Chapter Two: Old faces.
The team had celebrated after there win. The halls were as loud as they had ever been before, music drumming through the walls and vibrating the thin built base until it sounded like it was groaning. The members were dancing, some playing poker at a table for a more quiet and peaceful celebration while some went all out crazy for it. They wore joy as a look, and it was something that looked good on all of them.
''Da! Heavy could not be more proud of team!'' Heavy cheered from the small table near the small canteen. He held a beer in his hand, euphoria aura dancing around him. ''And may thanks to Doctors for being there for Heavy!''
Medic and Healer had been stood near the sink with soft smiles painting there pale cheeks. Healer had wrapped her arms around herself while Medic had treated himself to a beverage too. He hardly ever got the chance to fill his blood with something to ease his pressure, so taking this opportunity to without consequences was a must do.
''Not a problem dear fruende, though vee vere sorry vee let jou down shortly after.'' Medic said coolly.
''Ja, sorry Heavy. It vas mien fault, I didn't hear za detector go off and-''
Heavy silenced her with a hand, the music booming around their ears as they shouted at the top of their voices.
''Do not apologise. Is Heavy angry? No, so relax and stop worrying little lady.'' He smiled, and it was a smile warm enough to make Healer's guilt die slowly.
Little lady was a nickname Heavy had taken upon himself to use when talking to two doctors at once. He said that though they were both Doctors, he would not know if they knew which one he was talking to if not using their names and decided to call Healer 'little lady'. Despite her being tall too and finding it funny, she didn't argue and gratefully accepted on the deal.
Scout and Sniper were busying themselves in the corner of the room trying to play a game they called, 'guess the dead member.' In the game they would pretend to act out a dying enemy member from Sniper's shot, and then Scout (or whoever was silly enough to play) would guess who Sniper had shot. Scout was doing his best, but he kept missing the fact that only a Pyro would die like a flopping flamingo and not a Demo.
''Come on man! I done all of them!'' Scout argued, dropping his arms to his sweaty sides.
''Not all mate, have another go.'' Sniper replied, amused at his taunting ways with Scout.
Soldier, Demo and Spy were beside the small telly unit in the other corner, the stereo playing some cheesy pop songs to no one who bothered to dance to it's vibe, a bowl of popcorn between the two as they disguised matter such as what animal was the fastest.
''An Eagle for sure!'' Soldier shouted in the Demo man's ear. ''You can spot them from a mile away, hawking you out and then ripping you to shreds like paper!''
''Nah, ya got it all wrong lad.'' Demo said, taking a long and very large swig from his scrumpy. ''It's a Cheetah that's fastest!''
''I think you are both wrong.'' Spy interjected, smoking his cigar smartly and leant up against the wall. ''It is of course Mon Amie's, the peregrine Falcon.''
Healer shook her head as they ended up in a heated argument between booze filling there senses and intertwining with there natural defences, and set her eyes on Pyro and Engineer. The pair had taken refuge at the table and were drawing. Healer tilted her head softly, her cherry orbs admiring the gentle scene that was usually a common thing between the two mercenaries. Pyro would enjoy drawing something for Engineer who would, if liking it's potential for a new creation, sketch it into a blueprint and often call upon Healer and Medic for some alterations and help to build it.
Pyro would find some ease being around Engineer however, and Healer had picked up on this when she had a therapy session with Pyro awhile ago. Though she couldn't understand him (as did no one on the team understand his whole being actually), he did draw out pictures for her to depict and grasp a better understanding off him and his mind. Or her perhaps, because no one knew 'it's' gender fully.
''It's gut to see za team more happier.'' Medic said beside Healer. He was dowsed under the bright light from the canteen, some of the coloured strobe lights reflecting on his pale skin and making him look like a stained glass window. Healer smiled.
''It is. Zhere endorphins are going to be filling zhis room.'' Healer laughed softly at her joke.
''Ah, fiery gut one herr Healer. But, jou don't seem to happy however.''
Healer looked at Medic with a frown. She felt happy. She felt finer then fine gold would ever feel. She was in the middle of nowhere, in an unknown town with freedom technically at her door-what could she want more?
''Medic, I am perfectly fine.'' She replied, shifting on her feet. ''Vhy do jou zhink I'm not?''
''Because jou are quiet. Jou usually are vith Spy trying to vin a game of cards or playing guess za dead member. Or, jour vith me in za lab vorking on our specimens vee collected. Jou are doing neither, and jour lips crease vhen jour sad.''
''Vat?!''
She flinched, hiding her plump lips and grinning. ''Nein, zhey don't!''
''I vould zhink zhey do. But don't vorry, at least I can tell vhen jou are sad.''
Medic took a sip from his beer as Healer nudged his side and laughed. Her own endorphins were partying hard in the chilled room with her friend' ones, and it was as if nothing could ever steal her high away from her. This was joy. Not being in the party, but being here with her team and enjoying a thrilling victory they would cherish over and over again; They had won again, and now they will always win. But if you fail once, you will always fail, that's how Healer was taught at least.
