Well how you doing FF? Pretty good? Awesome. My first story ever is being posted up here! How exciting, no? This story was inspired by a daydream I had one day (daydreaming about TF2, wow, how obsessed am I?) because you know, Medic needs to be appreciated more :3 Medic's also my favourite class so of course I was going to write about him! :P
The beginnings of a MedicxPyro, because Pyro needs more love and attention. Oh also, I say 'it' when referring to Pyro, I want you, dear viewer to decide if you want the little firebug to be male or female. The choice is yours! As it is my first time, how about some wonderful reviews for a dear young noob such as myself?
Enjoy.
VanguardShores
Some Things Respawn Can't Fix
BLU Medic was always a little nervous before a battle starts, but he was too proud to admit it. But today, he couldn't shake the feeling of something dark happening in coming hours.
Medic shifted his weight from one leg to the other, glancing at his comrades in the Frontier Respawn room. To his left Pyro was lighting the pilot light on its flamethrower, giggling maniacally to itself.
On the right Scout was warming up his legs by jumping up and down and jogging on the spot, saying out loud that he "ain't even winded", receiving annoyed glances from Spy.
Spy himself had a gloved hand behind his back with the other clasping a slim cigarette, impatiently waiting the Administrator's call to get as far away from Scout as possible.
Soldier was muttering to his shovel about battle plans, his helmet slipping even further down over his eyes.
Sniper lovingly caressed his Machina, running a thumb over the fluted barrel to rid it of specks of dust.
Demoman was slumped on the bench at the back of the room, a bottle in one hand and his grenade launcher by his feet, looking surprisingly alert.
Engineer clapped a hand on Soldier's shoulder, wishing the square-jawed man good luck while smiling like he always did.
Heavy stood beside Medic, looking resolute and fearless with his dear Sascha in hand. The Russian noticed Medic's gloved hand clasping the Medi-Gun handle was shaking a little and turned slightly to face his friend.
"No need to be scared, Doktor. We have done this many time before, da?"
Startled by the sudden deep voice, Medic snapped his head up to look at his huge friend. Sighing lightly, he replied:
"Ja. But zhat feeling of butterflies in zhe stomach never goes avay."
"And should now be any different?"
"I can't place my finger on it, but I have a really bad feeling about zhis battle."
"We shall crush tiny baby RED's today, Doktor! Nothing can be better!" Heavy boomed while placing a large hand on Medic's shoulders, smiling widely. His enthusiasm is infectious and was quickly caught by Medic who smiled back. Even Pyro, who had been glaring into its flamethrower's pilot light with fascination, broke from its reverie to reply with a cheerful "Huddaaah!" holding the weapon high above its masked head.
Medic was always known by the RED's (and quietly in BLU) to be a sadistic bastard on the battlefield, taking enjoyment in rapid firing giant needles at people. Watching them squirm underneath his Amputator, as their intestines were laying on the ground beside them, mocking them as he went. His RED counterpart meekly tries to imitate the same terrifying effect on the BLU team, with little success.
His technique was partly psychological too: feeding little rumours of stories about the RED Engineer before the current one, who supposedly tried to reprogram his sentry to shoot at himself after being captured and interrogated by BLU Spy and Medic. RED Scout and Demoman thought that Engineer only did it to save himself the torture of dying at the hands of the sadistic BLU Medic. Spy of course never announced the rumour to be true or false, this only heightening the fear surrounding the German doctor.
"Mission begins in 30 seconds." Boomed the Administrator's voice.
BLU collectively looked towards the ceiling and then the Respawn door, knowing that the RED's would be on the other side planning their deaths in creative ways. Everyone prepared themselves in their own ways, tightening straps, squaring shoulders, locking and loading weapons.
Now wasn't the time for fear and worries, so Medic pushed his round glasses further up his long nose and trained his beam on each member of the team for a little bit of overheal. He then rested his beam on Heavy as the booming voice counted down.
"5."
"4."
"3."
"2."
"1."
"Start fighting now!"
With a surge of adrenaline, Medic forgot about his fears and grinned like a maniac, running with his team to the payload train affectionately named Lil' Chew-Chew. Thinking of the looks of terror on his opponents faces when an Übered Heavy rushes out of the respawn door made Medic laugh like a mad man. Nothing beats the rush of a the battle's beginning.
"Raus! Raus!"
The battle was raging leading up to the second control point on the hill, BLU desperately trying to escort the bomb cart to the point to receive extra time. But the RED's where fighting remarkably well, better than usual. The BLU's only took this as a challenge and laughed like children whenever someone killed a RED.
"Stupid bloody Russian fatso..." Sniper grumbled, returning to his nest in the high building to the right of the hill, after RED Heavy had riddled his body with Brass Beast bullets.
"Hey Doc! Demo needs you Über 'im to take out that bloody sentry!" Sniper called down to Medic. He was healing Soldier after he took a scattergun shell to the chest, courtesy of the opposing Scout.
