For: Dr. Denial

Team Checkups

I hated everything about today. No fights, no opportunity to pick on the pesky BLU scout by disguising myself as someone else, nothing fun today for me. Just team checkups today. Bleh.

Everyone had to do these every year and I hated it. The Medic would ask you the same questions every year and absolutely nothing would change. Sure I would get yelled at for smoking a bit, but that's what makes a spy a spy. We always have a cigarette lying around somewhere.

This year was supposedly different though. We had some new guy come in and take charge, so maybe things will be different. I heard my name called and I walked into the small office and sat down on the exam table, straightening my tie as the Medic looked like he was preparing something.

"Alright, let's get started then ja?" He turned around and I couldn't help noticing how nice he looked in his uniform. Our old Medic was old and ugly, while this one seemed young and quite good looking. "Take the mask off, no one will see you but me." I slowly pulled it off, I never took it off when anyone was around, but I guess he would need to see my face. I put it in my pocket and smoothed back my short hair.

"Alright, let's get the boring part over with. Name?"

"Layla."

"Age?"

"I've been disguised as so many people, I don't even know."

"You smoke right?"

"Yeah."

"Do you drink?"

"Yeah."

"Eh, we'll say you're in the ball park of 21. Weight?"

"I dunno."

"Eh, it doesn't really matter anyway."

I was starting to like this guy, sarcastic, somewhat funny. I could get used to him. He finished up his pointless tests and the room was quite warm so he removed his jacket. I couldn't help but notice the strong arms normally hidden under the jacket. "Well, you check out. Other than smoking which is bad for you, blah blah blah,' I'm sure you've heard it all before' you're done. "

"Do I get a lollipop?" I said jokingly, but I saw him roll his eyes and reach into a drawer with chocolate instead. "Here, eat it and get moving, I have work to so. SCHNELL!" He yelled as he pushed me out. Yeah, I thought, I like this guy!

It was nearing the end of December and even though the snow was harsh, the heated battles didn't let up. I was to go to person for intelligence grabbing and those BLU morons couldn't tell if I was a spy even if I de-cloaked right in front of them. They practically gave me the intelligence one time when the scout handed it to me and told me to keep it safe. So much for spy checking.

It was finally Christmas and we decided to not fight that day and we just enjoyed ourselves at the base. We were all pretty much drunk and began singing quite out of tune and I just started playing really bad versions of Christmas carols on the piano. I never was a virtuoso and never claimed to be. After the majority of people went to bed to awake to hangovers, I heard some music coming from the room I just left.

There was the Medic, sitting down at the piano and playing wonderfully. His fingers flew so fast over the keys that you could have sworn he was born with a keyboard in hand. I walked over and placed a hand on the piano and he looked up at me, "What do you want Frauline?" I sheepishly asked if he could show me how to play and he simply let me sit down and he slid in behind me. "You just have to keep your wrists flat and let your fingers flow evenly." He placed his stronger hands over mine and he guided me to each note and before long it began to sound great, smooth, and connected instead of uneven, choppy, and incorrectly phrased.

Due to the alcohol I consumed, I began to feel a bit off and fell asleep against his chest. He lifted me up and took me back to my room where he spent the night sleeping in a chair, waiting for me to get up. The next morning came with a terrible head ache and a doctor right there with aspirin.

"You're a live saver doc." I said, taking the medicine he handed me. "It wasn't a problem. Maybe we could continue our lessons when you are sober and paying attention."

"Sure, sure." I said, pulling on my suit and getting ready to walk out the door to prepare for today's fight. He stepped in front of me and I gave a slight whine of protest when he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead, "Don't get yourself into too much trouble. Ja oder nein?" I had no clue what he just asked me so I nodded and walked out the door, feeling a little too happy about the little sign of affection he just showed me.

The next few days of fights were quite boring to be honest; everyone was too hung over to give a crap about what was happening. The one day we actually all went to the middle of the field and just called each other names before we went back to bed. I continued my nightly lessons with the Medic, which usually resulted in very minimal learning and more of me snuggling into his chest and taking his hands off of mine and putting them around me. He didn't seem to mind and I was quite happy to show off some of my new piano skills while he held me and whispered encouraging things into my ear.

The battle on the 31st was brutal, the BLU's finally seemed to learn the difference between spy and regular guy. I was so close, the briefcase was right in front of me when POW! Bat to the back of the head courtesy of that dumb scout that I hated so much. I sat there and bled for a bit while he babbled and began to say how many times he guessed he would have to hit me until my head was caved in, but I saw a saw come straight through that Scout and he fell to the floor, the Medic – my Medic – smiling triumphantly behind him, "Oh, did zat sting? SAW-ry! Heh."

He then came up next to me and began to patch me up, smiling as I grabbed the briefcase and got back to the bottom part of our base. Once there, Medic gave me an angry look, "I don't want you going anywhere again without me." He smiled as he lowered his head and gave me a nice long passionate kiss and I couldn't help but return it. We sat there for about ten minutes until the announcer said that the fighting was over.

That night was out new year's celebration and the Pyro had all of his stuff set up. The moment the clock struck 11:59, we began to count down.

"60…59…58…57…56…55…54…53…52…51…50…49…48…47…46…45…44…43…42…41…40…39…38…37…36…35…34…33…32…31…30…29…28…27…26…25…24…23…22…21…20…19…18…17…16…15…14…13…12…11…10…9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2… ONE!" I yelled, but I barely had time to finish when I was drawn into a bone crushing kiss from the Medic. "Have to start the year of right, don't I?" I smiled as I leaned in to kiss him again, slightly laughing to myself thinking, Yep, totally like this doctor!

Author's Note:

If you were wondering how the Medic became sarcastic, I was watching House MD while writing this. Cuz House is cool, 'nuff said.