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I have a lot of stories I need to work on, I know. But this won't leave me alone until I write it. I hope I get a lot of reviews. That makes me update faster. I can't write accents which I apologize for. I tried and it didn't work. Just use your imagination when it comes to them speaking.

It All Started With Some Fries

Summary: (Blue Medic/Red Heavy) It all started at a bar. When he offered me a fry, I found myself opening up to him. Never before had I felt so comfortable with another human being since my bitch of a wife left with the kids. Not even my own team can get close to me. Yet, the enemy Heavy had somehow found his way through my shields. What does this mean?

Chapter 1

Life; it was a game of chance. It was a well known fact that life was but a complicated game. One that was impossible to beat for it always got you in the end. One had to cheat to get anywhere in this game. Throughout life, you learn it's many rules that has been supplied. They are rules that are told to you as you grew but you never truly learn them until they hit you and you fall on your ass. A few are simple and quick to learn, but at a very painful cost. One is "True love doesn't exist." a foolish notion to even begin with. Another is: "Nothing is free" That is one of the first ones you learn. And finally, "Life isn't fair." Surprisingly, that is one of the rules that is harder to accept and learn. Many have to suffer multiple times before they finally understand it. Throughout his twenty-six years of living, he had to learn those the hard way, at the cost of his wife and children. That ungrateful bitch. Because of this, Klus lived in solitude as a hermit, constantly harassed by the neighbors kids or bothered by well-wishers. He had hoped that when he moved to America, in that secluded small town of his careful choosing, that he'd be left alone. But he was apparently wrong. It turned out that the town he moved in was one of those towns where everybody knew everyone and festivals crowed the streets each holiday or celebration.

Klus never went to those get-togethers; choosing to avoid people as much as he could. The town-folk tried to get him to come to the festivals at every chance they got, which is one reason he joined Blu; to get away from those who spoke too much How unfortunate for him that he'd get stuck with a team that never shut up. It was lucky that they hardly ever paid him any attention and that they'd rather interact with each other. The only time they'd seem to bother him was when they'd get hurt due to these said "interactions". He hated his team and they seemed to hate him too. Sure, they were friendly in their own ways when he was first arrived but quickly backed off when they discovered what he was like. It wasn't like he cared. He didn't care what was said behind his back. In all honestly, he'd rather they spoke about him behind his back rather than to his face. To Klus, it made things easier and meant that there was no relationship between him and his team other than utter hatred. He knew they considered him stupid and annoying. They'd even often complain how grating his voice got on their nerves. Engineer never joined in their hate for Klus and would often try to defend him against the harsh whispers of the other team mates. Personally, Klus knew that the man was too damn polite and kindhearted for his own good. He often wondered what a man like that was doing here rather than spend his time with his wife and kids that he missed so much. Aside from him, the only one who even gave him a moment's notice and a nice comment from his team was Soldier. But that was only because the deranged man thought Medic was a woman.

Even so, they all avoided him but none hated him more than the blue Heavy. It wasn't the fact that Klus was German; it was the fact that the Medic existed that made the large Russian man hate him, this much he knew. Vlad just hated him for that simple fact. That's it. The second Klus first got in the man's sight, the large Russian gave a look of utter disgust on his face. The medic tended to avoid Vlad when not on the battle field. To him, the Russian was nothing more than a big meat shield, no more. But because the Heavy made no move to protect the medic whom was healing him from the Red, he sometimes abandoned the man to protect himself. Every once in turn, for revenge, he never alerted the Heavy of the Red Spy around them. The Spy would stab the large man before turning to Klus and nodding a "Thanks" to him before vanishing, leaving Klus to the elements of bullets, bombs, and rockets. When he woke up in respawn, he caught sight of the Heavy who snarled at him, making Klus smirk. Despite the pain of dying and respawning, the result was worth it.

Groaning, Klus rubbed his face; his back aching from holding the medigun for hours on end. As he sat at his desk, he shuffled through his paperwork that went over his team. Closing the folder on Scout's medical history and mental problems, he leaned back in hi seat, removing his glasses so he could rub the corners of his eyes. Sighing, he placed them back on his face, he glanced over at the clock on the wall. A quarter to eight. He gave a quiet snort. With how bad the day had gone, losing and dying all day, he could use a drink and it was a day off tomorrow. Maybe being drunk and forgetting how his life was for a night was a good idea before he acted on his urge to strangle everybody. A blur of white fur jumped on his desk, laying out on the file that Klus had just closed before staring at him, purring as she rolled on her back. Smiling, the medic chuckled quietly as he gave his cat a pet on the head. The black patch over the cat's eyes giving the impression of a racoon's mask.

