Well, fianlly I am able to update! Hope everyone had Good Holidays and lotsa love!
THIS story should have been written a MONTH ago as a request and...I APOLOGIZE, LESKAY! D: So much woooork.
But now it's finally written, for the most part, and I hope it is acceptable XD
ENJOY!
The Decoy. Possibly the most selfless job in 2Fort, besides the Medic, that involves risking your life to save another's. Basically, the job has you following the Intelligence, mainly the ones carrying it until they've reached the base's head quarters. You've lost count of how many times you had to throw your body in front of showering bullets, flowering flames, and invisible back stabs. Ever since you entered 2Fort, you have made it a daily routine to worm around the others to meet the Medic in his quarters for last minute healing. And every time you met those blue eyes you could see that bastard German taunting you silently before doing so audibly:
"Oh~ Look at these baby vounds! Vould you like a 'band-aid' for this simple scrape?" His snarky face would twist into an evil smile and you would return a glare before shoving your injury into his face. As far as friends go, he was your closest thing to one in this prison and you knew better than to be 'disrespectful' to him. He'd chuckle lowly in his throat and stitch up your cuts or holes in seconds. And always, always, after a checkup he'd slide a finger up your back and marvel at your scar tissue before telling you to never quit your job.
On the field, it was essential for you to be responsive to everything you heard and felt. Your pay was a few bucks more than your team mates because you were an experiment in motion. The company's been doing research about the human emotions and natural will in battle, but since none of the members had that emotion or will they chose an outsider for the job. Like the Scout, you were produced with a headphone for your audio responses. Later you learned that he was supposed to be the 'responder' but slowly drifted from that and slowly you began to see why.
"Alright, MAGGOTS!" Soldier's boots kicked up dirt dramatically, slowly becoming a distraction to becoming your full attention. "We lost the INTEL, to the Blue-Pansies!" Your eyes followed his steps and all too quickly you noticed his feet facing you. You take in a breath before rising your head shamefully up to meet the frowned lips and wrinkled nose. "MAYBE IF A WORTHLESS WORM WASN'T STALKING FRENCHMENS AND COUNTRY RUNNERS WE COULD'VE BEEN ABLE TO AVOID THIS PROBLEM!" Your eyes flutter as spat followed his last words, you merely wipe your face with the back of your hand.
"It's my job, sir-"
"JOB, SCHMOB. YOU HAVEN'T BEEN CARRYING ANY OF THE TEAMS WEIGHT AROUND! I'M STARTING TO WONDER IF YOUR-"
"-I'M also wondering myself, Soldier, why we're not on the field doing our job? Why we're having one of your god awful prep rallies that everyone zones out till the alarm sounds?..." You both stare down each other. You could feel every one of his pores leak out hatred and death, but when he grabs you by the collar, forcing heads together, you knew you hit something. Engineer grabs his wrists and twists them out of your uniform and he shoves the both of you apart.
"Listen, here. I'm not gonna' have mah check deducted because of two assholes that can't keep their fucking mouths shut." Soldier shoves the texan's hand off him and turns around muttering nonsense. Engie faces you. "I didn't do it for you. You aren't exactly on my good terms either…" He wanders back to one of his mechanics and you glance at the others. Scout smirks at you before stepping closer.
"D, let you in on a lil' secret." He grabs your collar and pulls your ear closer to his lips. "Yer not on any one's 'good terms'…-"
"Scout! Back off before I fuck you up!" Engie warns over his shoulder. Scout sneers at the Texan before glaring at you.
"MIssion starts in 60 seconds." The Announcer's voice echoes through the base and could be heard from the other's side too. You hold back a shudder, knowing that in a few weeks you'll have to report to her of your objectives along with weekly written ones. So you push that nagging thought from your mind and attach a few bear traps to your belt along with your usual Assault Rifle.
The doors pulled apart and you watched as Scout and Soldier leave before the others, and Medic give you a pat on the head.
The random explosions made your ears ring and moments ago you were knocked out by a shovel, which already didn't settle with your fazed mind. But you still managed to run into the base and wind around corners past the Blu!Engie's machines. Down in the main quarters you see the Intelligence sitting untouched on the desk. Your hands want to feel the cool metal covering but subconciously, you jerk your hands away. Vividly, you remember your first meeting with the Announcer and her long cigarette, cradled on her lower lip.
"Listen, here, 'Coy. What were the 3 lines of your job on the field?" She slammed down the folders on the desk and pursed her lips. The room surrounded her menacingly and it seemed like the desk lamp was the only light source. Everything else was black...
"Line 1: Record Events on Battle Field; using headphones and vocal input."
"Line 2: Weekly Written Statements on Emotional and Personal Feelings on and off the Field."
"Line 3: No Emotional and Personal Connections with other members." Your hand shoots up to salute, like every protocol, and she glowers.
"Good, I'm glad you were able to remember each of your lines." She puffs out a cloud of smoke from her nose. "What about your Physical Objectives?" She idly fingers a few of the files, finds the print she was reading and concentrates on it.
