Disclaimer: I don't own TF2 or any of the classes. I only own Robin and her family and the OC's that appear in this story. Match belongs to Doc (Crystal Carrigan).

Whoa, I'm back! Thanks to my good friend Doc for helping me with this one. Here, the story is going to start picking up. :) Let's do it!

Warning: T for Robin's potty mouth

Birds were chirping loudly the day she was shipped out. A few small blue birds and a starling sat in a tree, singing small little tunes and hopping through the branches. The sun was sliding around the mountains and casting a soft light through the desert. A breeze tickled the grass and weeds into a flutter and brought with it the scent of flowers and living things. The sights and sounds were upbeat and would normally lift one's spirits. Robin, however, was not positively effected by the spring-like ambiance.

She sat hunched in the back of the taxi, leaning against the seat and forehead resting on the window. A large duffel bag rested on her lap, its strap limply hanging over one shoulder. Next to her, Luka was sketching away with a tiny pencil, leaning over the notepad so low that his nose almost touched it. Their mother sat in the front, quietly, with her head turned so she gazed out her own window. Not a word had been spoken between them from the moment the got in the vehicle. Robin had tried to speak with Janice, tried to reassure her that everything was going to be alright, but the older woman was not convinced. Worry creased her eyes and mouth as she sat in silence. The driver simply drove, allowing the quiet.

Robin sighed through her nose. Her nerves were making her mind buzz. It had only been a month or so since she had signed on with Mann. Co and she was already being sent away. She glanced down at the ticket in her hand. It read 'Wickelman Station - Outgoing - Teufort, AZ. - Terminal 10'.

Robin looked back out her window. There were signs that indicated the train station was near; little train symbols and arrows on each one in a bold orange. She sat up a little more, growing anxious. This was one of the largest things she ever had to do in her life. She was scared. In the back of her mind, she hoped that she would not mess anything up.

Soon enough, they were pulling in at the train station. The taxi driver drove up to the curb right in front of the station. He exited the vehicle and walked around to open Janice's door. Robin kicked Luka in the shin and waved her hand at him.

"Open the door, Lu." He did, sticking his tongue out at her, which she returned. Once we were out, Robin stood up on the sidewalk. Luka drifted off to read a flyer on a nearby bulletin board and their mother paid the driver. She walked up to her daughter, smoothing her hair and slipping her purse strap back onto her shoulder.

"Come on, Luka. Time to go." Robin smiled at her, but the smile that graced her lips was sad. She tried to lighten the mood by bumping Janice with her hip, but she just brushed her daughter away and began looking for the terminal. The young woman followed behind her, brown and green eyes trained on the ground in front of her feet. They walked for a few minutes before they found the right place. There were red benches placed at regular intervals along the wall. The tracks were at ground level and small pigeons pecked in between the gravel. Robin's mother went and sat down on one of the benches and Luka joined her, whipping out his notepad to begin sketching again. The young woman wandered down the strip and back, stretching her legs.

As she walked, an older man turned the corner and sat down a few benches from her family. He was tall and broad shouldered, with black hair that was graying at the temples. A pair of thin rimmed glasses rested on his nose and they framed his blue eyes nicely. He wore a dark brown vest over a white long sleeved shirt and similarly coloured slacks. Overall, he seemed to be a regular gentleman. Robin walked past him and they locked eyes for a moment. The man smiled gently, inclining his head and Robin returned the acknowledgement.

The young woman walked back up and down the terminal a few more times before a low horn was heard. She turned her gaze to the tracks and saw the large gray train beginning to pull into the station. She ran back to her family, hefting her duffel bag. Her mother did not seem so eager and she stood with a slight reluctance. Luka looked up and went wide-eyed at the train. It was huge! It must have been 16 cars long and it was a loud as thunder. Robin stared, as well, swallowing back the lump that had formed in her throat.

