This story begins during the 1960's

Chapter 1

The teenage girl stumbled to the door of the storage house next to the railway tracks she had happen across three days ago and had been mindlessly following ever since, her light brown skin burned from the desert sun, her body seemed like it had wasted away into nothing with the months of near starvation and lack of water and now long trek through the desert that had led her here. She had been surprised that morning when a train passed her as she had slept huddled next to a small boulder close to the tracks, the loud noise waking her up from her uneasy sleep and she had nearly run after the damn train in a panic wanting someone to help her before she thought better of it. When she found the door locked she strangled cry and slammed her first weakly against it. She had to get inside; she needed medical supply for the open wound on her side. The bleeding had already soaked through her clothes and she wasn't too sure if it was clean at all nor could she remember how long it had been since she was last in a town and had cleaned it. "Bloody hell," she whimpered as she stumbled backwards and saw a window. Thankfully it was unlocked so she didn't have to break it and risk further injuring herself.

"Oh thank you lord in heaven," the girl whispered maybe thirty minutes later as she reread the label on the crate that said 'Medic'. Getting the crate open was harder then she thought it would be even after she had managed to find a crowbar. But it was worth it when she saw what was in the crate and quickly grabbed what she thought she could use and need though it was still a lot and put the crate top back on and frowned when she saw the amount of blood smeared on it and knew she shouldn't go very far in case she needed more supplies. It wasn't too hard for her to find a place to hide in the building behind a grouping of other crates further in the back and pulled off the bloody shirt then tore away the bandages for her side then clamped back down as fresh blood poured out of the wound, darkening her light brown skin and she waited for the fresh bleeding to stop and as she fumbled with the cap of a bottle of alcohol. She knew the chance of the cut being infected was really big and had seen her Da pour alcohol on cuts before so she figured she would do the same. She slowly peeled back the bandage and poured the alcohol then screamed in pain and passed out.

Medic frowned as Sniper drove the supply truck back to the train stop. He could help but think something was strange that day, the train had come in as usual and there newly transferred Soldier and Engineer seem to be settling in quite well, though it was some debate on whether or not this Soldier was just as crazy as the other one. But that didn't really matter; Sniper, Heavy and himself were heading back to the storage building to get the last of the shipment they had received. He had left a crate behind and Sniper was looking for his own shipment that apparently was too small to be shipped in a crate by itself and he had been going through every crate back at the base growling about how it wasn't there. So Medic had made the simply suggestion that three of them go get a few more crates to calm him down and he could make sure that he was just overly cautious.

"Alright mates lets get this done with," Sniper said as Medic unlocked the door then pushed it open before stepping to the side and frowned when he noticed what looked like blood drops on the dirt outside. "Doc ya comin'?"

"Ja, right behind you," Medic said drawing his eyes away from the ground and went into the building and watched Sniper moving from crate to crate reading the labels and sighed as he shook his head and looked for his own crate. It wasn't hard to find nor was it hard to notice the blood on it. "Herr Heavy, Herr Sniper, Come here bitte," he said motioning with his hand.

"Is something wrong Doktor?" Heavy asked as they walked up behind him and Medic motioned to the blood with his hand. "You have thief?"

"Perhaps, vhat do you think Herr Sniper?" he asked looking at Sniper who was rubbing the back of his neck.

"Spy?" he suggested and the other two groaned.

"Herr Sniper, vhy is it every time ve have trouble you blame zhe Spy?" Medic asked as he straitened his glasses neither of the men noticing that Heavy had walked off towards the back as they opened the crate.

"Any thing miss ya think?" Sniper said as Medic looked over the supplies.

"Ja I do believe so. Several packages are ripped open and-"

"Doktor I found your mouse," Heavy called from the other side of the room and the two frown.

"Was in aller Welt redest du?" Medic said as he talked over to Heavy meanwhile Sniper climbed on to one of the crate and jumped one to the other and was standing on the crate next to the one Heavy was looking over shortly.

"Christ!" he heard the Australian gasp and frowned more as he hurried over to them and had to pull himself up part way to look over the crate.
"Mein Gott!" he exclaimed when he said the bloody figure lying on the floor. He quickly dropped back to the floor and found a way around the crates and knelt down next to the body and checked for a pulse. He heard Heavy and Sniper let out a relieved sigh when the girl groaned and turned her head away from him.

