AN: So, I've been feeling depressed lately, but I have managed to get this chapter done and everyone's kind words have been making feel better so thanks everyone. As always lotsa review=faster updates. Enjoy!

It wasn't that RED Scout was a heavy sleeper. Well, it was it's just that growing uo with six older brothers had taught him how to sleep through certain noises. Namely brawls, insults, shouts, trains, and other things. But ever since he came into the war he trained himself to wake up at the sounds of attack. He had trained himself to be roused by the smallest sounds of danger like the sound of a deactivating cloak, the chink of a balisong…

Or the sound of a shotgun being cocked.

Scout's eyes flew open to see an angry looking Soldier pointing a shotgun at his face.

"Immoral nonconsensual fraternization," he growled. Scout did what any man would have done.

He punched Soldier, which surprised him into shooting his gun.

Which caused Sniper to jump up, tangle in this sheets, and fall to the floor.

Which caused Medic to wake up and fumble for his glasses.

Scout quickly jumped away to avoid Soldier.

"The hell, Soldier?!" he shouted.

"Why must I once again be subjected to waking up to naked men in bed together!?" Soldier yelled.

"Oi!" Sniper stood, the sheet wrapped around his waist. "We already went over that and said it was an accident. However," he turned to glare at Scout, "the hell are you doing here? I thought I sent you off last night."

"Why am I here?" Scout hissed back. "How about why didn't you tell me that you're some kind of freaky werewolf experiment from the Doc?"

Sniper snarled and soon all three were yelling and arguing.

Medic sighed as he pulled a robe on over his pajamas. He really was surrounded by idiots sometimes. He slowly made his way over to a small chalkboard that was mounted on a wall.

SCREEEEEEEEEECH!

Sniper gripped his ears in agony as his hearing was assaulted. This was a time that he hated having extra sensitive hearing now. Soldier and Scout grimaced as well, and their din slowly quieted down.

Medic removed his nails from the chalkboard and walked back over to the group.

"Now zhat everyone has shut up…" He began, but Scout grabbed him.

"What did you do to my Snipes," he asked. Then the shotgun was back and pressed against his head.

"Get your goddamned hands off my Dr. Von Strudel," he growled.

"Then tell your Dr. Pon Snoozel to keep his needles outta my Snipes," Scout growled, but released Medic.

"Oi! The lot of you need to just stop," Sniper said, pulling on some patient pants.

"Just tell me what's going on," Scout said. "Why did you change into a wolf last night?"

"How about you tell me how you saw zhat," Medic said, eyes narrowing. "I covered zhe vindows-" He looked back at said windows and saw that one of the papers that covered them was missing a corner.

"Oh you little Scheiße," Medic snarled. "You tore zhe paper and zhen left to vatch, didn't you?"

"Can you blame me for being worried?" Scout snapped back.

Medic sighed and crossed his arms.

"I suppose not," he said. "But zhat still does not explain vhy you are here."

"I followed Snipes last night out into the field. I didn't see where he went, but he ran into me. I brought him back, but he wouldn't stay in here without me so we just fell asleep."

"A likely story!" Soldier crowed. Medic elbowed him.

"Did he hurt you?" Medic asked.

"Nah. Just acted like a big puppy. It was actually kind of cute."

"Well that's cuz he recognizes you as his mate. So you won't hafta worry about him hurting you," Sniper said.

"But last time I saw him he tried to kill me," Scout said in confusion.

"That was cuz you rejected me and he didn't consider you a mate anymore. It was only after I risked my life to save you from the BLU Spy and BLU Soldier that he figured to give you another chance," Sniper explained, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

Scout cringed.

"Yeah…" he said in a sad tone. Sniper smiled and put an arm around his shoulder.

"Don't worry, mongrel. We already straightened all that out. He's accepted you again and that's all that matters."

Soldier huffed and crossed his own arms, flexing his arms through the sleeves of his own patient pajamas, hoping to catch Medic's attention.

