DISCLAIMER: THIS IS A WORK OF FAN-FICTION NOTHING MORE. TEAM FORTRESS 2 BELONGS TO VALVE CORPORATION.
Names: (Story was started on 29 November 2010, not all characters have been named hence the need to come up with own names)
Spy: Andre
Heavy: Sokov
Sniper: Nigel
Soldier: Jane Doe (as stated in Team Fortress Wiki)
Medic: Landric Metzger
Demoman: Tavish DeGroot (as stated in Team Fortress Wiki)
Engineer: Dell Conagher (as stated in Team Fortress Wiki)
Pyro: Pyro
Scout: Dillan
OC: Toskia Van der Meer
BOOSTER
CHAPTER 11
A Team Fortress 2 Fan-fic
Outside abruptly feeling the cold night air on her skin, she climbed onto the tin roof of the base, and made her way to where the Medic's open room window was. From the roof, she swung down, mindful of Landric's neck, lest her movement might sprain or injure his limp body. Toskia gently laid her betreuer onto his bed, and arranged his body into a position that was not awkward.
"You drug addict." she said accusingly to him.
He moaned weakly in response, his head listlessly turning to the side completely lacking any vigour.
She took one last covetous glance at him, laying so helpless on the bed. His hands were beginning to grasp at his sheets, wrinkling them. It was due to the effects of the drug he took no doubt, his face was not relaxed, but marred with an expression of frustration and gradually surging torture. She did not like what she saw.
She went out by the same risky and dangerous manner from which she came, though very well used to, and dropped back into Dr. Metzger's office. Luckily, the Australian was still there, knocking on the door. She feared for a moment that he might go to Landric's room to ask for the keys to his office because Toskia had apparently locked herself in there. It would appear that as a sniper, he had his patience.
"Sheila what are you doin' in there?" Came his voice.
She finally opened the door for him. He stepped into the office, taking his bush hat off in greeting. Nigel said smiling, "I saw you go, and followed ya' hee're."
"Uh, I was not feeling well. I seem to have gotten gastric and came here looking for some medicine."
He looked at her face. It was slightly flushed, and she was sweating lightly. What was she doing so long in the office, and how did she get in? The doc always kept his office door locked. "But the meds are all outside on the shelves in the infirmary." Nigel's expression became ponderous. It was only the painkillers and anaesthesia that was kept in Dr. Metzger's office, among other non-conventional medical drugs.
Nigel curiously peered behind Toskia, who appeared to be nonchalantly calm. The usually immaculate desk had a bottle of something on it, and an empty syringe. Inwardly he panicked at the signs.
"How'd cha get in hee're?" he asked.
She did not answer, and seemed to realise that she was in a tight spot when she looked behind her and saw that her recent activity was in plain sight. Nigel could not blame her for being careless, drugs had a tendency to fog one's brain right up.
Nigel, with his warm blue eyes wide with shock and worry said aghast, "How long you been doin' this? Does the doc know?"
"Eversince. Yes he knows– he lets me. He gave me the key." Toskia lied, trying her best to keep her speech as fluid as possible. Her mind was working in overdrive making up lies. She was more used to performing with her body, she had the ability to pretend well, but not come up with stories.
"What the hell the bastard. Why?" Nigel fiercely demanded, and held Toskia's hands in his own squeezing them. "Are you troubled... don't do this to yourself Sheila!"
"I am fine. Do not worry about me." she said blinking, feeling uncomfortable with his fawning. A spurt of annoyance came up within her at what Nigel called Landric.
Nigel was irrationally worried, he said, "I care about you alot girl. Do you wanna talk about this?"
"No. I am fine." she lied, thinking how to get rid of him, thinking how to change the subject.
Nigel looked at his feet for a moment, and looked up at her again, his sincere gaze penetrating hers. His voice dropped lower and became suggestive and husky. "You sure, do you need me to comfort you?"
She suddenly threw her arms around his neck and kissed his rough cheek. "You are so sweet Nigel. Don't worry about me I am fine. Go back to watching the movie."
He held her and rocked her body abit in that embrace. He said, "What did ya' give yourself?" He was stroking her fine blond hair.
"Ketamine."
His hug tightened. "Jesus Chrio'st and you can still stand straight?"
"Yes. Many years of abuse have built this formidable resistance." was the automatic, mechanical and lifeless reply.
