it made the bear go away. He began to scoop out more stew, frowning. “Why are you still here?†The bear licked its chops again. “Do you want me to leave?†It whimpered again, and the sound was so pathetic that it made Medic look twice. “Please… Doctor, it is so cold…†A rumbling echoed in the cottage and the bear curled in on itself, growling softly. The Medic suddenly felt like maybe he was the beast and he slowly approached the quivering animal. He knelt down on the floor and reached out until his fingers touched the bear’s fur. The animal’s muscle jumped and it picked its head up and the Medic let his hand stay on the bear’s flank. “Feels pretty real.†He pet the fur gently. “I guess… I suppose there is a chance that you are not a hallucination.†The bear nodded vehemently, it’s pink tongue darting out again. “I am real.†Another rumble happened and the bear whimpered. Medic figured that if he was in for a penny, he’d might as well be in for a pound. He stood, brushing off his knees. “You’re hungry.†The bear nodded and Medic sighed. “Come on.†The bear got up and followed him into the kitchen and when the Medic stopped the bear maneuvered itself up onto its hind legs, towering over Medic. Medic pushed the bowl and spoon over and the bear clumsily tried to grab onto the utensil—but with no thumbs it quickly gave up and just grabbed the bowel and drank it. When it was done it exhaled loudly and Medic refilled the bowl. It kept eating and when the pot was finished Medic had time to put the bowl in the sink before the bear lunged and hugged him. “Ach!†Medic flailed and when the bear didn’t take a bite out of him he struggled to try and not collapse under the bear’s weight because it was heavy. “Easy, easy!†The bear’s wet nose pressed against Medic’s cheek. “Get off, dummkopf!†The bear kept nuzzling him and while it wasn’t hurting yet, it could if the bear kept resting its weight on him. “Get off!†He shoved the animal as hard as he could and the only reason the bear moved was because it wished to. It dropped back down to all fours, and Medic swore that the bear was smiling. “Thank you.†It’s teeth shined. It was grinning. “Thank you so much, doctor!†Medic was still a little dizzy and he figured that maybe if he slept his life would return to normal—back to a place where animals didn’t talk and smile at him. Medic swallowed a yawn and glanced at his bedroom door. “I’m going to sleep.†He pushed himself off of the counter and the bear stood suddenly. Another jolt of instinctual fear coursed through Medic’s body but it faded when the bear’s paws stopped just a few inches away from his stomach. “Wait.†It held out both of its paws, and even though the bear towered over him it still seemed to duck its head, like it was… shy almost. “I am… I am Heavy.†Its paws trembled a bit. “What is your name?†Medic watched it… him… Heavy and sighed, sticking out his hand, not jumping when the two paws closed around it lightly. “Medic.†He let the bear shake his hand. “Call me Medic.†He slid his hand out of the bear’s paws and shuffled to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him but it didn’t close all the way, a crack of light coming in from the kitchen. He stripped off his clothes until he was just down to his trousers. The blankets were cold but Medic just grimaced and pulled them over his body anyway, shivering until his mind was too tired to care about the cold. ::::
I don't know what this is but I like it! Is this a one-shot or will there be more?
It will be longer. It was quite late when I posted this so I was a little fuzzy... but yes, this will continue. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
Oh shit, I like this.
All throughout this I kept thinking: when will heavy take off his leathery-looking coat, hat and gloves ? Until I realized he really WAS a bear ! I like it so far ! I just read the story of Snow White and Rose Red, and I can't help but wonder who Rose Red will be and who the dwarf will be. Sniper will be one of the two I bet ( or the mother ) I'll be looking out for a new chapter.
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I must admit, while I usually dislike fairytale-based fanfics I ended up finding this one quite lovely. I look forward to the next chapter. Also, this brings to mind one of Scout's unused lines about Heavy: "He's like a bear! He's like a big, shaved bear that HATES PEOPLE!"
Thank you for the kind words. I'm happy that this has caught your interest. Enjoy! -- The morning light slid through the window and the Medic smiled pleasantly because he was so warm. He sighed pleasantly and stretched, pushing back against that glorious, soft fur— The Medics eyes snapped open. Fur? He flung himself out of bed and fell gracelessly to the floor, his knees hitting the wood painfully. He hissed and turned to see Heavy blinking blearily, snuffling the place where Medic had just been laying. Medic’s heart was pounding and his face felt itchy and hot. “What—†Medic sputtered as Heavy sat up in the bed, a move that was distressingly human even though it was a fucking bear. “What were—why are you in my bed?†Heavy yawned, those sharp teeth shining in the early morning sunlight. “Doctor’s teeth were chattering.†The bear’s paw went up to rub at the beast’s eyes and the Medic felt dizzy again. “And doctor was shivering. It was cold. Together, it is not so cold, yes?†Medic could think of many things to shout, and he could think of even more things that could cause such a realistic hallucination of a talking bear. Perhaps Sniper had drugged the venison—as a very unfunny joke. If that was the case, Medic would kill him the next time the bushman decided to show his face. But right now he had a bear to deal with. “You can’t just—†Medic ran his hand down his face; already shivering because the floor was much colder than the warm bed he left. Heavy lumbered out of Medic’s bed, his eyes still curious and on Medic. “You can’t just crawl into people’s beds it’s… it’s not…†The bear tilted its head to the side and Medic realized that the time and place to explain boundaries and ethics to an animal was not at that moment on the floor. He picked himself up, swearing a little as his bones popped and cracked. He pulled on pants and a shirt and sweater, trying to capture the warmth the bed and Heavy had given him with no avail. He grimaced and shuffled out to the kitchen, beginning to crack some eggs open. Heavy lumbered on after him, grabbing some wood and putting it in the fire. Medic couldn’t watch him for too long, it made him woozy. They had a quiet breakfast and afterwards Medic began to bundle up, pulling on his boots. “I have to get more wood. There’s a storm that will be here by tonight.†Heavy shook his fur out. “I go with you.†His teeth shined as the bear smiled. “Two heads are better than one, yes?†::::: Medic watched as Heavy ran ahead to the wood pile. The cold was biting but all that fur must have kept the bear fairly insulated. The jacket barely did anything and Medic’s nose stung when they finally reached the tucked away woodpile. He had dragged a large tarp behind him, a place to put the logs. While they loaded the tarp Heavy hummed a jolly Russian tune, his claws digging into logs as he walked on two feet to the tarp. Medic could only pick up two logs at a time, but Heavy managed to get whole armfuls before making his way to the tarp. It only took a half an hour for the tarp to sag under the small mountain of wood. “That should be enough.†Medic’s cheeks were warm, his breath fogging out in front of him. “Thank you, Heavy.†The words felt weird coming from Medic’s lips, but he felt obligated because the bear had done most of the work. Heavy just snuffled against Medic’s side, tickling Medic a little. “It’s nothing.†Heavy marched merrily in the snow. “I like to help.†The two of them had to drag the tarp because the load was so heavy, leaving a trail of crushed snow behind them. It was hard not to watch the way the bear’s muscles moved under his fur—the raw power that lay just beneath the beast. There was no doubt in Medic’s mind that Heavy could dash his blood out on the snow with a flick of one of those monstrous paws. But he didn’t. Instead he helped drag the wood back to the cottage and then carried it inside. He didn’t want to go inside because of the snow caught in his fur, but Medic pointed out that his own boots had snow on them, and that they’d clean it up later. Later, when the sun sank down below the horizon and the wind began to howl, Medic looked up from the journal he was reviewing to see the most peculiar thing. Heavy, a bear, was sitting in the middle of the living room floor with a book between his two paws. He was reading. A [i[bear[/i] was reading. Snow fell heavily outside and they’d eaten dinner some time ago. Heavy’s one paw lifted and Medic watched as he gently slid his claw along the pages, intricately lifting a single page and turning it. Medic pinched the bridge of his nose and stood up. “I’m going to bed.†He glared at the bear, who looked up from the book and rubbed his eyes. “Stay here.†He closed the door firmly behind him and crawled under the freezing covers. Medic wasn’t sure how long he laid there, teeth chattering and fingers twitching. He curled into a ball, and even though he should have eventually gotten warmer, he didn’t. It seemed like forever until he threw the covers off, his lips shaking as he yanked the door open. Sure enough, Heavy was right outside of the door, looking sheepish before the bear’s expression turned to outright concern. Medic had to be going mad because the bear stood on its hind legs and one of its gigantic paws rested on his shoulder, the nails just barely whispering over his skin. “Doctor—your lips are blue!†That fur was so warm it was unfair. Medic leaned against Heavy, his nose buried in that fur. “I’m cold.†He shivered. “Just tonight—just tonight, that’s it.†Heavy nodded, looking absolutely ridiculous because bears don’t nod. Medic moved to the side and Heavy dropped back down onto all fours and curled up on the bed. Medic slid beside him and pulled the blankets up and over them, already feeling much warmer. His arm stopped moving halfway though the motion, he was already asleep. TBC
Bears are very handy to have as a bunkmate!
