A/N: I'm sorry! Don't eat me!... That was random, anywho Sorry it took a long time to update! But here it is: Chapter eleven! Seriously though it's been what two months? Yeah... Sorry. Anyway READ ON! :3

Grey.

It made everything. The world you saw was absolutely and utterly grey. Not even a single speck of colour. Colour devoid. That fact was unavoidable, but for some strange reason it didn't bother you in the slightest.

Your head felt much better, even if the memories were fuzzy. As long as you didn't dwell on them for too long, anyway. Any thing you remembered was only shapes and colours, no lines and no sense of anything. It honestly looked like smoke and fog.

Now that your head was feeling better, hell, more than your head, your entire body felt entirely reborn! A renewed sense of being, and even though the world was literally grey, you felt better than ever. You thought it was safe enough to push yourself into a sitting position and proceeded to do so ready for any swarming thoughts or pounding headaches, though none came.

The infirmary seemed... well, normal? Since you couldn't remember, it was hard to tell.

A loud, drawn out creak stole your attention, followed by a pleasantly familiar voice, "Ah! Fraulien, danke gott! You are avake!"

A man in a lab coat rushed forward and pulled you into a hug. This... he was familiar, in a good way, and this feeling was definitely something you remembered. You closed your eyes and savoured the moment. His face was different but that was easily the fuzziness of the memories.

"Zo, the appât is awake now?"

Medic pulled away from you presumably to look at the source of the voice, and you too reluctantly opened your eyes. Spy was leaning in the doorframe taking a drag from his cigarette.

"Ja." Medic answered, keeping a hand on your shoulder. And you noticed for the first time how odd he was acting, his jaw was clenched and his muscles were tense, but it was his expression that got you, his lips were set in a tight line and his eyebrows at such and angle. It could only be descibed as grim.

"Is there something wrong?" You asked, your voice was gravelly, and it hurt to talk.

Medic suddenly looked very concerned, "Vater?"

"Yes." You rasped, desperate for something to quench the dryness that seemed to suddenly appear. He got up and walked to his office with brisk footsteps.

Spy seemed to take this as a chance to draw closer, "Madame, 'ow are jou feeling?"

"Okay, I guess." You felt uncertain, though Spy asked kindly, there was something sinister underlying his tone. The greyness of your vision didn't hinder your ability to read expressions, he was-

"Shoo!" Medic rushed back in throwing a glare at the Spy, who stopped his approach. The doctor kneeled at your bedside and handed the glass of water to you, and you didn't hesitate to guzzle it down. He watched you anxiously and checked your tempurature with his hand.

"Are you feeling alright?" He asked moving to the closet nearest your bed.

"Yeah... I'm actually feeling great!" You beamed letting the fresh feeling sink into your bones.

He smiled despite being preoccupied with looking through the contents of the closet, "Zhat's good. "

"Do you zhink you will be able to participate in today's battle, mademoiselle?" Spy inquired with a mischevious smirk.

This seemed to strike a nerve for the medic, he whipped around to face the suit-clad man, "No!"

"I wasn't talking to jou, doctor." Spy stated calmly letting his smirk disappear.

"She has been unconsious for nearly a veek!"

You watched the interaction curiously before realization hit you like a train (and you knew what that felt like). "A week!"

"Oui." "Ja."

"Well then, I've been down long enough! I need to get back on the horse!"

"You've been very sick." Medic argued.

"And she is feeling better, non?" Spy inputted.

"I hate to say it because I really want to sleep in, but I'm feeling fine." You stated standing up, wearing the regular hospital gown.

Medic sighed looking at the ground dejectedly, "Vell then... you need to get dressed."

He rummaged through the closet again pulling out a uniform. And handed it to you then left without another word.

Spy watched him leave, triumph sparkling in his eyes. He then cast his gaze to you. "Do not be late." He chuckled darkly, leaving you alone to change.

Why were they acting so damn weird?

You finally made your way to the dining hall, where everyone should be having breakfast. Laughter and joking could be heard down the hall.

The entire table turned whe you entered the room, and the banter abruptly stopped. Your skin crawled. "Uh... Hi?"

Everyone just turned back to their food. What, no welcome? Taking a plate, you carefully planted yourself beside Medic. No one said anything, and just ate quietly ignoring you.

"What's with everyone today?" You wondered aloud, breaking the silence.

Soldier suddenly slammed his fist on the table and left the room grumbling something about maggots. Scout got up next, "Imma just... yeah." He left too. Next was Engie, "I need ta get some gear together..." And one by one, every one left until only you Spy and Medic were left.

"Was it something I did?" You asked Medic, feeling a little rejected.

"No..." Medic sighed getting up, "I zhink everyvone just lost zheir appitite." And with that he left the room, leaving you more than a little hurt inside. What happened?

"Don't worry," Spy chuckled, "Everything will be just fine, mademoiselle."

You and the team waited in just behind the gates of Teufort. "Thirty-seconds until mission starts!" Scout shifted anxiously keeping his gaze straight ahead. Soldier waited with his rocket launcher poised for a perfect rocket jump when he got outside. Sniper was ready to snipe the second opportunity came knocking. Heavy sniffed every now and then ready for anything. Engie had his toolbox out ready to slap down a sentry. Pyro hopped in anticipation. Demoman took an occasional swig of scrumpy. Spy was nowhere to be seen. And Medic was buffering Heavy (however he stood next to you in a possessive manner). All the normal pre-mission things. What was different?

No one said anything, and it was seriously creeping you out. They glared at you when they thought you weren't looking. Why? Just why?

"Ten seconds!"

Thankfully your team and the other teams clothes were two different shades of grey.

"GO!"

Everyone charged, and for some strange reason you left Medic in the dust, and followed Scout closely. "Scout!" you shouted without stopping.

"Whaddaya want?" he answered stopping just before the battlements.

"What's with everyone?" Desperation shone through your voice.

He paused before glaring at you angrily, "Ask Spy." he growled acidly before taking off to get the intel.

Thoughts were rushing through his head as the countdown continued. Thoughts of you. The Spy... this was all his fault. That filthy rat was a liar, and he would pay.

A/N: What do you think will happen? Guess! :D I know! MUHUHAHAHAHAHA! Just kidding I'll update sooner this time! R&R! :3