"Oh my God." He gasped softly, holding her tighter.
"I don't like you to see me like this. Please go back to watching the movie." Toskia said, breaking the embrace with both her hands on his chest as she pushed him away slowly.
"If you need me..." Nigel began. He could not understand what she meant by that, she looked perfectly normal other than being slightly out of breath and flustered.
But Toskia had already swiftly walked past him and out of the office and infirmary. He stood there not knowing what to do, or how to react, and heard her footsteps change as she broke into a run.
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She would stop at this. She told the Medic she would not be sexual with him until he was ready. She had returned to his room to check on him after she managed to get away from her concerned Australian friend. Presently she stood at the far side of Landric's room, with her burly arms folded and her back leaning against the wall. For Landric's comfort she had removed his shoes, socks, white lab coat, belt and thick rubber gloves.
"Are... you still... here f-fraulein?" Landric was on his back, half-asleep. His voice hushed, his German accent pleasantly lilting. It was so much more appealing to Toskia, it was as though he was drowsy from just engaging in passionate sex.
"I am here." She was wondering if she could make him like so after being intimate with him. Would she be able to put him at peace, and make him all quiet with sensual and emotional fulfilment like how he was now?
"... how embarrassing." The Medic weakly held his hand up. It looked odd with no glove on it. "Come here... bitte."
She sat on his bed, and held his cold hand of which he put into her lap. The effects of ketamine thankfully wear off fast. Within an hour if the dose is not too great.
Her pale eyebrows were lowered into a frown. "Do you do this often?"
"Nien... nien only... t-tonight."
Toskia narrowed her eyes, not understanding the whole thing. "Why only tonight?"
"... I don't... know." he spoke, his voice becoming frail and stifled.
"What would happen if you did not take drugs?" she soothingly pressed, looking down at him laying by her. She wished she could do something to ease his suffering if there was any, but she was as helpless as he was.
"I... don't know." he murmured, swallowing.
It would appear that he still could not think straight. He shifted his bare fingers in her lap. All Landric knew was that she was here and that he was in a safe place. Still in that weightless body of water of which the ketamine made him feel he was in, he stayed. Neither floating nor sinking.
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Nigel did not go back to watching Hello Dolly with the rest of the team. He was not up to it, instead he returned to his cosy little room instead, and sat in his tiny couch.
He rubbed his feet on his kangaroo skin rug. His feelings for Toskia was growing. How kind of her to care for Pyro, getting him that movie and stealing the popcorn cart. Even Nigel did not expect that one. It was really funny and endearing to see Dillan pulling the cart from in front, and Toskia bringing up the rear. Complete with red and white striped uniform as though they were working at a funfair.
His heart thumped hard at the idea of her taking drugs. She did not appear to be the sort to take drugs. What was worse, the team Medic knew and irresponsibly did not do anything about it! Nigel could blame Metzger, but he could not blame her, she probably had been through alot in her life.
There were so many things of which he wanted to know about her. When he asked, she would change the subject. He decided that she did not want to tell him, and he respected that.
The Sniper leaned back in his seat, and took off his hat and polarised aviator sunglasses.
His thoughts wandered to Landric. What was his relation with Toskia? Why was the older man so close to her, was it just basic paternal concern for her as the team's psychologist? It was as though the two knew each other before joining the Blue team... He decided, maybe he was insecure. He reasoned if Dr. Metzger was more than just friends he would not allow her to continue with her habits.
Then there was the question of the origin of her scars. She told him that they were from numerous operations to enhance the strength of her muscles. But where did she get such a thing done? Did she do it voluntarily...? What did her family make of it? If she was forced... what kind of sick people would do such a thing?
The Australian shut his eyes.
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"The effects are vearing off..." Landric sat up on his bed, trembling. "Danke for bringing me here."
Toskia had brought a chair to the side of his bed, she had been sitting there for nearly an hour keeping watch on Landric, the only light that was on, was the light from his bathroom which she had kept the door open to let the light in.
"Betreuer, I do not like to see you like this."
He took a moment to sigh, not turning to face her he replied under his breath, "You vere not supposed to."
Watching his sharp side profile, just enough to see in the dim light Toskia said. "You cannot go on like this."
"I have been going on like this for years fighting for the Blue team." He turned his head to acknowledge her, and then turned it back to its original position, facing forward towards the empty wall. He was beginning to regain his usual serious composure.
