First, I'd like to say this story is not finished. I've never written stories before and I wrote it while I was in school because I was bored as hell! I don't have the exact idea of the plot yet, which is why it may seem confusing at times (what happened to Spy?, for instance), but I wanted to upload what I have so far to see if someone might like it, and if it'd be worth it to expand the story and continue it. Please leave constructive criticism if you wish, and good things to say too so I can know what I'm doing right. Thank you!
Chapter 1.
"You can tell me anyzing, Herr Spy" Medic softly said while half raising his left eyebrow. He gulped and continued while Spy fixated his eyes on the floor: "… I may not be licensed anymore, but technically I am still a doctor, and am vowed to keep everything about both your physical and emotional health as confidential".
"Are you also a psychologist, Docteur? What did you do to lose that license, hm?" Spy asked satirically and with an amused smile.
Medic frowned, but ultimately let out a smirk. "Many men believe zat suppressing emotions translates to strength… Zat looking for help makes zem weak. I digress, Herr Spy. Seeking help provides comfort and shows great strength for admitting one is not invincible. Zat one is capable of need. You know vhere to find me, Herr Spy, if you change your mind". Medic finished as he turned his back and whistled; it was his way of calling Archimedes. The bird flew over to his master's shoulder and cooed at him. Medic gently sat down to continue his paperwork, while Spy started heading for the door, lingering to the words the Medic just spoke. "One is not invincible. One is capable of need". He frowned but tilted his head and softly whispered "Thank you, Docteur".
Chapter 2.
Spy spent the rest of the evening on his smoking room, drinking his fine scotch while reading a book, but he was unable to concentrate as Medic's words were still lingering in the back of his mind. It was weird. For some reason he couldn't shake these words out. He saw such honesty and gentleness in Medic; a genuine care he didn't expect from the man. It was strange. He always saw him as a madman; sometimes at random hours throughout the day when the base was quiet, the team could hear Medic laughing maniacally while locked in the Med-bay, but no one knew why. No one dared to ask why, not even Heavy or Engineer, who were the Medic's closest friends. Because of this, because of his cold calculations and logic on the battlefield, because of the rumours of how he lost his medical license, he didn't expect Medic to be so caring, so gentle. So… human. Specially to him. Few people on the team trusted Spy; even though he was on their team, some of them still saw him as a treacherous "snake". He was lonely, he wanted company but nobody on his team seemed to care. Except for the Medic. He could see something was wrong with Spy, and he cared. He wanted to help. For this, Spy was curious about the man. He wanted to talk to him, be around him. Not to discuss his personal matters, but to study him.
At nightfall he decided to cloak his way to the Med-bay. He felt somewhat guilty for spying on his own Medic, but he just wanted to watch him. He didn't want to make conversation or the Medic to notice him, so cloaking was his best bet. He was approaching the Med-bay's door through the hall when he heard a gentle, warm and surprisingly good singing. He couldn't understand what the lyrics were, it was being sung in a foreign language. German, by the sound of it. Spy carefully listened and involuntarily smiled because he knew who the voice belonged to. He was quite surprised at how well the Medic sang, how soft his voice was while singing when he can laugh like a lunatic on the battlefield. It was nice to hear for a change. He approached more; dammit. The door was closed. How was he going to get in without alerting the Doctor? Even while cloaked the door had to open to let him in, so how was he going to get in? What if the Medic caught him somehow? This was probably a bad idea. The Spy was trying to find a way in, but he couldn't help but stop to listen to the Medic; his voice was too distracting. The Doctor kept on singing until he stopped by saying something. Was it to himself? Was someone with him? The innate roughness of his mother tongue was masqueraded by Medic's soft-spoken and warm voice. He let out a whistle followed by a phrase. "Herkommen, Archimedes!" Spy heard. Archimedes. What did the Doctor see in that damned thing? He loved his doves, but Archimedes was the first he found and the one he tamed best, so he held that dove in particular in the highest regard and affection. The bird followed him everywhere, and the Medic always caressed the dove with deep fondness in his eyes, every time. The thing even ate breakfast with him sometimes! Spy suddenly felt irked but didn't know why. Was it because Medic was able to feel more compassion towards a mere bird than towards human beings? He was able to murder the REDs without flinching, but freaked over Archimedes not eating for half a day. Or was it because the German preferred its company over that of his teammates? Spy thought for a bit and then chuckled at his own hypocrisy, since he mostly loathed being with the team himself. And then a sudden realisation hit him. What the hell was he doing there? He was literally stalking his own Medic, rejoicing over his singing and getting irked over the special treatment he gave to his dove. He never felt he cared about the Medic before as more than an asset to the team, so why is he interested in him now, out of the blue? He felt ridiculous trying to spy and watch the Medic, he usually didn't mind invading his teammates' privacy, but for some reason, he felt bad about invading Medic's. He uncloaked and left to his room. Once he got there, he sighed and raised a brow at how strange it was for him to leave like that. He usually liked to spy on his teammates and see what they did, so he could more or less know what they were up to and what they liked doing. There wasn't much to do in the base besides killing, so spying was his only hobby. He never felt bad about it, and yet this one time he wanted to spy on the Doctor, he couldn't manage. And he couldn't understand why. He stripped from his suit, locked his door just in case and took off his mask. He headed towards the bathroom, washed his face and drenched his hair. He took a good look at himself in the mirror and was pleased with what he saw. At least he still had his good looks.