A man stepped off the train, once it screeched to a stop. He wore a blue overcoat with a matching hat and slacks and he announced that this was the train to Teufort. As soon as he spoke, people began flooding off the cars. Women in fancy dresses and high heeled shoes were accompanied or stepped around by men in business suits. Everyone seemed in a hurry. A few families left the train, as well. Women toting children shuffled by and men carrying luggage followed after.

Robin watched, awestruck by the business-like manner everyone seemed to exude. She pulled her ticket from her pocket and waited until the attendant said it was time to board. Turning to her own family, she inhaled deeply to brace herself.

"Well, this is it. No more lollygaggin'." She said, trying to sound chipper. Luka hugged her, hard.

"Don't forget us, alright? We are still family." Robin hugged her brother back, taken aback at his words.

"No, Luka. I could never forget you. I will write you every day, cool? You should draw me a picture each time." The young boy nodded and stepped away so their mother could have her turn.

Janice looked into her daughter's eyes, blue eyes meeting green and brown. She laid a hand on her shoulder, appearing stoic about Robin's departure.

"Take care, now. Brush your teeth, tie your shoes, don't talk to strangers." She recited, trying to fix her daughter's hair. Robin smiled good-naturedly and let her mother rub at her face and hair.

"I will, Mom." Janice pulled away and nodded. Her mouth was set in a stern line and she lifted her chin.

"Off you go, then." Robin nodded and turned to board the train. Before she could take two steps, she was stopped.

"Wait! Wait!" Her mother's strangled voice made her spin on the spot. Instantly, she was crushed in an overwhelming hug. Janice enveloped her child in an embrace, crying into her shoulder.

"Mom?" Robin hugged her back, worried.

"Oh, my little baby! I don't want you to go! You're going to get shot and killed or worse! All those big burly men are going to take advantage of you! Oh, you can't go!" The words ran together as she wept. Robin rubbed her back, smiling through her own tears. After a long moment, the young woman pulled her mother away to look her in the eyes.

"Mom? Are you mint?" Her mother nodded, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. "Good. Listen to me. I'm going to be fine! I'm fast and a quick learner. This will be a breeze! Just think of the cash I'll be raking in! No more moving! Alright?"

"But, what if..."

"No, Mom. I'm going to be fine." With that, she kissed her mother's forehead. She grinned widely at her family, trying to reassure them.

The train whistle blew loudly and the attendant called for last board. Robin ran up to him, handed him her ticket, and lept into the car. She glanced out the nearest window, kneeling in the seat. She waved at her mother and brother, who waved back vigorously. The former just raised a hand, smiling sadly. Robin pressed her fingers to her lips and tapped the window. The train moved, then, pulling away from the station. The young woman watched as her family and the town faded from view. It had begun.

As soon as they were under way, Robin stepped the back of the car she had picked. She selected a seat, away from the other passengers and settled into it, laying her duffel bag next to her. With a sigh, she began running in her head everything that needed to happen.

'So, I need to get through this train ride. Easier said than done. Then, find my commanding officer, some man named Turner Emerson. He will take me to my station and I will be officially started at my new job!' It sounded like a boss plan to her, so she relaxed. She stared out the window, watching the trees and desert scenery pass by. Her mind was already starting to ache from boredom. She had packed a few crossword puzzles, but she wasn't ready to resort to those. Instead, the young woman began to recite every children's nursery rhyme she knew.

Robin had made it to the obscure 'Solomon Grundy, Born on a Monday' when a man turned into her little space. Her eyes snapped to his and she instantly recognized him. It was the gentleman from the Winkelman station. She smiled politely at him.

"Pardon me, mein fraulein, but vould you mind if I sat vith you?"

"Not at all, boss." She replied, moving her legs so the man could sit. Her mind supplied that he had a similar accent as the doctor who had done her exam a month ago. The man sat, setting his own bag against the seat. He inclined his head again at Robin and met her gaze. He began turning away, but he quickly looked back at her. A large grin spread across his face.

"Mein Gott! You haff heterochromia, don't you?" The young woman was startled, but nodded slowly.

"Yes sir..."