"Behave while I'm gone, Mask. Daddy's going out for a drink tonight. Don't let them hurt you." He cooed to his feline, standing up, pulling the file lightly from under the feline, who gave a noise of surprise as she rolled on her belly and bolted off the desk, sparing Klus a look of irritation and a swish of her tail. He just laughed at this. "I'm sorry little one. But I can't let this sit out for all to see. Despite my hate, I have to respect my team's privacy...That and if Scout found out that someone took this and read it, he'd never leave us alone." Going over to the file cabinet, he placed the file in its proper place before closing the cabinet and locked it. Placing the key, he went out the back exit of the base. It wasn't originally there but he had complained enough that the Engineer went ahead and put it there so the medic wouldn't have to interact with the team as he left.

The bar that Klus went to was a small place that could fit around one hundred and twenty-five people in it. He had been there a few times. Enough for the bar tenders, whoever was working that moment, to know his face and order the second he walked in. Jacky was the bar tender tonight and she greeted him with a smile and a wave as he sat down at the bar. The place wasn't as crowded as it usually was but it had enough people in it for it to get a little loud. The place was a little dark but that was normal with it's dark wooded walls and dark red carpet and seat cushions.

"Hi, Klus." She greeted, pulling a bottle from the shelf and offering it to him. "Your usual today?" Shaking his head, he rubbed his hand through his long black hair. "Nein. I want to actually get wasted this time. Just give me a vodka, bitte." Jack nodded and placed the bottle back on the shelf and went to get his order. "Imported or the American brand?" She called out, holding two bottles in her hand. Klus hummed. "Imported." he answered, watching her nod and place the American Vodka back. There was movement beside him and he almost jumped out of his skin as a large Heavy sat beside him with a smile on his face. This must have been the Red Heavy. Vlad never smiled at him. He was wearing a dark gray t-shirt and tan pants. He looked so casual compared to the medic; who was wearing his dress shirt, brown vest and blue tie with his brown dress pants that went passed his belly button and his nice boots.

"Good choice. The American vodka is so watered down that it can hardly be called vodka at all." The Heavy cheered with a booming voice and finished with a bellowing laugh that made Klus' body shiver from the deep rumble. Klus said nothing. He couldn't bring himself to as he scowled and glared at the bottles in front of him on the shelves. Looking around for Jacky and not finding her with his drink, he continued to glare at the glass cylinders ahead of him. There was a jab on his side as the Red Heavy elbowed him, gaining the Blue Medic's attention. On the man's face was the biggest smile Klus had ever seen on a Heavy. "What has the alcohol done to gain that face?" He asked jokingly. Klus just continued to scowl. "It's not the alcohol that has gained this face." He muttered to himself, looking away, making sure the Heavy didn't hear him. The last thing he wanted was a brawl with a member of the other team that was strong enough to break him in half.

Jacky appeared in front of him with the bottle and a shot glass in hand. She quickly set them down on the bar. "I am really sorry about the wait. Our bottle opener went missing a while ago and I had to hunt for the one in the back." She apologized. He just hummed and waved her away. "Danke." He thanked blandly, ignoring the glass, he took a small gulp from the bottle, making a face at the burn the alcohol gave as it went down his throat. She sighed and went to the other customers in the bar. There was no conversation between the two enemies as they drank, the Heavy having a plate of fries he was eating with his drink. "So, you're Blue." The Heavy stated, making Klus freeze in place, with the bottle on his lips, vodka threatening to fall out from between his lips. Breath hitched, he waited for the Heavy to continue. "Never thought I'd see a Blue in this place, what with the coloring." He motioned to the carpet and walls. Hesitant, he set the bottle down and took small yet quick breaths as his heart beat rapidly in his chest. "Ah, ja. I don't mind the color. It's a nice setting. Especially if you're trying to forget it all."

The Heavy gave a deep throated chuckle as he took a big mouthful of his drink, neither of them were looking at the other. "True." The Heavy stated, setting his glass down. "What exactly are you trying to forget?" Klus found himself staring at the heavy with surprise, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. The other man turned to him and gave a small understanding smile. "I'm not stupid. I can tell." Once again, Klus was scowling and he turned back around for the third time in the past ten minutes. He took another small sip. "Everything." He dared a big gulp, almost spitting it out with the fire in his mouth. He just barely managed to swallow it, half expecting the enemy heavy to laugh at him, but no laughter came. Klus grumbled. "I hate people." He said more to himself than anything. The heavy just responded with a hum and finished his drink. Going back to his fries, he offered one to the blue medic who just stared at it then at him. "The fries are good here. You try them, da?" Klus didn't answer but he did accept the fry, nibbling it tenderly. He wasn't all that hungry but it wouldn't hurt to try it, right? Right.

"It's ok. Not as good as other places." He muttered, taking another nibble on it. There was a chuckle. "True," The heavy agreed. "But these fill you up." He looked down at his plate. "Could use more salt but our medic forbids me from eating extra salt. He says that I'm close to a stroke or a heart attack with my age and how much I use on my food." Klus found a smile slowly form on his face as he nibbled on the fry. It wasn't the story that the Red Heavy was telling him, but the fact that the man was comfortable enough to tell him this. It was a little...relaxing. "You know that respawn could fix anything that a stroke or heart attack does to you, ja?"

