I don't own TF2.

A/N: I got a lot of stories to update and my mind is blank. Oh noes! :(

Chapter 2

One thing Soldier was delighted of was the fact that he couldn't hear or be distracted by the blasts from the Blue soldier. The downside was, he was vulnerable with not being able to hear where the destruction was coming from and was often killed, being forced to respawn in shame. He even became a favorite target for the blue spy when Soldier wasn't paying attention. Rocket jumping; he flew high as wind blew passed his head.

Glancing around, he braced himself for impact on the enemy base's roof. Grunting as he landed with pain searing up his leg. Soldier could only snarl as he blasted at the Blue Heavy as she rounded the corner from where the respawn was located with her minigun loaded and barrel rolling. He only had to hold them off until the Red Scout could get in and out.

But being deaf, he could not hear the team's war cries and shouts. Nor could he hear their weapons if they made noise, like the Heavy's minigun. Turning the corner, he came face to face with a rocket by the enemy Soldier, and that was the last he knew before waking up in respawn along with the Red Scout who looked unusually exhausted for once. Their resent loss before this was causing a lot of exhaustion and everyone couldn't wait until the end of battle for a break.

Scout turned and shouted something that he couldn't hear before running off back to the battle field. Sighing, he rubbed his face in his hands. A red gloved hand grabbed onto his shoulder. Jumping at the sudden contact, Soldier turned to the owner of the hand and spotted Medic.

"You can't keep this up." The Medic signed, pointing to his ear. "They're going to find out with how much you've respawned. Let me teach you sign language. You are not weak for learning."

Grumbling, he threw off the hand and faced the medic with his fist in the air. "Negative! I will not be resorted to that!" Storming to the far end of the corner where his rocket launcher had spawned after him, he yanked it to his shoulder and stomped out of the respawn room in a huff, grumbling to himself.

He didn't need to learn it. He was sure of that. He had gone this long without it and he would continue on not knowing. Running out of the base, he was instantly hit face first with a baseball, causing his helmet to swirl on his head and stop lopsided, reveling his left eye to the world, wide and alert. Gripping his head in pain of the hit, his visible eye landed on the blue Scout that was laughing as he pointed at Jane.

Growling, Soldier pulled out his shotgun and took aim.

Soaring through the sky, he scanned the battlefield. So far, the blue heavy and the blue medic were outside their base, trying to block the base opening. The heavy was a burly woman who was built for her class. She stood right in the line of fire with hungry eyes and a nasty grin on her face as she shot anyone who got too close while the medic, who's long black hair was messy and tangled, stood behind the woman, keeping his head down as he scanned around before suddenly swinging his right arm behind him, killing the red spy.

As Soldier landed on a rusting water tower that sat on the field, he reached up instinctively to rub his jaw, keeping an eye on the blue medic's metal right arm. It felt like it was yesterday that the blue medic had shattered his jaw with that arm. But that had been months ago, back before the red team had a different medic who was killed when respawn broke down. When Wolff died, Soldier was forced to trust the recent medic they had acquired.

Bringing his rocket launcher up, he took aim at the blue medic and fired. The poor man never had a chance as the rocket hit him dead on and he splattered into a million pieces. The heavy, momentarily detracted by her medic's death, turned and called out to him in horror, leaving the red spy, who had respawned, to take her down with a knife in her back.

With both the blue heavy and medic gone, Their scout ran by in a red blur into the building, making no haste in going after their goal, the intelligence. As the spy vanished, aiming to go in afterward in case there were sentries, Soldier rocketed down to the bits and pieces that once were the blue medic and heavy. The sound of his boots landing on the cold concrete echoed but were quickly quieted down by nearby fighting involving a Demoman and a Pyro.

Scanning the remains as he walked around, he found his objective and picked up the metal arm of the deceased medic. Holding it in his hands, he tore the left over cloth and scanned over the metal. It was shiny and almost flawless as he flipped it over and turned it. It wasn't hard to guess who's work this was. An Engineer, but more importantly, the red Engineer. Jane would recognize the handiwork anywhere.

Growling angrily, he gripped the joint of the arm, ignoring the gore and bone still attached to his as he stormed off to finish the fight. Tossing the arm behind him, he held his rocket launder high, hearing the hiss of the arm disappearing as the blue medic began to respawn. The talk with the engineer would have to wait. Turning the corner, he just managed to shoot a rocket at the blue Demoman before he got stabbed in the back and once again respawned in the base.

Ooo

He could never remember scowling this hard before since he found he was deaf. Standing in front of Dell, he could feel his temper rising as the Engineer went on with fixing the toaster that the scout had broken by throwing it out of the window. With his hands behind his back, he clinched his fist and held his wrist with his other hand.

What proof did he have that he could throw at his lover? The only proof he had respawned with the blue medic so there wasn't anything he could really present to accuse the engineer of. So he settled with standing there in the room, not saying a word as Dell went on with his work, not realizing that Soldier stood just a few feet away.

Or at least, not until the mechanic turned to get off his chair and looked up, jumping when he spotted Jane standing there silently. Jane had long tossed his uniform jacket in his room carelessly, choosing to remain in a white t-shirt, his dark brown pants, boots and helmet.

From under his helmet, he watched Dell as the man sighed and laugh in relief at the sudden start.

"You scared me there, Soldier." Dell exclaimed slowly with another laugh as he set the toaster down on his work bench and stood, removing his own helmet to rub his bald head. After a while of trying to get his heart rate lowered, the Texan frowned, noting Soldier's sour expression.

"What's wrong, Jane?" The smaller man asked, walking up to the Soldier and resting his gloved hand on the Soldier's shoulder. For once, Jane had no answer to his lover. He felt too disgusted at the thought of Dell going traitor that he couldn't speak a word without them sounding bitter and leaving a metallic taste in his mouth. Instead, he resorted to grunting before shrugging the concerned hand away, to leave the room. Not seeing the hurt and confused expression on Dell's face.

Teeth bared, Soldier stomped through the hallway, mentally cursing himself as he passed by the kitchen, Scout passing him to go in the room. Roaring out loud and ignoring Scout jumping at the loud noise Jane had uttered, Soldier changed direction and went into the kitchen, shoving the boy out of the way who, if Soldier guessed right, gave a squawk at being thrown into the counter.

The fridge was just as nasty as he remembered. The last one to have cleaned it was Wolff but since his death, no one felt up to cleaning it. The loss of their previous medic was a hard hit on the team and getting the new medic was like salting a wound. It took the red Heavy forever just to even say hello to the German.

He was almost to the fridge when his shoulder was grabbed and he was spun weakly to face the Scout he had shoved, struggling to read the boy's lips as he yelled. "Are you deaf or somethin?! I asked what yer problem was!"

Jane felt his heart stop. He swear he did. Just as he felt blood drain from his face. But he refused to show it. He grabbed the front of the boy's shirt and lifted Scout off his feet (Which was hard to do with how tall the boy was).

Scout, at this point, was struggling to get free, hiding his panic under his false bravado as he shouted at Soldier, who didn't bother to read his lips. Jane had no words for the anger he was holding. So he said nothing. Instead, he screamed in the younger man's face. He yelled and hollered for what it was worth. But that didn't matter.

It was another cruel reminder that he couldn't even hear his own voice.