This chapter is lonnnnnnng!

Well, when i write i seperate it into chapters last. idk why, but doing the chapters while i write kinda makes me feel restrained.

So this is an alright chapter in my opinion...

Enjoy!

We checked the infirmary to see if Medic was there. I pounded on the door.

"Yo, Medic!"

"Vhat iz it, Frau Scout?" came the Medic's hoarse voice after a few knocks.

"Open the door and you'll find out."

Mundy and I waited as we heard Medic muttering in some German language. We heard a few crashes and when Medic opened his door I could see waves of red float out of the office. I felt the familiar effects of the kritzkrieg and sighed at its soothing effects. Apparently, Medic's been inhaling this shit all day.

When Medic noticed Mundy, his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped open. "H-Herr Mundy?"

Mundy shifted uncomfortably, "In the flesh, mate."

Medic lunged forward and grasped Mundy in a really awkward looking hug. Mundy took a few steps back from the assault and stood awkwardly as Medic held him.

"Du lebst! Dank Güte du lebst, mein Freund!"

"Eh…yeah, Mate." Mundy patted the Medic's back awkwardly. His glasses were askew and I could see surprise and sorrow in his eyes. He looked at me with a cry for help, but what the fuck was I supposed to do?

"Er, Medic? I kinda thought Mundy was a ghost and I hit him in the head with my bat. Think you can fix him up?"

Medic pulled away swiftly and straightened himself out as best he could. He pushed his glasses up and nodded briskly, "Of course. Come, Mundy. And, er, ignore zhe mess."

Medic walked in and we followed, the effects of the kritzkrieg lapping over us. It was relaxing. I always enjoyed the effects of the kritzkrieg. It relaxes you but makes you feel like you're on top of the world.

I took a big deep breath and enjoyed the effects.

Mundy gave me a weird look, then asked Medic, "Can you turn that off, mate? It's givin' me a headache."

Medic hesitated, went to his desk where the pack was sitting, and switched it off. Mundy opened some widows to let the red waves out and I sighed, disappointed.

"Party pooper." I grumbled.

"We'll talk later." He grumbled, sitting on a gurney.

"So, did Lexi explain vhat happened?" Medic asked, snapping his gloves on.

"Yeah, a little. She said that someone came in a killed everyone off?"

Medic nodded sadly as he grabbed some gauze, "Ja. Dere are only a few of uz left. Even BLU haz lost some of their team."

Mundy glanced at me, "Ya don't say…"

Medic nodded sadly, "Ja, zhey took…Heavy as vell." Medic's glasses had a glare from the light, but I could still see the tear streaks.

Mundy gave Medic a pat on the back, "Sorry 'bout your loss, mate. I know you two were good friends."

Medic sniffled, "Danke, Herr Mundy. Although, I should be grateful zhey did not kill everyone. I still have all of you, after all."

Ok, I know this is sad, but please don't be all mushy and lovey all of a sudden? I thought to myself.

Suddenly, Medic noticed my bleeding knuckles, "Frau Scout! Vhat happened to your hands?!" he exclaimed while still tending to Mundy's wounds.

I shrugged, "I guess…my injuries from before opened up or some shit. I'm ok. I'll just have Pyro wrap them up again later or whatever."

"How about your head?" Medic asked sternly, obviously not believing me.

I touched head subconsciously and shrugged, "It feels alright…well…as alright as a head wound feels, I guess. My chest hurts when I lift or sneeze or put any pressure on it."

There was a tense pause, then Medic said, "You seem to be taking this quite vell, Lexi. After all, it iz obvious dat the assassins were trying to kill you, but you got away somehow"

Should have seen me before Mundy found me…

But yeah, he's right. Even though Mundy is ok, there is still the possibility of my brother being dead. Also, who knows if whoever killed half my team might come back to finish the job on me.

I sighed, not answering the Medic. I suddenly felt very depressed. I leaned against the gurney opposite Mundy's.

Nobody said anything after that. Medic just silently patched up the head wound I gave Mundy. Mundy still had his glasses on, but his hat was off so I could see his furrowed forehead. I think the news was just hitting him. I eventually sat down on the gurney, resting my baseball bat vertically on my knee. I was restless, but also thinking. I was fidgeting around like crazy; switching legs, laying down, sitting up, standing up, etc. I couldn't sit still, but I couldn't say anything for once. There was nothing to say.

