Medic, despite being half-shielded by Demo, could not escape leaves flying into his mouth. Somehow they were right in the thick of a storm of the leaves. What did Engineer do to anger Mother Nature in such a way? And where were Scout and Pyro? In fact, where did Soldier and Heavy go? They were lost in the swirling storm.
"Oi! Scout!" Medic vaguely heard Demoman's voice amidst the rushing winds, and looked to follow his gaze. There, sitting crouched up on the garden shed that seemed miles away, was a lean figure hanging limply off the side.
"Scout!" Medic yelled out, tasting dirty leaf, and then was briefly silenced by a blue t-shirt half-stained in red flying directly into his face. It looked suspiciously like Scout's clothes.
"Can't hear us." Sniper said as Medic pulled the garment off and hurled it into the winds.
Demoman tightened his grip on the other two mercs and dragged them forward against the forceful gusts. "Scout!" He yelled as they approached. The runner had not moved. When they reached the shed, they took cover by leaning against the wall that shielded them from the force of all of the wind. All three of them took deep breaths, finally relieved of the vicious gales that had buffeted them. Sniper stayed upright and climbed up on a crate nearby to see what was wrong with Scout. He managed to loops his arms around Scout's hanging torso and somewhat-but-not-really gently tug him down into the safe area. The runner hit the ground with a thump, and his eyes snapped open.
"What's wrong, boyo?" Demo asked, crouching next to Scout, who was in a weird slumped over position. Medic scanned him for any signs of injury, but could see nothing.
"It's-." Scout gasped out. "H-"
Just then the winds doubled in intensity. Medic could feel the shed rock with the force and he gripped the ground to keep steady. Scout lurched forward with the sudden force. Demoman pushed him back to lean his back against the shed wall.
"It's hardhat!" Scout shouted.
"What?!" Demoman shouted back. The roar of the mini-tornado combined with the sounds of a million leaves slamming into the fort and whipping past them made it hard to hear. Medic barely heard anything. Sniper, who was standing behind Demoman, grabbed his shoulder so get within hearing distance.
"It's Truckie." Sniper said.
"Engie?" Demo asked in confusion. What did Engineer even do? Normally when supernatural things were going on at the fort, the blame would be rightfully placed on Pyro, Soldier or himself.
"What did he do?!" Medic yelled out. Scout reached out to Medic, landing a grip on his arm.
"The leaves! The wind! Medic, he's gone too far!" Scout cried out, beginning to shake the doctor back and forth. "I just wanted a leaf pile like back home with my brothers! I didn't want this!" Medic's glasses nearly came off, and he merely furrowed his brows in confusion.
"What?" He said.
Suddenly, he heard a voice.
"MEDIC!" It called from somewhere in the swirling mass. Medic pushed Scout back and stood up, squinting into the storm. The voice had sounded like Heavy. He stepped out of the shelter, looking around.
"Heavy!" He called back, fingers anchoring his glasses firmly to his face. "Mein freund!"
Suddenly, he heard a loud thump behind him. Medic spun around to see a man in a pinstriped suit lying facedown in the dirt and grass. Spy, who had hidden from Medic by curling up into a fetal position up onto the roof, appeared to have somehow rolled off. Then again, the roof was slanted so it was no surprise that gravity had done its job. Spy lied there, unmoving, and Medic wondered if he had perhaps fallen asleep or unconscious. Suddenly he gasped wake, coughing as he pushed himself up. However, the moment he got to his knees, he was knocked over by the ferocity of the gales. Spy's body was so limp that he even rolled a bit, being pushed only by the wind. It continued to roll, collected various leaves until Demoman took pity on the poor man and came out of the shelter to pick him up and return him to the safe area. Spy was placed next to Scout. He resumed his previous fetal position. Sniper looked down at them with a grim face.
"That's two casualties, mate." He said, and then looked off to where everyone presumed Engineer was. The eye of the storm. A large figure suddenly appeared in their line of view. Medic blinked before squinting again.
"Heavy!" He called out as the huge man came out of the leaves. Heavy, in all of his winter-hardened glory, walked towards them with a solemn face. In his arms lay Soldier. Medic's face hardened.
"Soldier, no!" Demoman cried out. "My best friend!" As Heavy approached, one could see that Soldier was thankfully alive and attempting to thrash about. His attempts were foiled by Heavy's overwhelming strength.
"Let go of me! It is my duty to punish that traitor! You will let me go right now!" He yelled. Heavy rolled his eyes as they all huddled behind the garden shed and placed Soldier upright on the floor.
Upon seeing Spy's and Scout's barely-moving bodies, he gasped.
"Scout! Spy!" He fell to his knees beside them. "That traitor will pay! You hear me boy?" He shook Scout, who flopped over onto Spy, who, despite being half-unconscious, managed to grimace in disgust and shift himself. "And you, crouton! I will avenge you!" Soldier promised, holding Spy's hand with his two (who did not grimace in disgust). Then he lovingly embraced Spy.
"Je t'aime." Spy murmured.
"Hah! I love you too, baguette." Soldier said triumphantly, proud of the little French he knew.
"Awe." Sniper said from the side, wiping away a tear. The entire team was a sucker for Soldier's and Spy's relationship.
"It's safer in the base, maggots." Soldier announced. "Let's bring them there first." Heavy acquiesced, and then picked up Scout while Soldier lifted Spy up in his arms. The two of them brought Scout and Spy to the rec room and covered them in copious amounts of blankets. Soldier gave Spy a little kiss, at which Sniper awe-d again, and then they returned to the battlefield.