First of all, sorry for taking so long to write something. I just started my practices, and now is practice in the morning, class in the afternoon, job in weekends.
Yeah, breathing is overrated anyways.

SO! Thanks for the reviews, too bad I can't reply them properly, but yeah, I also think Demoman is not loved enough in the fandom. He's usually forgotten. besides, I wanted to write something paranormal with TF2, and he's the only one who takes these kind of things seriously because he had that encounter with Merasmus.

Well, chapter three, here we go!

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The next morning came as soft as a punch in the face. The night before, Demoman forgot to shut the curtains, so the sun shone directly on his face, making his eyes hurt until his brain finally decided that the best idea was to wake up and move the head away from the light. Groaning for the instrusive sun in his sleep, Demoman opened his eyes only to realize his back also hurt. Sleeping on a chair, with half of your chest over a desk wasn't the best sleeping position. Looking around, he remembered why he was in that situation.

To confirm it, he glanced towards his bed, where Scout was still asleep, in the exact same position he left him the night before. That meant the boy was still recovering from the Shadow Walker's attack. Still, he was surprised that Scout fought back the SW without any knowledge. Maybe he was annoying to the point where the SW didn't know if to stay and embrace the never ending talkative mind, or surrender to the light.

Demoman chuckled, relaxing a bit. Truth to be told, he was a bit afraid when he realized what was going on. The first SW he encountered took hold of his body and mind, and it was thanks to his mentor that he was still walking around. At least he proved to himself he could handle the situation if another attacked; still, he acted a bit too late. Had he stayed more alert, none of this would have happened. It wasn't like he was a professional hunter, he still had a LOT to learn, but he was the only one around who knew about all this paranormal world, and the only barrier between his team and whatever was out there.

He was pretty much screwed.

At least if he had to do all the job alone. If he managed to convince Scout to become some sort of apprentice to him, he would be more capable to fight back whatever came to them. Now the big question: being as scaredy cat as Scout was, would he really accept the offer? Then again, when Scout saw something, he went to him. Why?

Too many questions, and being hungry wasn't helping, so he decided to go get something to eat...or drink, whatever came first, and then check on the Medic. He noticed the looks he received from that man, and he was sure the Medic was not okay with all this situation. After fetching what looked like sane, not monster-ish bread, and some of his good old alcohol, he went towards the infirmary.

Carefully knocking just in case the man was still asleep (since in Saturday, ceasefire and all, some of the team enjoyed to sleep more), Demoman waited for an answer, which came with the Medic opening the door with a sleepy face, but all dressed and in his coat, like a professional doctor.

"Oh, good morning Herr Demoman!. Do you have any injuries you want me to investi...I mean, heal?"

Demoman shuddered. That man gave him the hibbie-jibbies more than anything paranormal.

"Nah, I just wanted to check on you Doc, make sure you were okay, you know, with what happened yesterday..."

Medic crossed his arms, leaning on the door's frame, with a cocky smile on his face. Now that was new.

"Herr Demoman, I have to face blood, gore, death and resurrection on a daily basis, every Halloween I have to deal with my second opinion and every monster Merasmus dares to throw at us. I also have to deal with eight men who's minds go from crazyness to insanity. You think I would be that affected by what happened yesterday?"

Yep, he was NOT okay with the whole Shadow Walker thing.

"Look Doc, what happened yesterday was..."

Medic held a hand, closing his eyes, asking in silence for Demoman to stop. He then looked at him, in a more serious face.

"I don't care if it was a Shadow Walker or my sister in her pajamas. If anything escapes science, I don't want to know about it. I can heal any wound you bring me, but if it's about killing something with a lamp, don't count on me. I will check on Herr Scout if that's what you want, but don't try to explain yourself in front of me, even more if it's about anything magic or paranormal, am I clear?"

"Crystal clear..."

Demoman could understand why Medic didn't want to talk about it. Magic was something he hate with passion, since he was a man of science. Still, demoman felt like he needed to do something to make the situation a bit better, at least for the sake of their Doc. But right now, Medic was clearly shutting all the doors for a conversation about the matter, so Demoman resumed on nodding to the offer on checking on Scout.

"Alright Herr Demoman, let me get my tools and I'll be there in a minute. He's in your room, yes?"

