An: I think this one's a little short, but I stopped it at the only moment I could think of. Also, I have a headcanon that Heavy has named everyone's guns. Lotsa reviews=faster updates!

The BLU Spy found himself oddly nervous as he smoked a cigarette over the corpse of the RED Engineer. A nearby sentry still shot out sparks and crackled under the poison of the elecrtosapper. Why was Spy nervous? Well, he was going after the RED Scout today. Not that he never went after the RED Scout before, it was just that today the RED team would think Spy had a vendetta against the Scout. He was going to hurt the Scout that badly.

It was suicide!

After seeing the RED Sniper change into that beast and claim Scout as his mate Spy knew that any attack against the Scout would be the equivalent of dancing on a mine field.

But it was his job to take risks…

Spy crushed the cigarette underfoot as the Engineer's body faded away.

This was going to be very painful.

This was going to be very frightening.

This was going to be one of the hardest jobs Spy had ever done.

But he had to do it…

He had to know just how strong the bond between the Aussie and the Bostonian was…

~O~

On the other side of the field, the RED Heavy was really starting to worry about his Medic. Medic had looked slightly pale before battle, but now he was deathly white and sweating. Heavy found himself having to slow down more and more as Medic began puffing and wheezing before nearly staggering after him. Heavy had suggested a rest numerous times or at least asked Medic to stop so that he could examine him, but each time Medic had glared and told him to keep going. That the team depended on him to do his job.

Oddly enough, anytime Medic used his medigun he seemed to get worse.

Medic had turned his gun on himself a few times and earned a slight reprieve from whatever was affecting him, but it always returned with a renewed vengeance.

Heavy looked back to see Medic drop the barrel of his gun and collapse to his knees. Before Heavy could say a word, Medic began to dry heave before vomiting up his breakfast.

"Doktor!" Heavy cried, running back to his friend. "Doktor, you are sick. You cannot fight."

Medic groaned and wiped his mouth. He looked up to say something, but a wave of dizziness forced him forward onto his elbows. Heavy then noticed some kind of red liquid slowly dripping from the pack of the medigun.

There was a red stain on the back of Medic's coat as well, but Heavy had thought it was blood from a BLU victim. Medic always loved to be drenched in the blood of fallen enemies.

Obviously, it wasn't.

"Doktor, what is wrong with Heidi?" Heavy asked, using the name he had given Medic's gun. Medic looked up in confusion and turned to look at where Heavy was pointing.

Medic gasped, his eyes going wide, and he brought some of the liquid up in front of his face.

Heavy reached out to Medic "What is-"

"Don't touch it!" Medic slapped Heavy's hand away with his untainted hand. "It's poisonous."

Heavy's eyes went wide as Medic swayed again.

Poison?

Had he heard him right?

"Poison? Doktor carries poison in Heidi?" He backed up a step and stared down at the now shaking Medic. The red liquid from the pack was leaking even more now and staining Medic's coat. It soaked through the layers of fabric and seeped into Medic's pores, spreading its toxin through Medic's body.

Oddly enough, Medic was calm.

Or was that because of his medical training?

"It's zhe chemical zhat makes zhe healing vapors," Medic explained. "In liquid form, it is very toxic, but as an inhalant, it has zhe opposite effect. Right now it is making its vay zhrough my system."

"Doktor will die? But respawn-"

"I vill not die," Medic growled out. "but I vill not be able to fight eizher. And zhis is cannot be fixed by respawn. I am useless now."

He sounded so sad. So sorry. As if this was somehow his fault, but it wasn't. Heavy knew sabotage when he saw it, and that's exactly was this was. He would have a talk with the team later, but right now he needed to protect his friend.

"I will help-" but Medic cut him off again.

"Nein, you need to go. Zhey need you out zhere. I vill…(Medic looked around) vell, I vill just stay here and stay out of sight. Zhere is not much else I can do." That was all Medic managed to get out before collapsing onto his side.

"Doktor!" Heavy knelt down wrung his hands nervously. He so wanted to help Medic, but he couldn't touch the doctor too much without getting poisoned himself. Heavy quickly looked around for anything that might help.

The RED cart.