"Ah, vunderbar!" The word made her flinch for reasons she didn't understand.

"I'm assuming that's a big deal to you?" She asked bluntly, not fully understanding the man's enthusiasm.

"Oh, I'm very sorry. I haff not introduced meinself. I am Heinrich Schafer of Berlin, Germany. I am a doctor and I haff never met someone vith such a vunderful mutation." Robin leaned forward, curious now.

"Mutation, huh? I don't know much about my eyes. Could you tell me a bit?"

"It vould be mein pleasure. Firstly..."

The two of them talked through the entire train ride, with Robin discussing her experiences across the country and Heinrich taking interest in her metabolism, her eyes, and her strange exam for the military.

"So, why are you heading to Teufort, doc?" Robin asked, yawning and stretching.

"Oh, I am being posted there for the army, as vell."

"Neat! So, you and me are gonna be workin' together?" The German frowned.

"Ah, I'm not sure. We vill see..." He trailed off. Robin frowned and turned to glance out the window. The train was slowing, as far as she could tell, and the scenary had gone from wilderness to a more built up, urban type. The young woman felt elated, now that she was finally going to be able to get off the train.

"So, you are stationed at Teufort, you said?" She asked the doctor, grabbing her bag.

"Ja. For the next year or so."

"Could I tag along with you? I'm pretty sure I'm going to get lost." The German laughed, a deep sound, at her and nodded.

"I vould enjoy your company, anyvays, mein fraulein."

Stepping away from the train, Robin stuck close to Heinrich, weaving behind him like his living shadow. The two of them ducked around the other train goers until they made it to a small gap in the crowd. The German pulled out a small paper and began skimming it. Robin watched the people walk by, catching the smallest of features on each one. This woman had a Marilyn Monroe type beauty mark while this one had the finest looking Pekinese tucked under one arm. One man looked like a sleaze ball, all greasy hair and another looked like he had no idea where he was going. 'Like me.' Robin thought to herself.

"Ah, this way!" Heinrich exclaimed, shocking the young woman back to the present situation. She jogged after him. The doctor bee-lined straight for a pillar that was painted a rich blue colour. Heinrich stopped her and asked her what team she was called for.

"What?" She asked, confused.

"Fraulein, are you Reliable Excavation Demolition or Builder's League United?"

"Oh, oh! Right." She took out her own small packet and slipped out the first page. Robin read it for a few seconds before finding what she needed.

"Builder's League United, I think. It just says 'B-L-U' in big letters."

"Ja! That's it. Vunderbar, this vay." A chill ran up her back at the word once more. The man led her over to the pillar and looped around it. On the other side, there was a tall man leaning against the wall. He wore a dark gray suit and a pair of sunglasses which turned to them as they approached. The doctor shook hands with him, exchanged a few words, and then they both turned and walked to the street. Robin followed a few paces behind.

An orange and white taxi was parked by the curb and the three of them entered it, with the doctor and the young woman in the back. The ride was as silent as the one she had taken with her mother and she grew antsy quickly. The car followed a straight and barren road for close to three hours before it turned into a large complex.

Robin could see many buildings surrounding it, most of them made of wood, but two stood out to her. They were at either end of the lot, close to 7 miles apart. One was painted gray with blue striping, the other white with red. Robin was not the brightest crayon in the box, but she was beginning to notice a pattern. She kept it to herself, however, settling on watching their steady approach to the blue building.

"Welcome to Teufort."

"This is where you'll be living, eating, and working for the rest of your term." Robin swallowed, nerves kicking around and giving her chills. 'This is it!' She thought, checking off one task on her mental list.

The taxi pulled around to the front of the blue building and everyone but the driver exited. Robin turned to thank him, but he merely sped off down the road the way they came. The young woman was perplexed, but paid it little mind as Heinrich tapped her shoulder.

"Come on, Robin. Time to meet our commanding officer."

"Right, yeah. Keen." She sighed and entered after the doctor.