"Vell, I am glad zhat zhis has all be straightened out," Medic smiled, straining to watch Soldier's arms while also looking forward. "You both need to learn to trust zhe ozher. You cannot keep sneaking around like zhis."

"Yeah," said Soldier. "Fido, you should've told Scooty about your condition. I once heard a story about a werewolf who didn't tell anyone about his problem."

"Scooty?" Scout repeated.

"Vhat story?" Medic asked.

"Well, it was a young man who became a werewolf but didn't tell anyone," Soldier began. "He kept sneaking off at night to change and everyone got suspicious. His mom thought he was doing drugs and his girlfriend thought he was cheating on her. So one night, they locked him in his room until he would confess, but instead he changed and ate them. The next morning he was arrested and convicted of their murders. Then he was hauled off to jail, but he changed again that night and the warden brought in some zoo keepers to capture him. They put him in an exhibit with some other wolves and then in the morning he was eaten when he changed back. So that's why you gotta tell people if you're a werewolf or not."

A heavy silence followed the end of Soldier's story. Sniper and Scout were looking at him as if he had gone crazy, while Medic just facepalmed.

"Danke, Herr Soldat," he said through his fingers. "I didn't need all of zhose IQ points zhat I just lost from listening to your story."

~O~

BLU Medic was surprised to see the RED Spy in his infirmary. He was even more surprised to see the Spy's Ambassador sitting on the desk across the room. The Spy faced Medic and raised his hands in surrender.

"Do you have a death vish, Monsieur l'Espion?" Medic asked. "Or did you come here for a social visit?"

"A bit of both, actually," Spy said, lowering his hands and sitting on a bed. Medic raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Both?" He repeated. "So…vhat? Did you come here to ask me to kill you?"

"To kill a spy," said Spy.

"Zhe difference?" Medic asked. Spy sighed and slowly but surely removed his mask, revealing the face of an older man with short blonde hair. Medic gasped at this action. He had heard that Spies were forbidden to reveal their true faces. Spy frowned and tossed his mask onto the floor.

"I want you to kill zhat," he said, gesturing to the mask.

"How do you propose I do zhat?" Medic asked, walking over to his desk and picking up the gun that lay there.

"I know about your research," said the Spy.

BANG!

Spy jumped from the bed and onto the floor, looking up at Medic with narrowed eyes. Medic blew the smoke from the barrel of the gun.

"You DO have a death vish to be admitting such zhings," he said, now admiring the etching on the gun. It was a beautiful peacock with plumage that trailed along the side of the barrel.

"Your research can 'elp me," Spy said, standing up. "Zhis war is pointless. A waste of 'uman effort and skill. I am sick of it all. I am sick of only finding peace in my dreams and dying day after day. Zhis is not life, Herr Doktor. Zhis is 'Ell."

Medic paused at that. He slowly looked over at the Spy with a coldness in his eyes that made Spy stifle a shiver.

"Zhis is not Hell," he said. "I lived in Hell for my entire childhood and believe me when I say that I would razher stay here zhan go back to it. Still, you have piqued my interest. How much of my research do you know?"

"I know what it does," Spy said, "but I don't know 'ow it does it. I do not know zhe process."

"And it vill stay zhat vay," Medic said, setting the gun aside. "I must ask, zhough, are you sure zhat zhis is vhat you vant?" Spy nodded without hesitation.

"It will be better zhan fighting 'ere or spending zhe rest of my life constantly looking over my shoulder. I 'ave zhought about zhis for a long time and 'ave made my decision."

"And vhen do you vant zhis to happen?" Medic asked.

"Immediately."

Medic grinned in glee and put a hand on the Spy's shoulder.

"Vell zhen," he said. "If you are to join my happy family I vill need to know your name." Spy looked away in shame.

"I don't remember it," he said. Medic rubbed his back in sympathy.

"Zhen you shall have a new one," he said. "I shall call you Spion."

BLU Medic gasped as he woke up then groaned. He was sore all over, and he couldn't see much. He stuck a hand out and managed to find his glasses. Sliding them on, he saw that he was in his bed in his room. He felt an odd fuzzy feeling on his chest. He looked down to discover the Balloonicorn in his arm.

