Author's Note: I do not own any of the "Team Fortress 2" characters or locations. This is merely for entertainment purposes, and I am not looking to profit off of this piece of fiction. All characters/locations belong to Valve. Sherry belongs to me.

"RUN! I'M COMING FOR YOU!" RED Heavy bellowed loudly as he lugged his ever-faithful mini-gun, Sasha, throughout the fortress. All around him were cries of, "Run! He's got that gun!" and, "Holy shit!" Of course, Heavy loved to hear the sound of those little BLU babies crying for their Mama's.

"Time to run, cowards!" He yelled as he began to fire up Sasha. Yells were heard as her turrets whirred to life, spraying the entire battlefield with bullets. Heavy's booming laugh was lost amongst the spray of bullets as the BLU Team retreated back to the safe bosom that was their base.

However, one of them wasn't fast enough; Heavy could hear them cry out in agonizing pain as they fell to the ground with a loud "thud!"

"Now, who have I hit?" Heavy said as he stopped firing Sasha, silently praising his precious gun for a job well done. His target had crawled out of sight, a great streak of red blood telling him exactly where to go. As he turned the corner, he could hear the telltale signs of one struggling to breathe.

"…Oh." Heavy said quietly as he saw who he had shot.

There, sitting upright against the wall, was a young girl, clutching her bloody stomach as she wheezed heavily, her blue eyes wide with terror as she stared at him, blood leaking out of the corner of her mouth.

Heavy felt his heart sink slightly at the sight; this was their newest recruit. She was just a child compared to the rest of them. She probably had no training to speak of, yet here she was, bleeding to death and struggling to breathe on the battlefield.

Nobody had bothered to come back and help her, either.

"Cowards." Heavy hissed as he knelt down to the girl's level, his grey eyes looking her right into her terrified blue ones. She had flinched when he knelt down so close to her, and it was understandable; he was the man who had just put about fifty bullets into her flesh.

"Do not fear. I will shoot no more." Heavy said as she wheezed heavily. Honestly, he felt bad for this; their Spy had told them to not shoot or injure her, and he had done just that. This poor girl was sitting there, sitting in the pool of blood that was now forming beneath her. She looked at him, tears of pain or sadness forming in her eyes.

"I am sorry, Leetle BLU Girl. Did not mean to shoot you…" Heavy mumbled as he wiped the trickle of blood away from her mouth. Her skin was growing pale as tears streamed down her face. She coughed loudly, splattering his red shirt with fresh drops of crimson. He winced at the sound of her coughing; it sounded utterly painful and sad.

As gently as he could, he positioned the bleeding BLU member into his lap, instantly feeling the hot blood staining the front of his shirt.

"You will not die alone. Will stay with you." Heavy said as she coughed again. For several minutes, the only sounds that greeted the two were the distant sounds of gunshots and the wind blowing.

"Ach, vat are you doing, Herr Heavy? She is one of the BLU's! Kill her!" RED Medic said as he came running, Syringe Gun in hand and a scrutinizing look on his face. Heavy said nothing; he merely sighed.

"Herr Heavy, vhy are you sitting vith a BLU Member?" Medic asked as he too knelt down. The girl's head was slumped down, her chin touching her breast. Heavy whispered something, his words falling upon deaf ears.

"Excuse me?" Medic asked, looking at Heavy. Heavy's normally rage-filled face was steeped with sadness.

"Wouldn't let her die alone. Not fair." Heavy mumbled, giving a heavy sigh. Medic wasn't sure what he was talking about until he took the girl's wrist into his hand.

There was no pulse.

"Herr Heavy, she is dead."