"You can't."
"Vhy?"
"You did not used to be like this." she recalled. From so disciplined and sure a man, he was now reduced and bent out of shape to this.
"There is no o'zzer way for me to cope mein fraulein." he said without feeling.
She leant forward in her chair closer to him, to breathe into the back of his neck and said boldly, her alto voice direct. "You have me now."
"Are you saying you are good for me?" Landric said, shaking at the feel of her warm breath. She was so close he could feel it, he almost expected her to touch him.
"If only you would let me." She laid her warm hand onto his shoulder, and squeezed it sentimentally. He breathed in and closed his eyes at that. She knelt behind him, and now had both her hands on his tensed shoulders. "I can take you away from this, all this meaningless death and killing."
Still somewhat numb from ketamine, the Medic turned his head around to try and see his former experiment, and what looked like what was becoming more and more his younger lover. Through the drug he could feel just ever so slightly, his blood beginning to race. "Vhere is this place?"
Her face was now only inches from his. Again he saw her gentle blue eyes watching his gloomy grey ones. He gasped when she chastely kissed his cheek softly from behind. He momentarily drew away from her in surprise and shyness, and then incited by her actions he secretly wanted to kiss her in return.
But he did not.
Unable to see her face since she was behind him, weakly he held her hand that was on his shoulder, he shook his head.
"I know, I understand betreuer... Are you sure you do not want me to spend the night with you?"
As she left him Landric told her, "When you come visit me the next time in the night... I shall be ready for you." He breathed.
"I love you betreuer."
"Ich liebe dich auch." he whispered honestly.
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In her room, Toskia spied a telegram for her sitting on her desk. It was from T.F. Industries. Her mouth turned downwards sad that she could not be with Landric tonight, she sat at her table and read it.
Miss Van der Meer,
We have decided a change of rule for your class. It would be ludicrous for you to only be able to steal or sabotage one thing a day, and have the rest of the day off doing nothing while your team mates battle.
From now onwards you will be also able to act as a transporter, with your strength carrying your team mates to better areas previously inaccessible to them. It is logical since you are from the new Tactical combat class. The individual classes that you will work best with are the Sniper, Engineer (for use of teleporters and automatic guns), Demoman and the Spy.
Here at T.F. Industries we are already planning further augmentation to be done to your physiology after your next weekly test run/after the ceasefire.
As Saxton Hale of Mann Co. said before, "when you do something do it right."
There are no other alterations to other rules, your only weapons remain your brass knuckles and taser. Although you are not an offensive class, killing the Red team if by accident which is bound to happen will be overlooked.
Your class name has been decided, it is "Booster." We will keep you updated on your rules via telegram.
Yours sincerely,
Miss Pauling
More augmentations? Toskia involuntarily looked at both her hands. It would mean more time in clean operating theatres, more painkillers and antibiotics, being on a drip again. Going crazy from being forced to keep still on a lumpy bed covered with an itchy blanket. Glinting stainless steel needles. She sighed angrily and shuddered.
Her head turned to her wall, on where she hung all her equipment neatly, each in their places grouped together. She could do it, she did it before, and she would come out stronger from it. Bloody operations.
She put her hands on the back of her blond head and leaned back, arching in her chair and stretching. When she breathed in loudly through her nose she caught a whiff of men's aftershave. She jerked in her chair frowned.
Someone had been in her room. She shrugged, she was too tired to bother, she would access the matter in the morning. She stripped off all her clothes and draped them onto her chair intending to turn out the lights and go to sleep. It was then when she heard the soft sound of someone breathing.
She stood there a moment, and then turned around swatting at the air in the corner of her room. There was a cry of surprise when her hand met something solid, and then a wisp of smoke billowed, revealing a man in a red suit. It was the Red Spy.
Toskia did not have anything to say, she knew she just wanted to kill the man if possible.
The Red Spy was on the floor, rubbing his chin. She had struck him that hard. His lip had been cut, and he casually licked the blood off it with his tongue. "You hit me good. Still so confident even when naked?"
"Get out."
The Red Spy was already on his feet, straightening his suit. "You are the new team member Blutarch Mann hired." His eyes followed the contours of her body, looking at the ugly scars all over it. Still, there was a sense of power emanating from her. Her nakedness ironically did not make her more vulnerable, but more commanding and admirable.