He headed straight to bed wearing only briefs, but he couldn't sleep. He felt so lonely. He considered most of his teammates to be idiots, but at least they socialised with each other and gave each other company. They'd drink and laugh, they messed around, they were idiots; but at least they were idiots together. The Sniper kept mostly to himself all his life and even he was able to enjoy himself around the boys. Spy couldn't. Nobody trusted him, they all just trusted in his abilities on the battlefield. Nothing more, nothing less. Because of this none of them except for the Engineer at times tried to talk to him. For this he felt lonely, like he had no one to rely on. He was okay with it at first but after all these years it's getting tiring. He wishes he had someone; a friend, a confidant, or simply a field-partner. He looked at the clock; 00:49 AM. He felt emptiness in his heart and sighed deeply, annoyed because he couldn't sleep and because he allowed these feelings to get to him. It took him a while, but by two in the morning he was able to get some shut-eye.
Chapter 3.
Spy woke up up and rubbed his eyes while he let out a big yawn. He felt the sun's warm rays embrace his skin and his first reaction was to turn around to sleep some more. He opened his eyes again, sat up straight quickly as he remembered he didn't leave his alarm on last night. What time was it? He glanced at the clock and sighed in relief: 6:58 AM. Later than usual, but still early enough. His eyes felt tired and he had a slight headache. He feels he barely slept at all and he's going to start a new day already even though he's just as exhausted as the last. His kukri wound wasn't helping much either. He stood up slowly while pressing his right hand against his left rib, and groaned a little from the pain. He was surprised at Medic's handiwork, though. No scars, no bruises and no evidence of any cuts even though yesterday his body was bruised and beaten to a bloody pulp. And yet he still felt the aftermath of the enemy Sniper's beating.
He headed towards the bathroom and took a leak. He closed his eyes and let his mind wander, trying to get himself ready for yet another day. He finished and flushed, he washed his hands and then his face. He looked at himself for slightly longer than last night, and observed his features. He had reddish brunette hair, prominent blushy cheeks, a somewhat long nose with thin lips and black circles accompanied his deep blue eyes. He was a fairly handsome man, the type of man who'd make a few women turn their heads on the street. This is something he always took much pride in.
He turned the shower's handle and let the water run for it to be the perfect warm, steamy temperature he enjoys showering with. He pulled a clean suit from his closet, and carefully folded his dirty clothes from last night. He grabbed his towel and headed towards the bathroom again. He gently stripped from his briefs so he wouldn't hurt his ribs too much. The simple act of bending a little made him groan. He stepped in the shower and a pleasant moan escaped from his mouth as soon as he felt the warm water make contact with his skin and as the steam thawed his face. After he was done showering and dressing up, he left to the kitchen hoping no one would be there. With a headache and painful ribs, the least he wanted was to deal with his obnoxious teammates. Unfortunately for him, there was someone. The kitchen reeked of fresh brewed coffee and Spy's appetite was starting to blossom. He was still annoyed because he knew he'd have to deal with someone, mostly because of how early it was and because of his headache and bodily ache though. That was until he saw who was in the kitchen. It was the Medic. He softly gasped and felt relieved; he liked the Doctor so it wouldn't be as irking as it'd usually be. Besides, he could save time by asking him for painkillers now. Before he got close enough for the German to notice him, he observed him and his every move. He was a very good looking man; black, smooth and well groomed hair, a fine nose with a defined jawline, fair, clear skin and about the most piercing blue eyes he's ever seen. The Medic was drinking his coffee while he read a small book which was on the counter.
He took a few steps forward and greeted the Medic with a clear voice. "Good morning, Docteur." The Medic turned his head and smiled politely at Spy. "Ah, good morning zhere, Herr Spy!" Spy listened to the reply as he opened the mugs' cabinet. Medic turned his body now to face him. "How are you feeling zis morgen? Better?" Spy answered as he grabbed his mug and poured himself some coffee "Oui, Docteur. Feeling the aftermath of that filthy bushman's beating, but quite well". He continued while looking at his mug and as he put cream on his coffee "And how are you, mon ami? Stayed up late, I presume, non?" Medic sipped from his coffee as he listened to Spy, his eyes fixated on the man. "Ja, zese reports vont fill zemselves" Spy chuckled as he took a sip and now looked at the Doctor. "Life of ze Doctor". Medic smiled and Spy leaned against the counter, not knowing what else to say. He looked forward and avoided looking at the Medic, but he could feel the German's eyes fixated on him. He started to feel uncomfortable. "What?" he said calmly as he looked at the Doctor. "Vhat about vhat?" quickly spewed the Medic. "You are staring at me, Docteur. So, what?" Medic hesitated but gave in with an answer. "Vell, no reason. I'm going back to ze Med-bay now. Come see me if you require assistance. And eat. You cannot-" "… Live just on coffee. Oui, you tell me quite often" interrupted Spy. The Medic gave half a smile and turned his back to leave. As he was leaving, Spy raised his voice "Docteur, wait!" and Medic quickly turned back with a hopeful look. "Ja, Herr Spy?" Spy got closer "I have a slight headache and my ribs are in a great deal of pain. Is there a chance you could give me some painkillers?" The Doctor's hopeful look faded "Is zere anything else?" Spy raised an eyebrow at his answer "Non…" he replied. "That is it".
"Vell, then. You can come with me to ze Med-bay".