Auf Wiederschen Sniper

Chapter 1 –Forbidden

The train ride was dark and lonely, that's all the sniper knew. He was selected from a group of snipers to come to 2fort. He looked down at his two hands. Life for him has been a lonely, living hell. He was transferred from gravel pit. One of his good friends from gravel pit died a horrible, slow, bloody death and the medic could not do anything about it.

He felt a deep hatred for medics. He thought they all never did there job right.

The train came to an abrupt stop, stopping the snipers memories and causing him to look in front of him at the door. He knew this wasn't his stop, it came far too quick. He looked out the window and it revealed saw mill.

It was late at night. There were little stars out, painting the sky with small bright dots. A lone coyote gave the mood a lonely feel to everything.

His gaze returned to the door and a medic came into view. The medic wore red, unlike the sniper and he looked around for a place to sit. His eyes met with the snipers and he quickly looked away. He found a seat on the train away from the sniper and sat there, holding one thing, a dusty violin case.

The medic opened the case to make sure the small instrument wasn't damaged. It wasn't. A small smile curled at a corner of his mouth and just as fast as happiness came he looked down at it sadly. He shut the small box and sat it on his lap.

The sniper got to take an item with him. He took his bow and arrows. It was his favorite weapon and he never left anywhere without it. A question entered the snipers head, but he didn't want to get in a conversation with the medic. He wanted to ask him where he was heading, and he hoped it wasn't 2fort.

"Where are you heading?" asked the medic, his accent not too strong. The sniper looked up at the medic and pointed at him self before putting his hand down. He felt silly…he was the only other person there. He looked at the medic who had his head tilted at an angle inquisitively.

"…2fort…"the sniper said before returning his gaze at the window beside him.

"Oh…" the medic said averting his eyes. It was like he could sense the hatred erupting from the sniper in the train.

"And you?" questioned the sniper after a few awkward minutes of silence. The medic looked down at his feet.

"2fort…because ov a transfer…"

The sniper growled quietly to him self. 'Great…' he didn't want to have anything to do with this medic. He was just a shy, quiet, no good medic.

The train ride was silent. Neither of them spoke to one and other. The medic looked nervous and he twirled his gloved fingers. Suddenly the medic stood up with his violin case and walked deeper into the train, farther away from the archer. The sniper shrugged his shoulders and continued to look out the window.

Silence was soon replaced by a gloomy sounding song. The sniper knew it was a violin. The sound was almost inaudible.

Curiously, he moved in the direction the medic went and the sound of the violin got louder. He found the medic and saw he was at an opened boxcar door. His feet were dangling outside the door, hanging at the side of the train. The medic's eyes were closed as he played the song. The song picked up pace a little and slowed down near the end of the song.

"That was nice…" the sniper said, startling the medic slightly. The medic jumped and turned around to face the sniper.

"How long have you been there?" the medic said, his voice still shaking from the shock.

"A while mate…you play very well…what's the song called?" the sniper asked

The medic was silent. He looked down at the violin. He shook his head slowly.

"I just want to know…I've never heard it before." the sniper said reassuringly.

"It…it doesn't have a name…" the medic said as he turned his head away from the sniper self consciously.

"You're a bad liar you know…I know it has a name…it has to."

The medic paused and re-thought of why he played. A name for the song came up in his head. It's not great he thought…but it will do.

"…for saw mill…I hope for ze best over there…"

The sniper nodded. He looked at the bow in his hands.

"You shouldn't talk to me anymore…" the medic said suddenly. The sniper looked up from his hand fast. He could feel his head ache for raising it too fast. The sniper was shocked. He just started talking to the medic and the medic wanted him to not talk to him anymore.

"What and why not?" the sniper questioned

"Because…we are on ze opposite teams and it vill just be harder for us to do our jobs, harder for us to kill each other." the medic said, his voice no longer quaked with fear but replaced with seriousness. The sniper shook his head.

"No mate, I learned it's good to know the enemy…"

"Nein…! I vill not have the same thing happen to you as it did to ze BLU team Spy from saw mill!"

"What happened in saw mill?" the sniper asked giving the medic a reassuring hand. The medic looked into the snipers cold blue eyes with his gray-blue ones. He sighed and stood up.

"…I can't tell you." he said walking away. The sniper got up and walked towards him. He didn't like it when anyone kept secrets from him, even himself.

"Tell me…" he said menacingly touching the medic's shoulder. The medic flinched away and slapped the snipers hand away.

"Nein!" the medic said walking off faster. The sniper and the medic then began to chase each other around the train. The sniper then sprung off his feet and tackled the German medic. The medic continued to try to run away by crawling, but it was futile. The sniper held on as if for dear life.

"Tell me… I know you're hiding something." the sniper said quietly.

"You vould never understand…"

"Try me…"

"…you ah a very persistent sniper…"

"…I know…" the sniper said with a smile. The medic sighed and put the side of his head on the floor of the train feeling the train vibrate on the tracks. He mumbled something really quiet under his breath. The sniper caught some of it, but barely.

"What did you say?" the sniper questioned.

"…A…a spy used me…" the medic mumbled

"What's that suppose to mean, that has nothing to do with the spy from…so the BLU spy used you?"

The medic nodded slowly. He looked to the side again.

"I thought we had something, but he only used me to get my teams Intel…I…I never felt that bad in my entire life."

"Your…you're a poofter? You like…men?" the sniper asked. The medic nodded.

"Now I don't even know if love is worth it anymore. Especially wit all zhose backstabbing people out zhere…"

The sniper touched the medic's shoulder again and the medic flinched away again. The sniper sighed.

"You know…I thought you were a lost cause. But now that I heard your story…I may think otherwise…"

The medic looked at the sniper with sadness still etched in his eyes. The train pulled to a stop at 2fort and the sniper began to get up. He held a hand out to the medic and the medic reluctantly took it. The medic soon found himself on his feet and he got pulled into a hug. The sniper's hug was…unexpected. When the sniper released the hug the medic looked at him. The sniper smiled.

"Whatever you do, never give up on love…"

The medic stared into nothing for a slight moment and returned his eyes to the sniper. Before the sniper jumped off the train the medic gave him a hug. The then retrieved his violin and handed the case to the sniper. The sniper looked at the case, his eyes full of confusion.

"Mate…this is yours…" the sniper said holding the violin closer to the medic. The medic shook his head.

"Keep it…every time I see it, it breaks mein heart…" he bowed his head. The sniper paused. A thought entered his head. He knew what he was thinking was true.

"That song wasn't about saw mill…was it…"

"You're not just a persistent sniper…you're a smart sniper…" complimented the medic.

"What was the song about?" the sniper questioned. The medic looked up at the moon that was blocked by the clouds. He wiped a stray tear from his eye. He jumped off the train and walked to the RED side of 2fort.

"The spy…that used me…"