Almost instantly, Robin groaned in relief. The entire entryway was chilled by a lovely breeze that came from the vents that lined it. The young brunette tilted her head back and closed her eyes, enjoying it briefly. Shivering a bit, she continued after Heinrich, staring at his boots. They passed by doorway after doorway and even a small staircase that led to someplace unknown. The doctor led her into one of the rooms; this one's door was already open. It took only a moment for her to notice the owner of the voice that was booming throughout the room.

The man was large, with a sturdy build and big hands. His voice was a gruff as his appearance, more of a growl than anything. He wore a soldier's uniform, a helmet resting low over his eyes, and the cloth was dyed the same shade of blue as the building. 'And strangely enough, my house.' Robin thought to herself. At their entrance, the loud man turned, helmet swinging. Heinrich held up a hand to the man, smiling a very small smile.

"Hallo. Ve are the new recruits for Teu..."

"I know who you are, sonny! You and this little maggot are our new doctors! State your names!"

"Ja, alright. I am Heinrich Schafer."

"And I'm Robin Cravett." The young woman bristled at the big man's tone, frowning. The soldier walked over to her, scowling from under his helmet.

"Female, huh? Never did like workin' with female types." He bent at the waist to look her in the eyes. Robin narrowed them at him, setting her jaw. 'You ain't scaring me.' She thought. The man stared at her briefly before growling lowly.

"What's wrong with yer eyes, maggot?" The young recruit backed away a step, but did not look away from his gaze.

"I was born with it, boss."

"Ja, it is normal, mein Freund." The doctor piped up. At his words, the large man turned away from Robin and looked to the German. He moved away, grumbling something about krauts and bratwurst. Robin sent Heinrich a thankful glance.

"Well, now that you're BOTH here, you can go to the medical offices." The soldier pointed out the door, eyes now on a large map on the table. "You will be sharing quarters. Hope that's not a problem, maggots." A chuckle laced his tone.

"Sank you, sir." With that, he moved to leave, laying a soft hand on Robin's back. She stopped before he could take her out of the room. She moved to the large man's side, glaring slightly.

"It's polite to give your name, you know. Since you know ours, it's only fair." The soldier's head shot up and she caught the barest glimpse of his eyes under the rim of the helmet. They were hard as stone and vibrant green.

"Is that so?" He asked, voice dropping a few octaves. Robin held her ground, though her stomach was roiling. The man stood tall, rolling his beefy shoulders back.

"Yes." Was all she said.

"Turner Emerson. But it's Soldier to YOU, maggot."

"Thank you, Soldier." She saluted him, the half-hearted gesture more of a face palm than anything. The large man snorted and waved her away, not bothering to salute back. Robin turned on her heel and left, passing by a stunned Heinrich.

"Why is he such a pill?!" Robin exclaimed, striding down the hallway with purpose. The German doctor followed behind her, directing her to the medical offices.

"Maybe because you make him angry, Robin?" The mild-mannered man answered, narrowly dodging her fist as it slammed into the wall.

"I didn't do anything! Not at first...and he just...and what's with that comment about my eyes? That's just rude!" She stopped, breathing deeply in an attempt to calm herself. Heinrich smiled wearily and pointed to the door she stopped by.

"Zis is it, Fraulein. Medical office #14." The two of them stepped inside and took in their surroundings.

The room was rather large, with sterile silver tables lining the back wall and a huge gun type mechanism hanging from the ceiling. Robin grew nervous at the sight of it. It reminded her of the little machine in the doctor's office where she received her exam. This one was just ten times larger with different coloring. Heinrich moved to a desk and set his bag down to begin shuffling through papers he extracted. The young woman moved around the room, peeking into drawers and trying to find where everything was in the room. 'Since I'm going to be a nurse, I might as well find the important stuff.' She thought to herself.

The German saw her moseying and pointed to the far left corner.

"Our rooms should be back zere, Robin. Make yourself at home." The woman nodded, thanking him, and jogged to the back. Sure enough, there was a door that opened to reveal two beds in a tiny space. They were side by side with a small lamp in between them. Robin dumped her bag on the bed furthest from the door and sat on it with a sigh.