Banana, I love it. Hoovy bear. If you bring in Scout as a cub, you will be a GOD.
Oh for fuck's sake, I hate autocorrect. It was supposed to be "bahaha", not freaking banana
this is so cute! i love it. i already have warm fuzzies.
This is fucking adorable! I can't wait for another update
Can't wait for an update! This fic is just so adorable and I love Hoovy bear!
Thanks for the support, I'm glad you like cuddly Heavy. He's just too precious. I hope you enjoy the update! -- Sometime in the middle of the night, Medic woke. He was warm and his eyes blinked open blearily. His face was pressed into fur—but this fur was soft, very fine. He made a soft noise of confusion mixed with exhaustion, and a claw tapped his bare back. “Go back to sleep, Doctor.†Heavy’s voice rumbled low in the bear’s throat. Which was right above Medic’s head. His face was pressed against the bear’s chest, the bear’s one arm flung over him, a heavy but comforting weight. “It’s okay.†Medic closed his eyes and breathed deeply as the bear’s strong arm held him close. :::: It was still snowing the next day and the only reason Medic didn’t stay in bed with a warm bear by his side was because his pride wouldn’t allow it. He got up and that seemed to trigger Heavy into moving off the bed as well. Medic made breakfast in a lazy haze until all the warmth from the bed washed away into the dull chill in the cottage. Heavy stoked the fire and he bumped into one of the tables in the living room. He barely managed to catch a few chess pieces that had rolled off the board. After he secured the small, stone pieces in his paws he looked up at Medic. “Do you play, Doctor?†Medic choked on his coffee a little. “Ja. Do you?†Heavy nodded and that was how Medic found himself bundled up in blankets and sitting in his main armchair with a bear sitting across from him, the chessboard between them. Perhaps the most absurd thing of all was the fact that Medic lost the first game. To a bear. Heavy was carefully setting up the pieces again and he met the Medic’s eyes as he gently placed the white queen on her proper square. “Are you all right?†Heavy waved his paw in the air, like Medic sometimes did when he was searching for the right word. “You are… distracted?†Medic’s shoulders slumped and he waited for Heavy to make the first move. “It’s just… bears don’t play chess. Or talk. Or…†The list was endless and Medic would have been glad to continue except the look on Heavy’s face was… well, Heavy looked like Medic had just slapped his nose. The bear was silent and then tipped over his king without a word. It got up and Medic watched Heavy cross to the door. “I did not mean to… disturb you.†Sharp claws scratched the doorknob—and then Heavy was gone. Medic put away the chessboard and told himself that it was for the best that these delusions end, that maybe now his life would get back to normal. Medic told himself that the sick, twisted knots in his stomach were just because he was hungry—and not because the cottage was suddenly too quiet and cold. TBC
You guys don't understand my point of view. I grew up with Snow White and Rose Red. Not necesarily in such a way that it changed me, but it's cool that someone else knows it. And now it involves Russian Bears and Scrawny Medics.
And now the bear is playing chess! Too cute.
Nooooo Hoovy Bear don't leave :( I hope Medic comes to his senses and goes looking for him hopefully before Sniper does
He's awful touchy for a bear
Again, thanks for the kind words! I hope you like the update! -- An hour later Medic tugged on his boots and put on his coat violently. He kicked open the door to his house and grimaced against the harsh onslaught of snow that met him. The sun was setting, sending all sorts of colors dancing across the snow. He shoved his hands into his coat pockets and made his way out into the snow. He berated himself for following some stupid dream. Bears didn’t talk. It was some sort of trick… some drug he accidentally took. After a few minutes out in the cold he saw paw prints. Medic’s chest constricted and it took him a while before he realized the pain he felt was that of guilt. Stupid delusions. Stupid bears. Stupid— A fierce but agonized roar echoed throughout the forest, somehow rising above the howling wind and Medic was running before his brain had time to catch up and remind him that running toward snarling beasts was not a very intelligent thing to do. He ran up a hill and saw that, just a few feet below; Heavy’s left front paw had gotten stuck in one of Sniper’s bear traps. “Heavy!†Medic slid down the snow bank. The bear lashed out, its teeth snapping together and Medic held up his hands. “Heavy—it’s me.†The bear sniffed and Heavy bowed his head, a low whimper falling from his jaws. Medic ventured closer and swore. He hadn’t brought anything that could break the metal trap and he gently ran his glove along Heavy’s neck. “It’s okay.†Medic’s breath hitched when he realized what he had to do. “It’s going to be okay, mein kuschelbar.†The wind whipped Medic’s hood off his head but at that point he had bigger problems to worry about. He let his fingers slip between the iron, pointed clamps of the bear trap… and once he got a good grip he pulled. A pained gasp was pulled form him as the cold metal cut through his gloves and into his soft hands. He ground his teeth together and put his back into it, feeling his arms burn as he battled against Sniper’s expert craft— With a short shout he was able to pull the jaws wide enough for Heavy to be released, and as soon as the bear’s paw was free Medic yanked his own hands away, falling back into the snow. He lifted his hands in front of his face and shakily removed his gloves. Crimson blood stained his hands, flowing freely. The only good part was that the blood was warm, for the time being. He shuddered and Heavy’s wet nose pushed against the side of his face. Medic let his hands flop back down against the red snow. He wanted to close his eyes, just for a moment. To rest, to catch his breath and then he’d start moving… if only Heavy would stop pushing him with his uninjured paw—if he’d just stop that whimpering for a moment— A gunshot cut through the snow, wind, and air with a terrifying crackle. Medic opened his eyes and saw Sniper standing with his rifle. The barrel was smoking—he’d fired it into the air, but now he swung it in Heavy’s direction. “C’mon this way, beast.†Sniper reloaded, expecting Heavy to charge him. “Leave him be.†Medic saw Heavy’s stance tense up, thinking that Sniper was a threat and Medic leapt to his feet, feeling woozy from the cold and aching pain in his hands. “No!†He managed to keep on hand on Heavy’s fur and the other one out in front of him. “He’s not—don’t shoot him!†Heavy kept trying to push in front of Medic, but the doctor wouldn’t let him. “Sniper, it’s—he’s not—†Sniper’s eyes were wide and he frowned. “Jesus Christ, doc, get away from that thing, it’s a wild animal!†Medic opened his mouth but Heavy interrupted him by standing on his hind legs, his uninjured paw falling on Medic’s shoulder. “Get behind me, doctor.†Medic was about to shake Heavy off when Sniper’s mouth went slack. “Did…†His aviators slid down his nose as he tilted his head to look up at the bear. “Did he just… talk?†The wind blew and Heavy kept trying to maneuver Medic so he was out of the wind, his expressions posture eerily human. “Holy Dooly.†Sniper’s eyes rolled into the back of his head and with a soft whump, he fainted into the snow. Medic pinched the bridge of his nose, not caring that it smudged blood on his skin. “Great.†He turned to a still-standing Heavy. “Now what?†:::: It took some odd maneuvering, but eventually Medic was able to lift Sniper’s limp body onto Heavy’s furry back. Heavy walked with a limp, but they were back at the cottage in no time. Medic dragged Sniper to the bedroom and let him flop down on the bed. When he came back out into the main room Heavy was licking his injured paw. “Stop that.†Medic swatted the paw away from Heavy’s mouth. He had his medical kit with him and he sat down in front of the bear, taking the paw into his hand. “We don’t want that to get infected.†He swept a cloth of alcohol over the wound and Heavy flinched but, other than that, didn’t move. After the blood was all wiped away and flushed out, Medic began to wrap it up in gauze. He tied it and smoothed down the fur around it. At that point Medic wasn’t sure if he was petting Heavy to comfort the bear… or himself. Medic watched Heavy shift, like he was uncomfortable, and Medic bit his lip. Heavy growled a little, pulling his paw away from Medic’s soft grasp. “I am not a… I am not a beast.†He looked down, his shoulders hunched. “I am not stupid. I know that bears do not talk.†Heavy cradled his injured paw against his stomach. “My English… it’s not good. I am not a bear.†Medic sniffed a little. “No offense… but you look like a bear.†Heavy whimpered and laid his head down on the floor. Medic wished he knew Russian… that he could understand whatever it was that Heavy was trying to get across. But he couldn’t. He put his stinging hands on Heavy’s head and gently stroked the fur behind his ears. TBC
Neat chapter, but aren't Medic's hands still all cut up from the trap?
