1
"So give me the news, doc, am I gonna' live?" RED's scout, Thomas, asked the RED medic, Conrad, as he looked up at the him with pleading eyes. After being here for just a month, he had already developed the over-sized ego and dramatic-ness that most scouts have. Conrad decided to play along and put a gloved hand on Thomas's shoulder.
"I'm afraid to say, but mein tests have shown zhat there is something wrong with you." he said, covering his face with his other hand to add to the drama. Thomas grabbed onto the medic's coat, pulling him closer.
"Well, spit it out! What is it?" he exclaimed. Conrad smiled a bit and adjusted his glasses.
"Vell, most of us refer to it as being 'overdramatic'." he said. Thomas's mouth quickly formed into a frown and he pushed the medic away.
"Look at dis', man!" he shouted, showing Conrad the small cut on his arm, "What if dis' gets infected o' some'thin! I could die!"
"Oh, zhut up, you ztupid boy! Your fine! Its just a cut." Conrad shouted back at him. Thomas snorted and crossed this arms, glaring at the medic.
"Fine! But when I die, I hope you feel bad 'bout not helpin' me!" he declared before rushing out into the hallway. Conrad wiped his face.
"Dummkopf..." he muttered. Then he walked out the door and looked into the waiting room. He only saw the team's heavy, Aleksandr, and one of their soldiers, Doug. Both had a fair amount of blood on their uniforms. Conrad called to them, "Next?"
"Yes, doktor!" Aleksandr happily replied. He stood up and they both walked to the medical room. Conrad instructed the him to sit on the bed in the middle of the room. Aleksandr did as he was told and studied the room as the medic did a few simple tests.
"Open your mouth and zay 'ah'." Conrad told him. He soon regretted it when the first wiff of the large man's breath hit his nostrils, "Eh, on zecond zhought, try not to breathe."
After the tests were done, Conrad pointed to the heavy's jacket with his pencil.
"Zo, is all zhat blood from you or is it zomeone else's?" he asked. The heavy took off the jacket and pointed to a few bulletholes in his shirt.
"Most of it from leetle babies on other team. But some of the blood is mine. Can you fix me, doktor?" He asked Conrad. Conrad smiled and walked over to his medi-gun. He aimed it at Aleksandr.
"Of course, mein Frund. Just hold still..."
2
After the long surgery removing the bullets, Conrad had the medi-gun heal Aleksandr's skin and organs. The heavy thanked the medic with a strangling hug before grabbing his jacket and walking out the door. After taking a quick breather, Conrad looked back out into the waiting room. Instead of Doug being there, RED's spy, Fontaine, had taken his seat. He was calmly smoking and reading a magazine. "Herr spy, vhat have you done vith Doug?" Conrad asked him.
"I 'ave done nothing with zhe soldier. 'e simply asked me to sit here while 'e went to get a drink." Fontaine said, grinning at the medic, "Something tells me 'e's not coming back, mon cher ami."
"Zhose zoldiers! Alvay's refusing help!" Conrad growled. He crossed his arms. Fontaine got up and put the magazine down on the table. He walked over to Conrad and un-crossed his arms. Then he grabbed one of the medic's hands and removed the bloodied glove before tossing it to the floor, along with his burnt out cigarette.
"Oh, I would never refuse your help, mon doux allemad..." the spy purred before placing a kiss on the medic's hand. Conrad's face turned a light red and pulled his hand out of the frenchmen's.
"Ja..." he mumbled. Fontaine laughed and picked the glove back up. He handed it back to Conrad, who slowly reached out and took it. Fontaine took out his cigarette case and took out another. He offered the case to Conrad.
"Care for one?" he asked. Conrad refused right away, pushing the case away with disgust.
"I hate zhose things. Zhe ztench fills up my entire room. Zhey're bad for you, anyvay." Conrad said. Fontaine just shrugged and put the case back. Then he pulled out a lighter and lit the cigarette in his mouth. The medic was about to turn back into his office when Fontaine stopped him one last time.
