The RED base was silent, both teams having quit fighting for the day. RED's engineer, Russel, was milling around, checking his sentry and other buildings once and a while to see that they were loaded and ready for battle in case the BLU team decided to violate the agreement and do a surprise attack. The scout, sniper, and pyro were hanging out in the supplies room on the top level. The sniper, Jim, and the pyro, whose name was unknown, were discussing the number of kills each one had raked up earlier during the fighting. The scout, Thomas, was sleeping on one of the benches, exhausted from the constant running back and forth between the two bases. Down the hall to the intelligence room, on the lowest floor, the heavy, Aleksandr, was also patrolling the two halls that lead into the room that contained the intelligence case. Conrad, the RED's medic, sat in the chair behind a desk that the case rested on. He took aim with his syringe gun and fired at the wall. The syringe hit and struck a picture of a enemy medic. Conrad scowled and rested the gun in his lap. He put his feet up on the desk and rested his eyes a moment. Aleksandr walked into the room, his mini-gun slung onto his shoulder.
"What is wrong with doktor?" He asked in his thick Russian accent. Conrad opened one eye to look at him. The heavy's face needed to be shaved and Conrad guessed he had not taken a shower for a while, judging from the stench coming from his direction. Conrad waved his hand at Aleksandr, closing his eye's again.
"Nothing, Aleksandr, I'm fine." He said. Aleksandr shrugged and said he was off to get a sandwich from the fridge upstairs. Conrad nodded and opened both eyes to look at the now blank spot his friend had been standing on. He decided to continue with his target practice and reached into his ammo bag for more syringes. But when he felt nothing through his gloves, he realized he had used his last syringe to hit the picture. He put his feet on the floor and got up off the chair. The halls were empty as far as he could tell as he walked to the nearby supplies room. When the metal door slid open, Conrad was taken back.
The whole supplies room was an complete mess. Dirt and blood had been tracked in, no doubt by the two soldiers, Doug and Manny. Ammo containers had been knocked over and the bottle of fluid that the pyro used to fill its flamethrower had spilled on the floor. Bandages and other medical supplies had also been knocked over and littered the floor. Conrad grimaced when he saw his own syringes scattered around, thinking of all the times he had made sure to put them in their proper place in the cabinet. The scent of old blood and sweat lingered around and made Conrad cover his mouth and nose with one gloved hand. Now, Conrad could handle a lot of things, like organs and blood, since he himself was a doctor. But, also because he was a doctor, he always made sure things were as clean and germ free as possible. This mess in front of him made him tingle with anger and clench the hand that wasn't over his face into a fist. Before he went upstairs to rant at his team mates, though, he decided to clean. He turned around to get a the necessary items to do the task when he bumped into something. The air in front of him was blank, leaving the medic confused, until RED's spy, Fontaine, appeared. He smiled and held both hands behind his back.
"Bonjour, Conrad. How are we this evening?" He asked. His blood red suit was smooth and he smelled like lavender. Conrad narrowed his eyes at the spy and reached a hand behind his own back, gripping the handle of his bone saw. The spy merely let out a hearty laugh and removed a hand from behind his back, clapping it down on Conrad's shoulder. "There is no need for such harsh action!" Fontaine removed his other hand and waved it around in the medics face, "See, I have nothing to hide!"
"Vell, I just had to check." Conrad told him, releasing his grip from the saw. Fontaine squeezed his shoulder and continued to smile. They both stood there for a second, waiting for the other to make a move. Conrad frowned a bit when he noticed Fontaine's eyes darting around, a content look about his face. Conrad reached a hand up and removed the spy's hand, "Anyvay... vhat do you vant, Fontaine?"
"Oh, nothing much... I just couldn't help but notice that you were pretty bothered with that mess in the supplies room." Fontaine said, looking past Conrad at the metal door. Conrad frowned when he remembered it and nodded.
"Yes, I vas just going to get some cleaning items so I could fix that... vould you like to help?" He asked the spy. To his surprise, Fontaine agreed and they both walked up to the highest floor to get things from the other supplies room. When they walked in, they saw Aleksandr eating his sandwich, Thomas still sleeping, Jim reading a gun magazine, the pyro cleaning its flamethrower, and Doug and Manny having a arm wrestling contest on the other bench. Outside the door, Russel and the demoman, Fredrick, were discussing how they could work together to keep enemies from getting to the intelligence. When Conrad and Fontaine walked in, Jim looked up from his magazine.
"Oh, 'ello, doctor. Fontaine..." Jim let the spy's name hang there, like it were some evil to even speak it. He had never been okay with any of the spies that were on the team. Fontaine didn't look at him, instead letting his eyes rest on Doug and Manny's fighting.