"Oh, gosh, I'm already tired of this heat." She spoke to the ceiling. Then, her thoughts took a frightening curve. It hit her hard, then, that she had no idea how to be a nurse. She was expected to save lives, but she could barely rip off a band aid let alone staunch a wound. They stuck her in the fight with no training whatsoever. 'How odd.' She shook her head and moved back out into the room where the German was still reading documents.

She approached him, a bit nervous. She clasped her hands behind her back and cleared her throat. Heinrich looked up, smiling warmly.

"Ja? Vat is it?" Robin steadied herself with a breath before speaking.

"Heinrich, I don't know...how to be a nurse. I don't have any training at all..." At her slightly stuttered words, the man laughed quietly. Robin was taken aback and she waited until he spoke.

"Ja, I know, Robin. You don't need too much medical knowledge to do your particular job. You just need to be fast and attentive. All you vill need to know is how to set a bone, stem blood flow, assess head injury and give pain killers."

"That's...kind of a lot to know, Doc."

"I vill teach you. Not to vorry! Oh, and instead of Heinrich, you should call me Medic."

"Gotcha. Medic it is, then."

For the next few hours, as the sun set, Medic taught Robin all about her job. She learned about head injuries first, how to tell when it was a concussion or worse. Next, she was figuring out the setting of broken or dislocated bones. It was easier than she thought, but still took her quite a bit. After that, it was 'How to stop bleeding 101' and 'Morphine or Tylenol annex course' as she called them.

When they finished, Robin felt confident, like she could do her job now. Heinrich stretched and nodded at her as she thanked him over and over again.

"Not a problem, fraulein. I'm sure you vill do great. Oh! Before I forget, read over ze files on our team. You vill need to know any allergies and medical history so you can properly treat zem. Also, it helps just to get to know your team." He handed her 9 manilla folders and shooed her off. Robin skipped back to their small shared room and settled onto her bed to read them. 'Here we go, Robin.'

The first folder held 4 pieces of sky blue paper, the first of which was labeled 'Soldier'. Robin smirked, ready to dig up the dirt on Emerson. The slipped them out and began to read.

'Turner Emerson, age 41. Height: 5'8". Weight: 184lbs. Blood type: A negative. Allergies: none.' It continued by stating his class, his weapons of choice, his service record, and past injuries.

"Broken left knee, broken all ribs on right side, dislocated both shoulders simultaneously, lost three fingers on right hand, fractured elbow, cracked skull multiple times." Robin read out loud. 'Geez,' She thought, 'This guy is a tough son of a bitch.' She slipped his papers back into the folder and picked up the next file. This one was labeled 'Sniper'. She opened it and instantly she tensed.

The man was gorgeous! Short, dark hair with piercing blue eyes and a serious set to his jaw. He looked tough, to say the least. Robin skimmed his information.

'Trevor Darke, age 35. Height: 5'9". Weight: 163lbs. Blood type: AB positive. Allergies: none.' The file told Robin that he was from New Zealand and that he was accepted as part of the Maori tribe. He had been with the army for close to 10 years and was known for never missing his target with his sniper rifle, Delilah. He only had two injuries listed in the past. One dislocated right shoulder and one torn muscle in his back.

The next file was 'Scout'. A young man, younger than her, was in the picture. He sported fiery red hair and large expressive gray eyes.

'Sam Mason, age 19. Height: 5'7". Weight: 120lbs." Blood type, allergies, past injuries all listed. It seemed like most of the boy's wounds were in his legs. 'I will have to ask Hein...Medic about that.' Robin thought to herself.

She read on, pulling out a file labeled 'Spy'. The picture was blank, which bothered her a bit.

'Franceour -, age 27. Height: 5'9'. Weight: 150lbs. Blood type:-. Allergies:-." Most of the information was missing. 'All the important things, anyways.' Robin thought, miffed. No injuries listed, nor any preferred weapons. Just the basic stuff was there.

