I haven't written fan fiction in forever. I'd like to try it out once more. Please be as brutally honest as you can when critiquing my work. I'll never get any better without it!

It was nighttime after a long hard day of killing BLUs and the locker room was full of exhausted RED members. This squadron of REDs sported a grand total of 10 members. At least so they hoped. That day where there were nine and a half was brutal and no one liked thinking about it too much... There was one of each on this particular team save for the Medic and his apprentice, a young blond haired man roughly about Scout's age with doe brown eyes and ears that had plenty of water behind them. He did not carry himself with the same regal poise that Medic did and of the two he was the one most often being revived via the Reviver. This poor man had been early on been given the title Nurse by the others and didn't quite have enough backbone to shake the name. Simply put, he was the weakest link in the chain and was well aware of it.

Naturally, it was far too dangerous to use real names and so when Scout sat down beside a shaky Nurse clutching his medigun he laughed in his cocksure manor and with a voice loud enough to announce the whole team, "Hey Nurse! If you were anymore of a girl out there on the field today I'd bet you'd grow a pair of boobs!" Nurse just held the front of his gun closer to himself and hunched over a bit more, his face burning red as the others laughed whole heartily at his expense. "Enough. Leave my apprentice alone Scout. This was a particularly rough day for him." Medic scolded the young male sternly, putting his arm around the shoulder of his student. "Come, I need help digging the shrapnel from Demo." he said in a gentler voice, giving a hard look at the others as a chorus of catcalls followed Nurse on his way out. The master doctor sighed as the door finally shut behind them, not before a final comment from Scout caused a round of laughter, "Heh, Nurse is gunna give him some of that 'special' treatment. Eh? Eh?"

"Ignore that boy, you'll get better with experience." Medic soothed, his eyes showing Nurse exactly how tired his mentor was from the day. "I doubt it..." Nurse muttered, his voice filled with self pity. He got a curious "Oh?" that goaded him into continuing. "Yes! Didn't you hear them in there? I was terrible today! I died THREE times out there. I may have gotten through all my courses without any problems but it's not the same as being out here! " Nurse gestured towards the field, blood spatter littered the ground, showing as black against the moonlight. He sighed mournfully, looking down at his gun. "I guess I'm not all that cut out for this." They walked in silence both in thought before Medic said in a musing voice, "Yes, I suppose you are not. I merely picked the wrong candidate from the academy. There was another, I'm sure, who showed near prodigious levels of intuition and skill." Nurse could hear the strong twinge of sarcasm in his mentor's voice, "It is not that you are not cut out for this, it is that you are expecting to thrive instantly and do as well here as you did there. Give yourself time. Not one of us did so well in our first weeks." The Medic finished, waggling his finger as they traveled into their office. Demo was laying upon the operating table and it would still be a long night's work yet...

BLU leader, an Engineer with close cropped brown hair that was going gray years before it was due, was mulling. His hard, grayish blue eyes were inspecting the damages that happened to their Reviver during one of his Soldiers' imbecilic spy checks went awry. It was a freak accident, the vital piece of equipment normally kept well hidden behind a reinforced concrete wall in the locker room was just spitting out their team's Heavy as the Soldier came in, blasting his rockets about the room until one managed to hit the machine through the gap. Their Doctor, an aged man with eternally tired eyes was behind him. "How bad is the damage Jack?" the man asked, his voice wary. He had been called down not long ago. "Not good, Armin, not good. Look here. See this? That's where our data is stored. This panel isn't supposed to be gaping open and one of our chips is damaged irreparably. I'm going to have to send someone home indefinitely on good conscience." Jack explained, the exhaustion showing through in his voice. He had been working for hours to fix the machine.

"We could replace the chip, call off the battle until our machine is functioning correctly. It's well within our rights to do so." Armin reasoned, knowing where this was going. "I don't trust RED enough to listen to a cease fire. It's just asking for trouble. Without that chip, well, the person it belongs to won't revive. They'll be dead, Armin. Dead for good." There was an edge to Jack's voice, he was protective of his men. "I suppose you expect me to be packed up and gone that means?" the Doctor's voice held an anger to it, defying his leader. Jack removed his helmet and wiped his brow off with his sleeve. "That's the thing, I don't know if it's yours Armin. I want you to take the best damn care of everyone here you ever have until I go through and find out which of us has to go. I don't think we should tell the others yet, it'll effect their performance and we can't have that. It'll guarantee things ending badly. I'll try to delay the next battle, but the RED can't find out about this." Jack's eyes bore into Armin's pleading with his Doctor to keep things from falling apart all around them. Hesitantly the Doctor replied, "I'll try my best Leader."

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The next morning was a blessing for BLU as the rain poured down in torrential amounts. Jack deemed it an answer to his prayers. With the rain, no battle would occur for this day. RED would stay inside their base and go about their business. It didn't keep his Sniper, Pierce, from scanning the grounds with his scope in hopes of a target. Their Soldier, Len was trying to get the Scout, Stan, to do his chores, the latter avoiding the blue coated headache like the plague. It provided Jack little amusement to watch his Scout slide down their gutter from the top floor down to ground level in a haphazardly and reckless manner. Neither of the two could understand what the matter was when their Leader came tramping up to Stan and all but physically assaulted the boy in his anger for such a stunt. Any other day he would have patted the Scout on the back and praise him for such feats. "Geeze! what's crawled up Leader's ass and died?"