Does heavy bear need a kiss from his one true love to break the bear spell?
Snowy White and Rosey Red, please don't beat your lover dead!
My insides all turned into mush.
Thanks for the support, I'm glad you are all enjoying it so far! -- A few hours later, Medic had bandaged his own hands and Heavy had his head in his lap, sleeping. He was so warm, and his weight was an odd comfort. Medic’s back was against his chair and his fingers were tangled in Heavy’s fur. He knew that if he ended up sleeping there his back would kill him in the morning but he couldn’t bring himself to wake Heavy up. Medic’s bedroom door creaked open and Sniper slumped against the wall, his bleary eyes locked on Heavy. “Crickey, that was real.†Heavy’s ears flicked absently and Medic put his finger over his lips, glaring at the bushman. Sniper lowered his voice, keeping a good distance away from Heavy as he edged along the wall. “What the hell have you gone and gotten involved in, doc?†Medic rolled his eyes. “He came to me,†Medic whispered harshly. “I didn’t do anything.†Sniper frowned, his eyes shifting nervously to the slumbering bear. “That thing was bloody talking.†Medic had to stop himself from raising his voice, his fingers stilling in Heavy’s fur. “His name is Heavy.†As if he was reacting to Medic saying his name, Heavy huffed and nuzzled closer to Medic, his forehead bumping Medic’s stomach. “Do not call him an it.†Sniper held up his hands, sliding down to the floor so he was sitting. “All right, bloody hell I meant nothin’ by it.†Medic resumed the gentle stroking of Heavy’s fur, his glasses a bit fogged. Sniper gestured lazily in Medic’s direction. “How are you hands?†Medic shrugged. “Nothing permanent.†He sighed, his fingers running over the edges of Heavy’s ears. “So… you heard him talk too?†Sniper snorted but it rang a little hollow. “Sure did.†“Good.†Medic almost smiled. “I thought… I thought I was losing my mind.†Sniper smirked. “Well, I still think you’re a bloody lunatic.†The two of them seemed to shift their attention back to Heavy, to the bear’s even breaths and slight, lazy nuzzling into Medic’s hands. Sniper swallowed his eyes a bit glassy. “I don’t want to kick you out of your bed…†Medic shook his head, leaning back against the chair. “You use it. I don’t want to wake him.†Sniper rolled his eyes. “Your back is gonna kill you tomorrow, doc.†Medic just rolled his eyes and waved Sniper back to his bedroom while he got as comfortable as he could and got ready for a long night. :::: The next morning Medic’s back was murdering him. Sniper laughed at him, the cruel hunter, while Heavy sulked with guilt, which just made Sniper laugh harder. Medic frowned in his bed, his back aching. He heard the door open and he turned as much as he could to see Heavy making his way inside. “Your friend is out hunting.†Heavy still wouldn’t meet Medic’s eyes. “I am sorry about your back.†Medic didn’t respond. He just closed his eyes. It would be better tomorrow; his back wouldn’t hurt as badly. Sometimes he really hated getting old. Heavy bumped his nose against Medic’s hand and hours later Sniper found the two of them there, Heavy laying next to the bed, his head under Medic’s hand. “Oi.†Sniper kicked off his boots after tracking snow all over Medic’s bedroom. The bastard. “Come on, I can only handle one of you sulkin’.†Sniper scratched Heavy’s ears in way he probably thought was cheeky. “The fire’s gone out, Heavy. I’ll take care of the doc.†With one last guilt-laced glance toward Medic, Heavy stepped out of the room. Sniper watched him and shivered a little. “That will never stop being strange. The way he moves… it’s so…†Medic sat up, wincing when painful sparks shot up his spine. “Human.†Sniper propped up pillows so that Medic wasn’t in complete pain while he sat up. Medic rubbed his eyes and took the sandwich that Sniper offered him. “It is… something to get used to.†Sniper snorted but didn’t say anything more on the matter. Eventually he left, he had to tend to his own house, and Medic closed his eyes and waited for the day to pass. When he opened his eyes it was dark out and he was warm and in a surprisingly low amount of agony. That… and his face was pressed against impossibly soft fur. He sighed and he felt Heavy’s claws gently graze the skin on his lower back. When it didn’t hurt, Medic huffed with surprise. He mumbled against the soft fur and Heavy shivered. “I told you.†Medic drawled, his voice raspy. “Only once.†Heavy sniffed. “You called my name.†Heavy’s arm was so warm… it wasn’t fair. It honestly wasn’t fair. “You said you were cold.†Medic grumbled but figured that if Heavy was already there he might as well stay. TBC...
Oh I love this story. It fills me with warm and fuzzies; I can't wait to see where it goes!
Oh man, so adorable. I can't help but smile as I read. I can't wait for an update. Please continue!
What am I reading? Why do I love it? Brb finding own cuddly bear.