"Hallo, mein Frund. Don't mind us." Conrad said, taking things out of the cabinets and grabbing the mop and broom from the corner. He handed both to Fontaine and motioned for him to follow as they exited the room. The pryo made a confused sound and jumped off the bench, scrambling after them. Fontaine turned around and stabbed the handle of the broom at the pyro, making it emit angry, muffled words. Conrad also turned around, but only to stop Fontaine and calm the pyro.
"Vhat is it?" he asked the pryo, who pointed at itself and at them, making a questioning sound. Conrad put a hand on his chin, thinking of what the pyro was asking, "Do you vant to help us?"
"No!" Fontaine shouted, drawing the attention of Fredrick and Russel, startling the pryo, and earning a poisonous glare from Conrad. He blushed out of embarrassment and looked down at his feet. The pyro let out a string of muffled words and Conrad calmed it down again.
"Okay, okay, you can help us. But please be careful and..." he lowered his voice down to a whisper, "Don't upset Fontaine." The pyro nodded and Fontaine glared at him.
"What was that?" he asked.
"Nothing, nothing. Lets go, we have cleaning to do." Conrad said, gently pushing Fontaine and walking down the hall to the lowest level. The pyro let out a happy noise and trotted after the medic. Fontaine followed last.
"Stupid pyro..."
"Okay, so... lets start by picking up all the things on the floor. Make sure any ammo or medicine that can still be used are put back where they belong." Conrad instructed. Fontaine nodded and the pyro murmured a bit. They all began picking up everything they could find. The pyro held open a garbage bag so Conrad could get rid of any soaked bandages or ammo that was covered in the flammable liquid used for pyro's flamethrower. The pyro made a few angry noises and gestures when it saw all the fuel on the floor. But it also managed to motion that it would clean it up. Conrad thanked him and Fontaine just scoffed. "Is there something you have to say, Fontaine?" Conrad asked.
"Do not mind me, I just had to clear my throat." the spy said. He went back to picking up shotgun ammo that had rolled to the corners of the room. After the floor was cleaned up, the pyro went to get some water with the bucket Conrad had given it. It hummed as it walked away and once it couldn't be heard anymore, Conrad turned towards Fontaine.
"Vhat is wrong with you, Fontaine? Vhy are you so mad at Pyro?" He asked. Fontaine ignored him and grabbed his cigarette case from his breast pocket. He pulled out his lighter and attempted to light a cigarette.
"Spy." Fontaine continued to not respond. Conrad clenched his teeth in anger. The spy finally managed to light the cigarette and leaned against the cabinet while he took a long drag of it.
"Fontaine." Conrad fiercely hissed. The spy merely cocked an eyebrow. Conrad could take no more of this man's ignorance. He brought his hand back and swiped it forward, delivering a quick and painful slap to Fontaine's face. The cigarette flew from his mouth and he clutched his face as he slid down to the floor. His eyes watered as he looked up at the fuming medic. Now just as angry, he got back up and removed his hand from his face, standing face to face with Conrad. They stood in silence until Fontaine took a step towards the medic. Then he quickly reached out and grabbed the other man's neck, pulling them together. He angled his head down and they mashed lips. Conrad placed his hands against Fontaine's chest in an attempt to push him away. Though he was skinner, Fontaine managed to keep his grip the Conrads neck, his finger nails digging into his skin. Fontaine finally pulled away from Conrads mouth but touched they're foreheads together. Conrad could tell his face was a bright red, even cover by the ski mask. His face also felt hot and a bit flustered. Instead of pushing the spy away, though, he let himself be held. Tears began streaming out of the spy's eyes and soaking into his mask.
"I'm sorry, Conrad..." He sniffed. Conrad managed to smile and reached up to wipe away his tears.
"Its fine, mein Freund. You are okay now." He said. Suddenly, a muffled noise came from the door way of the room. Fontaine quickly let go of Conrad and tried to regain his composer. But it was just the pyro, returned with a bucket of water. It let out a confused sound and put down the bucket of water. It walked over to Fontaine, holding out its arms to both sides. Fontaine frowned at the pyro.
"What do you want?" He asked it. The pyro pointed towards itself, then at Fontaine, and then held out its arms again. Conrad laughed playfully.
"I vhink Pyro wants to give you a hug." He laughed. Fontaine frowned even more, but put his arms out too, letting the pyro give him a soul-strangling hug. It cooed a bit and hugged him harder. Conrad laughed, "Relax, Fontaine, at least it can't kiss you."