"Ja Herr Sniper, I know. I am not blind and deaf to his calls." Medic snapped back. Sniper tilted his head to the side and shrugged, settling down on the small balcony.
After Soldier was healed, Medic acknowledged the grateful (if loud) 'thanks' and set off in search of Demoman. Which happened to not be too long; he was at the bottom of the hill reloading his grenade launcher.
"Thank yer, Doctah. Lets go blow up some toys, aye?" Demo said with a wicked grin.
"By all means, Herr Demo. Lets go practice medicine." Medic also grinning like a Cheshire cat. The pair set off up the hill at a good pace, accompanied by the cheers and battle cries of their teammates.
"No where to hide, cowards!"
"Cowboy up!"
"Let's waste 'em!"
"Huddah huddah huh!"
"Give 'em hell, boys!"
"Go on then, mates!"
"Alright, hit it Doc!" Demoman yelled over his shoulder. Within a heartbeat Medic flipped the switch and the pair was engulfed in a metallic blue sheen, sparking and dancing over their skin. Demoman fired his grenades as quickly as possible at the RED sentry's direction, exploding and killing the unaware Engineer who was repairing the dispenser. Another grenade killed the Pyro, trying to airblast the projectile back at the BLU pair. The sentry finally went down, along with about half of the RED team. Shrapnel flew in all directions injuring the other Medic and Scout who was rounded the corner.
"Horrido! Raus!" Shouted Medic, high on the ecstasy of the now depleted über. The team congregated on the bomb cart, pushing it over the checkpoint.
"Has any of y'all seen Spah? I haven't seen him since the start of this here battle." Asked Engineer, slightly out of breath from lugging his sentry. In all honesty, no one saw Spy on their travels. He could be seen sometimes running from place to place, inbetween disguises and invisibility.
"Da, is strange. Maybe one should search for tiny Spy." Said Heavy while reloading Sascha.
"I nominate Scout." Stated Sniper with a poker face that would make Spy himself proud.
"Nah way, chucklenuts! Who knows what he's doin' in a dark creepy corner. I go look for him and he might try tah rape me! Fuckin' creep..." Scout exaggeratedly yelled, throwing his bandaged hands in the air.
"Now now Scout, I meant nothin' by it. Simply that you'd foind him the fastest, is all." Sniper said completely seriously, although a hint of a smirk crept to the corner of his mouth.
"Yeah of course ya did, Dingo. You'd probably enjoy watching the fuckin' Spook rape me, wouldn't ya? Watchin' through that fuckin' scope, creepin' on people." Scout retaliated. Sniper was about to reply when the doctor cut in.
"Ach, was ist los? If you continue to argue and behave like children, I vill replace your aspirin vith cyanide. I vill look for Spy myself." Huffed Medic, clearly not entertained with the rising argument. Everyone turned to look at Medic with raised eyebrows.
"That is UNACCEPTABLE! No one goes alone! Only true AMERICANS go alone! A true American like ME!" Yelled Soldier, jabbing a thumb into his puffed-out chest. Medic furrowed his brow and pinched the bridge of his nose below his glasses.
"Jawohl. But may I remind you who is zhe fleetest on zheir feet, ozher zhan Herr Scout." A moment of silence, save for the cart's squeaking wheels and a distant yells of the RED Soldier.
"Ih shoufd gho wiffh youh Medfic." Mumbled Pyro, raising a rubber-gloved hand and gesturing the space between the two, making sure everyone knew what it said.
"Nein, but danke schoen for zhe offer Pyro. Ve need all zhe people ve can on zhe front lines. I'm sure Engineer vould be happy to deploy a level 3 dispenser as replacement for healing?" Asked Medic, straightening his dirty white lab coat slightly.
"Doc, you read mah mind. It would a pleasure." Engineer tipped his hard hat and bowed a little.
"Zhen it's settled. If I'm not back vithin zwei hours, send a search party." Medic smiled sadly. Everyone (including the patriotic Soldier) either clapped a hand on Medic's shoulder or simply wished him luck.
He was well respected (and to a certain amount, feared) by his team. They trusted him to make the right decision, not only for himself, but for the good of his comrades and BLU itself.
Pyro shoved past Demoman and jumped into Medic's arms to actually give the doctor a tight hug. Surprised and stunned for a second Medic almost tripped backwards but caught himself. Pyro was always the huggy type, some people didn't mind like Engie and Sniper, and possibly Heavy and Demoman. The others weren't so accommodating, particularly Spy who had all sorts of run-ins with the RED Pyro and not trusting 'the mumbling abominations'.
It was very rare that Medic showed any type of affection to anyone other than his doves, particularly Archimedes, but he hesitantly raised his arms and placed then either side of Pyro's oxygen tank, resembling a light embrace. The dark feeling from earlier had risen again and coiled uncomfortably in Medic's stomach, making him blush a little and squeeze Pyro slightly.