The cart normally held a bomb, but it wasn't a payload match today so the cart was empty. Heavy carefully dragged Medic over to the cart and laid him inside before running back to pick up Sasha. He guided the cart down the rails until it reached a suitable spot near the RED base. Heavy wished he could take the doctor to the infirmary, but with BLUs trying to enter the base he wasn't willing to risk it.

Heavy gently laid Medic back on the ground and flipped the cart over to shield Medic.

"Don't worry Doktor," Heavy said as he picked Sasha back up, "I will be back for you. I will not forget!"

Then he ran off before he could convince himself to stay.

~O~

Scout was nervous. Not the 'butterflies in your stomach' nervous. The 'holy hell, I can't breathe' nervous. The full weight of what he had done earlier had hit him and he found himself having regrets. It had been stupid to disable Medic like that. It was something that would affect the whole team because they always found themselves relying on Medic quite a bit during and after battle. With no medigun to heal…well, Scout hoped that Engineer could keep his dispensers up.

Scout took a deep breath and straightened his hat. Everything would be ok. Medic had no way of knowing just who messed with his gun, and the tube would be easy enough to replace so it wouldn't be hard to fix it. Plus he still had that giant Medigun in the infirmary for after the battle. Everything would be ok.

He cocked his scattergun and ran forward, but tripped over something. He spun head over heels across the ground, disorienting himself. Before he could get back up something invisible knocked him out.

There was a hiss and a puff of blue smoke…

"Bonne nuit, petit lapin," BLU Spy smirked and reached down to pick up the unconscious Scout.

~O~

"Engineer!" Heavy called out after mowing down the BLU Soldier. Engineer looked up from the level one sentry he was currently trying to upgrade.

"Is horrible!" Heavy continued, making his way over to the Texan. "Doktor is sick!"

"Sick?" Engineer repeated. Well, he had noticed Medic looked a little pale before the battle. "What do you mean?"

"Someone sabotaged Heidi!" Heavy said. "Doktor was poisoned and cannot fight!"

Engineer growled at the thought of someone breaking the medigun. He hoped it had been the enemy spy and not a RED. He fingered his wrench and looked down at his sentry in thought.

"I'll see if I can get some more dispensers up," he said. "Where's the doc now?"

"I hid him," Heavy explained. "He is under cart by base."

"Make sure you check on him whenever you can," said Engineer, already preparing to get a dispenser up. "We can't afford to have him captured by the BLUs. In the meantime, see if you can find Scout and help him get into the BLU base." Heavy nodded and ran off. Engineer sighed heavily and looked down at Anna, his sentry.

"Sorry girl, but we need a dispenser more." He slowly and sadly began to dismantle Anna for her metal.

~O~

RED Soldier wasn't as stupid as others thought. If the mood was right, he could act and think in a very sane and smart manner. This was one of those moments even if he was currently pinning the RED Sniper up against the outer wall of his nest. Even if his face was twisted in a scowl.

"Where's the Doc?" He asked. "I've called for him five times and he hasn't come yet." Sniper rolled his eyes and snarled in Soldier's face.

"How should I bloody know where the Doc is?" He said. "I'm not his keeper."

"You've spent a lot of time with him recently," Soldier pointed out. Sniper ripped the Soldier's nads from his shirt collar and pushed him back.

"I don't know where he is," he repeated. "Why don't you go ask Heavy?" Soldier didn't say anything, and his face didn't so much as twitch.

"I'll find him," he muttered before rocket jumping away.

Sniper growled low and raced into his nest, setting up in record time and scouring the field through his scope. He popped off a few head shots, and then started looking around again. As he looked he grew worried. Not only was Medic nowhere to be seen, Scout had disappeared too. The rest of the team was fighting valiantly, although Engineer's sentry numbers were very low and his dispensers seemed to be everywhere. Sniper leaned back in confusion. What had happened to Medic and Scout?

A sudden flash on the field caught Sniper's attention, and he aimed his scope at where the flash had been. He saw the BLU Spy looking up at him with a deadly smirk. The flash had been the sunlight reflecting off of whatever the Spy was holding in his hand...

Sniper stopped breathing when he saw the bloodstained dog tags of the RED Scout dangling from the BLU Spy's fist.