Author's Note:

D.: Ah, thank you so much! That means a lot to me :D This Spy is too vain? Aren't all Spies rather...vain? But yes, I agree, this one isn't exactly right for Medic, though they do have their moments. Haha Spy and Engineer? That's pretty awesome. I tend to like Spy and Scout. I think I like Spy paired with anyone, really. I'm sure he could worm his way into a relationship with anyone, he's a slippery little man. Maybe you'll see in this chapter... maybe not, it might be the next. You'll just have to read and find out! How evil am I? Mwahaha… Thank you for reviewing! Hope I got this out quick enough for you!

Blue: Thank you :D Haha my background plot isn't much. I'm slightly reworking it in my head to see if I can do more with it (which is partly the reason why I didn't write any last weekend...). I hope I don't disappoint you... I actually did not have a plot in mind at all when I started this little project, though I am good at quickly forming the basic idea of something in my head even if I start it without having any idea where it's going to lead. That's kinda what happened here. I don't think Spy was originally going to be in it at all, but then I thought I'd make Heavy work for his Medic… didn't want it to be too easy!

Aurore: Sorry, it took a bit because I was busy! School work is crazy these days. Also boys tend to want to play video games with me quite often for some strange reason (apparently some of them have never met a gamer girl before… we're a rare creature like the spycrab according to guys, but I think not.) However, this chapter was pumped out in basically one night, so at least I can do something when I put my mind to it, or more so when I get off my lazy ass... And thank you! I appreciate it.

I Love This Doktor comic?: I was contacted about making this into a comic, which I was both flattered and shocked about (this isn't that good, is it?) and couldn't help but give Sonia(/Sony) permission to do so. It will be on Sony's deviantART page (sony-shock is her name on there) and I'll let you know when anything more happens. :) I've been shown a preview of it and I'm pretty excited; then again, I've always wanted something of mine to be turned into a comic.

The rating went up because of Scout's fucking mouth—that bastard. Oh, and I have a potty mouth too (actually, the Scout's dialogue is basically things I would say in a rather inarticulate manner with 'chucklenuts' thrown in. Because I equal Scout). If you have a problem with the F-BOMB turn away before I assail your virgin eyes some more (though I can't say I didn't warn you about when this time would come…). If you're cool with it, then, you know, carry on… maggot!

-Chapter 6-

Spy knew he shouldn't have said it, but he couldn't undo it either. He rested a hand on Medic's shoulder, not knowing what to say; he couldn't read Medic right then. To say the least, Medic looked both uncomfortable and lost in thought at the same time. Spy shifted about, pulling the little, metal ashtray he kept inside his suit pocket—a good spy was prepared for anything— to rest his cigarette in, setting the items back on the bed.

"Medic?" he asked, squeezing the man's shoulder gently to try and get his attention, but a distracted guttural response was the best he received. Medic was staring off at the door that Heavy had left through. He seemed to forget he was even healing Spy with the medigun. Clearing his throat, Spy shifted about, plucking his cigarette up and bring it back to his lips.

"I zhought I told you not to smoke in here, herr Spy," Medic said reproachfully, finally commenting on the cigarette, "It's a filzhy habit." He couldn't understand how half of his team went through pack after pack as if it were candy and they had an insatiable sweet tooth. Spy begrudgingly put out the cigarette on the ashtray, frowning uneasily as an uncomfortable silence filled the room. The sound of the fluorescent lights humming and Scout's heavy breathing weren't enough to diffuse the situation.

And after a the silence became too much, Medic turned off the medigun, prodding at Spy's nose for a moment carefully as Spy cringed at the touches. "I must go talk vizh Heavy," Medic said, "Try to get some rest, liebe. Your body vill do zhe rest of zhe healing."

The affectionate word did only so much to ease Spy's apprehensions. As Medic turned to leave he reached out, grasping the first thing that he could. Pulling Medic back by his tie, Spy kissed the man roughly, grunting in pain as Medic knocked into his nose. But he didn't care, he was kissing his man and that was more important than a little twinge of pain—and oh was it satisfying. How could he have even thought that Medic might leave him for that fatuous oaf. Sure, this relationship had all started on a whim of his—but once Spy made up his mind there was no changing it. Heavy wasn't going to get in his way.

