The Bridge
It all began with Sniper. As far as Spy was concerned, it was all his fault, and he wouldn't even have to be in Medic's office right now if it weren't for him. Although, to be fair, he had at least gotten Sniper there as well. It had begun on a Friday, of course, after a rather embarrassing loss to the BLU's…..
The RED team walked back to their base, most heads hanging in shame. Except for Spy's, of course. They walked through the door of the base, Sniper going in last, right before Spy. Just as Spy walked by, he muttered under his breath
"Worthless bushman." Sniper put his arm out, stopping Spy.
"Wot did ya' call me?" he said.
"Is your hearing as bad as your shooting ability? I called you a worthless bushman." Snapped Spy, giving him a glare.
"At least I actually managed to kill some BLU's, unlike some useless Frenchmen I could think of" he retorted. The whole 'bushman' thing was starting to get under his nerves. Usually, he could brush it off. Tonight, however, he was in no mood whatsoever, not after getting attacked by the BLU Spy and killed. Which could have been avoided if Spy had done his job.
"Perhaps if you weren't so pathetically unable to pay attention, much less fire accurately, we might have actually won the match." Snapped Spy with a snide smile.
"Oh, so this is my fault now? You were the one holding the intel!" said Sniper, beginning to get angrier.
"If you Frenchmen learned how to do something properly for once, maybe we might actually have some intel! Instead, you ruined that as well!"
"Do they not teach Australians how to do anything right?" retaliated Spy, emphasizing the word Australians like they were a lower species.
"Insult my home one more time and I will deck you." Countered Sniper, giving Spy a glare of pure fury.
"Australians are useless. They can't even use a sniper correc-" Spy didn't even get to finish his sentence before Sniper charged and tackled Spy to the ground.
Spy was rather surprised by the ferocity of Lawrence's attack. He had expected him to attack, but not like this. Which was the main reason why Lawrence managed to get what he called 'a lucky hit' on the side of his head. The Frenchman was only momentarily stunned, and reacted by kneeing Lawrence in the stomach. Gasping for air, he stumbled back off of Spy, only to have him punch him in the side of the head. Stumbling to the ground, he saw Spy above him, getting to his feet. Reacting on instinct, Lawrence shot out his leg, tripping the slightly unsteady Spy, causing him to fall. Springing up, the sniper leaped onto Spy, pummeling him. Furious that the 'bushman' had gotten an upper hand, he swung out with his fist, catching Lawrence on the side of his head. It stunned him just long enough for Spy to roll away and grab his butterfly knife from his pocket. Twirling it open he advanced slowly on Sniper.
"You really think a silly knife is gonna scare me? You Frenchmen are useless at everything, including fighting." Snapped Lawrence, panting. The Frenchmen comment cut Spy deep for some reason, and he leapt at Lawrence, knife raised. What happened next was rather a blur of events that left Sniper with his left arm slashed, Spy with his knife embedded in his leg and the two of them in a chokehold around each other's necks. And they might not have stopped fighting either, if it weren't for Demo and Engineer who heard their yells and shouts and came out in time to stop them.
"Knock it off!" said Demo, grabbing Lawrence around the waist and literally dragging him away from Spy. Engineer grabbed Spy, pulling away.
"Are ya' gonna behave civilized now?" said Dell, giving Spy a glare. Spy gave him an even stare before reply with a simple
"That uncouth bushman started it. And of course I can be civilized. I'm the most civilized member here" he said. Assuming his most dignified manner, he turned and walked away. Unfortunately, he didn't make it but two steps before the pain in his leg became so extreme he collapsed.
Lawrence snorted, muttering under his breath. "Not so high and mighty now." Spy rounded on Lawrence, about to retort, but was stopped by Dell.
"Not another word from either of you" said The Texan, looking between the both of them. Demoman shook his head.
"We better get you two to Medic" Demo muttered, turning back inside base. Spy scowled the whole way as they walked to Medic's lab, infuriated to need Dell's help to walk-not that he had a choice, his leg wouldn't support him anyways. "MEDIC!" yelled Demoman. Scout glanced up from where he sat in the dining room, eyes widening as he saw Spy's bloody leg and Lawrence's arm. He smirked slightly, as if to make some smart comment, but closed his mouth, as if deciding maybe this once he wouldn't.
Medic glanced in shock and surprise as Sniper and Spy were led into his office. It wasn't hard to guess that the two had fought, again. It happened every now and then; the two of them would argue about something, shout and yell, but it rarely came to blows, and never this bad. Moving quickly, he motioned to Spy.
"Get on zhe table." Spy scowled but for once, didn't argue. He climbed up onto the table, watching as medic hurried over to attend to Lawrence. Examining Lawrence's arm, he realized the Australian was worse off than he originally thought; his arm was bleeding pretty serious. He sighed to himself, muttering something in German as he took gauze and wrapped it tightly around the sniper's arm. "Keep zhis very tight" he said, turning back towards Spy.
"Wirst du zwei jemals aufhören zu versuchen, sich gegenseitig zu töten?" he muttered. He practically shoved Spy until he was laying flat on the table. Flicking the medigun on, he waited a few seconds, watching as the reddish glow enveloped the spy. Moving with one swift motion, he pulled the knife out of his leg, eliciting a muffled groan of pain from the Frenchmen. Dropping the knife on a smaller table nearby, he turned back to Spy and began stitching up the wound with neat precise movements after he cleaned it. "Zhere. Now get off my table, I need to work on Lawrence. I don't vant to see you like zhis again." He grumbled. "And keep zhe wound clean!" he yelled as the spy cloaked and scampered away.
Shaking his head and motioning to Lawrence, he waited until the sniper lay on the table under the medigun before proceeding to clean the wound carefully and sew it up. "You two should be more careful about you fight. Zhis kind of fighting can hurt the team." He said quietly as he worked on the Australian's shoulder.
"The bloody wankah started it" he replied angrily.
"I do not care who started it, you two need to grow up and stop it." He pulled the last stitch and tied it off. "Keep zhe wound clean and try to wash it. I do not vant you coming back to me vith an infection."
Sure thing, Doc." Said Sniper, hurriedly hopping off the table and heading out the door.
Medic sighed as he watched them leave, glancing up as he saw Dell, their engineer, come back in. "Dell…do you vhat zhe fight vas about?" he asked, curious.
"Not, I'm 'fraid not. I was actually hoping they might have said something ta' you."
"No…" replied Medic, shaking his head.
"I'm gonna go check on Lawrence then…maybe I can find out what happened." Medic nodded and watched the Texan leave before turning to stare at his desk, thinking. Something had to be done, he knew. After today's events, things were sure to get worse, not better. Almost getting killed by someone you already disliked was going to help anything. There had to be some way to at least try and fix this.