"Hey, nurse," greeted the Sniper with a wide grin. He crossed the floor and kicked away the saw from the Medic's hand, the doctor's red rubber glove doing only so much to cushion the blow of the crushing heel. "Stupid o' ya ta come 'ere by yourself," he said with a shrug, fixing his blue shirt. The Medic scoffed. "And it will be even more stupid if I let a sniper kill me," he retorted sharply. The sniper laughed, pulling out his kukri with a tip of his brown hat.

"You've got guts, I've got to hand it to you." Sniper pointed the blade at the Medic. "But I think it's time to return to your own teammates." Medic saw his reflection in its paleness, clean and sharp. His hair was a mess and he was missing his glasses. He couldn't die like this. It was far too embarrassing. The blade rose above Medic's head and the Sniped nodded to him. "G'day," he said. Medic smiled.

The strike never came. It never came because the Sniper was killed. One quick and clean back stab was all it took to have him keel over and fall down beside the medic, the light leaving his eyes quickly behind his broken shades. Medic looked up, watching the Spy straighten his tie and flash him a cheeky smile. "Your hair is messed up."

"I know."

"And your glasses are gone."

"Of course it is."

They stared at each other then broke out into a soft snorting kind of laughter. "Here," Spy said, offering his hand to the medic. Medic took it without hesitance and stood up. "You should get back to the others. They'll need you if they plan to capture the next point," said the Spy. He checked his watch, lower lip chewed briefly. Medic fixed his hair and squinted at the Frenchman. "Ja, but it would be nice if I could have my glasses."

"You mean these?"

Medic looked into Spy's outstretched palm, finding that his glasses were indeed there. He blinked and plucked it from the leather glove. "Ah, yes, thank you Spy," Medic said and wiped the lenses on his shirt before putting them back on. "Perfect, thank you." The Spy waved his hand and took a step in the opposite direction of the exit. "You can thank me later. Go before we're seen. I won't be able to save you if someone else shows up." Medic nodded and left quickly just as Spy cloaked and disappeared.

:i:

"I love you!" declared Demoman, already far gone in their celebration. He held Medic by his shoulders and had a serious case of bad breath. Medic liked Demo too, but not anymore than he liked his other teammates like Heavy. He smiled sheepishly at the Scot and ducked under and away from his arms before he could pull the German into a big hug. "Danke, Demo, but I think Soldier wants a hug more than me and I'd hate to take that away from him."

"Really?" asked the drunken man, with tears almost at the corners of his eye. "C'mere ye big oaf," Demo exclaimed the moment Soldier walked into the room, confused and now yelling at Demo to stop hugging him, his helmet on the edge of falling off his head. It tittered dangerously to the side before fully falling off when the two men fell to the floor with a loud clack. It seemed that Soldier had taken this and made it into a wrestling match. Medic chuckled with the rest of everyone. He caught sight of their Spy sitting beside their Sniper in front of the fireplace and thought amusingly that it was a gathering of the support class as he made his way over. Medic took his seat across from Spy who sat on the left of Sniper. The flames left shadows flickering across their faces and if Medic was any old person he would have thought it looked rather ominous but he knew better.

"Ah, Doctuer," Spy greeted, lifting his eyes to meet Medic's who nodded to him. Sniper tipped his hat and Medic nodded to him as well, crossing his legs when he sat. "You two going with the others into town tomorrow?" Medic asked in a pleasant, friendly tone. He found it easy to talk with these two. They proved to be fine entertainment. Sniper wasn't overly talkative, but he spoke enough to be considered sociable just like Spy who could speak more for both Sniper and Medic put together.

"Nah," Sniper replied, stretching in his seat. "Gonna take the night off ta catch some Zs, ya know." Medic nodded.

"Possibly," Spy answered, finger tracing his chin in thought. The vague answer was answer enough that Spy probably wouldn't come. It seemed he had engagements over their day off. Medic himself? Well, he'd like to go into town and buy a few things unlike some others who only seem to visit the bar when they go into town. There was also a nice bookshop he wanted to visit.

Medic caught Spy looking at him and turned away. The two had never really been close, never really talked unless they were here, with Sniper who seemed to enjoy the company and also the occasional silence. The Frenchman cleared his throat and opened his mouth as if to say something but was interrupted by the strong voice of their Scout popping into their conversation.

"Hey, Snipes!" The Scout called, jogging over. Sniper glanced at the boy and to the amusement of Medic and Spy it looked as if Sniper was hiding his face the way his head dipped down and his hat covered his face. He looked almost as if he was sleeping but of course he was far from it.

"Hey, kid," Sniper spoke up, his voice low and calming. Scout smiled and bounced on the balls of his feet. "Are you going with the other guys?" The young man asked.

