JOY
Medic was a mystery to the rest of the team. He'd often be shut away, in his office, for days, alone. Sometimes, the rest of the RED team members thought they heard screams and pleas for help, but none dared ventured into the office to find out. While the man helped them survive the harsh battles, healing their wounds, no matter how severe, but honestly, none of them seemed to like the tall German.
But, Medic rather liked it that way. He didn't care if the others liked him, as long as they stayed out of his way when he was working. He delt with them long enough to heal them, but that was just so he didn't have to hear their cries of "Medic!" over and over again. He prefered causing pain, not healing it. It was one of his guilty pleasures.
Just like the tall, dark-haired man who was currently sitting on his desk, just off to the side, smoking a ciggarette.
"What is the matter, Alfons? Why aer you looking at me like i grew tenticles, instead of legs?"
Medic looked up, his bright eyes tired. He stood up, walking the short distance to the side of the desk, and embraced the other, laying his head on the man's firm shoulder.
"Nussing is wrong, Herr Gerald. I am just tired..."
The Spy wrapped his long arms around the Medic, sighing and smiling.
"You work too hard, ma ch re. why don't you take a break?"
Spy gently petted Medic's hair, soothing the tired healer. He felt the man nuzzle into his neck, before his lips moved as he spoke.
"I can't. You know zhat. If I rest, zhey will die. Zhey are useless Dummkopfs wizhout me..."
"Then, let them! They're running you into the ground, ma chere! You know I hate seeing you like this..."
He felt Medic move about, then the smaller man pushed away. Medic sighed and turned around.
"As much as I'd like to just leave zhem... I made a commitment to zhem. If I just leave zhem... Vat vill I do? I cannot go anywhere, and become a doctor. My medical liscense..."
Spy stood up, put out his forgotten ciggarette, and wrapped his arms around the German man.
"Mon amour... I have been debating this for a long time now..." Spy bent down, and whispered in Medics' ear, "Run away with me..."
Medic gasped and turned around.
"Run... Avay? Like... Up and leave everyone?"
"But of course. We're both tired of our jobs. The joy they once gave us, is all but gone. We are having to find new, forbidden ways to keep ourselves happy. We are risking so much more, just to keep ourselves entertained, than we ever do in battle. I want you to be happy, mon ange. So, let us run away. We can find a small house, in a small village, far away, where you can be doctor to people who truly need it."
Medic's eyes grew wide. Spy was talking about abandoning the war, and the people who he's healed for years. To anyone else, it would sound crazy. But, for RED Medic, it sounded amazing. He's grown to truly love the man he once hated and feared, the BLU Spy. Still, he had to think about it for a bit. While it sounded amazing and wonderful, he was still abandoning his team. His mind was telling him, no. His heart... Was saying yes, a very loud yes.
Finally, he turned to Spy, his eyes dark.
"I vill come with you... On one condition..."
At Spy's confused look, Medic smiled and pulled him close.
"I vant to bring ze RED Scout with us. Adopt him, I guess you could say."
Spy smiled, knowing how much the Medic adored the youngest member of RED. Despite the youth's harsh words, Medic looked after him, remembering a time, long ago, when he was that young and reckless.
"Of course, mon amour. Anything, to bring you that joy I promised you..."
~~~ End