I eventually got an idea. I hoped off the gurney and walked out of the infirmary without saying a word. I went into the rec room, which was void of Demo and Soldier playing pool. Pyro wasn't even watching cartoons on the horrible TV.

I went to the telephone and called the only place I could think of.

Home.

My heart pounded as the phone rang. True, I only called Ma, like, less than a week ago. But I needed to hear her soothing voice, maybe even talk to a few of my brothers.

"Yello?" It was one of the more middle brothers, Marc.

"Hey, Marc! It's Lexi!" I said.

"Hey, sis! What's up?" He still sounded a little too upset to be hearing from his baby sister after so long. I wonder if mom told everyone Jeff was still alive.

"Nothing much, just bored at work," I lied smoothly, "How about you guys?"

He laughed that trademark booming chuckle of his and said, "Nothing really since we found out you was alive…and Jeff."

The light atmosphere over the phone suddenly got very tense, "Ma told you guys, huh?"

"Yeah…do you think you can bring him home?"

I sighed, "I don't know, man…I mean the last time we talked he tried to fuckin' kill me."

"What?!"

Oops…shit. "Wow…you were not supposed to know that."

"Jeffery tried to kill you? Did he know it was you?"

I sighed, "Yes, he did. He's actually the reason why I was in a coma…don't tell Ma! Or anyone else! I wasn't even supposed to tell you! He was confused and scared and surprised to see me. And I think his finger slipped anyway. He missed, after all."

Marc groaned, "Not helping, Lexi. Why Ma let you take that stupid mercenary gig is beyond me. Why they even let a girl in is beyond me!"

"First of all…I told Ma it was a demolition job! But just because I'm a girl don't mean I'm not as good as men! My team tells me I'm the longest living Scout they've had in almost two years!"

"…You've only been there for a few months…"

I should probably talk about other things.

"So, how's Pheobe?" I asked, changing the subject to my bro's fiancé.

"Oh, she's great! She's actually having a baby!"

I rolled my eyes, What else is new?

"She's having a girl!" he announced suddenly.

I gasped, "Really? Holy shit! That'll be, like, my only niece!"

"I know, haha. You have so many nephews; I figured you'd be happy to know that you won't be the only girl anymore."

"Whoa! Congrat, bro!"

"Thanks, sis. You're gonna be an Auntie!"

I couldn't help but grin, "I'm already an aunt, but don't teach them to call me that! I'm only 18 and I feel fucking ancient already."

He chuckled, "Whatever, sis," then the line got really tense all of a sudden, "Hey, Lex, I was just wondering. Like, I know that's your dream job or whatever. And it's definitely helping with you bringing in some serious dough. You have enough money to go to Harvard! But I miss having my little sis around. This isn't really my style, but I was wondering if you could quit that job and maybe get one closer to home."

My good mood suddenly went pensive. "Marc, it's harder than that. I can't just…quit. Especially now…"

"Why now?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well…something happened that is probably gonna change my whole job description. I can't tell you what because…I can't trust myself to. But my boss ordered a meeting with me and the rest of the team. Hopefully that will clear things up."

"Can you at least call and let us know? I feel like I know nothing about what you do. Is it a sport or something?"

I sighed, "It's complicated. I gotta go now, Marc."

"Why? Don't you wanna talk to everyone else? We all miss you."

Suddenly, no I don't.

"I'm only allowed a few minutes on the phone a day. I've already used up most of those minutes. I'll call again as soon as I can though! And I demand more details on my niece!"

He chuckled, "If you call often enough, I'll send you a copy of the ultra-sound."

"Talk to ya later, Marc." I hung up and couldn't help but let the thought of having a niece spread a wide grin across my face.

"Wot was that all about, sheila?" Mundy asked from behind me.

I looked around at him and saw that he was now wearing his hat, but I could still see bits of gauze poking out of the bottom. His glasses were hooked into the front of his shirt.

"Just calling home. My brother's fiancé is having another baby and it's gonna be a girl!"

"Wot's it bein' a girl so special about?"

"Dude, I have, like, 10 nephews! It'd be good to spread my awesomeness to a more understanding and intelligent mind."

Mundy scoffed, "Whatever floats your boat, Sheila. I'm gonna warn you, though, nieces are more of a handful then nephews."

I looked at him, surprised, "You're an uncle?"

For some reason, I kept on thinking that Mundy would be that creepy uncle parents would warn their children about. Don't go near Uncle Mundy, Little Johnny. He goes wee-wee in jars.