"Are you happy now?" Medic asked, adjusting his own tie and glasses, slightly flushed from the experience.

"Exceptionally," Spy said with a smirk, planting a chaste kiss on Medic's lips before turning to lie in the bed, arms crossed behind his head, "You may go talk to ze fat man now." And Medic smiled, heading out of the room—pausing for a moment over the mess on the floor from the sandvich to mutter a curse about how he'd have to clean it up later.

Spy had no worries in his mind about it any longer; then again, Spy was always a confident man. But that didn't mean it wouldn't be more than illuminating to listen in on whatever conversation Medic and Heavy were to hold. He slipped out of the bed after a pause to make sure that Medic wasn't going to return quickly after forgetting something (but then again, when did Medic ever forget something? He had the memory capacity of an elephant).

But first things first, he slipped over to Scout's bed, adjusting his suit to get the wrinkles out before rifling through the boy's clothes. The first pocket was empty, but in the second one he found a small item. "Ah-ha," he murmured, a delightfully sadistic smirk appearing on his face as he pocketed the trinket, but his look faltered as he glanced back at Scout; he couldn't help but feel pity for the boy. Waiting around for his team without food or clean water and a broken leg like that must have been terribly unbearable. He fixed the blankets back around Scout, tucking him in before continuing to more pressing matters. He had a doctor to follow. Turning on his cloak and dagger watch, Spy slipped out of the room, heading toward down the long hallway.

Only, as he was moving he saw Medic walking back toward the infirmary. He looked to be in unusually high spirits. The conversation couldn't have been that quick and there was something off. "Merde..." he hissed under his breath, turning back around and following Medic to the doors.

He had been too slow to make it in after the other male. He reached into his jacket, pulling a stethoscope. He held one end up to the door, and one of the earpieces up to his ear as he listened in to see if he could hear anything that was going on first. However, he most certainly did not need the stethoscope as Scout, who seemed to have been quite rudely awakened, "I'll fuckin kill you all! You'll never take m--" Spy wasn't exactly sure what cut Scout off, nor did he care as he had fallen back from the sudden noise assaulting his eardrum. If breaking his nose hadn't ensured a headache for the rest of the night, this certainly had and all Spy could think to do at that moment was mutter some colorful curses as he rubbed his ear.

After the initial shock of the explosion of sound, Spy hesitantly leaned back with his ear against the door, not wanting to risk going deaf if Scout were to have another outburst. However, it didn't appear to be as such. There were some muffled conversation between the Scout and Medic. There was some shuffling about and he couldn't stand it any longer, pocketing the stethoscope and opening the door after decloaking. Clearing his throat he stepped into the room.

Medic paused in opening up a drawer at the desk, shutting it hastily, asking, "Is zhere somezhing you vant Herr Spy?" He shifted about uncomfortably, picking up with his syringe gun, unloading and loading it idly.

"Your chat wiz ze fat man was quick," he said, pulling a cigarette out and lighting up, "'Ow did zat go?"

"Ach, it vas fine," Medic stated, quite dismissive. He continued to rummage around the desk.

After a moment Spy cleared his throat, pulling a watch out of his pants pocket, "Looking for zis?" He waved the item a bit before letting it fall back into the palm of his hand, holding it in a fist.

"What the fuck are ya talkin about?" Scout cut in, shifting about "Why would he want a stupid watch, chucklenuts?"

Spy glanced at Scout, adjusting his tie as he remarked snidely, "Good to see you're doing well, Scout."

"Fuck you, man," Scout grumbled, shifting about in the bed, mumbling to himself.

Spy snorted softly, ignoring the slight pain it caused his nose, before turning back to the Medic, only to see the man pointing the syringe gun above his head. "Oh... merde..." he murmured, frozen as the other pulled the trigger. Staggering as the needle hit him, Spy dropped to the ground attempting to pull the item out of his body, but he knew that whatever Medic put in there was strong enough to knock him out with only minor contact. "Spy..." he breathed out before it all went black.