I'm glad you guys like this still, warm fuzzies are always fun! I hope you all enjoy the update! -- A routine was formed… as much routine you could make with a bear that could talk. The days were spent maintaining the house in the rough weather, and the nights were taken up with chess games. And… of course, each night Medic would snuggle up into Heavy’s fur and tell himself that it would be the last time, which it never was. Sniper would come over some nights with venison. One night Heavy was curled up by the fire with a new book in his paws while Medic was cleaning his medical instruments. Sniper watched Heavy reading, a bemused expression on his face as he carved a small cube of wood he’d been busying himself with. His blade sliced away another thin section of wood and then he sat up straighter, snapping his fingers. “Wait a minute.†Medic looked up and Sniper sheathed his blade. “Heavy, you’re Russian, right?†The bear looked up from his book, confused. “Da.†Sniper grinned and turned to Medic. “I can’t believe I didn’t think about it before. I’ve got a… colleague. He’s a bit weird but he’s got a way with languages.†Sniper got up, pacing with excitement. “I’ll bet he can speak Russian.†Medic crossed his arms, frowning darkly. “Can he be trusted?†Sniper went back to carving his bit of wood—it looked like a kangaroo. “He can speak Russian.†He shrugged, his cheeks a bit pink. “He’s helped me out of some pretty tight jams.†That made Medic’s eyebrows shoot up. “Since when do you get into tight jams?†“I was young!†Sniper’s hand slipped and he swore when the knife took off too much. “It was a long time ago—†Sniper dragged his hand down his face, his fingers brushing over the scar that sliced across the skin. “Are you interested or not?†Heavy sat up, closing the book delicately and lumbered over to Sniper, resting his paw on the bushman’s knee. Medic saw that Sniper flinched, very subtly but the movement was there all the same. Heavy either didn’t notice or decided to ignore it as he tilted his big head to the side. “I am.†Heavy slowly tilted his head to the side. “I am interested.†Medic hissed, not convinced. “We do not even know if he’s reliable… what kind of man is this?†Sniper glowered and Heavy moved so that his head was on Medic’s knee, his nose bumping the doctor’s healing hands. Medic obliged the silent request and ran his fingers over Heavy’s head. Heavy huffed, his hot breath warming Medic’s legs. “Please.†Heavy’s ears flicked a little. “Please, Doctor, I can not… there are words that I do not know in English.†Medic sighed and those blue eyes seemed to burrow into a deeper part of him, a softer patch that Medic thought had been carved out of him a long time ago. But apparently it was still there, and Heavy just made it throb and ache in Medic’s chest. Heavy must have seen something on Medic’s face because he lifted himself up and bumped his nose against the Medic’s cheek, nuzzling his cold skin until it was warm again. Sniper watched them out of the corner of his eye, a wry smile on his face. Medic closed his eyes so he didn’t have to see that mocking curl of the bushman’s lips as he let his hands rest on Heavy’s neck. :::: The air was getting warmer, the snow beginning to melt. The nights were still freezing, but the days were hinting of spring’s approach. The sun shone down brightly the day that Sniper led Medic and Heavy through the forest, close to the town but not too close. Heavy seemed brighter, hopeful. It pained Medic… and it only made him hope that Sniper’s friend could indeed speak Russian and that he was trustworthy. Sniper had his rifle slung over his back and his cheeks were rosy. He was suited to the outdoors, to the wild. Medic… was a man of medicine and not so much one of nature. He shivered and Heavy walked closer to him. Sniper’s jolly whistling ceased and he held up his hand. “Just wait here.†Sniper’s lips were pressed into a thin, serious line. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen ‘im.†Medic and Heavy slowed down, waiting behind a tree. Just beyond the some thick bushes was a two-story house with a white picket fence, the kind that made Medic cringe at the false facade of perfection it tried to convey. Sniper hopped over the bush. Medic and Heavy watched as the bushman sauntered up the fence. The air seemed to ripple and Sniper was suddenly flipped onto his back by an invisible body. Medic jumped and Sniper quickly lashed out with his knife and the invisible body became visible. A slim man appeared, dressed in fancy slacks and a vest coupled with a balaclava. “Ah, bushman.†The man didn’t seem the least bit bothered when Sniper roughly shoved him off, throwing the knife so it pierced the ground inches away from the man’s neck. “Always making an entrance.†“Whatever you say, Spy.†The Frenchman, Spy, smirked and pulled a blade out the inside of his vest. Medic tensed and Heavy growled softly, his body winding up and ready to fight. Sniper drew himself up into a combative crouch but he was still smiling—Medic was starting to wonder if this friendship was even close to being the least bit healthy when a child’s shriek made everyone freeze. “Daddy!†A redheaded little boy ran out of the house and in a flash the blades were hidden. When the kid saw Sniper he paused, his smile fading as he ducked behind the Spy’s legs. Spy’s gloved hands ran through the boy’s hair and he bent down when a little hand tugged on his pants. The kid whispered, but it was too loud so everyone could hear it. “Who is that?†Spy’s eyes met Sniper’s and he had a guarded look. “A friend, Scout.†He lifted the boy into his arms and the kid smiled a little. “He’s not nearly as scary as he looks.†Sniper smiled, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. “Aw, bugger off, spook.†He held out his hand. “S’nice to meet you, sport. You can call me Sniper.†The kid shook his hand but frowned. “It’s Scout.†Spy rolled his eyes and sighed with exasperation. “Come on inside. Unlike you, I like to have civilized conversations indoors.†Medic watched Sniper follow his old friend and his son inside. When the door closed Heavy sat back on his hind legs. “What do we do now?†Medic shrugged and sat next to the bear, taking out the lunch he packed. “I suppose we wait.†He held out an apple and Heavy took it into his two paws. “Here.†Heavy smiled and Medic almost found himself smiling back. TBC...
Aww little Scout.
Oh, yay, an update! My god this story is way too cute. You never cease to keep my interest, Mia. Please continue.
>>1 "it quickly gave up and just grabbed the bowel and drank it." Great rendition of the fairytail, but I confess to LOLing at this typo.
Ah... typos. Haha, thanks for pointing them out, I'll try to be more careful. Thanks for the kind words, I hope you all enjoy the update! -- By the time the door opened again the sun had sunk low beyond the horizon. Heavy and Medic had been speaking softly, of nothing and everything. Sniper and Spy stepped outside, both smoking cigarettes, though the Spy smoked something sweeter, more fruity. “Your sense of humor hasn’t improved.†Spy blew out a long stream of smoke. “Fairytales, Sniper? Better suited for children than men.†Sniper shoved his hands into his pockets. “C’mon out, Doc. Heavy.†Medic stood up, brushing off his knees and came out of the bushes, adjusting his glasses a little as he walked toward the fence. Heavy followed on all fours and Medic saw the cigarette fall out of the Spy’s mouth. “Mon Dieu.†The Frenchman was pale but he didn’t back down. “I thought you were being figurative about the bear, bushman.†“Do you speak Russian or not?†The Spy’s eyes narrowed on Medic and Sniper sighed a little. “I told you—he’s… direct.†Spy sneered but nodded, and then he spoke in, what Medic assumed was Russian. Heavy seemed to light up and he spoke back rapidly. Spy swayed a little on his feet but didn’t faint, which Medic resented a little. Their conversation continued and then Spy laughed—laughed and so did Heavy. Medic felt a little sick when the Spy placed his gloved hand on top of Heavy’s head. “All right.†He gestured grandly to the house behind him. “This way, gentlemen.†:::: The inside of the house was surprisingly cozy and modest. Medic had been expecting something terribly lavish but instead worn wooden chairs and a weathered tablecloth humbled him. Heavy made the floorboards creak as they were led into the den. Spy and Heavy sat in the front of the fire and they spoke in hushed tones. Medic knew he should be happy that the plan worked, that Sniper’s friend knew Russian and was willing to hear Heavy out. Of course… now that they were actually there and they were talking… Medic knew it was childish. He knew that he shouldn’t be as selfish to be… irked that Heavy was speaking so rapidly, his whole body animated as he moved to illustrate points, and they’d laugh together and— “Jealousy doesn’t suit ya, doc.†Sniper’s nearby voice made Medic jump and he scowled as the bushman laughed. “I know you’re a grumpy old man, but you need to lighten up before you send yourself into an early grave.†“Shut up.†Medic crossed his arms tightly over his chest. “I’m not jealous. That would be ridiculous.†Sniper snorted. Bastard. “Course.†He smiled; smoke whispering out of his teeth. “My mistake.†Sniper made himself comfortable in a chair, his hat covering his face in the typical fashion when he was lounging. Medic couldn’t be so relaxed. He tried to ignore the jubilant exchanges of Russian and studied the Spy’s bookshelves, seeing pictures of him and his son scattered along the shelves. Another burst of laughter made Medic’s shoulders jump—and then a softer, choked noise made his eyes swivel to the side. The little boy, Scout, was standing in the doorway. His eyes were wide and they kept flickering from Medic and Heavy. He was frozen, his little shoulders shaking, and Medic’s throat was dry because he’d only ever treated children for illnesses— he’d never actually taken the time to stop and talk to them. “D-Dad?†The boy’s pajamas were covered in a laughable pattern of baseballs and catcher’s mitts. “Why is there a bear inside the house?†Spy looked up, frowning a little. “You should be sleeping, Scout.†The boy’s big blue eyes lowered a little. “Had a nightmare.†Spy sighed and got up, crossing the room to the boy, he picked him up and it was eerie, seeing the man who had taken down and been on par with Sniper’s skill in hand-to-hand combat be so… fatherly. Scout had his arms around his father’s neck, his chin resting on Spy’s shoulder. “Heard voices.†Sniper took his hat away from his face and Scout smiled a little. “Hi, Sniper.†Sniper waved. “’Ello, kid.†Spy cleared his throat, motioning to Medic. “That’s Sniper’s friend, Medic. And this… this is Heavy.†Heavy lifted his paw. “Good evening, little man.†All thoughts of trepidation left and Scout was squirming out of his father’ hands and sliding to the ground. “Cool!†He ran over to Heavy before his father had a chance to stop him. “You can talk?†Heavy seemed confused about the whole ordeal, not knowing whether to try and deny it or not. He decided to tell the truth and he sat back, making Scout’s eyes widen as he towered over the boy. “Yes.†Scout flashed Heavy a toothy grin. “Wicked.†TBC...