Demoman nodded again, and Medic went back inside to fetch whatever he needed to check on the boy. Meanwhile, Demoman decided that the best thing to do was to go outside and get some quiet and peace to calm down his thoughts. Taking his scrumpy from the kitchen, he went out the base. He needed some alcohol in his system if he wanted to think clearly, or at least, clear all those worries.

...

Medic was getting all what he needed to do a simple check in a very calm way, while his mind was racing with thoughts. He was angry for having magic so close, and for Demoman believing he needed some sort of talk-about-it to make him feel better. He was a man of science, not a scared kid! He had handled much more than a moving shadow, he was capable of getting any man back from the death, he didn't need soothing words to calm his mind, he needed the day to be back to normal!

He then realized he was clenching his fists a bit too much, and he had cut his palm with one of his tools. Great, now he needed a new glove. He quickly healed his hand, grabbed his small suitcase, and headed towards Demoman's room. Once he arrived, he found Scout on the bed, sleeping like nothing happened. Medic left the case on the desk, grabbing his stethoscope and getting a chair next to the bed. Once he was settled, he proceeded to hear Scout's chest.

'Mmmm, heartbeat is going okay, maybe a bit too fast. I should take away the garbage he drinks. That thing always makes him talk too much'

He then listened to his lungs, and everything was normal. In fact, nothing in Scout was wrong. Everything was alright, at least for the boy's standards, so why wasn't he waking up? Was it because he was under the influence of the Shadow Whatever too much?

Medic shook his head. No, the boy was just tired for what happened yesterday. Of course, doing all that must have stressed his mind and body to the point of leaving him sleeping for more than he usually slept. Medic stood up from the chair, and went to his case to retrieve a syringe with some vitamins inside to make Scout come back to his senses sooner (he didn't need the boy to sleep for a day, that would be just lazy), when he realized the closet was slightly open.

With his curiosity taking the best of him, and since nobody was around, Medic went towards it and opened a door to see what was inside. He instantly regretted doing it, for he found a lot of tools he didn't want to think or know what they were for. None of them made any sense to the man, and still they looked, at least most of them, like weapons. A particular green stone called his attention, and ignoring the rest of whatever was inside the closet, he took the small stone in his hands.

Inmediately, the stone started to shine in a beautiful green glow, which made Medic's breath stop for a second and his heart skip a beat. That thing was wonderful! A stone that would react to human's warmth and shine like that. Of course, the thing was screaming 'magic!' all over it, but for once Medic didn't care. He was so absorbed in his discovery he didn't hear the Scout's groans as the boy was slowly waking up. It wasn't until he heard the bed creaking a bit that he left the stone back into its proper place and closed the closet.

Scout opened his eyes slowly, instantly regretting the action. He put an arm over his eyes, shielding them from the light in the room, groaning like a kid that had to wake up and get ready for school. That thought amused Medic, who went next to the bed with the syringe like nothing happened.

Before the boy could get away, Medic grabbed his arm and stabbed the syringe in.

"OUCH! What the heck?!"

Scout looked at the man, clearly offended for having to deal with that situation just waking up, but the reaction was exactly what Medic expected. Now the boy was fully awake and ready to start a new day.

"Good morning Herr Scout! I can see you're finally awake after a week!"

Medic couldn't help but inwardly chuckle at Scout's scared expression. He shook his head.

"Don't worry, it's been a night only. How do you feel?"

"What?...Dude, don't say things like that when I wake up...wait, what am I doing here?"

Scout looked around, trying to recognize his surroundings, but nothing rang a bell. He wasn't in his room or the infirmary. He looked at Medic for answers.

"You're in Demoman's bedroom. Don't worry, nothing embarrassing happened, and I'm afraid is not in my hands to explain what truly happened to you. Better ask the man who saved you, and thank him while you're at it"

Before Scout protested, Medic took his things and left. Scout rubbed his arm where the Medic 'syringed' him, and tried to sit up, which proved to be harder than it looked. Why did he fell so numb?

Scout decided to go to the basics: first move your hands, then your arms, then apply force from your shoulder to your arms, aaaaand...sit. After that small triumph, he proceeded to put his legs over the edge of the bed, again taking baby steps to do so. He felt like an idiot, and man was he glad nobody was there to watch him struggle to stand...

"Oh! you're awake!"

...up.

