AN: Okay so a few things. First of all: This isn't my writing. This story is from Dragongirl404 it's called Medic! Working title and she decided to discontinue it so I'm gonna pick up where she left off. Also Mclawliet is writing another version of this story too. Don't worry we aren't stealing we cleared it with her so its fine
Second: Im gonna change a few things. I'm only gonna continue the girl part cause yaoi isn't really my thing. Im also only gonna continue the half of the story where you choose to go with Medic cause if did both its like writing two stories in one, and even though Dragongirl404 did it I don't think i could.
Third: The respawn is only active during a battle, outside of battle the team can die.
Lastly: All of the chapters up to chapter 7 are gonna be directly pasted from the original story. I didnt change anything in the original chapters. So these are all the AA chapters from the original story.
Disclaimer: TEAM FORTRESS 2 BELONGS TO VALVE! Now finally Enjoy the story.
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"Medic!" you call from where you lie, bleeding on the battlefield from a bullet wound you'd taken from a sniper to the calf. If you hadn't seen him at his post just before he'd fired his rifle, you'd be respawning about now. You hear heavy, crunching footfalls coming toward you, and you're relieved to see the German veteran. He looks you over briefly, then pulls the trigger on his medigun.
"That should hold you until I can get you back to meine office," he tells you, his accent heavy, scooping you up into his arms, running in zigzags across the battlefield and back to your base. He lays you gently on a cold, metal table and rustles through a refrigerator, finally finding what he was looking for several excruciating moments later. Already you can feel the effects of the medigun wearing off. "This will only hurt for a minute," he says, turning to you, flicking the syringe in his hand to rid it of air bubbles. You gulp, looking warily at the oversized needle. He chuckles. "What, are you afraid of a little needle?" he croons, stroking your hair with the back of his glove, "I would think that after running around dodging bullets and fire all day, this should be nothing for you!"
You bite your lip, trying to be brave. What he said made sense, but you'd always been weak around needles. You squeeze your eyes shut, and are surprised to feel a mask descend over your nose and mouth. "I may be insane, but I am not a cruel man," you hear Medic say before the anesthesia knocks you out.
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"Wakey wakey! You're all patched up!" Medic calls, his voice penetrating the drug-induced fog. You groan, but reluctantly open your eyes. "You slept through the last of the day's battles," he informs you, "You are, of course, free to go to your bunk, but I would encourage you to stay with me for the night," he continues, raising a questioning eyebrow at you.
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