"First Objective; Protect the Intel and members retrieving it." She eyes you, obviously waiting for the next one.
"Second Objective; Don't retrieve the Intel."
You shake your head. Flashbacks on the field were extremely dangerous and if it weren't for the beeping on your wrist you probably would've been killed before waking from one. You pull back your glove and eye the alarm, sneering when you see it was Scouts icon. He was near by, telling you to get your ass to the Blus! Base so you could protect him. You press a few buttons before sliding it back under your glove.
Scout was cute. Any girl or gay boy would have told you that. You had a very QUICK crush on him. One day he was adorable the next a rude, jock that gave himself WAY to much credit. Yeah, easiest crush to get over EVER.
"'Ey, Wall Flower! Got something up your ass? C'mon, lets go!" Scout was already strapped to the Intel and was out the door. It took you a minute to realise where you were before you realised 'Shit Scouts gonna leave me behind' You quickly tighten your bandana and bolt out after him. And when you were finally able to catch up to him your lungs began to burn, this was the last round of 'War' and the air was already becoming cold and dry. You notice Scout turn around to say something.
"What's wrong with ya? Can't keep up, eh?" The announcement of your break in rattles on the speakers and already you hear a stampede of Blu! members coming after you. "You know what the others are saying about you?" Don't Listen "They're thinking about writing you in, saying that your position in 2Fort is unnessecary." Stop Listening! "And do you know what Medic said about that?" Your eyes roam randomly, trying to ignore Scouts ranting enough to not hear Medic's remarks. Suddenly a movement from a near by window catches your attention.
"He said you-"
"Scout! GET DOWN!" He slowed down long enough for you to lung your body on top of his. A loud crash to your right. Sharp, warm pain travels from your back to every inch of your body. But you were trained not to show pain, not show any signs of a fragile state. Your leg kicks the two of you into a roll, careful enough not to slam the cut. The kukri that struck you the first time, misses and lands in the gravel next to you.
Automatically, you wonder why a Sniper was getting involve in a hand to hand fight instead of waiting for a headshot to become available. Again you push that from your thoughts by grabbing your bear trap from your belt and swinging it at his face. 'Blood curtling' wouldn't explain it, the scream was so desperate and drowned you turn your head to watch until you feel that Kukri bury into his first swipe and you curl inward to restain a scream. When your head meets the warm soft surface you jerk back and look at the Scout.
His chocolate eyes stare at you, unblinking and you watch an unnoticed tear, drop on his cheek. He blinks at it and you pull away suddenly.
"What are you staring at for! Get to the base!" The warmth that enveloped you was gone and he snapped out of it quick enough not to ask questions. He bolted from the scene and you are able to get to a sitting position before a standing and leave also.
"You have successfully retrieved the Intelligence."
You are able to see the entrance of the base and you can see Medic looking around for you. Scout is being complimented and slapped on the back for his acheivement and you just roll your eyes. Medic is talking to Heavy when you get to his side and it takes him a moment to realize your next to him.
"So, have any thing you'd like to show me, hmm?" He leans in closely to listen but you just turn your back to him and let him see. In your mind, you can see his eyes sparkle with fascination. A rubber finger slides against the open flesh and you hiss when he presses in harder. "Sehr schön..." He mutters and then pats you forward. "Get moving, or this vill infect."
You nod sulkily and make a glance at Scout before turning away awkwardly. Scout was already staring at you...
"Vhat a beautiful scar...So elegant and framed vith stitches-"
"Stop it!" Pulling away when he massages the seperated skin between his thumb and forefinger. He 'tsks' before you hear him scribbling down some notes on his clipboard. The examination table you're on is surrounded by a plastic curtain, giving you 'privacy' between Medic and you. While he writes you shuffle on the table uncomfortably, desperately wanting to shield your scars form him.
"Is that anyvay to treat your docktor?" He asked sadly. You turn around, pulling your uniform down, and see him pouting alittle. Then you remembered what Scout. said.
"They're thinking about writing you in, saying that your position in 2Fort is unnessecary."-"And do you know what Medic said about that?"
You didn't care what anyone else thought, Medic, however, was someone you didn't want against you. It felt like being pushed out of a family, that already hated you, but with a small glimmer of hope that some one would comfort you. Like a Cinderella story, but with more guns and knives and greed.
You detour away from those thoughts when you hear a knock on Medic's door. He looks up from his writting and mumbles something while standing up. At this point, you decide this is the best time to escape while he's distracted. You start collecting your things while trying to hear what was going on.
"Ahhh- Herr Scout." You freeze where you are, half off the table, and already your planning routes to escape. "Congratulations on the steal today. So, vhat do ve need today? Some aloe? New bandages? Or perhaps some-"
"Um, yeah yeah,sure." His feet tap the tiles impatiently. "I was, uh , wondering..." You decide that a bolt to Medics office would work. He had a door that led to the mess hall and you knew everyone was near the tracks having a beer. "Is D. still here? Decoy?" Scout's voice wavers a bit, and it makes you stop again, hands fisting the curtains in a sudden uncertainty.