This bad mood followed him as he entered the mess hall. Armin was there, gingerly handing a coffee mug over to their Demo, who took it as if it were some vital piece to his existence. He could sympathize, his own caffeine withdrawal was causing him one smarting headache that made it impossible to work anymore. "Ah, Leader, guten morgen. How are things?" the Doctor asked pleasantly. Jack could hear the hidden question; was everything back to normal yet? "They've been better Doc, I'm no where near finished with that project. Thank god for rainy days huh?" he answered, rubbing at the back of his neck whilst making to sit down in one of the unoccupied seats. A cup was handed to him shortly after and he gruffed out a 'thanks'. "Yes. Thank Gott..." Armin said in a voice betraying his feelings on the matter. He was still upset thinking about losing a single man on their team.

What be the problem? Could I help ye out?" their demo asked after a long swig. "No. No this is something only I'm specialized in. Thanks." Jack waved his hand dismissively, he couldn't afford the distraction the Demolitionist would surely cause. "Eh, it's ye loss, Jack." the Scotsman shrugged. Jack simply finished his cup and went back to work.

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Rain, it was a blessing to RED's Nurse. He would never gripe about one less battle, one less chance at being killed again and again. No, this was a good thing and it lifted his spirits. That wasn't the sentiments of other members of his team. Members that were far more vocal about their opinions than he could dream. "Aw man! How much longer is it going to rain!? Seriously, I have not had any action in forever!" whined Scout melodramatically as he sat heavily down upon one of the crates overlooking the same window, the young medic was. "Action will come for us again soon enough." the young man told his peer idly, looking over his medigun with a doctor's keen eye. "Huh? Pft, yeah, but not soon enough Nursey." the other muttered grumpily. The Scout's eyes looked out the window for a few more moments as the silence began to build up around them. The sounds of the medigun being twiddled with and the pattering of rain beating upon the glass was all that the bored youth could hear. It was driving him nuts! He watched Nurse, whom looked contented to do nothing but mess with that stupid gun of his all day, and a sly smile crept upon his face. "Oh Nursey-boy~! You should entertain me." he sing-sang at the wimp. Nurse looked flustered and his hands lost their methodical motions in favor of more fidgety movements. Bingo; instant amusement. With a smirk plastered to his face Scout got up and leaned in close to the other. He reveled in how the wuss squirmed from the proximity they were now in. "Oh what's the matter Nursey? Am I too much for you? Don't worry bout that... Let me do the worrying for you now." he purred running his hand across Nurse's face. Wide eyes greeted him, and a face priceless in how red it was.

"I-I-I'm afraid I-I'm not.. I'm not g-gay S-s-scout. I'm not gay!" the young man stuttered, utterly flustered now. "Oh you think I'm gay now do ya?!" Scout rose to the baited challenge and swung his thin yet strong arm around Nurse's neck, trapping him in a headlock. The medigun fell to the ground with a clang and the other struggled in the hold he found himself in. Scout laughed heartily as he cut the man's air supply on and off with a bordering on sadistic glee. "What is it that you are doing to Doctor's apprentice?" a surly voice gruffed from behind the pair. It held all the command of a growling mastiff; big and powerful. Scout squeaked and let go of the young medic as if he had been scalded. "Eh, nothing Heavy, nothing at all. Seriously he and I were just playin'! Joking around you know?" he chuckled nervously. "Ah a joke, those are very funny. But why is it that I find our young medic not laughing?" the large man crossed his arms, eyes boring holes into the lithe man who looked like an errand child caught in the act of something naughty. "Him? He's not laughing?" Scout looked to the side where Nurse was sitting on the ground, coughing fitfully and holding his throat. "Ha ha ha oh! He's not laughing because he laughed too much already! Right Nurse?" he chuckled nervously. The others reply was to just keep coughing. "Eh... gotta go! See ya!" Scout chirped before sprinting away, leaving the two in his wake. "Stupid boy. Come on you. It could not have been so bad." Heavy humphed at the healer. "Thank you..." the other breathed in a wispy gasp. Scout had done far more choking than not. Weakly he stood up and retrieved his gun. "Hm, you should take better care of your gun. It will not take care of you in return if you treat it so disrespectfully. They are like women; treat them well and they'll give you their best but treat them like they have no value and they'll shut down and leave you in the worst situations." Heavy lectured Nurse harshly. "Y-yes sir..." the young man looked downwards shamefully. Heavy thumped him across the back painfully in an overzealous display of comfort. "Relax! You are too tense, young doctor! I kid. It was joke, funny no?" the man guffawed . A light tittering laugh came from Nurse, "Y-yes. Funny joke. Funny." The Heavy, now seemingly satisfied left him to go back to whatever task he was preforming. It would be a while before Nurse's hand regained their methodical ways once more.

Author's notes: There we go, chapter one complete. How did you like? Should I continue or is this doomed for failure? Review! :3