He watched the smile grow on the Heavy's face. "Da. But our medic says that he'd rather us not have to go through respawn if it's something he could fix. That, and he said that I'd benefit from this "no salt" diet in the future." Klus chuckled, an action that surprised him. "That is true. You'll lead a healthier life after the war is over." His fry was gone now and the Heavy's plate was slowly becoming empty. In a last effort to keep the other man there, he asked "Can I have another?" Never before had he felt this comfortable around another human since his wife left him like the slut she was, taking the twins with her. The Heavy gave him a fry with no hesitation. As he nibbled on the fry, he gave the Heavy a side glance. "You know, you're comfortable to be around. I thought that's I'd be on edge since you're a Red." He pause before his eyes went wide and he stuttered "By Red I mean the company, I swear." Despite his fear, the Heavy just gave a rumbling laugh. "I know what you mean, do not worry. I'm not offended." The Russian assured, patting the blue medic's shoulder comfortably.

"But I have to admit, I could say the same for you. I never thought I would be speaking to a Blue. Not that there's anything wrong about it." The man held out a huge hand to Klus. "My name is Misha." Klus just stared the the hand in surprise before looking up at the smiling face with a quirked eyebrow. "'Bear'? Your name means bear?" The hand dropped and the Heavy laughed again. "Not exactly but is close enough. There is a nickname that those close to me that means bear. It is very difficult to explain for me since my English isn't as good as I'd like it to be." Klue snorted. "Your English is very good considering you probably didn't have a lot of time to learn it before being brought here." He looked away from the heavy, halting in his eating. "Is it wise to give your name to the enemy? They could use you or get close to you." He trailed off, in thought of the issues that giving a name could bring. Misha's large, warm hand rested on his shoulder as he looked back up to the man, looking deeply in the man's warm blue eyes.

"Is true that giving a name to the enemy is a bad thing. But it is just us here. And I trust you." the blue almost snorted. No one trusted Klus. No one had a reason to. "Trust. That's such a fragile thing to break but can be extremely strong." He muttered, grabbing his bottle. Bringing it to his lips, he whispered "You just met me." Then he took a drink, waiting for Misha's response. The hand vanished from his shoulder to go to his chin gently and forced him to look in the Heavy's eyes. The Russian wasn't mad, instead, a look of understanding covered his face and shone in his eyes. "You have soft eyes. Very much like my sisters. They are very strong, could take down ten bears. And bears in Russia are much larger than the ones here, at least the ones near my home are. But they all have the same look in their eyes. Can see soul from them."

Not liking where the conversation was heading, Klus yanked his head from the hand and went to take a drink but the same hand took a hold of his face again. "I am sorry." The Heavy apologized as he once again forced Klus to look in his eyes. "I did not mean to make you uncomfortable. But I am honest. I am sorry for your pain. I want to be your friend, if you will let me." The hand left and for once, Klus didn't know what to do. What did one to in a situation like this? Twice, Misha had placed his hand on the medic's face in an intimate yet tender was. How did one react? How did one respond? Not once had he been in a situation like this. His legs screamed for him to run but his brain told him to stay. "I-I..." He stuttered before turning to the bottles and taking a large drink, feeling a rough buzz and his mind going foggy. "I-I am Kl-Klus." He stuttered once again, mind a bit fuzzy. He risked a look at Misha, who was smiling at him.

"Klus." Misha whispered, testing the name on his tunge making his voice rumble with his thick accent, causing Klus to shiver as the deep voice seemed to almost be purring. "Is a good name. It suits you very well." the Blue medic felt his face grow warm and a shy smile flood his face. "Danke." He replied timidly, facing Misha. "Your name suits you as well. I rather enjoy hanging out with you." He didn't know where that last part came from. Maybe it was the alcohol. Or maybe deep down, he wanted to have at least one friend in the shit life he was living in. Another rumbling laugh from the Red Heavy. "Da, I do too. We do this again some time. I have to be going. I've been here for six hours." The man finished with his meal, placing money on the counter for Jacky to get. As the Heavy stood up, Klus found himself grabbing the Russian's arm in a desperate attempt to keep him there longer.

"Don't leave." Klus whispered quietly, begging clear in his voice. The large hands of Misha took his tenderly. "I am afraid I have to. But I will tell you what. We meet back here around the same time tomorrow? Seven or so?" The medic blinked, fishing through his pockets and pulled out a folded paper and his favorite pen. He shoved them to the Heavy. "Write it down. I won't remember. Not how I am now." He slurred. Misha snorted in good humor. "Is for the best I suppose." As Misha wrote down the information for tomorrow, he handed the paper and pen back to Klus who pocketed them with a smile. With a wave goodbye, the Red Heavy left the bar, leaving Klus there, eating his fry with the biggest smile on his face he had in a long time.

A/N: How was it? I hope it was long enough for now. R&R!