"Wait, I want to ask you, Conrad. Would you care to join me and BLU's spy for some wine tonight?" He questioned. Conrad frowned at him.
"Zhe BLU spy? Fontaine, you know ve're not zuppose to-" he tried to say more, but the spy silenced him by putting a single finger to his mouth.
"Hush, hush, I don't want to 'ear it. In case you did not know, zhe BLU spy is my brother. Yes, 'e is fully capible of killing me, but 'e will only do so during zhe fighting." Fontaine told him. Then he removed his finger from Conrad's lips, "What do you say? Want to come?"
"Vell... I... okay. I'll come vith you." he agreed. The spy grinned and began to walk away. Conrad watched him vanish into the darkness of the halls before going into his office and closing the door, "Oh, vhat have I gotten myself into?"
3
As the afternoon quickly turned to night, Conrad was looking through his dresser to find his good vest. He had already found a nice, white dress shirt to wear. He finally found it in the bottom of one of the drawers. It was lined with a simple white border and the rest was a soft forest green. He grabbed a black tie hanging from a mirror and put it around his neck before he put on the vest. After studying himself in the mirror, a knock was heard at the door.
"Bonjour, mon ami! It is time to go!" Fontaine shouted from outside in the hall. Conrad sighed and walked to the door. He opened it to see the spy standing there with a similar man next to him. Same suit, same mask, same height. The only difference was the color, a cool blue. He also greeted Conrad with the same accent as Fontaine.
"Ah, zo you are zhe man Fontaine talks about zo often! Pleased to meet you." He said, offering a hand. Conrad eyed the BLU spy as he took his hand and gave it a quick shake. The spy laughed and took his hand back, "Yes, 'e also told me you are not very trusting of me. I assure you I won't be any trouble."
"Please, Conrad, you can trust my brother. 'e won't harm you!" Fontaine added. Conrad was still skeptical, but nodded his head.
"Okay... so, vhere are ve going for zhe wine?" he asked.
"We will be going down to the sewers." the BLU spy said, "I 'ave a secret room in them. Just do not tell anyone."
"Of course." Conrad said. The BLU spy turned away from the men and lead the way down the hall. They walked upstairs to the room with the decks and then down the stairs that connected to the decks, Fontaine's brother cloaking to avoid being seen by members of the RED team. When they got to the stairs that went down into the sewers, Fontaine stopped Conrad and pulled out something from his pocket. It was a single stem of a plant.
"Vhat is zhat?" Conrad asked. Fontaine placed the stem into the medic's vest so the top of it stuck out.
"Its lavander. I love the smell of it." he said, smiling. Conrad frowned a bit.
"I'm surprised you can smell anyzhing vith all the cigarettes you smoke." he replied. Fontaine patted the medics cheek with one of his hands.
"Cheer up, doux allemand. I don't want you in a bad mood all night." he told him. With that, he walked after his brother down the stairs. Conrad followed closely after.
"Ah, gentlemen, what was taking you?" the BLU spy questioned before glancing at the stem of lavender sticking out from Conrad's vest, "Oh, I see. Fontaine does love his lavender..."
"Hm?" Conrad inquired. The BLU spy just shook his head.
"Nothing, nothing. Oh, I just remembered. I haven't told you my name yet. Its Gabriel." he said just as he tapped on a certain part of the wall. The bricks started to shift and suddenly the whole wall split, revealing a door.
"How long has zhis been here?" Conrad asked Gabriel. He shrugged and took out a key from his pocket. He put it in the keyhole and unlocked the door.
"Come, let us get inside before someone comes down 'ere." he motioned at the door. Both RED's went inside, Gabriel following behind them. When they were inside, the BLU spy closed the door and they all heard the wall close up. Conrad suddenly had an awful feeling. Gabriel put his arm around the medic's shoulders and started walking him to the table in the center of the room.