Just in that moment, Demoman came in with his usual bottle of whatever was inside and Scout was never allowed to drink. Scout inwardly cursed to himself, blaming his sorry self for not getting up sooner and leaving. As he was about to finally get his legs over the edge of the bed, Demoman pushed him back onto the damn thing, carefully but with some force in it. All Scout's work down the drain, great.

"Better stay there for now lad, you had an interesting adventure yesterday"

As Demoman was putting the covers over him, much to Scout's dismay, the boy decided to start asking question and fill some gaps in his memory, but Demoman took the oportunity to talk before he could even think what to ask first.

"Look kid, I'm sorry for what happened yesterday. You were right, something was lurking around the base; I didn't believe you and because of that all that crap happened"

Well that was new! Point for Scout, for having anyone apologize to him.

"But I want to ask you something. How did you know something paranormal was lurking around? As far as I'm concerned, you're a normal boy from Boston, not a paranormal investigator with some extra senses to feel things like that"

At that Scout stopped in his thoughts about proclaming himself king of the team. His gaze stopped on Demoman before wandering around the room. That was a good question. How did he notice that something was wrong? Scout gave it a thought, trying to remember what exactly happened before he fell unconscious during the battle. All that tiredness, and that feeling of something roaming inside him...

"It was like when you know you do something wrong" he answered while looking at nothing in particular "you know is not right, and something inside you insists on it. That night, something in my mind just...said that. Like an alarm going off. It was like another side of me was yelling at me to do anything, because something was clearly wrong, but I didn't know what it was. Then, that inner voice said to go and tell you. Something about you doesn't feel normal; is like...what I felt that night, but in a good way...so I went towards you. But you said nothing was around. It was my first time feeling that, so...maybe it was just my imagination. I tried to shrug it off, but my mind kept telling me something was up. It was like...a sixth sense"

Demoman's eye widened. Scout was talking in a monotone voice, like there was another Scout in there doing the speech, yet he was clearly new to this, which meant what Scout called "sixth sense" was in there and fully activated, but the mind didn't know what to do with it yet. More than that, the kid was what his mentor called a "Seeker": people who's sixth sense could pinpoint whatever was wrong, and with training and time they could tell you what exactly the menace was. Demoman himself was more of a "Shielder", who's sixth sense consisted in some sort of barrier, a protection that with time almost no creature could surpass. That kind of hunters usually were entrusted to protect others with their protecting field.

"Then I saw my shadow moving in my room, like it was projected by a candle. I thought it was my imagination, and went to sleep. The next day I fell asleep during the fight, and until now"

Scout looked at Demoman, who was lost in his thoughts.

"Dude, did you listen to me?!"

Demoman snapped out of it, and looked back at Scout.

"Yes kiddo, I heard you"

Scout felt Demoman's gaze on him like something piercing through his soul, and that made him feel uneasy and a bit scared. Demoman usually was a drunk man, who would laugh and yell all day long. This Demoman was serious and thoughtful, and that scared him more than he wanted to realize. So Demoman was believing him now? Which meant...he was right.

He-was-right!

That thought went through Scout's mind for a few seconds, dragging different emotions with it: on one side he was happy about the fact that he was right about the whole thing, but on the other he was afraid of what that truly meant. He was right about something that wasn't normal. He felt a paranormal creature, and that wasn't something a normal person usually did. Was he weird? Was like one of those creatures? Would the team still want him around after realizing that?

He must have shown those worries on his face because he felt the other's hand on his shoulder.

"Don't worry kiddo, it's okay. You got a sixth sense, so what? I got one too and you don't see the police coming here to get me, right?" Scout relaxed a bit at that and nodded "Look, Scout, the fact is you were right. Something dangerous was around, and it got you, probably because it knew you could sense it. Thing is, there are probably more of those things around, and I'm going to need help to fight them off"

Scout wasn't sure if he heard right. Not only Demoman apologized to him and said he was right, but was asking for his help? Man that day was totally unexpected! Still, helping the man would mean he would have to fight off things that he usually saw on movies and nightmares, but now being as real as he was. Scout sat up, and this time Demoman didn't push him back down. Looking at his legs under the covers, Scout thought about the oportunity of having a heck of an adventure, or keep things normal and make like nothing happened.