"Duuuuude," Scout said as he glanced down at the RED Spy on the floor as the BLU one took off his disguise, setting the syringe gun in its rightful place, "You knocked him OUT!" He reached down with one arm, attempting to reach out to poke the unmoving body. But his bed was too high up so his arm was just left dangling there until he straightened up as the BLU Spy approached. "So, what're ya gunna do wit 'im, BLU?" Scout asked, watching as the other crouched over the incapacitated Spy, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, you're not gunna like molest 'im or anythin like that, right?"

BLU stood up, frowning at Scout for a moment before leaning forward. He cupped Scout's cheek, smirking at him as asked, "Why would I do zat, amour?" He kissed Scout for a moment before going back down to retrieve his watch. "Ze 'Eavy on my team broke my ozah invisibility watch after ze battle," he stated unhappily.

"Un-freakin'-believable. Ya forgot to take it back?" Scout asked, rolling his eyes, "You spies aren't as smart as yer cracked up to be."

Chuckling, Spy rolled his eyes as he put his watch back on, "Oui. It appears we are not." He leaned forward, kissing Scout's cheek before patting the boy's thigh affectionately. He leaned down, grunting as he picked the RED Spy up before hefting him onto a bed. "Frère, you are getting quite 'eavy..." he murmured, adjusting RED's body to make it look more natural. "I must bid you adieu, Scout," he stated as he activated his newly reclaimed watch, "It is quite dangerous to be 'ere for me. Tell ze medic zat 'e 'ad a 'eadache and decided to rest or somezing."

"Yeah, sure, whatever," Scout muttered unhappily, shifting about in the bed. He wasn't about to say something like 'when will I see you again?' because that was gay. And he most definitely wasn't gay. So what if he banged a Spy...or two in his day, that was only because there weren't any freakin girls here. Opening his mouth, unsure of what he was about to say, Scout managed to get a little squeak out as the medical bay's door opened again. "Oh… yo… what's up Medic?" he asked anxiously, not knowing whether or not BLU Spy snuck out when the door had been opened or if he was stuck in there. At least he seemed to have that annoying watch that never ran out, as long as he was standing still, if he were still in there.

-Author's Note-

Oh yeah, he pointed the syringe gun above the head because of how they fall. When playing medic you have to point above the head (and to the left a bit) in order to hit someone. So BLU Spy knew what he was doing when he was shooting it. Just thought I'd clarify if you were wondering because you don't play Medic often or something like that. (:

You should see the ubersaw I'm making for my Medic cosplay. It's pretty awesome. And I want to do a TF2 roleplay, contact me if you're interested? Please and thanks.

Here's a real author's note about the chapter (that I didn't want to put at the beginning): I originally had this play out differently in my head.* But I decided to change it to make the story a lil more sophisticated or somethin', I dunno don't question me, chucklehead. I think what I wanted to really mention was that Heavy and Medic's conversation will be in the next chapter, so don't worry I'm not skipping over it.

*I play the scenes out over and over and over in my head—rather than writing rough drafts, actually—sometimes to the point that I have no desire to actually write it out; also I tend to do this while trying to sleep…shit son, who 'm I trying to fool? I ALWAYS do this before going to sleep.

Ahem. That being said, Spy's jacket has EVERYTHING in it. You can get to Narnia from it. A good spy is prepared for everything. A bad spy is dead... because he wasn't prepared for everything.

PS I love every single one of you guys. Let's all get married and have a million kids together and give each and every one of them ridiculous names that will make them hate us for the rest of their lives—sound like a plan?... If I ever meet any of you guys, I would hit on every single one of you until you told me to stop, and I can't even promise that I'll listen. xx –KillerLover (how's that for romancin'? Did I make your knees weak?)

PPS Thanks naturally to my beta, Cheetana. I pester her a lot with needless emails and make her worry for my well being by telling her about all of my ailments because I'm just that cool. So, thanks Cheetana for putting up with me :D I'd hit on you too if we ever met, lovah.

This author's note has gone on too long, so I have just one thing left to say: reviews are appreciated, babycakes.