"Zo, Conrad..." He grinned, "Do you prefer red or white wine?"
4
"...then I backstabbed zhe stupid bastard! 'e should learn not to back up into doors!" Gabriel exclaimed with drucken glee. Fontaine laughed out loud with his brother, the scent of red white drifting in the air. Conrad would have laughed too if it weren't Aleksandr that Gabriel was talking about. It had been at least 3 hours and so far the only ones really enjoying this free time were the two spies. It wasn't that Conrad wasn't drunk, it was that he wasn't a happy drunk. He was more of the silent type of drunk. He also became a bit annoyed with the laughing and mocking of the spies as they both swaped stories about how they killed a certain person.
"Can ve please talk about zomething else?" Conrad complained, rubbing his temples, "All zhis laughing is getting on my nerves."
"Calm down, Conrad! We're just messing around, no need to make a fuss about it!" Gabriel said, twirling his wine glass around so the liquid made a little whirlpool. Fontaine agreed with his brother, laughing some more.
"Ja, ja, you two are having fun. I'm so sorry to rain on zhis parade!" Conrad said sarcasticly. The fun suddenly ended after Gabriel heard him.
"Not to be rude, but you are raining on our parade. Quite hard, in fact," he frowned, standing up. He stopped twirling his glass and held it still between two fingers, "and I'm afraid I forgot an umbrella."
"Gabriel, maybe you shouldn't-" Fontaine attempted to cut in, but Conrad silenced him with a glare.
"Poor spies! Zhould I leave? I'd hate to flood zhe place!" he sneared. Gabriel's grip on his glass tightened.
"Perhaps you should." he growled. Fontaine stood up and grabbed his brothers arm.
"Gab-"
"Quiet, brother!" the BLU spy hissed at him. Conrad stood up, walked around the table, past the two spies, and to the door.
"Come, Fontaine." he motioned. When the spy didn't move, he looked back, "Fontaine?"
"Conrad, please..." the spy begged. Conrad just gritted his teeth and yanked open the door. The brick wall seperated and he stormed out. Fontaine looked the door, his brother, and back at the door. Finally, he let go of Gabriels arm and went after Conrad, leaving the door open.
"Peh..." The BLU spy said as he walked over and closed the door.
5
"Conrad, Conrad, wait!" Fontaine shouted, chasing after the enraged medic. He caught up to him on the top of the stairs. But when he reached for the man's arm, he was pushed away. Conrad stormed past the entrence to the base and out into the open area with the deck above him. Fontaine tried to stop him but was unable to and gave up halfway up the stairs to the deck. Both men walked past the supplies room and down the hall to the intellegence floor. Once they were all the way down, Fontaine managed to get a grip on Conrad's arm and his attention.
"Vhat do you vant?" the medic asked angrily, turning towards the spy. His face was red, the veins on his forehead very visible. Fontaine bit his lip and looked down at the floor before he answered.
"I want to apologize... I shouldn't of asked you to come. I mean, I didn't know my brother could get so angry so quickly and... I'm sorry, Conrad, I just-"
"Fontaine." Conrad said bluntly. Fontaine flinched a little.
"Yes?"
"Its fine." Conrad told him. Fontaine looked back at the man. His eyes had gotten a bit softer and he had a small grin on his face. Fontaine was about to say something when the medic put a finger to his mouth, "I mean it. Now..."
"W-what?" Fontaine asked nervously. The medic removed his finger from his mouth and cupped the spy's face.
"Give me a kiss, Fontaine." he said before pulling the man into a deep kiss. Fontaine thought his felt his heart melt. He pushed the medic back until the couple hit a wall and he had the man pinned between him and it. Conrad's back arched so he could take in the heat of the spy's body.
"I love you, Conrad..." Fontaine whispered between them. Conrad smiled and leaned into the kiss more before replying back.
"I love you too, Fontaine."