I finished the first draft and I said I'd continue it if I did so. This went over so many changes over the time. Hopefully you'll appreciate what work I put into this, maggots!

Hahaha, thanks for reading this, everyone. It means a lot to me.

so READ ON, please!

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"Hey Spy?"

"What did I tell you about following me everywhere?"

"Come on, you're not even in disguise."

"Best not to get in the habit."

"We're not even fighting right now!"

"See Previous Answer." Scout huffed in anger and sat down at the top of the courtyard. He swung his legs, watching Spy lean against the wall and take a long drag from his cigarette. After a moment, he flicked it away and picked another one from his case. "Well, what is it? I don't have all day."

"I dunno," Scout said with a shrug. Spy twitched at the utter idiocy of his teammate, and Scout laughed aloud at the buttons he was pressing. "Come on, Spy," the Bostonian guffawed, "Lighten up!"

"What do you want?" Spy demanded once again. His tone said that he would not ask again.

"Well, you said you'd teach me about how to go spying today, right?"

"Did I?" Spy asked nonchalantly, looking away with feigned ignorance.

"Cummon, man! You said you'd do it! How do you sneak around without making any sounds, anyway?"

"First, I don't wear cleats. Honestly."

Scout opened his mouth to reply, but thought against it and looked down at his shoes, "But these cleats help me run faster outside…" he said lowly. He sounded sad that he couldn't wear his favorite shoes around the place if he wanted to be sneaky like Spy.

"Also, I don't run as fast as you, and I am better at acting the part of the enemy, and I can't capture points or push carts as fast as you, and…"

"Alright alright, I get it!" Scout groaned, flailing in anger, "We're completely different, but that doesn't mean I can't borrow some tricks from you! Here, lemme borrow your cloaking device. It'll be so cool to be able to…"

"Absolutely not!" Spy interrupted the Bostonian, grinding his cigarette on his molars, "No one touches my watch. No one."

"Come on, Spy," Scout pleaded with an impish grin, "You can trust me with it, I won't break it or anything."

Spy didn't seem all that convinced, "Can I trust you with it?" he muttered to himself rather than Scout.

"Of course you can!" Scout beamed at the European, "After all, we're friends, right?"

Spy didn't say a word. He stared at Scout, and licked the tips of his top incisors, "Friends," he repeated, as if the word were foreign to him.

"You know, amigos?"

"I know what it means," Spy said bluntly, twitching from Scout's butchering of the word's proper accent, "But the question still remains. Are you my friend?"

Scout opened his mouth to reply, but Spy had already tapped a button on his watch and disappeared from both sight and the conversation. He left Scout alone to ponder his words in silence.

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"Mein Gott, zey did a number on him, didn't zey…?"

"But he'll be okay, right Doc?"

"Puleeez, az if I could not handle a vound zat minor…"

"Ya call THAT minor?"

"I call it vatever I vant. And az you can see, zere vas no need for fear; he's already avake."

Scout groaned lightly and blinked lightly. He could barely think straight; and the world came out fuzzy to him. Medic pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose with his middle finger, "Vell? How do you feel?"

"Uhhh…?" Scout groaned, trying to regain cognizant functions.

"Status report, MAGGOT!" Scout gave a scream when Soldier thrust his face into the young man's view, "What the hell happened down there? You've got THREE SECONDS to answer, you filthy piece of…!"

"Calm yerself there, Mate," came a voice from Scout's right, from behind Medic, "'e's not really in a position ta tell us anythin'."

"We need to know what happened NOW," Soldier hissed, "How did we lose it?"

"Lose… what…?" Scout blubbered.

"The Intelligence, Boy," Engineer came into view from behind Soldier, "You were in the room. Who took it?"

"Why didn't you stop him!?" Soldier demanded.

"The fact that he was bleedin' from multiple orifices tells you that the boy wasn't doin' 'is level best?" Engineer asked.

Before the group could get into a fight, Scout immediately sat up in bed. He remembered the turn of events from before he fell unconscious! "It was BLU's Spy, you guys! He… he tricked me. Guys, I'm so sorry, I…"

"BLU's Zpy…?" Medic blinked. All eyes were on him, "Zat can't be true… You remember zat Uber I charged mysteriously fazt three days ago?" His glasses glinted and he smiled sinisterly, licking his lips. Everyone stared at the man for a few moments.

Engineer was the first to retrieve his brain after the explanation, "So he's been pushin' daisies for the past few days? But Scout saw a spah, right?" the Texan asked, "Ya think maybe they got a new one?"

"I doubt it," the voice from behind Medic (that Scout now recognized as Sniper) said, "None o' them have left that base. There ain't any way they could've gotten a new one hired, trained, or anythin'."