Yup.

"Yeah. I have a niece and a nephew, Jimmy and Tori. He's four and she's three, but my sister tells me they're a handful."

"Hm, for some reason I suspected you were an only child…"

"What gave you that idea? I have a brother and a sister. Brother is younger though."

"Well, you argue a lot with your parents. Normally, parents don't argue with just one of their kids. Trust me."

Mundy sighed, "Well, I'm just the most disappointing to them. I guess they had all these plans for me; get a great huntin' job, marry that girl down the street, have a kid or two. So far, Tanya and Adam are going according to plan. Adam's got a decent hunting job in the Outback and he's only 16. Bloody loves it! I went a bit off track. You must know the feeling."

I raised my eye brows, "What makes you say that?"

"Well, for one, you're a woman. Let me explain! You lived under the same roof as 8 other blokes, all of 'em older then you. You're mum probably asked you to help out a lot around the house or whatevah. I bet she wanted you to marry a rich man so you wouldn't have to work as hard as she did and you could be a happy housewife." He paused, "To be honest, I can't see you taking orders from a man or even cleaning. I've seen you cook, and it's bloody fantastic. But housewife doesn't suit you."

I smirked, "Ma did want me to marry a rich man so we could have rich grandkids or whatever, but she got over it because I made it pretty fuckin clear that I don't take orders from any scumbag man. I did something to prove myself better than her aspirations. Hell, I was the first girl on my high school baseball team, and the best!"

Mundy shook his head, chuckling, "You forget how stubborn we Aussie's are."

I raised an eyebrow, "Oh, and Bostonians will just humbly agree with everything you say. Yeah, ok, deutchbag."

We shared a very awkward and tense laugh. Then Mundy gave me a serious look. "Wot was with you snuffin' that shit in Medic's office, huh?"

I shrugged, "It helped me feel better."

Mundy shook his head, "Medic puts strong shit in his do-hicky's. That particular one is supposed to enhance your performance. You're not supposed to snuff it! And besides, it's a waste of resources."

"Calm down, Kangaroo Jack! It was only for a few minutes. I ain't gonna turn into some druggie or whatever. I just needed a little huff." I crossed my arms, "Besides, I have every right to relax. My fucking brother is probably dead!" I muttered.

Mundy threw his arms up in the air, "My best friend is dead and you don't see me sucking up fumes!"

I dropped my arms and glared at him accusingly, "I thought you were above that 'friendship with teammates' shit?"

"No! Okay just…no! Don't pull that on me. I know! Just shut the fuck up, eh?"

"Don't flip out on me! You're not the only one who lost someone! Look at Medic! And Engie! Soldier was his friend too! We all lost someone."

"Who did you lose on this team? Pyro's still alive. Why were you cryin' out in the middle of the desert?"

I gaped at him, hurt, "I lost my father! My brother is probably dead and if he isn't he hates me! And you know what, shithead? I was cryin' because of you too. Even though you treated me like shit the other day. For some stupid fucking reason, I didn't want you dead!"

Mundy avoided my gaze, "I know what I did wasn't…fair. But you have to understand why I did it."

"Oh, yeah," I said sarcastically, "I totally understand why you would lead me on and kiss me and tell me you loved me then just be all 'oh, and by the way, I never really liked you!'"

"You little-"

"Mundy?" a small voice said from the doorway. We both whipped around and saw Engie standing in the doorway, staring at Mundy. He always shows up at the most awkward times…

"You're…alive?"

Mundy's glaring gaze softened even though he was still looking at me. He sighed and straightened himself out, "Yeah, mate…I spent the night in my van. Just had one o' them feelin's, ya know?"

Engineer nodded slowly, "Well…glad you're ok, Stretch. We're all kinda shaken up right now."

We all shifted awkwardly. I could tell that Engineer was resisting the urge to tackle Mundy into a hug.

"Eh, I don't know if either of you remembered…I kinda forgot anyway too, but…we have that meetin' with Miss. Pauling in BLU base. It's almost time, and I kinda want everyone to go together."

Mundy and I looked at each other and nodded. Silently, we agreed that fighting right now was not the best time.

Plus, I had to see if my brother was still alive.

Uh-Oh! What's gonna happen at the meeting! :O

Make sure you log on next week, because Miss Pauling has a lotta es'plaining to doooooo!