'This is such a silly idea. Why did I volunteer for this? Scout was perfectly able to complete this task. What if I can't find Spy? What if Respawn has broken down and Spy's laying in a corner somewhere, dead? Nein, dummkopf! Don't think like that! That hasn't happened in a long time, not since the last RED Heavy 4 years ago. But that's just it. It's been a long time, maybe it's due to happen again.'
"Yo Doc. You listenin'? I think you need to let go of Smokes now, to, you know, find Spook." Questioned Scout, scratching the back of his neck at the sudden display of affection from the usually cold doctor.
"Hmm? Oh, ja. Remember zwei, two hours. See you all soon." Medic released Pyro - who's shoulders slumped and sighed lightly - attached the Medi-Gun hose to the backpack and checked his Amputator. He set off back down the hill with Blutsauger in hand to check near the second Respawn that they captured early on.
"Come back safe, Doktor. Find tiny Spy and bring him home, da?" Boomed Heavy, concerned for his relatively fragile friend. Medic called back,
"Not to vorry Herr Heavy. Ve already captured everyzhing back here. Vhat could possibly happen?"
Medic walked back down the hill while listening to the far off sounds of battle, surely slowed down without his presence. He turned right towards the second respawn room and continued past it. Without the protection of the giant Russian meat shield, covering fire of deadly accurate bullets or rapid fire rockets, Medic felt incredibly vulnerable.
"Spy!" He called. He waited a few moments but there was no reply.
"Herr Spy! Vhere are you?" He cried. Again, no answer. Medic began to worry now, surely he would have heard something; a smarmy reply or at the very least a cough to announce his presence if invisible.
"Schweinhund...Spy! Come out zhis instance! Vhere are you?" Medic was becoming increasingly frustrated, but that quickly turned into a dark feeling of worry and despair. Spy was a grown and very capable man, why would he just disappear in the middle of a battle? What made it especially strange is that Payload battles were one of Spy's favourites to fight in.
Coming up to the wooden building on the left where Engineer loved to create a nest, Medic heard a soft low groan. The doctor froze midstride and gripped the Blutsauger tighter. His senses heightened exponentially; smelling the metallic tang of residual blood on the dusty ground and hearing the wood creak, as well as Spy's groans of pain.
"Herr Spy? Are you zhere? Are you hurt?" Softly called the tense doctor. A raspy breath was heard.
"Medic? Eet's about time you found me. Please, please help me." Spy barely breathed. Medic jumped onto the ledge and curved around the concrete pillar in the centre of the room, then walked down the stairs. Despite being a doctor, there were some things that he could never get used to seeing. Point in example; seeing Spy's intestines hanging loosely on his thighs, copious amounts of blood staining his blue suit a dirty purple. Why Spy hadn't tried to kill himself and just go through Respawn eluded Medic's mind. But for now the focus would be on keeping his patient alive.
"Von allen Sachen, die heilig sind, Spy, vhat on Earth happened to you?" Questioned a panicked Medic. He knelt down beside Spy and checked his body gingerly for wounds other than the obvious.
"Zhe RED Spy. Zhat's what happened. I don't know... what 'is intentions were...but eet would seem zhat he wanted...moi alive *cough* barely." Spy managed to hack out. Medic was fumbling with the contents of the nearby health kit and tried to make the most of what was inside.
"Vhy not kill yourself and go through respawn?" Medic asked quietly. Spy sneered then winced in pain.
"I tried, cher. But zhat sad excuse...for a Spy took my Ambassador...and knife." Spy said slowly. Medic sighed gravely at Spy's extensive injuries and the insufficient medical aids and placed a bloody gloved hand on the rogue's chest to feel the weak heartbeat.
"Zhere is really nozzing I can do traditionally, and zhe Medi-Gun cannot heal body parts zhat are outside zhe body...and i simply cannot 'push zhem back in'. I zhink you know vhere I am going vith zhis, Herr Spy." Medic said with a low voice, full of sadness and uncertainty. Though Spy would respawn as normal, there was always a certain amount of shame that goes with being put out of your misery by an ally.
"Unfortunately I do...Docteur. Make eet quick, oui? And speak nozzing of zhis...to anyone." Spy rasped, masked head leaning back against the rock wall exposing his neck. Medic looked down and pulled out his Amputator, inspecting the serrated teeth.
"I vas hoping to bring you back zith me up zhe hill and show off to Scout zhat I found you faster zhan he vould have, stupid boy. Don't vorry Herr Spy, I'll make sure you von't be subject to zhe Schadenfreude. I'll see you back up at Respawn, ja?"
"Oui. Merci Docteur."
Medic raised the blade against Spy's neck while holding onto his right shoulder with his left hand, squeezing it reassuringly. Spy's limp hand found its way to Medic's forearm, preparing himself for the brief but intense period of pain that was about to come.
"I wouldn't do zhat eef I was you, Docteur."
So what do you think? Hopefully I got the accents right and they're not confusing. I'm actually kinda nervous, but please drop me some reviews and helpful criticisms :)
Translations:
"Von allen Sachen, die heilig sind, Spy..." - "Of all things that are holy, Spy..."