Toskia had her black taser in her hand, and she had already turned it on. The electrical current buzzed and snapped menacingly.
The Red Spy had his gloved hand on the door. "I know more about you zhan your own team mates my dear. I am still zhe best. I know why you are here. I know you still work for BEACON."
He was good no doubt, the Red team had the best spy. She waved the crackling taser in her hand. "BEACON has been liquidated. You of all people should know that."
"But your loyalties lie not with the Blue team. Well at least... only for now." he baited the woman, wanting to see if she had a temper.
"I do not know what you are talking about." lied Toskia. Her pale fingers tightened around her taser.
The Red Spy turned his masked head to the side. "You are a terrible liar my dear. Your physical tells are minute but very distinct..."
"Get out!" she yelled. She raised her hand.
At that the Red Spy bolted through the door his tanned leather dress shoes producing that distinct pattering sound, and Toskia pursued the masked man with her taser. She did not care that she was stark naked. She wanted the man silenced before the rest of the Blue team found out, if he yelled something stupid that would cause complications.
She chased the nimble and slender man through the dark corridor and he ran into the canteen. It was thankfully empty. He ran higher and higher up the stairs of the Blue base and she pounced onto him, forcefully pinning him upon the floor and stomping onto him. She did so with the barbaric manner of a street fighter, before stepping back and shooting the taser at him.
"Merde!" The Red Spy screamed and twisted on the floor shaking from the current.
Toskia looked at the taser and sighed that it only had one standard voltage, and that she could not sadistically turn it up higher. Maybe it could be possible to cook meat via electrical current. They would certainly have to try that during their next Blue team barbecue.
From the stairs came the Blue Sniper and Pyro.
"Spahhh!" came the muffled yell from Pyro's rubber mask. When he made to turn around to go and get his fire man's axe, Nigel stopped him and pulled out his gleaming jungle knife.
The Demoman appeared from behind but he acted faster. He jammed a blue flashing grenade into the electrocuted Red Spy's open mouth and viciously kicked it in, making his jaw dislocate from its hinge.
Everyone took the cue and ran away to a safe distance. Even the Spy's dead ringer could no way help him in this predicament. He would respawn within the Red Base in a moment or so.
There was an ear-splitting bang, and hot red blood, brains and gore splattered around the area as it blew up covering the walls and ceiling with tiny red spatter marks.
"Excuse me." Toskia said after a moment everyone recovered from the sound. She walked away from the scene turning her head to the side, "We can talk about this in the morning, I do not want to be an eyesore for you gentlemen." She paused and turned, "Goodnight Nigel."
"Bloody spy." muttered Tavish. He looked at the despicable mess on the floor. "Tha' taser's powerful though, shocked me abit when I kicked in my grenade..."
The Red Spy's head was completely gone, with most of his shoulders charred and the rest of his upper body blackened. Further down, his red suit still covered his headless body which was still twitching. The spot in which his head used to be was black and steaming, the white vapour wavering in the air. The worst was the smell. It was burnt human brains, skin and cloth.
"Don't even hae' the decency ta' let tae' lassie get dressed before attackin' her." The Demoman swayed on the spot abit and asked, "does any'oone knoo' wha' happened to the lassie?"
"Surgery, enhancements." said Nigel looking at the nude form of Toskia just disappearing.
"She bein' ne'kkid gave me a more of a start than the Re'ad Spy in the base. Mercy me, I'm going back to sleep..." Tavish slurred rubbing his face. "Bloody spies, wha's so interesting wi' wha' people do'o in the night? She's got pluck a plenty thoo', no't even blushin' that she hae'sn't a stitch of clothing on her."
"Shhpph gphh uh mmyyf fffggguhh." Pyro said gesturing animatedly at this body.
"Och! Yeah I agree wi' ye on that. She's got a real nice–" Tavish commented just before he was sharply interrupted by the Sniper.
"You stay away from her all rio'ght?" Nigel's features were stern.
"I love booze more 'en women mate." Tavish wandered back to his room and the Pyro followed suit. It would appear that they were together in Pyro's room watching another movie before they heard the noise and trouble.
Nigel went to call the Blue base cleaners before the dead corpse started stinking up the place. He did not like the idea that another man had seen Toskia without her clothing, it should only be for his eyes only.
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