(Hey! This is the final chapter that I am posting today, it's as far as I've written as of now and to be honest I'm rather proud of myself. I never thought I'd work up the balls to post one of my own work, but here we are. Hope you enjoy and thanks again for reading)

"Why was he attacking ya like that?" Sniper asked, a concerned look on his face. Tech sighed again.

"I'm a, what do you call it… poofter, that's the word," He held a humorless smile as he spoke. "I come from a... rather religious family. When I was younger, my father found out about a crush I had on this boy who lived down the road. He beat me senseless for it," He coughed again, wiping the blood from his face. "He forced me to explain. Then, him and my brother, being the almighty religious men they are, pretty much tried to torture it out of me," He reached forwards and pulled up his left pant leg to his knee, revealing a thick white scar. "Gave me this. They still give me hell over the whole thing," He shook his head. Sniper's eyes widened at the sight of the scar. It was in exactly the same place as it was on the little boy from his dream. He shook his head. He didn't have time for nonsense like that.

"Do ya think you can stand?" He asked. Tech shook his head.

"One thing about Nikolas, he always makes his targets immobile. He broke my leg," He grimaced as he tried to move a little. Sniper held his mouth in a thin line as he thought.

"Do ya know where your Spy is?" He asked. Tech scratched the back of his head, cringing when his fingers pressed against a new bruise.

"Probably waiting out around the shed, near one of your hangout things," He answered. "He usually waits there for me to make sure the others don't harass me so much," He smiled weakly. Sniper nodded.

"I'll be right back, think ya can wait while I go get him?" He asked. Tech nodded. Sniper stood, patting the boy's head before exiting the room and beginning to look for the BLU Spy.

Spy looked up from his cigarette case.

"Allos Jarman," He said calmly. Sniper stood in front of him with a somewhat nervous look on his face.

"I need your help," He said, looking at his feet. Spy raised a brow, putting his cigarette case back into his jacket pocket. Sniper slowly met the man's gaze.

"It's about Tech. Our's started attacking him after the match. He's hurt bad, Spook," He explained. Spy nodded.

"Lead the way, Bushman," Spy gestured to the field and Sniper nodded. They left, keeping quiet so as not to attract attention.

Tech looked up at the sound of footsteps. He fell onto his side and reached out for his machete. He just managed to get a hold of it and push himself up when the two men came through the door.

"Oh, hej," He set down the weapon at the sight of them. A look of concern crossed Spy's face at the sight of the boy.

"What happened?" He asked, crouching down in front of Tech.

"My counterpart decided it'd be fun to beat me up after the round," His voice was a lot stronger then it had been. His nose crinkled in disgust.

"I hate him," He muttered in a hurt tone.

"I don't know what to do with him," Sniper said. Tech wiped some blood from his face again. Spy noticed that the young man's blood was quite a bit darker than normal blood. He paid it no mind. Tech coughed violently into his hands, spattering blood onto the floor. He groaned, tilting his head back and crossing his arms over his stomach.

"We need to get him medical help," Spy said, brushing some of the kid's hair out of his face. Tech shook his head.

"Nah, I'm- I'm fine," He tried to push himself up onto his feet but doubled over in pain.

"Ya ain't fine mate. Ya can't even stand," Sniper said. Tech sighed, sitting up. He coughed again, blood dipping down his chin.

"I could try and carry him to your base, Spook. You'd just have to help him in the building," Sniper suggested after a moment. Spy nodded.

"I suppose that could work," He said. Tech hung his head in shame and nodded as well. Sniper leaned forwards and carefully wrapped his arms around the boy. One on his back and the other behind his knees. He lifted him up without much effort. Tech hissed in pain from the sudden motion, putting a hand on Sniper's shoulder to steady himself.

"S-sorry if I get blood on you," Tech murmured. Sniper smiled.

"Mate, do ya honestly think I care about me clothes right now?" He chuckled as Tech's face turned a light pink. Spy smiled at the sight.

"The two of you make a cute couple," He said. Both men's faces turned a darker shade of red.

"V-Va? N-Nej, det ä-är löjligt," Tech stammered, slipping into his first language on accident. Sniper started stuttering out a response. Spy started laughing.

"Mon dieu, you two are gullible. I was only joking," He let out a breath to calm himself. "Ah, anyway, we should get to the task at hand, non?"