"How she get here?" Heavy asked as Medic looked over the wound in her side.

"I don't know but I can say for certain if ve don't get her back to zhe base she vont live."

"Why can't ya just use your gun Doc?" Sniper asked.

" Because dummkopf, I don't haze zhe gun with me is one reason, zhe second is zhat she is ein civilian!" Medic growled as he looked over what she had pulled out of his crate then started trying to bandage her wound to hopefully hold off much bleeding. "Herr Heavy you and Herr Sniper get mein crate into zhe truck, ve vill have to come but for zhe rest later."

"Da doctor," Heavy said as he and Sniper hurried off to load up the crate. He frowned softly when he noticed her eyelids fluttered open a weakly flicker around trying to see what was happening to her.

"You are avake ja fraulin?" he asked softly and saw her try to roll away. "Nein, there vill be none of zhat," he said softly as he pulled her back. "Now who are you and vhat are you doing here?" he demanded wanting to get some answers now incase the young girl didn't live to make it to the base. She let out a weak whimper and tried to pull away from him again as her body began to tremble slightly before her body went limp and he shook his head. "I'd have been surprised if you had spoken," he muttered to himself as he looked at her nude upper body and saw the obvious signs of starvation and maybe torture but he would have to get a better look in the Medbay, once all the blood was washed off.

Voices, far off voices. No they were close, was it them? Had they found her? Had she really escaped, it could have been a dream. Pain, there was pain. When hadn't there been pain, she couldn't remember. Her da, there hadn't been pain when she was with her da. When was that? Was he real or did she just think she had a da? Couldn't think, pain so much pain. Open your eyes look around. No I don't want to see! Look around or you'll be dragged into hell!

The girl whimpered as she tried to force her eyes open, they fluttered a bit but she could barely see anything. Someone was holding her; she had to get away from them.

A voice, who was she? Ninety-four. No that wasn't right was it? What was her name? A book, me favorite book. Me da, he use to read it to me. But what was it? You need to get away, the doctor will hurt you. Doctor? The cut in your side the doctor did that remember? No, I can't. The needles, don't let them put more needles into you, they cut you after they do that remember? The needles make you stay still but you feel it, you feel the pain. What? Shh, they're talking again! Listen…the needles; they're going to cut you again.

She didn't know what was happening but she could still hear talking, three people were talking, talking about her. What was that cold feeling on the bend of her arm? It was cold and wet.

"This is not going to be easy," she heard a voice say it sounded familiar.

It's the doctor! Run, fight, get away! Yeah? He isn't doing anything to me. The needles you fool what about the needles? What needles? I didn't hear anything about needles and I don't feel-

The girl's eyes snapped opened when she felt something small and sharp press against her arm. Three figures were leaning over her, there always seemed to be three never anymore, one was focused on her arm. She moved to struggle against the restraints only to find that her arms weren't bound. The fools had forgotten to tie her down and she took full advantage of it using all her strength to swing at the man hovering over her arm. But he saw her and pulled out of the way in a near second while the other two grabbed for her and she struggled against them shrieking with all her voice, which she felt wasn't much dew to the dryness of her throat. Quickly the other two were fighting with her, pinning down her arms and legs but she still fought against them till she screamed when the needle pushed into her arm and she glared at the man through her hazed eyes not really seeing him but someone else.

Sniper and Heavy sighed when the girl finally went limp and stopped struggling against them. Medic was frowning and checking the girl's pulse before hooking her up to a few machines and getting the I.V. drip gong to give her the nutrients she needed since he believed that at this stage in her starvation if she ate it might kill her.

"Christ, I didn't think tha Sheila had tha strength," Sniper said as he readjusted his sunglasses.

"Why little mouse act that way, doctor is helping," Heavy growled a bit angry with the girl for taking a swing at Medic.

"She probably doesn't ever no vhat is going on," Medic said as he motioned for the two to step closer and carefully held up her arm for them to see the scars on the inside of her arm. "This isn't the first needle that's pierced her skin," he said as he looked over her arm carefully. "And it seems that needles have broken off inside her arm as well, which means she could have more zhen one infection," he said adjusting his glasses. "I vill need to cut zhen out. But first you two need to swear to me you vont tell anyone on zhe base zhat she is here!" he growled sternly.

"Whot? Why the bloody hell not?" Sniper demanded and Heavy nodded.