"He's staying at base, lapin," replied Spy for him. Scout glared at the Frenchman then looked back at Sniper curiously. "Really?"

"Well, I was but if-"

"Great, you want to hang out?" Asked Scout excitedly. Sniper's face became even more obscured behind his big hat.

Medic and Spy exchanged a look, very amused.

"Yeah, sure," Sniper replied, sounding almost sheepish in his response. The Scout gave him a thumbs up and padded away quickly with a joyous bounce in his gait. There was a silence for a short period until Spy began to laugh. Medic, still amused chortled as well.

"Now what, was that?" Spy inquired, brows raised and eyes smiling.

"Herr Sniper, don't tell us that Scout he.."

Sniper glowered at them. He caved in after a few seconds and gave the two a heavy sigh.

"He admires me," Sniper sighed.

"More than admire, he has a crush!" Spy cut in, snorting in laughter. Medic smiled lightly, a small worry line creasing across his forehead.

"It's not a crush!" Sniper replied, exasperated. His eyes were wide behind his glasses and he looked alarmed at the thought that the young man might have a crush on him.

"Come on, mon ami," Spy chided, "It's all over his face. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you have a crush on him too!" The accusation made Sniper's eyes widen even more than they were, but the glare of the light against his glasses made it hard to see really and Medic could only guess by the tighten of his jaw that the idea disturbed Sniper more than flattered him.

"Agh, I'm going to bed," Sniper said and stood up, his tall legs almost tripping him in his haste. Spy chuckled. "I was just playing," he said, trying to calm Sniper down but it did nothing to pacify the Australian. Medic thought of saying something but watched quietly as Sniper sulked away. Spy laughed softly, shaking his head.

"Silly boys," he said, leaning back in his chair. Spy watched the retreating back of Sniper. "Why can't they be honest and just tell each other how they feel?" Medic shrugged.

"Maybe they're scared," he offered.

"It's so obvious, how can they be scared?"

"I don't know. Isn't it supposed to be scary?"

Spy shook his head, a quizzical look on his face. Medic watched as Engineer smacked the back of both Soldier and Demoman's heads and pulled them by the ear until they behaved.

:i:

Heavy convinced Medic to join him for a drink at the bar with the other guys. Medic didn't see the harm in it the way Heavy spoke. He was a nice man. Caring, loud, and funny even. Medic liked him. In fact he found everyone in his team likeable to an extent.

When they entered the bar there was a flourish of people. It wasn't as much of a surprise seeing that it was a Saturday night and mostly the day people have off. Heavy steered Medic to the bartender and sat him down on a stool beside Engineer who smiled at the two and waved. "Howdy boys," he cheered with good nature, picking up his beer and lifting it to them in a sort of cheer. "Hallo, Herr Engineer," greeted Medic who ordered a beer as well. Heavy sat beside him with a joyful laugh. "Engineer said he missed Medic."

Engie laughed, ears a bit pink by the way Heavy made it sound. "I said it been long while since the Doc came and joined us for a drink, Mister." Heavy laughed. "Da, da." The conversation made Medic smile. Through the evening crowd Medic could see Demo talking with Soldier and beside them surprisingly was Sniper and Scout. Medic wondered if Scout was old enough to even be in a bar then remembered that he was. The boy was just 22.

Medic's first beer went by quickly without him noticing as he chatted with Heavy and Engie who were quite witty.

"Could you tell me a lie?"

"Only if I knew the truth."

Medic laughed and grabbed his second beer, drinking it languidly as the two men continued their friendly banter. Medic liked listening. He wasn't much of a speaker but he always enjoyed being witness to clever moments. When his eyes had nothing to look at they took to gazing around the bar, the dim light and the warm air filled with the scent of alcohol and perhaps a little spice and vomit. Medic's gaze fell on the piano sitting lonesome in the corner with surprised eyes. Sitting on the black leather seat was Spy, smiling and laughing with some strangers. Working men with caps and stubbles not caring about their wives for the moment or complaining about their wives or boasting. Spy's suit jacket was gone and he only wore his white dress shirt, the couple top buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up. His silver watch glinted in the dim light like his pale eyes. His elbows were on his thighs and he was smacking his knee now and then, laughing in a manner Medic had never known Spy could.

Medic was surprised. It was just startling really. Of course Spy had his own things going on. Medic didn't know him well, but he was truly astonished by such casual behavior from the seemingly formal and gentlemanly Frenchman. Of course he could still be a gentleman and casual but it just was – it was – well it was different from what Medic expected from the spy. He didn't know what he suspected of the man out of work, but it wasn't this and it wasn't Spy turning his back from him to play the piano, and it wasn't a passionate man either who seemed to genuinely like to play such lively music the way he was now, pounding at the keys with enthusiasm.