Aw, Medic is jealous. Ha, I would be too, if I were him. I wanna find out what Heavy and Spy have been talking about for so long. Hmm... And little babby Scout. Adorable. Can't wait for the next part. Thanks for updating so fast! It's always so wonderful to see there's a new part to read.
Thanks for the kind words. I hope you guys like the update! -- The rush from meeting a talking bear wasn’t enough to keep the boy awake much longer, and soon he was sleeping quietly against Heavy. Medic was starting to get a headache and it only worsened when Spy began to speak softly in Russian. Medic pinched the bridge of his nose. “Have you figured out what Heavy couldn’t say in English?†Spy looked up at Medic. “Of course. We told me before we went inside.†Medic sputtered. “But—but why have we been wasting all this time—†Spy’s eyes darkened and when he spoke it was in German. “It’s nice being able to hear your native language and not need to take that extra second to remember the English translation for it.†Spy exhaled a fierce puff of smoke. “Are you really so selfish to deny him that simple pleasure?†“Easy, boys.†Sniper yawned. “I don’t have to know German to know that that bit wasn’t friendly, spook.†The Spy rolled his eyes. “Your friend is being childish.†He paused and then sighed. “But it is getting late. I have plenty of guest bedrooms… we’ll see how things look in the morning, oui?†He gathered up Scout into his arms, smiling softly when the boy murmured something about not being tired. “Come on, petit homme. Time for bed.†The bedrooms were all on the second floor and Spy smirked when he gave Medic and Heavy the one with the largest bed. Heavy was quiet and he looked… downcast. “Are you angry?†Medic sighed, his shoulders slumping forward. “Nein, Heavy, I am not angry.†He was being irrational. He sat on the one side of the bed and began to take off his boots and pants, unbuttoning his shirt slowly. “I am glad… I’m glad you were able to make new friends.†God, it sounded pathetic to hear himself say it out loud. When did he become such a child? He let his head hang down in the dark and he felt the bed dip and groan under Heavy’s weight. He felt the bear’s cold nose brush against the back of his neck, and Medic shivered a little. “It is nice to speak… freely.†Heavy huffed and he rested his furry chin on Medic’s shoulder. “But… if I had to choose… I prefer chess.†Medic’s chest twisted and ached again, but he felt a little better all the same. He turned and flopped back against the pillows. Even in the dark he knew that Heavy relaxed and smiled before curling up next to him. This time… it was Medic who tentatively reached out and rested his hand on Heavy’s side. Heavy followed Medic’s example, pulling the doctor close until he was warm. :::: Scout wouldn’t stop bouncing around the next morning, asking Heavy all sorts of questions and generally being a nuisance. Medic wanted to test the boy to see if his energy level was healthy and not some freak disorder or disease. He sipped at his coffee, trying not to scoot closer to Heavy, to cling at what little warmth was left. After the thirtieth question of “how do I say this in Russian?†Medic grimaced. “Mein Gott, boy, where is your mother?†Spy froze in the kitchen and Scout didn’t bat an eye. “Heaven.†Sniper pulled at his face and Medic bit his lip. “I’m sorry.†Scout shrugged, a melancholy smile on his face that made him seem much older than his actual age. “S’all right. She’s with angels now, wings and all that.†He leaned back in his chair. “Right, Dad?†Spy nodded, his smile a little cracked around the edges. “Right.†He grabbed the pan and he began to cut up the eggs he prepared. “Breakfast is ready.†Medic ate even though his appetite had left him. Scout sat next to him, his legs swinging as he drank his milk. He nudged Medic with his elbow. “My dad’s a wizard.†His blue eyes narrowed, as if he was sizing up Medic. “He could totally kick your ass.†“Scout!†Spy hissed. “Language!†The boy rolled his eyes, crossing his arms defiantly. “But you totally could, Dad!†Spy smirked a little. “There’s no doubt in my mind, petit homme, but gentlemen don’t speak that way.†Scout huffed with a soft “Fine,†and went about eating his breakfast. Medic figured he’d let the slight insult slide since Spy was helping Heavy. After the dishes were cleared, Scout dutifully cleaned them when Spy promised that this time he’d be able to see “Daddy work.†The room that they were led to was at the top of the house and every wall was a window. Scout ran up the stairs, wiping his damp hands on his pants in time to see Spy open a closet. Scout crossed his arms and smirked up at Medic. “Check this out.†Scout grinned. “My dad’s a boss.†Spy put out his cigarette before he pulled out a large silver basin. “Scout, could you get the—†“Got it, Pop.†Scout zoomed to the other side of the room, taking a pitcher out of closet. It looked like it was made of opals… Medic couldn’t be sure. “Here we go.†He poured water into the basin and Spy had a soft smile on his face, like he was proud. When Scout’s arms began to shake Spy took the basin out of his hands. “Very good, Scout.†He ruffled his son’s hair and set the pitcher down on the ground. “Be a good boy and… be still.†The morning light seemed to concentrate on the water in the basin and Heavy pressed closer to Medic, a whine in his throat. Sniper shook his head, a crooked smile on his face. Sniper rocked on his heels. “Son of a bitch... he’s still got it.†Medic watched and the water rose and spilled over the basin. Scout slipped his hand into his father’s and Spy took a deep breath. “Don’t be a tease, sweetheart.†Out of the water a slender hand extended and Spy took it like he was helping a lady out of a carriage. He pulled and sure enough, a woman emerged from the basin and stepped out onto the floor. She adjusted her elegant spectacles and smoothed out her purple dress. “What’s the occasion, Spy?†She blinked at the other people in the room. “Is this a party?†Scout bounced up. “Hi, Miss Pauling.†She smiled sweetly at the boy. “Good morning, Scout.†She pent down and kissed the boy’s cheek, making the boy blush fiercely. “You’ve grown.†He looked down at his toes, bashful. “Thank you, Miss Pauling.†The woman, Miss Pauling, tucked a stray curl behind her ear, clasping her hands together in front of her. Her purple nails shined brightly and harsh light reflected off her glasses when she turned to look at Heavy. “Oh.†She looked back to Spy and raised an elegant brow. “Since when do you do charity cases?†Spy shrugged. “Favor for a friend.†He gestured to Heavy, and Medic edged in front of the bear because he was just getting used to Spy—and he had no idea what this woman’s deal was. Spy smirked at Medic while he continued to address the purple-loving Miss Pauling. “My Russian friend says he was bewitched.†Medic crossed his arms, now completely in front of Heavy. “Who is that?†Scout perked up, grinning widely. “She’s a witch!†Miss Pauling smiled, a pretty flush on her cheeks. “Witch-in-training, actually.†She waved her hand idly and a silver pocket-watch appeared in her palm. “Speaking of, make this quick I don’t want to keep her waiting—†Spy grimaced. “You’re still working for that ice queen?†Miss Pauling’s perfect lips pressed themselves into a thin frown. “She’s not so bad once you get to know her. Anyway, she doesn’t deal with human-to-animal transfigurations.†Her head turned toward Heavy once more and Medic felt woozy and suddenly he was in the center of the room where Miss Pauling had been a moment before. And she—she had taken his place, her manicured hands running through Heavy’s fur as she took one of his paws and helped him up onto his hind legs. Medic tensed to go charge but Spy grabbed his wrist and held him still. Medic was forced to watch as the young witch-in-training raised her hands so she could still touch Heavy’s face. Sniper watched and Medic hissed. “Sniper, do something.†Sniper held up his hands. “I don’t mess with magic, doc.†Medic grimaced and Miss Pauling hummed. “Ah. Got him.†Miss Pauling pulled her hands away from Heavy’s fur and turned back to the Spy. “He’s been a pain for a while now—he thinks that magic should be used for more… cinematic purposes.†She shook Heavy’s paw before retreating. “I left his location downstairs. Goodbye, gentlemen.†With a short, charming wave, she vanished. TBC...
