Some Things aren't shared

Team Blu had finished a mission an hour ago, winning, they had returned to base where they celebrated with beer and Engineer's meat-pie. Spy and Soldier had already left, not much for spending time with others; soon Medic stood as well as he had finished.

"I think it time I return to my courters. Goodnight."

"Night." everyone chorused.

Medic turned and left. In that moment Scout noticed something fall from the Medic's lab coat.

"Yo Doc!" he called, standing. "You dropped something," he said and picked it up.

Scout paused, it was a picture in black and white of a man who looked strangely like Soldier without a helmet who had a boy on his shoulder whom was smiling through cuts and bruises. Scout look to the Medic.

"What's this?" he asked curiously; the others paused to hear, interested.

Medic took the picture, looking at it before smiling. "I had forgotten I put this in my pocket," he said softly. "This is me and a soldier from 1945, just hours after he and his men had saved my people from a concentration camp; time doesn't tell me the name."

Scout was shocked. "You. A Jew? In a Camp?" he sputtered.

Medic nodded, taking a seat in his chair again. "I wasn't a Jew though. I was born and raised in one of few villages that was tolerate of homosexuality in Germany. When Hitler learned of it he arrested everyone and marked us as homosexuals or accomplices of the devil for accepting them. That was in 1941, I believe I was five at the time."

Scout stood behind him, looking at the picture. "And the man."

Medic smiled fondly. "He is the one is rescued me and others just before we were to be gassed; he told me I was a free German that day, taught me how to live in the world. He could of went home to America but he chose to stay with me until they found me a family," he replied.

"You remember his name?" Denoman asked.

Medic paused before snapping his fingers. "Master Sergeant Jonathon McGalliger!"

"What?!"

Everyone jumped, looking towards the doorway where Soldier stood standing, his head poking through the door.

"What?" Medic asked, confused.

Soldier huffed. "Guess I'm hearing things," he grumbled. "Could of sworn I heard my name."

Scout frowned and then started. "John McGalliger?" he inquired.

"Jr," Soldier nodded.

Scout snatched the photo and marched up to Soldier before Medic could protest. "You know this dude?" he asked, holding the photo to Soldier's face.

Soldier pulled his head back and took the photo in irritation; he looked at it and then grinned. "That's my father. Jonathon McGalliger Sr.," Soldier paused and then gasped in surprise. "Oh I remember this picture."

Medic frowned. "You do?" he asked curiously.

Soldier nodded. "My pa brought this photo home in 1946, puts it next to the picture of me and himself on the nightstand; told me that if I met this kid we'd be best friends," he chuckled.

Everyone froze and looked at Medic in surprise/shock but the doctor only chuckled and stood. Soldier looked at him.

"Where did you get this?" he asked curiously.

Medic rubbed his neck. "An old friend gave it to me the day he died not long after he was rescued from a concentration camp. If you know the two then you may have it."

Soldier smiled at the picture before hardening and looked at the Medic. "Well don't expect a thank you Nazi Maggot!" he barked before turning and marching out.

Everyone looked at Medic incredulously. "Why didn't you tell him?" Scout shrieked.

Medic chuckled and walked towards the doorway. "I like the relationship we share already," he said simply and left.

Everyone couldn't help but think differently of their sadistic medic.