Ignoring the plush for now, Medic pulled the blanket down to see his bandages. Now who had done that?

"Mpph hm?" Medic glanced over to see the BLU Pyro. Pyro trotted over and clasped his hands in front of himself. Medic struggled into a sitting position, twisting his body so that he was leaning against the wall behind the bed.

"No, it vasn't a bad dream," Medic said. "It vas a memory." He leaned back against the wall, hand over his face and breathed deep to ward off the nausea. Pyro watched mesmerized as that powerful chest swelled with each breath. It was littered in scars, some were somewhat fresh, but most were years old. Without thinking, Pyro reached forward and ran his fingers over Medic's chest.

"Vhat are you doing?" Medic snapped, jerking back at Pyro's touch. Pyro recoiled nervously and mumbled something while gesturing to Medic's bandages.

"So you did zhese?" Medic asked. Pyro nodded.

"Mhh hmph," he said.

"Herr Heavy did too?" Medic asked in surprise. "Vhy not use my medigun?"

Pyro mumbled again.
"You don't know how to use it…" Medic mused. He cleared his throat and got out of bed. His healing factor already helped some of the injuries, but he still needed his medigun. He sighed and began looking for it.

"Mppjd hgggne tuuekd hhgutk."
"Oh," Medic said as he picked up his medigun. "Zhe Administrator called for me? I vill call her back in a moment." He quickly set his gun and turned it on, huffing the fumes to heal quicker.

Feeling awkward, Pyro grabbed his balloonicorn and left. He trudged down the hallway, admonishing himself for touching Medic like that. It really couldn't be helped, he supposed. Pyro had a fascination with muscles and scars.

Medic was quite the specimen.

Pyro wanted to know what had caused those scars. He wanted to know why Medic didn't like to be touched. He suddenly stopped in realization.

Perhaps the two were related, he thought.

But Medic was like a block of ice in that it would take a lot of warmth and chipping away to be able to see what he hid on the inside.

Well, Pyro had plenty of warmth.

~O~

"I understand zhat you vanted to see me," BLU Medic said, watching the Administrator on the video screen. The Administrator smiled as she puffed her cigarette.

"I have some information that you will like," she said. "We found out who attacked the infirmary."

"Oh," Medic's eyes flashed. "So vhich RED vill I be torturing in zhe next battle?"

"It wasn't a RED," said the Administrator. "It was the BLU Engineer."

The Administrator smiled gleefully as she saw every circle of Hell come alive in Medic's eyes. She loved it when he got mad. He never disappointed with his shows of rage, and that was just how she liked it.

Medic took a deep breath to stop shaking in fury.

"Vhy are you telling me?" He asked. "You're just going to fire him like you have others before, ja?"
"Not quite," said the Administrator. "I thought I would give you a little present. You need some subjects for your research and I need to get rid of an employee. So I thought we could just give you the Engineer to dispose of as you see fit. Just make sure you can't tell it's him. We don't want the other mercenaries to get suspicious."

"Vhat vill you tell zhem?" Medic asked.

"Just that he attacked you and was fired and sent home. This arrangement will be out little secret." The Administrator took a drag on her cigarette and smiled as she exhaled the smoke. "So do you accept our gift?"

Medic bent into an elegant bow then straightened up.

"You are alvays too good to me," he said.

~O~

BLU Engineer woke up to find himself strapped to a table. His shoulder throbbed where the syringe had pierced him. He struggled in his restraints, but stopped when he heard someone close by. BLU Medic sauntered into his field of vision. What scared Engineer the most was the wicked look on his face.

"Count yourself lucky," Medic said. "Zhey vere going to kill you but zhey gave you to me instead. Such a lucky little dog, ja?"

Engineer tried to say something scathing, but his mouth was gagged. Medic carefully prepared another syringe then turned back to Engineer.

"Just count backvards from zehn," he said, plunging the syringe into Engineer's arm. "It vill all be over viz soon…"

Engineer prayed for mercy from every god he knew as his world slowly went black.