"Da, why we not tell others about tiny mouse?" Heavy asked crossing his arms over his board chest.

"Because mein friend zhink of vhat vould happen. First zhe Scout vill zoom down here und start poking her vith his bat while yelling at her, vell zhat is if he doesn't do somezhing vorse to the kind, zhen zhe Soldier und zhe Spy will take turn 'asking' her questions. Questions she is obviously not in any right mind to answer. In short ve need to protect her from zhem. Vhen she is better, und I don't know vhen zhat vill be, ve vill inform zhe others," he said calmly knowing that the two would be more keen to the idea of helping a young girl in need to why he really wanted to keep her to himself.

"Why not use the gun doc?" Sniper asked and Medic sighed.

"Because Herr Sniper I do not know zhe extent of vhat has happened to her und if I am right about zhe needles zhen zhey might not be zhe only thing left in her body. So I vill have to do zhis vithout mein gun," he said softly frowning like it was all a great intrusion on his time when really it was what he wanted. It wasn't that he was tried of the MediGun but sometimes he just wanted to get his hands all bloody with unassured work, no instant healing just good old cut into the skin and try to keep the patient from bleeding to death. "Plus gentlemen, zhough zhe var is vell known about ve like to keep our secrets ja?"

"Da doctor. Me and thin man help you vith tiny mouse."

"You're not goin' keep callin' 'er that are ya mate?" Sniper asked frowning.

"Vhy not? She is like small mouse da?"

"Ja she is zhat," Medic sighed as he began trying to flush out the dirt and other things from the wound in her side. "I vill got to lots of vork ahead of me so if you please," he said motioning to the door.

"Sure doc, we'll drop in later then come on Heavy lets get out of the doc's way," Sniper said not wanting to stick around to watch the crazy doctor cut into the helpless girl.

"Vhat zhe hell do you mean you vont help?" Medic growled at Sniper who was pulling his hat further down over his eyes.

"Look doc, your askin' me ta help you wash a unconscious girl who's already been through hell, I just can't do it," Sniper grumbled.

"You shoot people in zhe head on a daily basis!" Medic snapped.

"Well those people aren't naked little Sheilas!" Sniper growled back.

"She isn't a little girl, there are girls her age getting married all zhe time now will you please help me so she vont drown?"

"How could the she drowned in a shower?"

"I need you to hold her head up so zhe vater vont pour down her throat."

"I got ta say doc I don't really believe ya on that one," Sniper said with a shrug. "You should be able ta handle it on your own but I could go get Heavy for ya."

"Argh, you are a useless dummkopf," Medic growled as he walked to his room that was attached to the Medbay and removed his gloves, coat, and red tie before walking to the table where the girl was lying. "Be useful und get clean linens for mein bed, hopefully she vont bleed on zhem," he said as he lifted her up in her arms and carried her to his private shower.

"Doc just hold on a minute and I'll get Heavy," Sniper sighed rolling his eyes.

"Nein it vill take too long I don't vant the drugs wearing off of her before zhe bath."

"What do ya mean? I thought ya gave her enough for a day Doc."

"Vell who ever did zhis to her drugged her a lot so she has a bit of a tolerance everzhing," Medic sighed and shook his head as he carried her into the bathroom.

Sniper and heavy stared at Medic as he walked out of the shower an hour later dripping wet and laid the girl down on his bed before covering her up.

"Decide ta get a bath to there Doc?" Sniper chuckled but it died at the withering look Medic gave him.

"Is something wrong doctor?" Heavy asked and Medic nodded as he motioned them to step outside the room while he changed into some drier clothes.

After a few moments Medic opened the door and exited the room and looked at the two then frowned more then he normally did.

"What is wrong?" Heavy asked.

"I found somezhing on zhe girl's arm, it is very upsetting," Medic sighed.

"Well whot the hell is doc?" Sniper growled getting annoyed with the lead around.

"A tattoo…a tattoo like the prisoners in zhe camps, the Nazi camps. Which means zhat girl was zhe prisoner of one of zhe Nazi doctors that somehow escaped zhe Allies und zhe Red Army," Medic said softly. "She vas in hell to put it mildly. Zhe scars and such on zhat girl…"

"Christ," Sniper said taking off his hat and ran his hand through his hair, meanwhile Heavy looked grimly at the door to Medic's room.