There was silence for a moment, and Solder suddenly straightened up from his vantage point (which was glaring at Scout in the face), "Hey Engie, where the hell is our Spy?" The silence that continued was painful, and the two men stared at each other. "Dauuggh No!"

"Razzin' Frazzin' Dammit DAGNABIT!" Engineer shouted in anger. Medic admonished the two for causing a ruckus in the med bay as they rushed to search the compound for their missing "teammate".

"Medic?" Scout muttered, looking up at the German as he turned and went to find the boy some anesthetic, "What… what's going on?"

"I always told ya, Kid…" Sniper muttered quietly, "Ya never shoulda trusted that fancy bloody wuss…"

"No," Scout murmured, staring at his sheets and curling his hands into fists, "He was… he was like a…"

"Bloke's a spy. Sswhat they do."

"Not THAT Spy!" Scout shouted, flailing in anger, "He-he promised me he'd teach me how to play mind tricks on the BLUs! It… What the HELL!?"

"If you continue to move, you'll reopen your vounds," Medic said nonchalantly as he reentered the room with a tray holding bottles of various medicines and syringes to be filled with said medicines, "Az much as I love to stitch you back togezer, you vould do vell to shut your mouth before I stitch zat clozed az vell. Zere are ozers in zis ward too, you know."

Oh yeah, Sniper had been shot at. That was probably why he was in the ward at the moment. "Hey Sniper," the Bostonian turned to his friend and asked, "So, how are you…?" The young man cut his question short and simply stared.

RED's Sniper was staring blankly at the wall across from his bed. He seemed alright aside from the bandages that were wrapped tightly across his chest and around his forearm, but that wasn't what made Scout stare. Sniper's eyes were covered with gauze, and the worst part was that they were still red with his blood.

"Holy- Damn, man, what happened?"

"Shrapnel. You'd think that dodgin' the splash was all I had ta do," Sniper replied stoically, "managed ta keep from getting struck, but the blast tore my cover apart. Some o' the rubble barely missed my heart. Guess that's a little lucky, right?"

"But… your eyes!"

"Worthless."

"What the HELL? But-but-but-but how does a Sniper shoot without eyes!?"

He shrugged lightly, "'e doesn't, Mate."

"But…!"

"Mein Gott, if I hear you zay 'but' vahn more time I vill tear your vocal chords out myzelf," Medic hissed, "Now, ztop movink so I can give you your aneszthetic."

"Hell no! Get away from me, you freako!" Scout shouted, "I ain't going to sit here all drugged up while our Spy gets away with our intelligence and the BLUs don't get payback for what they've done!"

"Scout, zere is nozink to do. Zit ztill so I can heal you. Zee lazt zing I vant is to get yelled at by zee Zoldier for not healink you. I vould very much like to zee you out of zis ward, but…"

"Then see ya, asshole!" Scout shouted, tossing his covers into Medic's face. The German growled at the insolence, but the young man was already out of bed, reapplying his dog tags, and rushing from the room.

"And don't come back, filthy Schweinhund!!" Medic practically shouted with a shake of his fist. He was madder at losing a pincushion than losing a patient. With a hiss, he threw the covers off of him and he tossed them back on the bed. Silence permeated through the room as he stared after Scout. Finally, Medic readjusted his glasses and turned to tend to Sniper, who hadn't moved an inch since he arrived, "So, how are you feelink?"

"A little better," Sniper said emotionlessly.

"You don't zound it," Medic replied as he checked his syringe to make sure he would administer the proper amount.

"Ya heard the kid, right? Gunna get the intelligence back, come hell or high water."

"I heard. He vill die before he doez anyzink."

"You remember what's gunna happen when the shiela finds out we've lost the intel, right?"

"You von't need to vorry, you'll be heading home…" Medic suddenly stopped his alcoholic swabbing and thought about what he was saying, "...And if you are headink home, zen you von't get paid any…"

"And if the kid manages to bring back not only our intel but the BLU's as well, before Miss Announcer finds out?"

Medic stared at Sniper, and suddenly a smile played on his lips for the first time in weeks, "Zentimental Dummkopf," he muttered lightly as he pricked the Australian. But now the German knew exactly why Sniper felt a little better.

They were both sentimental lost causes.

Sniper took a moment to rest as the medicine kicked in, and the German stared at the man who had done his best to give his medic cover when the German was rushing about no man's land. There were plenty of times he would have found himself dead if it weren't for the Australian.

And the BLUs had lost much of their offense this day… if the REDs pushed as hard as they could, they had a chance… And Sniper could return home with enough money to keep himself from being too much of a burden on his family…

"Mein Gott…" Medic hissed as he moved to change into a clean outfit. He adjusted his tie, snapped his new latex gloves in place, and stalked from the ward, Medigun in hand, "I'm gettink to be az zentimental az zee rest of zee dummkopfs…"

To Be Continued...

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