Spy's hands were expressive, the veins showing delicately but the strength there in his playing as his hands quickly moved here and there over the keys. He was pounding out such a lively tune that it made Medic's foot tap along with it as men began dancing jigs together. Spy's smile was bright, warm and so human. It was startling to Medic but he was mesmerized and he listened with an eagerness he hadn't felt since he was a child listening to his first violin concerto.

"You look mighty spooked, Doc," Engie laughed, catching Medic's attention. The German's cheeks colored and he looked down into the green of his beer bottle. Engie's eyes turned to Spy and he grinned, looking at heavy. "I guess Doc must be surprised. I was surprised too at first. Seeing Spy like that. Ever since the first time he came here and saw that darn piano he's been playing it like a regular every time we come drinking. The folks like it. I reckon the women too. They just fawn over that guy." Heavy watched Spy for a moment as well, his expression thoughtful. "Spy is good man. Not very smart though."

"What do you mean?" Engie and Medic both asked at the same time, the difference in accents sounding a little funny. They chuckled quickly.

"Spy is clever, handsome, but not very smart you know?" Heavy's brows furrowed and it looked like he had some peanut butter stuck to the roof of his mouth. Medic waited patiently. "He's oblivious," Heavy finished, a bit unsatisfied by the word he used but shrugged and continued drinking. Medic looked into his beer as Engie spoke. "Eh, I have yet to see that, but if you say so big guy."

Medic finished his beer and pulled on his coat that Heavy was holding for him and stood up to leave.

"You sure little doctor be okay?" The burly Russian asked concern all over his face. Medic nodded, patting his friend on the arm.

"Ja, mein friend, I'll be fine," Medic reassured.

"I can take Doktor back home," Heavy insisted. Just before Medic could reassure him again Engie jumped in and did it for him. "He'll be alright big fella, the Doc knows his limits. I'm sure he's not even close to being buzzed yet." Medic wanted to correct him because he was actually feeling warm now, but yes he hadn't drank nearly enough to even feel the buzz.

With Engineer's words Heavy's face smoothed over and he smiled kindly. "Alright, but Medic be careful okay?" Medic smiled and nodded. "Of course."

"Of course, I'll be with him."

They all blinked and turned their heads to the sultry voice. Spy smiled at them, his coat hanging from his arm. "I'm going anyway."

Heavy eyed Spy suspiciously then slowly nodded. As if it were a triumph and Heavy could change his mind any time, Spy took Medic's wrist and lead him through the crowd. "Don't worry Monsieur Heavy, I'll take good care of your doctuer," he laughed, hand waving in the air to signal a goodbye and good night.

When they emerged from the bar, outside was pleasantly cold. The snow had settled on the ground and Medic and Spy didn't put on their coats, cheeks flushed. Medic watched his breath swirl in the darkness of the night. The sky was starless and the night quiet. They stood there under the sky for a moment.

"I'm going to the bookstore, Herr Spy," Medic said, pulling on his coat. Spy looked at him. "At this hour?" he asked. Medic laughed. "It's only 9, Spy, the store doesn't close until 11." The Frenchman's nose scrunched and he tucked his jacket under his arm and crosses his arms. "I know that, but why after drinking?"

"Because I want to?"

"Because you want to?"

"Because I want to."

Spy was satisfied with that answer and began to walk, his shoes making prints over the prints of others in the snow. Medic walked beside him. "I'll go with you," Spy said and winked at Medic. They walked in comfortable silence until they reached the store with its bright yellow lights. Spy held open the door for Medic who thanked him.

"What are you looking for?" Spy asked. Medic folded his arms. "Anything," he said. "I just want to browse." Spy disappeared into one of the rows of books and Medic ignored him as he grabbed a basket to fill. This store always had nice deals on used and old books. It was a great steal.

By the time Medic was finished filling half of his basket, he had forgotten about Spy until he saw the Frenchman in one of the deep rows where the older and dustier books rested. Medic joined him and asked him if he was ready. The Spy shrugged. "Oui." In his hand though wasn't a book but one of those notebooks you buy from near the counter of the shop. Medic looked at it curiously but didn't ask about it. They paid for their items and Spy helped carry some of Medic's books.

"Do you really read all of these?" Spy asked.

"When I get the time," Medic replied, chortling. Spy was impressed but it was Medic's turn to ask this time.

"What's that notebook for?"

"For something when I've got the time."

Medic huffed and Spy laughed, bumping his shoulder playfully with his own. "Let's get home, I'll show you."

How could Medic decline?

I hope you have enjoyed it so far and like it as much as I like writing it. 3 I know it's still a little early, but feedback would be lovely. Thank you. 3