Oohh yay, I've been checking every day and here's the update! Ah very nice touch with Miss Pauling being a witch and working for "Announcer". It's cute how protective Medic is of Heavy. I like it. And darn it I wanna know what happens next. There's always a cliff hanger. Can't wait for the next update.
This is easily my favorite fic on the chan right now. Amazing work! Can't wait for the next chapter.
Caught a spelling error We told me before we went inside. He told me before we went inside.
This is my favorite of all the fics here at the moment. So goddamn adorable... I never comment but now I had to bother just to inform you that there's people refreshing this page twice a day in hopes of more. Please update soon.
Thank you for the kind words. I know it's been a while, sorry. School work is... intense. I hope you all enjoy the update! -- The map that rested on the table was simple and to the point, much like Miss Pauling herself. Spy smiled, gesturing widely at the piece of parchment. “There you have it, gentlemen. You’re welcome.†He nudged Sniper a little too sharply to be entirely casual. “Let us know how it pans out, will you?†Sniper smiled crookedly. “You got it, spook.†Scout punched the air. “Kick his ass!†Spy glared at him and Scout deflated a little, smiling sheepishly. “I mean… butt.†Spy only shook Sniper’s hand, it was Scout who was more open with his goodbyes, and he hugged Sniper and Heavy, his face pressed up against their chests. What Medic didn’t expect was for the child to embrace him as well. “You’re a grumpy old man—but be careful!†Medic supposed that it could have been worse. Spy just gave him a curt nod before steering his son back toward the house. Heavy dropped back down onto all fours and Sniper checked the map, smoke curling up from his just-lit cigarette. “All right.†Sniper slipped the map into his pocket and loaded his rife. “Let’s go.†:::: “That can’t be him.†Medic’s nose was scrunched up like he’d smelt something rancid. “Heavy—this is the man that turned you into a bear?†Even Heavy didn’t seem to believe it, his arms crossed. “It was… it was very dark.†Heavy scratched his head. “I suppose… he seems to be a wizard, yes?†Sniper frowned. “He also seems to be a bloomin’ idiot.†The three of them had followed Miss Pauling’s map expertly, Sniper had left no path unturned. They were on a hill that overlooked a small clearing in the trees and there was a lithe little man hidden prancing around inside the sunny circle. He kept giggling and making scrolls, mirrors, and crystal balls appear and disappear just as quickly. Medic and Heavy both turned to look at the map in Sniper’s hands to triple-check that they were in the right place when the map rippled and changed right before their eyes. Miss Pauling’s illustrated face appeared, her hair still impeccable. “I see that you found him. You three made very good time.†Sniper bit his tongue, Medic watched him, in order to stop himself from shouting with alarm. Medic felt almost numb, he’d seen so many strange things in the past few weeks that he couldn’t let himself get too caught up in it. Sniper shook the map a little, like he wished he could be shaking Miss Pauling’s actual shoulders instead. “That moron is the cinematic wizard you were talkin’ about?†Miss Pauling nodded, not rattled at all by Sniper shaking the map. “He’s the one.†Her pretty eyes rolled behind her glasses, a stray lock of hair falling into her eyes. “He calls himself The Director. Writing plays was too boring for him; he decided that the greatest stage of them all was the real world. I imagine that turning your Russian into a bear is a part of some greater scheme… in his own mind. Once he’s dead the spell will be broken. Be quick about it.†She vanished from the paper, just leaving them with a plain, useless piece of parchment. Sniper grimaced and tossed it away. “Sounds like a prick.†Medic nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “We should move fast. Heavy—†Medic turned but the bear was gone, already charging down the hill. Sniper slapped Medic’s shoulder, following the lumbering bear. “C’mon, doc!†Medic didn’t have much of a choice, he’d come all this way and it wasn’t like he could just shrug it all off and go back home. He tore after Sniper, stumbling down the hill gracelessly. The Director didn’t even seem surprised when he turned to face them… in fact; the wacko just stroked his pitiful goatee. “Hm.†His dark eyes fell on Medic. “You’re not as handsome as I’d wanted.†He grimaced. “Not handsome at all.†Heavy growled, a low, feral sound that had the little hairs on the back of Medic’s neck quiver. “Sniveling baby-man will pay.†The bear stood up on its hind legs and the man held his ground, and with a twitch of his of his fingers Heavy crumbled with an agonized yowl. Sniper’s rifle flew out of his hands and Medic moved forward before he knew what he was doing—and just like that he punched The Director hard across the face. Everything stopped, the whole world holding its breath. Medic blinked and drew his fist back again, grinning at the blood that stained his knuckles—but then his whole body froze and his knees were forced to bend and hit the snow. The Director was livid—his slicked back hair suddenly frizzy and falling in front of his face. “You are hardly a shy maiden—or even a handsome young man.†Clammy hands closed around Medic’s throat, hands that were weak and soft. “Hardly fit for a prince—hardly fit for my masterpiece story.†Black spots began to grow in Medic’s vision, his body jerking and his hands scrambling on The Director’s wrists. No matter how hard he pulled The Director wouldn’t budge. Medic’s eyes fluttered shut, his lungs burning for oxygen but The Director wouldn’t allow relief to come. One moment Medic was certain he was going to die—the next—he was sucking in air and falling to the snowy ground. Tears prickled the corner of his eyes and he blinked slowly and saw… blood spray against the snow and The Director’s slender body fall beside him. Instinct made Medic struggle to move away—but then he heard The Director’s labored breathing—and then he was struck—and his eyes glazed over after one wet exhale. Medic rolled onto his back and saw Heavy’s bloodstained claws. Sniper was getting up, brushing himself off and once he caught sight of the doctor. “Bloody hell, doc—†He began to go toward his friend—but he stopped because Heavy shuddered and fell to his knees. Medic sat up, his throat still burning, in time to see the bear’s skin ripple and loosen—like it was a ragged coat instead of a skin. And then… well, that was when that coat fell off and became a harmless bear fur. Beneath that fur—was a man. A massive man dressed in royal red clothes and with gold and silver bracelets that were studded with jewels. He turned and his icy blue eyes met the Medic’s. He lurched and got up shakily to his knees and when he took a step toward the doctor the Medic fell back onto his hands in a feeble attempt to get away. The man stopped, his shoulders slumping forward and his head ducking down in a way that was achingly familiar, something that Medic had seen before. “Doctor.†Heavy’s voice came from the man, thick and hoarse around the edges. “Doctor, it’s me, Heavy.†When Heavy walked toward him Medic forced himself to stay where he was, even when the man dropped gracelessly to his knees. Medic knew those eyes, the way they seemed to smile despite everything, despite the bruises around Medic’s neck and the blood under Heavy’s fingernails. Medic put his hand on Heavy’s shoulder and could feel the warmth seeping through the red, thick cloth. “You’re bald.†It was a silly detail to latch onto, and later Medic would tell himself it was shock. Heavy blinked… then blushed a scandalous shade of scarlet. Heavy, a man whose hands were no smaller than the bear paws he’d been cursed with animalistic strength to match… was bashful. Medic laughed then winced, his throat throbbing and his hands went up to his neck automatically to ease the pain. Heavy snapped out of his embarrassment and scooped the doctor up into his arms. “Come. We will go to my home. It is big, we will have a feast to celebrate and you will get better.†Medic wrinkled his nose and pushed on Heavy’s chest until his feet slid to the ground. “I can walk.†He hoped his cheeks weren’t as pink as they felt, but Sniper’s smirk didn’t leave him with too much hope. When he talked it burned so he gestured for Heavy to lead the way. Heavy paused, like he didn’t want to take his eyes off of Medic—but eventually he nodded, smiling wide as he stepped over The Director’s corpse. “Big celebration!†He slung his arm around Sniper’s shoulder, his big hand on the center of Medic’s back. “It will be glorious, you’ll see.†TBC....