It's silent. You can even hear the pipes leak above you and the ring of the vials Medic had on the shelves. The thud in your chest becomes louder from the sudden attention and it feels like the pitch of nothingness lasted longer than it should have.
"Vell, of course. In the curtains, over there." And a sudden panic hits you. Should you sit down and act casual? Stand where you are, showing him your discomfort? Lie down, fake a sickness? Bolt when he's near? You decide to sit down and wait patiently. Scout mumbles something and you hear one of Medic's 'ja's.
You wait, listening for his foot steps and jump when you see the curtains pulled back.
"Oh..sorry..." He manages to squeak out and already your wondering if this is Scout and not a Spy. He looks uncertain as to where he should stand, and makes a quick look back at the Medic. Then closes the curtains. He eyes you before sitting down on a stool and facing you. You both share eye contact until you look away and stare down at your hands gripping the edge of the table. The humidity from your hands is obvious, creating a steamy effect on the metal like hot breathes on icy windows.
"How is it?" You snap up to him and see his arms crossed. "Your..." His mouth gaps and sighs.
"Back?" You offer. He nods and looks up at you. "It's fine. A few stitches. Nothing out of the ordinary." You didn't want to say more than you did and he looks like he's dissecting your claim. He seemed to realize something for his eyes widened.
"Ordinary?" It was a question but sounded like an interrogation. Unsure how to respond without going into immense detail and unnecessary whining, you grip the back of your shirt and tug it up, turning so he could see. Really, you dont know what your back looks like but when you rub a hand down your back it feels like a construction site; speed bumps, pot holes, and traffic cones.
After a while your wondering if he left until a hand traces your spine. His fingers are calloused and his palms are wrapped with fabric. You feel each flap of bandages skim your skin when his goes lower, and you bit your lip, trying to control a gasp. Then his hand stops on your recent stitches.
The stool he was on screeches, he was moving closer. His thumb nudges the thread before he sits back. No longer feeling contact, you push down your shirt and face him again. He's bracing his hands on his knees and his eyes are roaming the floor. You feel the need to say something and he interupts you.
"...Sorry." He grunts out, long before he stands, and pushes out of the curtains. He's out the door with a slam, ringing the vials and other containers from the loud vibration.
"Vhat did you do now?" Medic acks from his place at the desk. You didn't want to answer and leave also.
Days have gone by since the first encounter of awkwardness and then it became every day an encounter of awkwardness. Scout was always waiting for you somewhere, wanting to talk or just be in your presence. Not only was it overwhelming but also somehow offending, but everytime you saw him there was a tingle of flattery and affection. Sometimes out of curiosity and boredom, you'd avoid him and see if he was following you or if it was in your head. But no, he'd find you and talk about current events.
At the end of week, you had to write up reports and plan a small speech on the team for the Announcer. You layed out some paper and leafed through your desk for your weekly form. Once everything was ready, and you were finally in your element , Scout was at the door.
"Hey! Open up, D!" He fist-knocked the door and you inwardly grown. You stand and walk to the door to see Scout holding a few sodas. You wanted to say ' What took you so long?' but thought to restrain facetious comments. "Whadya doin'" He settles on your bed and for some reason it makes you squirm a little. You both have been talking for that week and all ready you're tingling with adoration for him.
"Just filling out some reports..." you said, easing back into your chair and back into that feeling of writing.
"Ahh, those damn papers, huh?" You hear your bed squeak and you shudder, knowing that he was lying down. IN. YOUR. BED. Taking a deep breath you try to calm down and get back to work. But it seems Scout's in a talking mood.
"What th' hell is this?" You spin around and see him holding a book your mom sent for reading material. It was 'The Scarlet Letter', although old and almost criptic you are still able to spin the story in your mind like wool. You clear your throat and turn back to your papers.
"Well, thats called a book...-"
"I know what a fuckin' book is!" He retorts and he breaths again. "What's i' about?' The pages turn and the sound of crisp paper is tauntingly tiring. You smile when you hear him muttering about how the introduction is longer than hell. You place down the pen and try to summarize the story in your head. Again, you clear your throat.
"Well... Its about a woman who is pratically rejected from society because she commited adultery..." As those words leave your lips you start to realize something. "...and the more she stands up against the gossips and awful retorts..." Really familiar. " ...she becomes more stronger. Soon, the people realize it too and she is soon respected by everyone." Oh. It was so dawning to finally see that what was happening in the book was what was happening to you right now. You were half way through a sentence and it was again quiet. "There's also more about how love shouldn't be confused with sins and how lying can kill you." You say a little to quickly making the awkwardness even more unbearable.
"Oh..." Is all he says. He settles back into the bed and you hear the pages turn again. The silence was welcoming, you pick up your pen and start to fill out your forms...
lol 'Scarlet Letter' references.
I swear this is not a Medic and You story. Thats another story for another day...
GAHH! SO MANY MISTAKES! I'll get back to them later...
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