No. That wasn't an option, and he knew it. He may be the youngest, but he wasn't stupid. Saying no to the offer would mean he eventually would be attacked by another of those things, or his team, or anyone close to the base, who could know. For the first time in his life someone acknowledged him for having something special and, lets face it, he felt like a superhero with that sixth sense going on. He took a deep breath to clear his insecurity, and looked at Demoman with a determined look.

"If that means I can beat bad supernatural guys like a pro, count me in"

Demoman smiled in response. He knew for the kid would be like a game at first, but maybe with time he could get a fine companion to fight whatever came towards them. Maybe, when their contracts ended, he could introduce Scout to his mentor, and the three could go hunting.

But for now, Demoman decided to explain what happened with the Shadow Walker and let the Scout recover from the attack.

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Back in his office, Medic set his case down on his desk full of documents, and sat down on his chair, letting out a sigh. He couldn't help but think about the shinning stone, but if he went and asked Demoman about it, he would receive the answer he was avoiding. Coming from Demoman, that stone was obviously magic, so why did it glow like that upon touching it? What did the human body have the stone needed to activate itself?

Leaning forward, he decided not to think about it. Medic stood back up, and took his beloved violin out of its case. A bit of classic music would help him. His fingers took a hold of the fine instrument, and his mind started leading them to play any music he had stored in his brain. Beethoven's Ninth Symphony came out of the violin; a slower version from the original. Medic closed his eyes, letting the music sink in, allowing his senses to relax and enjoy, to stop thinking about magic and weird thing science couldn't explain.

He kept playing until he realized he was being observed, and not because he could feel something weird, but because he saw a little girl next to his medical cabinet, shyly looking at him. Great, he had enough with Scout that now an actual kid got in the base. Medic stopped playing, and tried to put a face that wouldn't scare the child.

"Well well, who do we have in here?"

The little girl got a bit closer to the cabinet, clearly afraid of him. Fantastic, he just dealt with magic and idiots, and now he had to deal with the little girl. Well, if it meant he could get back to his music...

Medic slowly went towards the child, leaving the violin on his desk and kneeling down to be on the girl's level, stretching out a hand towards her.

"Don't be afraid little thing, I won't hurt you"

The girl looked at the hand, unsure, then at Medic, and then slowly went towards him, but instead of taking his hand, she went directly to hug him. Startled by the sudden move, Medic didn't know what to do. Would it look creepy if he hugged back? He was a war doctor, not a nanny, for crying out loud!

Still, he decided to hug the child with one arm, at least to allow her to calm down. It gave the results he was expecting: the girl seemed to relax in his arm, at least a bit. He was about to say something to her, when a sudden pulling feeling fell on his senses. He tried to move and push the kid away, but he found himself unable to do so. All he could do was stay in that position, as he felt the girl taking something from him. It wasn't something physical, but...it was a part of him. Something he never realized was there, and now he was already missing it.

After what felt like an eternity, the child released him, and Medic couldn't help but fall onto the floor. Looking up a bit, holding himself on his weakened arms, he saw the girl smiling down at him, and then looking at her hands.

"Interesting...I haven't seen a "Rejector" in a while. Good thing I got you first, you would have sent me out of this place in a blink...oh?" She realized the puzzled look on Medic's face "...you didn't know. HAH! You didn't know! I just got you out of the way before you knew you could get me away from here! Hahahaha! You're so pathetic!"

And with that, she went towards the door. Medic wanted to stop her, to warn anyone, to say anything, but he couldn't. On one side because he was truly weak, and he felt something within him was missing, and on other side, because only now he realized that those "chills" running down his spine were, in fact, some sort of magic thing inside him.

Too late he realized it, and for that, he fell in her trap. She attacked him first because she knew he could have done something to stop her. Well, he felt stupid; really, really stupid. He tried to get up, but with that part of him missing he found himself unable to do anything but stay on the floor and pray for someone to come and help him.

He heard her humming Beethoven's Ninth Symphony as she left the room, towards her next victim. Well, the brat had some nerve in h...

Reality fell on him. He knew who was going to be her next victim, and he couldn't even yell, or say anything. There were at least other two who he had that "chills down spine" feeling when he was close to them, and one of them was in no condition to fight back.

'Herr Scout...'

Darkness came over him before he could feel his head hitting the floor.