Healer felt slightly squished however in the room that was gyrating from the vibrations from the music, the smell of fresh popped popcorn filling her senses and the room spinning in a hazy swirl of blue's, red's, yellow's and orange's and flickering lights blinding her sight. Her head felt as though it was floating and the more she tried to hide it, the more she felt imprisoned by her edge.
''I'll be back.'' She said softly.
''Vhere are jou off to?'' Medic replied, watching her begin to lean off the counter.
''Just for some cold breeze. I feel a little off.''
''Vas it zhat hit za Spy got on jou?'' Medic had put his beer down and was stood in front of her like a guardian, arms on hers and his eyes gorging on her own. Could she ever get enough of his? No, she couldn't with that reeling sensation they had. She knew Medic didn't like her and that was fine; Healer only saw their relationship as a friendship on mutual levels, and she was guessing he already (for sure) must have someone waiting for when he returns on a short vacation from the work. But she could never stop herself thinking about the things he did when she wasn't around; The titillating thoughts Healer would have sometimes when thinking off him made her shudder in her own dirty and morbidly curious mind. She was into things much darker then most, but she didn't know if Medic felt the same way when he was alone.
She could feel her whole left side form top to bottom was hurting, throbbing slightly from the stitching and bandaging Medic had done for her earlier before they joined the long-started party. It wasn't painful or anything, but to Healer it felt slightly weak and dull.
''Nein, it's fine. I just need to zhink zhat is all.''
Medic wasn't convinced. He held her there for a long moment before nodding and allowing her a moment to herself and respecting her needs. As soon as the door shut behind her, she was of down the hall and into the fresh spring breeze that cooled her cheeks and dipped her in an ice-cooled chill. She flung herself over a railing and listening to the cricket's creaking like broken doors in the distance and the sound of the nearby sounds of the slowly dying trains whistling from the station were like a haunting memory whistling a tune.
The eve sky was painted a beautiful orange twist colour. Pink peach hue's smudged into the soft orange and the white fluffy clouds streamed in long lines and spun round slowly as it turned. Stars had begun to sprout out in small spots like freckles were on it's cheeks, and the soft chill swept Healer up in it's grasp. The sounds of the music from inside still pounded against the walls, only it was more muffled and the vibrations had seemed to dull down slightly then they were inside. She stayed there for a long while, her mind creating equations and questions and remarkable idea's to present to Medic when she was next with him-but more so she found herself listening to the sound of a bush being rustled.
Her peace was disrupted again. She sighed, her body feeling lost from itself as she tilted her head gingerly to the side.
It's probably nothing. Probably nothing.
It didn't sound like the wind was rummaging through it's hair. It sounded more like someone was hiding inside of it. Her eyes were fixated on it's green lush locks, but more so focused on it's actions then it's beauty as it wriggled and rustled angrily. She frowned upon it, her back leaning up as she walked closer to it but not to close, just stopping mid-way on the steps because she had seen many horror movies to know that something will pop out.
She waited a little more. It rustled again. The bushed clogging around it seemed to follow it's actions until it had come right in front of her, the metal fence behind it obviously failing to keep the trespasser out of the base' grounds. Her eyes squinted as the rustling stopped, the noise, the grunting, the footsteps.
It had footsteps.
Probably nothing. It's probably nothing.
What the hell was it?
Healer went to back up and get her gun, but then suddenly something flew out in a black smudged ball and knocked her right onto her back. She felt her body arch slightly, her injury creating gut-wretching agony to pool into her whole back and her head to hit the wooden steps. A weight had piled on her, and not the sort of weight to be given off by some pesky creature either. It was a person.
When she opened her eyes and got a full view of the person the steps just below her, she could see a very angered young girl. Her black hung in spiked wisps around her pale face with eyes the colour of a Maldives' sea. They sparkled a very bright green aqua and dazzled with her dry and red lips. Her clothing was the worse for wear. A black hoodie clung to a perfectly shaped figure, followed by a pair of denim shorts with stars decorating the right side. Her hips were perfectly sized, round and medium and her shoes were a simple pair of muddy trainers. She stayed there for a moment, a deer in headlights of Healer's roaring anger and then she smiled...
''Nora. My got I found jou!''
A/N: Not really into making notes-removes the immersion of actually reading. Should have done a little note in the first chapter, but anyway; If you're enjoying this story, then leave a review, let me know what you think of it so far. This story has some very close personal events in it that a cherish a lot, and finding a way to relieve them from my mind is through my two favourite things; TF2, and writing. And also, please don't go copying my work, I have seen a few similar to this and I don't mind people having their own ideas, but please think of you're own. Healer belongs to me and he is very special to me, so don't go making up some other character just like her, because it's copying and it it annoying. (I have enough people copying me already, so please don't) As always reviews are welcome and also head over to my Archiveofourown profile to, because this story will be up there once it's fully completed. Thanks again.
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