AN: There will be puppyness in this chapter. I'm testing the waters with the puppyness, and if I get enough positive reviews, then there will be more puppyness in the future. enjoy!

The BLU Spy puffed on his cigarette with a scowl. They had lost the match, but that wasn't what bothered the Spy. He had half listened to his team's grumbling until he overheard the BLU Soldier talk about his encounter with the RED Sniper. Again, Spy found himself suspicious. Why was the RED Sniper suddenly acting like an animal? Biting did not become the Aussie, and tearing out someone's throat sure as hell didn't either. Spy tossed his cigarette down and crushed it as he made his choice.

He would simply have to do a little spying on the RED Sniper.

Spy smiled to himself and turned around just in time for someone to plow into him. A hand flew for his knife, but the someone grabbed his wrist and pulled the sleeve back. Spy growled when he saw that it was the BLU Medic.

The Medic examined the scar on Spy's arm like an artist would a priceless painting.

"Beautiful," He breathed, blowing his long brown bangs from his face. Spy scowled and wrenched his arm away, pulling the sleeve back down.

"What do you want, Docteur?" He asked. Medic gave a wide grin that Spy was sure little children had nightmares about somewhere.

"I vas told by Herr Engineer zat you had been injured in battle. Zough I am happy vent to his dispenser for healing I must ask vhy you did not seek me out. An injured arm is hardly life threatening."

Spy rolled his eyes. Of course Medic loved the dispensers that Engineer built. The dispensers could heal, but they could not prevent scars like the medigun could. And the BLU Medic loved scars.

"It was just an animal bite. I was attacked by ze local wildlife," Spy cooly lied. Medic raised an eyebrow and his smile did not falter.

"An animal bite?" He repeated. "I have never seen an animal bite like zat." Spy glared.

"Well zen you must not 'ave seen many," he snapped. "And I didn't come to you because I do not trust you." He brushed past the Medic and continued down the hall.

"Ach," Medic followed him. "Are you still sore because I tried to give you tentacles? You know, if you vould only put your pride and vanity aside, you vould realize zat tentacles could give you quite ze advantage. "

"Only in ze sewers," Spy quipped. "And not everyone fights in ze sewers."

"Zen you vould not have to fight!" Medic said excitedly. "I could have Herr Engineer build a little moat around ze base and you could stay in zere and be our guardian! Imagine! Or I could have him build you a grand tank and you could stay in zere all safe and sound. And I could feed you fish and snails. You like snails, ja? Zey are a delicacy in Fr-"

"Docteur!" Spy spun around and grabbed the Medic to stop him from running into him. "I am not a guardian nor am I some pet. I am a Spy. I belong on ze field."

Medic frowned and looked down.

"You could be a great pet," he mumbled. Spy sighed and rolled his eyes. There was the flutter of wings as a Starling landed on Medic's head. Medic looked up and a true smile of happiness broke out over his face.

"Ah, Lizzie, mein Liebling," he said, reaching up to stroke the bird.

"Why is it zat you treat your own team badly, but you treat your birds like royalty?" Spy asked.

"Man is terrible. Animals are precious," Medic said matter-of-factly.

"Zen why did you not become a veterinarian?"

"Because I have sociopathic tendencies zat need to be addressed and being a doctor is my outlet," Medic explained. "I vill behead a man in an instant, but I could never harm something as precious as my little Lizzie." Medic took the bird in his hands and cooed at it affectionately.

"I still cannot believe zat you named zat bird after Lizzie Borden," Spy shook his head in disgust and walked off. Medic just grinned again and walked off to his office, singing softly under his breath to his bird:

"Lizzie Borden took an axe and gave her mozer forty vhacks…"

~O~

Over at the RED base, Sniper was just waking up in Medic's infirmary.

"Ah, Herr Sniper," Medic said with a warm smile. "How are you feeling?"

Sniper rubbed his eyes and looked at Medic in confusion.

"Did ya sedate me?" He asked. Medic nodded solemnly.

"You looked to be in great pain. Vas it respawn sickness?" He asked. Sniper listened closely for his instinct, but nothing came. He didn't think that telling the Medic that he was hearing voices would be a good thing, so he just nodded.

"Yeah," he said. "Respawn sickness. Gave me a bad migraine." Medic nodded in understanding.

"I know how zat feels," he said. "And I'm sure zat you vill be pleased to know zat ve von ze match."

Won the match? How long had Sniper been unconscious?

"What time is it?" He asked. Medic suddenly looked sheepish.

"It's almost sunset…" he chuckled nervously.

"What?" Sniper growled. "How long were ya gonna keep me under?"

"Vell…" Medic began. "I vas going to just sedate you for a little, but zen I became curious as to vhat vould happen if you vere unconscious vhen it vas time for you to transform. Oh, and you had a visitor!"

"A visitor? Who?"

"Herr Scout came by to see you vhen you vere sleeping. He seems vorried about you, but he certainly had no varm feelings for me," Medic said, walking over to the side to feed his birds. He filled the little dishes with birdseed, looking up when the door opened and Demoman walked in.

"I found a book that migh' help us," he said, holding up a ratty book. Medic smiled as Archimedes perched on his shoulder.

"How many of those books do you have?" Sniper asked, climbing out of the bed. Demo just grinned.