Hey, Mia, I have a question. Can I just freakin' adopt kid!Scoot already? Also, I adore this fic.
Oh, oh yes. Heavy is a man now! Aahhh this story is adorable. I can't wait to see what happens next. Please continue soon.
This story is so cute! Do continue, please. Kid!Scout had me giggling so much.
Aah, it's the big finale! I'm sorry it took so long to post, school has been hectic and family life as well. I hope you like the conclusion! Cheers! As it turned out, Heavy was a prince. And not just… a prince in his mother’s eyes… but an actual prince who came from one of the oldest royal bloodlines in history. Heavy’s home was a palace covered in gold and satin. Sniper’s aviators slid down his nose when he looked up at the massive circular ceiling in the main hall, a weak whistle falling from his lips. “Holy Dooley.†Medic found it hard to swallow and not just because of the ring of harsh bruises around his neck—but because a Queen dressed in a royal gown with a glittering gold crown hugged him as soon as he stepped into the main hall. “You saved my son!†She pulled back only so she could kiss Medic’s cheeks, before pulling him into another tight embrace. “I can not… I can not thank you enough.†“Really…†Medic stammered, his arms awkwardly going around the older woman. “It was… it wasn’t a problem.†She wouldn’t have any of it and soon Sniper was being embraced just as tightly, his hat almost falling off from the force of it. Three young girls ran inside the hall, their colorful dresses shimmering as they jumped on Heavy, hugging and kissing him, speaking rapidly in Russian. Medic deduced that they were his sisters as he managed to hold all three of them in his arms without even struggling for breath. Heavy’s mother, the Queen, sniffed, wiping her eyes gracefully with a silk handkerchief. “We’d hired a… a mystic to find our boy—but she could only find those who would help him come back home.†Medic felt strangely numb as Miss Pauling and a fierce, ragged older woman appeared in a soft whiff of smoke. Miss Pauling winked and the older woman only looked at the Queen. “We got him home.†The Queen handed the woman a heavy sack, and Medic didn’t have to look inside to know that it was filled with gold. “Until you need us again…†A breeze passed through the castle and Miss Pauling and her master were gone. Medic didn’t have time to think too hard about it because Heavy managed to free one of his hands to clasp his shoulder gently. “Let’s eat, yes?†Medic nodded dumbly and was led into another spacious hall with Sniper and Heavy’s three lovely sisters and regal mother. :::: After a hearty meal and long regaling of what happened to Heavy and their trials to get to The Director—Medic was finally alone. Sniper and him were given their own rooms, rooms that were bigger than Medic’s entire cottage. When he closed the door behind him he saw that clean clothes that weren’t ripped and stained with blood were waiting for him on his bed. He slipped into them, his body aching and the mattress was soft—perfection embodied in feathers and cloth. The moonlight stretched along the stone floor through the windows, the stars gently twinkling in the sky. Medic rubbed his throat; all the talking at dinner left it painfully sore. He closed his eyes and sighed with satisfaction, eagerly awaiting a good night’s sleep. Two and a half hours later, Medic was still awake. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, resting his elbows on his knees. It wasn’t… it made no sense. After all the traveling they did, after the trials they passed to get Heavy home… this time of all times should be one that Medic could finally stop and rest. Instead, he found that his mind would not quiet itself. Medic stood with a hollow sigh, slipped on a robe over his nightclothes and opened the door. The halls were filled with paintings of Heavy’s family and intricate tapestries and jewels. Medic rubbed his eyes and stopped at a large, circular window that seemed to be carved high enough from the floor to serve as a seat as well. He sat down, wondering if he was cursed to never find peace. The moon’s ethereal glow seemed to mock him and he grimaced. A soft glow made him look up and Heavy was smiling sheepishly at him from behind a small candle. “Good evening, doctor.†It was going to take some getting used to… seeing Heavy’s voice coming out of a man and not a bear. “You can not sleep either?†Medic nodded, his shoulders slack with defeat. “No.†He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I have… I laid in bed for hours… I am tired, exhausted… but I can not… for some reason I haven’t been able to…†For some reason it was hard to talk. Medic thought about his temper. He knew that he wasn’t exactly a nice fellow and he sitting in a castle with a lavish room to call his own—and yet he was complaining to a prince about his odd trouble with achieving sleep. Medic felt hollow and he suddenly wished he’d never left his room. Warm, calloused fingers brushed over his shoulder and Medic looked up to see Heavy smiling at him. “Chess might help.†Medic found himself being led merrily down the hall, Heavy’s hand a guiding force on his back and soon they were in Heavy’s chambers. If Medic thought his room was big… Heavy’s was colossal. There were other rooms connected to the bedroom, large baths and warm rugs that covered the stones. Heavy’s chess set was silver—and Medic was pretty sure that the pieces were embedded with jewels. He couldn’t quite tell in the dark. Heavy set the candle down along the table, the chair groaning when he sat down. “It is good to be home.†Heavy moved the pawn… Medic believed that it was made out of pearl. “I thought I would never be able to return.†Medic moved his pawn, the game finding a lazy rhythm quickly. After several minutes of push and pull from them… Heavy spoke again, his voice a throaty rumble. “Thank you, doctor.†“Don’t—†Medic winced at how ragged his voice sounded. “Don’t thank me. I didn’t do anything.†He tipped over his king well before he needed to surrender, pushing his chair back but not getting up. “I am not a hero. I am a doctor.†The candle almost burnt itself out; it only had a few seconds of life left. Heavy was up on his feet and this time his fingers whispered over Medic’s sensitive neck. His head jerked up, a faint sound coming from his throat as he did so. The candle burnt out and they were cast in darkness. “I think…†Heavy’s thumb ran along Medic’s jaw line and he shivered. “I think I know why we can not sleep.†Medic couldn’t risk saying anything; his throat was tight for a reason that, for once, didn’t have to do with the bruises. His eyes adjusted to the dark and he saw Heavy glance at his enormous bed. “Maybe… if we sleep together we could—†“No.