A/N: Hallo there! This chapter is a bit delayed... Sorry about that. But thank you to EnderGirl, Annomynous, and pooptowel for motivating me to write. Also thank you to The Almighty Pickle Lord XD for following this story a while back. You guys rock!

Medic washed his hair in the bathroom connected to the infirmary. All it had was a toilet and a sink, put there for sick patients who couldn't walk all the way to the normal restroom.

The doctor was bent over the sink, back bending uncomfortably so he could get the water from the faucet to his hair.

His fingers ran through his knotted curls and blood ran down the drain.

He sighed.

The day was already off to a great start.

Scout twitched in his seat. The silence buzzed in his ears and he was getting sick of it. "Are ya gunna talk or what?"

Heavy stood besides Medic, hand resting protectively on his shoulder. The emotions in the room were dulled, only the strong feelings of confusion and drowsiness affecting Medic.

All the other men stood scattered across the room. Engineer and Pyro stood side by side against the wall, Sniper was the closest to the door, Spy stood in the corner, Demoman and Soldier were at Medic's desk, and Scout was sitting in one of the metal chairs that he grabbed from the hallway.

Engineer glared at the younger mercenary. Medic ran his hand through his hair for the third time since everyone gathered. They all stood facing the doctor, waiting for him to speak.

"Did anyvone haff strange dreams tonight?" A few faces changed from tired to surprised. Medic nodded at the emotion, seeing as he felt it flare lightly in his abdomen.

"Zhat's vhat I zhought. I had vone as vell, and it seems to had some odd side affects. For example, I'm feeling your emotions right now."

Scout laughed. "What type a drug did ya give yourself this time?"

"None, Herr Scout. I vish I vas lying. Do you know how annoying it is to feel your constant energy?" A spike of annoyance came from Scout. "Annoyed?" Scouts face went blank as anger shot off of him and into Medic. "Calm yourself, no need to get mad."

"Dis is so stupid!" Scout huffed.

"I believe him." Demoman spoke up. "They're called Empaths. They can feel other peoples emotions. Meanin' that they can feel other people's pain as well." Demoman's mother had believed in the supernatural and she passed down the knowledge to her son.

"How would that happen though? I don't see how a relatively normal man can go from fine to mythical in one night. Or at all, really." Engineer tried to bring logic into the mess.

"It doesn't 'appen," Spy drawled. "Something isn't adding up 'ere."

"I think this is some commie plot to take over the base!"

"Soldier, shut up."

The arguing continued, emotions beginning to run wild. Medic's steel gray eyes glossed over as he focused on one person, who soon noticed.

"Uh, doc? You alright?" Sniper's voice paused the conversations going on around him. "Medic?"

Medic was lost in the sea that was Sniper. His 'feel' was dirty and musky, smelling of the wilderness and tasting of black coffee. Most of his emotions were directed inwards, meaning that Sniper hid his feelings in himself, and they were hidden well. Medic had already spent three minutes trying to break into Sniper's strong defenses and hadn't even made a crack yet. But there was something else odd about the Aussie… There was a certain feeling radiating steadily off of him, making Medic shiver. It was cold and foreign and didn't match at all with Sniper's warm and familiar feel.

"Yo!"

Medic shook his head and snapped out of his trance. "Was ist los?"

"You were starin' at Snipes like you were lovestruck or somethin'!" Scout interrupted the quiet again.

"Herr Sniper!" Medic gasped. "Spy, Sniper, stay here. Everyone else get out! Los, los!"

"What are ya talkin' abou-" Sniper collapsed in the middle of his sentence, falling onto his knees on the cold tiled floor. Sniper's arm were wrapped limply around Heavy's neck as the giant carried him over to the metal table that was always present in the infirmary. Heavy placed him down gently before ushering everyone out with him. No one complained as they were sent out of the room.

Spy glanced from Medic to Sniper and back again. "Why do you need me here doctuer? I 'ave no medical training."