"I have enough, lad," he said. "Mother still hasn' found a copy of tha' book ye', bu' this one should help until then. It has a chapter on werewolves."

Sniper wasn't paying attention until pain exploded in his head.

'BAD. KILL.'

Oh, so his instinct remembered Demo as the one who cursed him in the first place. Sniper shook his head slightly and stifled a growl. He could feel a prickly heat in his body and a quick glance out the window showed that he had little time left. Demo followed Sniper's gaze.

"I think we should ge' him to tha' cell now, Doc," he said.

~O~

"Have you found anything yet?" Medic asked. He stood in front of Sniper's cell, watching the wolf bite at the bars in an effort to break free. Demo scowled.

"I hafta a read a wee bit slower than ye Doc since I have only one eye," he snapped. Medic rolled his eyes and watched as Sniper began to reach between the bars with a massive paw and bat at the air in front of Medic. A few inches more and he would be able to touch the doctor.

"Hmmm…" Demo flipped through the chapter, ignoring how Medic was now holding a hand out to bait the wolf only to snatch it away when the wolf swiped at him.

"Aha! It says here tha' only the mate or the scent of the mate of a wolf can calm it down," Demo said in triumph. "Now how are we gonna do tha'?"

"Vell, for starters, ve don't even know who ze volf's mate is. It could be a man, a woman, or even some ozer animal. So ve are, as Herr Scout vould say, screwed," Medic said, not pausing in his game with Sniper. Demo frowned and kept reading.

"It says tha' a wolf's fur reflects the distance to its mate. The darker the fur, the closer the mate is," Both he and Medic made note of Sniper's pitch black fur.

"Zen his mate is close by," Medic mused. "But ve only have men in zis base. Is it common for volves to engage in homosexuality?"

"I don' know," Demo said. "Maybe it's a reflection off of Sniper."

"Are you saying zat Herr Sniper is gay?" Medic chuckled. "I vould never in a million years call zat man gay. He does not act it at all."

"Look, we can argue over this or we can try to find the scent we need," Demo said, annoyed with the Medic.

"Vell, zat is simple enough to do. A trip to ze laundry room should do it," Medic mused. He suddenly yelped when Sniper finally managed to snag a corner of Medic's coat in his claws. Medic quickly jerked away, the corner of his coat ripping off in Sniper's claws. Medic huffed irritably, but turned away to leave.

"Make sure to keep an eye on him," he said to Demo, giving a smirk as he passed. Demo caught the joke and flipped Medic off.

Medic came back not long after with an armful of dirty laundry that had quite the smell. Demo's nose crinkled in disgust, but he noticed how Sniper seemed to calm slightly.

"Look, Doc," Demo said as Medic dropped the pile on the floor. "He's calmin' down."

"Zen ve are on ze right track," Medic said with a smile. He disentangled a shirt and noted the emblem on the sleeve. "Zis is Herr Soldier's shirt." He held it out to Sniper, but quickly withdrew his arm when Sniper growled at him.

"Obviously not him," Medic said, grabbing another shirt.

"Herr Engineer."

Grrrrr...

"Herr Spy?"

Grrrrr…

"Herr Heavy?"

Grrrr….

"Herr Pyro?"

Grrrr….

Medic noted the last shirt and raised an eyebrow. This shirt had no emblem, and the sleeves were still partially rolled up.

"Zis is ze last one…" He held it out to Sniper like the others. Sniper sniffed the shirt and then snatched it from Medic's hand. He tugged it through the bars of the cell and dropped it on the floor. Demo and Medic's jaws dropped as they watched Sniper give a happy bark and start rolling on the shirt, wagging his tail and gnawing affectionately on the cloth.

"Well I'll be Bigfoot's toenails…"Demo said in shock. "The wee runner is Sniper's mate. I never would have guessed- what are you doing?" Demo jumped back as Medic unlocked the cell door and peered back at Demo with a grin.

"He is calm now, ja? I have nothing to vorry about." He opened the door and slowly walked in. Sniper took no notice of him and kept gnawing on Scout's shirt. Demo didn't move, afraid that he would set the wolf off, and wished that one of them had brought a weapon. Medic inched his way over to Sniper and held a hand out. He slowly lowered it to pat Sniper's head. Sniper finally looked up at Medic, the shirt falling from his teeth. Medic held his breath as he stared the wolf down. The wolf, now calmed, could think clearly about his surroundings. He knew this man, didn't he? He knew his smell. This man helped him. This man was good.

Sniper then leapt up to lick Medic's face, smearing his glasses with slobber, and then barked happily. Medic wiped his glasses off with a smile.

"So he is calmed vhen he smells Herr Scout," he said, reaching down to scratch Sniper behind the ears. Sniper's tongue lolled out of his mouth, and he eagerly pushed his head into Medic's hand.

"Ha, he's acting like a wee pup," Demo laughed as he approached the bars. Sniper suddenly growled at Demo, teeth bare and ears flat against his head. He snapped at Demo, and Demo quickly jumped back.

"It vould appear zat he doesn't like you," Medic said, clearly amused. "I vonder vhy zat could be…" Demo glared as Medic chuckled. Sniper calmed down again and rolled over for Medic to scratch his belly. No one noticed the odd blue puff of smoke at the window.