†Medic shook his head, standing shakily to his feet. “It is… it is different now, we can’t just—†Heavy’s hand froze and he pulled away a little. “You would… you want me to be a bear?†Medic’s lips pulled down into a pained frown. “That’s not… that’s not what I meant. It’s just… you’re a prince and I’m not.†Heavy’s hand rested on Medic’s shoulder again. “I know.†“I am… I am a man, Heavy.†His cheeks were hot and he looked away because his heart was suddenly pounding so loud that he was sure that Heavy could hear it. He tried to turn away, to leave, but Heavy gently kept a firm grip on him. “English is not my… strong language.†His hand slid down Medic’s shoulder and to his arm, down his elbow, and came to a stop on Medic’s hand. “But I do not care that you are a man.†Heavy lifted Medic’s hand. Medic blinked as soft lips pressed against the back of his palm. Medic froze and Heavy kissed his hand again, gently. “I…†Medic was speechless; all coherent words seemed to dry up on his tongue. “Heavy—†Heavy’s lips left his palm, but Heavy didn’t drop his hand. “Did I offend you?†The prince sounded scared, like he was afraid of what Medic would do… of what he would say. Medic shook his head and Heavy must have been able to see it because he kissed Medic’s hand again, a delighted smile whispering against Medic’s weathered skin. Medic pulled his hand away so that he could place it on Heavy’s shoulders. Their noses bumped when they kissed, but Medic quickly fixed the problem, tilting his head to the side and pressing closer to Heavy. The prince hummed with delight and his free hand stroked the back of Medic’s neck, making the doctor shiver. When Medic’s skin began to prickle, his hands shaking harder than he’d care to admit to, Heavy pulled back, a bit breathless himself. “Please.†He grasped Medic’s hand again, this time kissing his open palm. “We are good together.†When Heavy gently tugged Medic toward the bed he couldn’t help but follow. :::: Singing birds and obnoxious sunlight woke Medic. He grimaced and tensed, pulling the covers up over his shoulders. He turned away from the light and he opened his eyes when he realized that he was pressed against solid flesh. Heavy slumbered beside him, and as if prompted by Medic’s movement his one arm flung over him, securing him against Heavy’s body. Medic sniffed, his heart tripping up inside of his chest and Heavy sighed, not even opening his eyes. “You worry too much.†Medic huffed and was about to retort when Heavy’s fingers traced his lips. When he looked up Heavy decided to open his eyes so that he could smile down at Medic. “This is a good thing… and smiling is something we do when good things happen, yes?†Medic smiled despite himself, laughing a little. “Yes.†Heavy grinned like Medic had given him the whole world, and it made Medic dizzy. He flopped back onto the pillows as Heavy sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. He glanced at a clock in the far side of the room and he laughed heartily. “We have slept through the morning, doctor.†He stretched, and Medic watched Heavy’s muscles move and shift under his skin. “Today will be a good day.†Medic propped himself up on his elbows, clearing his sore throat. “How do you know?†He rubbed his eyes, some bones popping in his neck. “How can you be so certain?†Gentle hands curled over Medic’s hips, pulling him forward so that Heavy could kiss Medic’s bruises. “I just know.†Medic watched Heavy get dressed, pulling on royal colors and clothes with an ease that mystified the doctor. He shook himself a little and salvaged his own clothes, but the shirt was a lost cause—almost all of the buttons were gone. “Here.†Heavy held out one of his shirts, and Medic smiled, taking it. “Thank you.†Medic knew he was smiling, and he didn’t think he looked any different when he smiled, but Heavy later told him that was not the case. Heavy ducked down to kiss him quickly, once, twice—and he pulled back, his cheeks rosy. “Tonight… tonight we will continue this or we will never leave this room.†Medic’s ears turned red and it took him a moment to compose himself before he followed Heavy out the door. Sniper was waiting of them, dressed in nicer clothes than the ones he’d been wearing when he dragged himself into the castle. Heavy was once again overwhelmed by his bubbly sisters and Sniper nudged Medic. “You might want to fix your hair.†Medic’s hands shot up and he tried his best to smooth out his hair as he walked with Sniper to the main halls. The doors burst open and Scout ran in, his head tilted up to look at the high ceilings. “Holy shit, look at the size of this place, Dad!†Spy was close behind him, emanating a weird mix of a weariness and awe. He hugged Sniper without much of a warning, making the bushman grunt a little before patting Spy’s back awkwardly. Spy pulled back in order to punch Sniper in the stomach. “Knights on horses came to our house last night and said they were coming on your behalf. Next time, come yourself.†Sniper wheezed a little before stepping on Spy’s boot. “I was a little preoccupied by the fact that Heavy’s a bloody prince.†Medic smirked but it fell off his face when Scout climbed up his leg and scaled him like a tree, his little hands clinging onto the shirt that Heavy lent him. “I liked him when he was a bear.†Spy rolled his eyes and Sniper laughed. Heavy came over and Scout quickly wriggled his way out of Medic’s arms in order to bashfully introduce himself to Heavy’s giggling sisters. Sniper and Spy spoke in low, hushed tones that were made of soothing harmonies of inside jokes and shared stories. As Scout ran off with the princesses and Sniper and Spy went to explore the indoor gardens, Medic felt… overwhelmingly content. He stretched in the loose shirt he’d borrowed and Heavy lumbered to his side. They didn’t say anything… in a way they didn’t have to. They just watched their friends and family walk deeper into the castle. Heavy’s mother was, somehow, charmed by Scout, and the world seemed to have a glittering melody about it—one that had never graced Medic’s ears before. Heavy’s fingers wove through the doctor’s and he took a step forward, walking toward a new, shared future. It was scary, unknown, and full of questions that couldn’t possibly be answered. Medic’s knees were a bit stiff and he sometimes found himself waiting to wake up back in his tucked away cottage in the cold—alone. There were nights when he’d lay awake and would wonder when Heavy would wise up and realize that his beloved Medic was just a grouchy old man. On those nights, Heavy could just pull him back down to bed and hold him until the sound of the prince’s heartbeat lulled Medic back to sleep. Medic squeezed Heavy’s hand and let himself be led to a new tomorrow. The End
This...this ending was just so happy and beautiful it brought tears to my eyes. Medic's fear of eventually being left alone...is something I can relate to very easily...as if all of the real happiness he was experience was something he dreamed up. Well done. Well done. Please do keep on writing more beautiful stories like this one.
This is one of the greatest happy endings I've ever seen. Absolutely flawless.
Perfect ending. Thank you, Mia, this was absolutely wonderful.
I love this story so much. I could feel all the feelings Medic was feeling, I love the interaction between Sniper and Spy, no, all the interaction between all the characters and holy testicles you can write it well. Please, never stop. The world needs more fluffy goodness.
This is probably the sweetest tf2 fic I've ever read. Normally, basic fluff fluff fluff isn't so interesting to me, but I can never resist a magical fairy tale setting. This is perfect. Grade A. Thanks for writing that.