Author's Note:

Fitsgibbons: Ah! Thank you so much! I noticed the lack of Heavy/Medic stories and it made the Medic inside of me sad. Haha yeah I thought I'd add a twist to it with the Spy :D

-Chapter 2-

The next day Medic found himself back down in the medical bay, spending time with his Heavy despite the paper work he had to do. How could he pay attention to his work when his best friend was sitting there wounded? It's not like he had much to do, just paper work and just checking up on his medigun to make sure it was in top shape for the next skirmish.

"Scout has not returned," Medic told Heavy, sitting on a bed beside Heavy's, watching the man toying with everything within his reach—his pillows, his blankets, the table beside his bed. It was so boring just sitting there all day doing nothing! Even talking to Medic didn't help that much.

The Russian man glanced up at Medic, frowning for a moment before, moving the table some more, as if it was not in the right exact spot. What else was he supposed to do? "Babies on the BLU team will not kill our quick little man," he said before laughing at the thought of them being able to kill their scout. The RED team was the best! Even if they had lost their intelligence yesterday, they would prevail in the next battle. The Medic just needed to stay positive, but he knew his friend had trouble with such things. "It will be okay, Doktor," Heavy said, looking Medic in the eyes. After a moment he shifted about in the bed, giving the doctor as much space as possible before patting the tiny area that wasn't occupied by his body. The Medic looked at Heavy for a moment as if he were crazy before huffing and heaving himself off of the bed, moving over to sit on the edge of the other one. With Heavy's large physique, there wasn't much room for him, but he made do. And without any notice the Heavy wrapped his arms around the German man, smiling quite satisfied as the German slumped against, him relaxing. That anxious, uneasy look even seemed to ease off of his face as he sat there.

"Ze Soldier vants to yell at us soon," Medic said, glancing at the clock on the wall, remembering the 'briefing' that the Soldier had set up for that day. But everyone knew he was going to just yell at them for their poor performance the day before, threaten them if they failed again and most likely call them maggots a few times. No, it wasn't something he was looking forward to at all. But Heavy just kept a hold of him, not commenting on the meeting. He didn't have to go! Maybe he could pretend to be dying (he'd heard enough of BLUs die, surely he could imitate them!) so his Medic wouldn't have to go either. Yes, it was the perfect plan!

He nudged the doctor with one of his meaty fingers, grinning and asking, "Doktor, I think my stitches have ripped."

Frowning, Medic shifted about to check over each and every bandage to see if Heavy was right. "Nein," he concluded, not picking up on the Heavy's plan, "I vill go now, herr Heavy." It would only incur more wraith from the Soldier for him to be late; naturally he'd get an earful for letting that BLU Pyro blast him away from his Heavy.

"But.." the Heavy said, face falling as he watched his doctor leaving, "Doktor.." He sighed, laid back down, shifting about on the bed to get comfortable. It was lonely in there without his doctor. Even when Medic was doing paperwork and not speaking with him, at least he was there. It wouldn't have been the same if anyone else had been there either. His Medic was better than the ones from before..

Moments after it had shut, the door was opened and shut once again. Heavy looked up, hoping to see his Medic again, but he didn't see anything. "I spy with my little eye," he murmured, frowning unhappily as he looked around, wondering where the masked man was—and whether he was friendly or not.

"Bonjour," the Frenchman drawled out, startling the Heavy. He was a quick little bunny too! He hadn't expected the Spy to be so close, but as the smoke filled the air around him, all he saw was the RED masked man's face inches from his own, that knife of his pressed against Heavy's neck.

The Heavy opened and closed his mouth before asking, "Wha--?"

The Spy shook his head, patting Heavy's lips with the flat side of his blade to shush him before returning the knife to the Heavy's neck, "Now, 'Eavy, you 'ave been distracting our Medic. 'E 'as gotten no work done today.." He nodded toward the desk and Heavy glanced over there as well, grunting. He didn't ask Medic to stop working to entertain him! "Ze Medic is your friend, non?" he asked.

"Da.." the Russian man answered, not exactly sure what was going on. All he knew was that his own spy had a knife to his neck! If only he had Sasha there, then the little man wouldn't have dared cross him. But the Spy was a sneaky man.

The Frenchman continued on, "And nozing more zan zat?" He rose an eyebrow under his red mask, watching the Heavy intently.

"What?" Heavy asked, not sure what the Spy meant. It was only when the man repeated the question, pressing the knife harder against his skin, that Heavy understood. "No.. nothing more.." he said as quietly as anyone had ever heard a Heavy speak.

Spy murmured something along the lines of "Bon" as he stepped away, playing with that watch of his to turn invisible. A disembodied voice ordered, "Keep it zat way."

It's not that Heavy hadn't thought of the possibility before. He certainly liked his doctor more than the other medics they had had in the past. His heart had fluttered the first time he saw Medic—which resulted in Heavy started calling for him instantly, thinking he was having a heart attack. But.. Medic saw him as just a friend, he was sure. He wasn't a.. 'dashing rogue' as the Spy often referred to himself as. No, he was a giant that people seemed to think was a little slow in the head. Why would his beloved Medic want him? Not when there was a better candidate. What he had feared before, the Spy was much more viable—he was a little man, charming and crafty—and that threat just confirmed his fears. But how could his Medic be with such a deceitful little man? More importantly, why hadn't his Medic told him? They were closer than anyone else in the base! Did his doctor not trust him to keep a secret? Just because he was loud didn't mean he was loud and untrustworthy with such information—unlike Scout.

Shifting about Heavy sat up, setting his feet on the ground to wander about the medical wing aimlessly. Thinking things over, he couldn't help but feel aimless and troubled. The Spy was not good for Medic. He couldn't love him—the Spy only loved himself! But Heavy never lied when he said he loved his doctor.

-Author's Note-

I really, really appreciate reviews, guys! Just let me know that you liked it (or what you don't like about it, constructive criticism is appreciated too) or whatever. Thanks :)

And once again, if anyone wants to be a beta reader for me, let me know! I'd really appreciate it too, since I don't tend to reread it until it's uploaded.

Also, I start back up at my school on Friday (dumbest. day. ever. to start back up) in which case I might not be able to update so quickly then. But I'm only taking 15 hours as opposed to 17 like last semester. OTL And most of these classes shouldn't be that difficult.. hopefully. hah..hah.. ._.