The file labeled 'Engineer' came next. A sweet looking blonde man was in the picture, with blue eyes and a bit of stubble on his chin.

'Dirk Valentine, age 32. Height: 5'7". Weight: 161lbs. Blood type: O negative. Allergies: Penicillin, pet dander.' "Born and raised in Kentucky on a farm. Likes to tinker. Speaks Spanish." Robin mumbled to herself. The file told her that he was a valuable asset to her team due to his ability to build weapons in the blink of an eye.

Next was 'Heavy'. This picture was of a strong featured older man, with closely shaved hair and dark brown eyes.

'Yuri Borinskov, age 39. Height: 6'5". Weight: 265lbs. Blood Type: O positive. Allergies: Morphine.' "This guy is a giant!" Robin gasped, jaw dropping. His injuries was numerous, as well. His weapons were listed, but one stood out to the young woman. A large automatic weapon that weighed as much as he did and had bullets the size of guinea pigs was pictured on the final page. It was just as intimidating as the man himself.

By now, Robin was getting bored, but she kept reading. The next file had the word 'Demoman' across it. In the picture, there was a dark skinned man with short black hair and a wide white smile.

'Nico Tero, age 33. Height: 5'6". Weight: 133lbs. Blood Type: B positive. Allergies: none.' "Born in Jamaica, raised in St. Thomas. Efficient with grenades, dynamite, mines." Robin nodded, admiring the man. He seemed the type that she might get along with.

The next file read 'Pyro'. The picture was of a person in a big dark gas mask and a dark blue suit. Robin cocked her head, curious as to why the picture was done this way.

'Match, age 37. Height: 6'1". Weight: 197lbs. Blood type:-. Allergies: none.' The file was very vague about his back story, only detailing that he had been with Mann Co. for a long time and that he was very efficient. Robin groaned at the lack of information, but slipped the papers back into the folder and pulled out the next one. She grinned.

It was Heinrich's file. His picture was a bit fuzzy, but it was him. The glasses, the silvered temples, the gentle smile. All his.

'Heinrich Schafer, age 40. Height: 5'10". Weight: 161lbs. Blood Type: O positive. Allergies: none." 'Same blood type as me.' Robin thought with a grin. Reading on, she learned of his medical experience, his family, his hometown, and, finally, his weapons of choice. He favored a gun that shot syringes instead of bullets. Robin paled at that. She reminded herself not to make him angry. She put the file down and stretched, running through everything in her head.

When she felt like she had gotten everything down, she stood and walked back into the room where the Medic still sat. He was scribbling notes on a piece of paper while skimming through something on a clipboard. Robin moved to his side, tapping his shoulder to announce her approach. The German looked at her, smiling as he usually was.

"Wanna grab somethin' to eat?" The young woman asked. The older man nodded, but looked through a pile of papers before he actually responded.

"Ja, but first, could you look over this file? I need to make sure the information is current." Robin took the paper from him, frowning in her confusion. At the top of the paper, it read 'medical information'. Her eyes rolled down the page, stopping at the name.

'Robin Cravett.' She glanced back up, questions in her mind. Medic explained, saying that it was her file that he created from what she told him from the train. He wanted to have a record for her, as well, to be safe. The brunette nodded and continued reading.

'Robin Cravett, age 23. Height: 5'6". Weight: 150lbs. Blood type: O positive. Allergies: alfalfa.' The file read on, explaining her two coloured eyes, her fast metabolism and her exposure to different illnesses and bacteria because of her constant moving. Robin nodded, handing the file back.

"Looks good, Medic. Eats?" The German laughed and stood.

"Ja, eats."

And there you have it, chickadees. Chapter 5 is fin! Sorry it took so long updating. This chapter was very hard for me. But, it's starting to get easier now that we are in 2fort. Yes, I know that I changed the places of origin for some of the team, but that's on purpose. I don't want everyone from the same place as their counterparts on the RED team.

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