Medic ran across the battlefield, Medigun trained on his team's Heavy as they plowed through the BLU Team, mere ants in their path. He felt invulnerable, up until the point that Heavy's head suddenly exploded, raining skull fragments and brain matter down onto him. The laughter behind him made him turn, pulling out his Bonesaw and glaring at the BLU Demowoman. "You have nothing to laugh about."

"Are you kidding me? Your protection's dead, you don't have a gun, and I've got a grenade right here." She held it up as though he could miss it, garish as it was. "On top of that, I'm shagging your wife!"

Medic raised his eyebrows. "Tell her I said hello, then, I have not seen her in weeks."

"Wait, wha—"

The BLU Sniper took the kill before the BLU Demowoman could, and she left the spot feeling very confused.

"Don't be so upset, my dear," Medic consoled her team's Demowoman as they lay in bed together, the woman's arms wrapped tightly around her waist. "I told you at the beginning, we are not very close."

"But he just didn't seem affected at all," Demowoman said, frowning. "He just… told me to give you a greeting. Like we were talking about the weather, or just—"

"He is like that. I assure you, he was very likely just hiding his true feelings about the matter." Medic pulled Demowoman closer, although it had already seemed they were closer than should be possible, and kissed her cheek. "Let me help you forget about it, ja?"

"Oh, Medic." Demowoman laughed, brushing her hands over Medic's waist, her breast; trailing up to cup her jaw and hold it there a moment. "You're such a fucking charmer. It's dangerous…"

Medic smirked. "Says the woman who runs about with bombs all day."

"I didn't say it was a problem."

"Oh, mein Gott," Medic groaned, biting his bottom lip as he thrust back against his teammate. "Heavy—" He came; moments later, Heavy followed. When they were dressed again and in Medic's bed, Heavy stroked Medic's shoulder with a large hand.

"Doctor?"

"Ja?"

"You mentioned BLU Demowoman?"

"Oh, ja," Medic said, waving his hand carelessly. "She came up to me after you were shot, and she tried to mock me by mentioning my wife. It was nothing."

"I see." Heavy nodded slowly, pulling Medic closer almost unconsciously. "This does not bother you?"

Medic snorted, patting Heavy's broad chest as he shook his head. "Of course not. Although I do hope she delivers my greeting anyway—Ada always goes home and throws out the tea when I go too long without speaking to her. It's very annoying."

Heavy snorted and pulled Medic closer. "For sounding so cold, you still feel very warm."

"I feel so accomplished."