Medic checked Snipers pulse. It was steady and he was breathing easily. "I need you to vatch over me."

"What are you doing?" Medic grasped a syringe in hand and held it over his arm. He sank into the chair at his desk and paused.

"Earlier, vhile everyone vas asleep, I saw images from your dreams. I vas thinking zhat if I could somehow enter Sniper's mind, seeing as he's unconscious…" The needle plunged into Medics arm and Spy winced at the action. "Keep watch over Sniper und I."

Medic's eyes closed and he slumped in his seat. Spy lit a cigarette and breathed a cloud of smoke over the two sleeping bodies in front of him.

Medic's eyes snapped open. He spun around but saw nothing. White, white, and more white for as long as the eye could see. Medic took a step forwards and stared at his footprints. He still wore his sleepwear, not wearing socks or shoes, and where his foot had been a bloody footprint remained. He reached down and rubbed a finger over it, expecting the red liquid to cover his skin. The stain was permanent, soaked into the flat blank ground. It didn't smear or connect with Medic's skin and when he placed his hand on the floor to compare a maroon handprint was left. He stood up. Medic took another step and another bloody spot appeared where his foot was. He kept walking, glancing back occasionally to see the tracks he had left.

"Medic?" Medic turned back around to see who called his name. Sniper stood in front of him, wearing his battlefield attire (shirt, vest, pants, glove, and all). He had a rifle slung over his shoulder and he gripped it tightly when he saw his friend. "What're you doing here?"

The German looked at Sniper's footprints. While Medic had left blood, Sniper left grass on the pristine white floor. Sniper seemed to be looking at Medic's trail as well.

"I vanted to see vhat vas wrong."

Sniper looked at him, confused. "How should I know? You're the doctor here, not me."

"Oh, uh," Medic stammered, then sighed. "I zhought it vould be interesting."

Sniper chuckled at the almost too-curious doctor. His grip on his gun loosened and he flipped it over and leaned against it like it was a cane. "There's not too much here. Just whiteness and footprints."

"I can tell."

"So… Wot do ya think is gunna happen?"

"I don't know. Maybe zhe dream alludes to vhat vill happen to you."

Sniper grimaced. "I'd rather not talk about it"

Medic raised an eyebrow but didn't question him further.

"So zhis is your unconsciousness?"

"I guess."

"Haff you been here before?"

"Yeah, whenever I'm knocked out I come here. I thought it was just a repeatin' dream."

Medic looked around again. "Very odd… I vonder vhat zhe otzers mind are like?"

"I don't know, but I do know that they won't let you go near em if ya tell em that."

"True." Medic tilted head at Sniper. "Vhy are you not questioning me about zhis… Power?" Medic jabbed a thumb at his chest.

"Well, growin' up in Oz, I aged with all these strange things happenin' around me. We're the most advanced country - machinery advanced every day. And we have respawn here. Superpowers, or wotevah you got, ain't that hard to believe in when I see technological miracles around every corner. Who knows? Maybe respawn did that to ya."

Medic nodded, impressed. "Vould you mind trying to tell zhe otzers zhat? Your argument may be zhe most sensible zheory I've heard tonight."

Sniper smiled. "No problem, mate. Now, whattya wanna talk about while we wait fer me to wake up?"

Spy gazed lazily at his coworkers, taking a drag of his third cigarette. Hours had past. Spy had no problem staying up - he was a spy after all, it was easy for him to keep himself awake.

It was boring though, watching the two bodies laying limply in their seats. At one point Spy had tried to decipher one of Medic's medical textbooks. He gave up after a few pages of unintelligible scientific and biological terms.

So he had just been watching them. It felt odd. Spy wasn't cloaked or hiding n the shadows, he was leaning against the wall and he had been given permission - no, he was ordered - to make sure nothing bad happened.

Nothing had happened at all. Only small shifts and snores caught Spy's attention.

Until Sniper shivered.