A couple of days went by as Miss Pauling continued to observe Scout and his work in matches. He was becoming MVP nearly every round and winning almost every single time. During a longer break between matches, Miss Pauling was approached by Medic, the older German man gave her a slightly nervous smile.

"Hello, Miss Pauling."

"Hi Medic. You look like you need something."

Medic chuckled softly, "Am I zat obvious? Anyway, I was vondering if you could help me with something. . .important."

"Hmm? How important?"

"Very."

Miss Pauling nodded, "Okay, what do you need?"

The Medic smile went away and he looked hesitant, "Vell. . .It's rather embarrassing. I need someone to help me. . .show affection to another person."

Miss Pauling smiled, looking a tad amused, "You mean you want me to help you show Heavy that you like him, huh?"

Medic's cheeks flushed slightly as he rubbed the back of his head nervously, "Ja. Misha has been my friend and teammate for years now and we've always felt closer to each other than anyone else. He means very much to me. He is the only person I. . ."

Miss Pauling nodded and gripped the older man's arm and he stopped talking and looked up at her, "Medic, I understand."

Medic smiled softly, "Danke, Fräulein Pauling."

"You go, don't worry. I'll figure something out, alright?"

Medic then left and another person soon came up to Miss Pauling. It was Pyro. Miss Pauling gave the mute pyromaniac a smile, despite them nearly choking her to death when she arrived.

"Hey, Pyro! How ya doing, buddy?"

"Mmph! Mmmmph!"

When Miss Pauling looked mildly confused at Pyro's gibberish, so the firebug quickly ran and returned with a notepad and a pencil. They scribbled down a sentence and headed it to the woman. Pyro's handwriting looked like a small child had written it instead of a murderous arsonist.

"GOOD, YOU NIcE LAdy."

Miss Pauling smiled, "Thank you, Pyro."

Pyro nodded happily and wrote another note, handing it to her quickly.

"ENgieE nEeds hAlp. SiCk."

Miss Pauling couldn't really make out some of Pyro's words, but she got the gist of it. The Engineer was apparently sick and Pyro was worried about their friend. So Miss Pauling made her way to Engie's workshop, Pyro hot on her heels the whole way.

X X X

Miss Pauling knocked on the door to Engineer's workshop and she heard coughing and a hoarse voice, "Come in", so she pushed open the door and walked to where Engie's was slumped in his chair. Engie looked terrible, his face was red and he was sweating buckets. He looked up at Miss Pauling and Pyro,

"Oh, hello Miss-" Engie suddenly sat up and coughed hard before sinking back in his chair, "-Pauling, what are ya doing here?"

"Pyro came to me and told you that you weren't feeling yourself today."

"Ah, it's just a little stomach bug. It'll. . .pass."

Miss Pauling looked at the Texan sternly and so did Pyro, although under their mask and he sighed, 'Fine, I'll go to the doc if that'll make ya happy"

Pyro nodded vigorously and pulled Engie from his chair and basically dragged him out of the room. Miss Pauling saw herself out and bumped into Scout on the way towards Medic's infirmary. The young man gave her a grin.

"Miss Paulin', fancy running into you here!"

Miss Pauling didn't stop walking as Scout trudged behind her, "Scout, not now. I'm busy."

"Busy enough to answer a question?"

Miss Pauling stopped walking and turned around to face Scout, "What kind of question?"

"What were you going to tell me before you had to leave?"

Miss Pauling's heart nearly stopped. She totally forgot she was going to tell Scout who his real father was a couple nights ago before The Administrator's timely interruption.

"Well, I was going to tell you that I know-"

Suddenly before Miss Pauling could get any more words out, Heavy came running, yes running, towards the two. He stopped, heaving breaths as he tried to speak.

"Doktor told me to find you. . .needs help with something he won't tell Heavy about."

Miss Pauling let out an annoyed sighed, of course, someone was going to interrupt her yet again. "What does he need, Heavy/"

Heavy shrugged and grunted, 'Wouldn't tell Heavy. Just said to get Pauling."

Pauling nodded and turned to Scout, "We can talk later. Gotta go. Again."

Scout seemed disappointed, but nodded and left. Miss Pauling suddenly felt weightless and she figured out why real quick: Heavy picked her up in one giant hand.

"Heavy, what are you doing?!"

"Well be faster than you walking with baby legs."

And with a terrified Miss Pauling in hand, the lumbering Russian thundered down the hallway.