"She vill need lots of care vithout harassment from zhe others. So I can count on you ja?"

"Yeah Doc, no worries we'll help you look after tha Sheila. Right Heavy?"

"Da, we will help," Heavy said nodding. "We will help our little mouse," he said gruffly.

"Good, now let's vork out how this vill play out. Ve can take shifts vhen ve are able but mein main vorry at zhe moment is vhen ve are in battle. I don't von't her vaking up vhen ve are not here und vondering off vhile ve are in battle. Gott knows vhat might happen to her."

"Yeah a Spy might get her," Sniper said frowning.

"Ja now let's get to mess hall for dinner, I set everything for her I.V. She vill be fine for now," Medic said with a nod and the others followed him to the mess hall.

The days passed and the girl had made little to no improvements but Medic hadn't expected her to. Some time she seemed lucid enough to make out what was going on around her but the rest of the time she was either in a drug induced sleep or trying to talk to something. He had been lucky he had counted on Heavy and Sniper they were making out to be better nurses then he had hoped they would. Sniper would come in after battle and sit with her as he cleaned his gun then after dinner and had even brought her a small bit of food and would try to coax her into eating and had some mild success in it. Heavy also did his part and seemed to have taken a real shining to the girl. He would sit with her and carefully hold her down when she would have a fit then stroke her hair when she would cling to him crying afterwards. Medic would some times find him reading to her in Russian, neither of them thought she could understand what he was saying but it seemed to help her relax and that was something she needed. Especially when Medic was trying to changed the bandages or look over the multiple scars and injuries on her young body.

Medic had done a lot of things in his life he wasn't exactly proud of them but he had never cut into a living person like she had been cut into. It was obvious that a skilled surgeon had done some of the incisions but the rest were done crudely and must have belonged to a student. Now not only was there a Nazi in the states but he was teaching someone, or maybe more then one student. It was no wonder the girl panicked when the three of them had stood over her that day. He hadn't told the others this yet, he wanted to know more and his time spent with the girl, going over her body to see every bit of what had been done to her but so far he felt he was missing things.

Spy stood on the stairs leading down to the Medbay; he had noticed several strange things going on around the base for the past few weeks. Medic locking himself away in the Medbay was nothing unusual; it was the German doctor's habit to stay there. And it was not unusual for Heavy to spend some time there as well in the evening playing chess with the Medic. But now he was spending more time there instead of with his beloved gun and he had heard the Russian speak of a mouse but it could have been a type of code. The Bushman was also acting out of his nature. Normally at a meal the Australian would take a plate and leave to go eat in his van or sniper's nest but not lately, lately he had been eating his meals with the rest of the team then would take a second plate down to the Medbay and sit in there till hours later. It was all to obviously suspicious to him as he stood that cloaked as he watched Heavy stand by the door. Something was gong on and he wanted to find out what.

"Heavy," he said uncloaking and walked over to the man. "Pryo asked me to pass ze message on to you zat zere are sandwiches in ze kitchen, go on ahead I will inform ze Soldier and ze others," he said with a nod then turned to walk off then disappeared from sight then sought out the Sniper before he could be asked to guard the door. It wasn't hard to do since he happened upon him in the hall. "Ah, there you are," he said smiling.

"What do you want spook?" Sniper growled looking at him cautiously.

"Oh nothing I was just wondering if I'd get to see ze look on your face when someone told you zat ze new BLU Soldier is painting you ugly van nice shade of blue," Spy chuckled as he watched Sniper's face pale since everyone knew that it had been the new Soldier's thrill to torment the Snipers on both teams. Spy chuckled to himself as the sniper bolted to try to save his van for the soldier. "Now all I need to do is find zat Scout," he said to himself as he palmed his knife then headed off to hunt for the finally piece of his plan.

Once the Medbay was clear of every Spy made quick work of scanning the area before slipping into Medic's private room. He was surprised when he saw the girl lying on the bed, hooked up to the I.V. drip. "Well what do we have here?" he whispered as he walked up closer. "Someone seems to have been fun while we weren't looking," he mused then noticed the girl's eyes flicker open and he quickly clamped a hand down on her throat and watched her eyes widened. "Well, well what do we have here? Ze Medic's little pet is awake. He should have know better to hide this from me," he chuckled then watched her breathed in deep.

"MEDIC!"