I don't own TF2.

A/N: I'm practicing with vocab. Yey! BTW, for any foreign speakers out there, please correct me if any of the words are wrong. I'm not using goolge translate, so I hope I don't screw them up. And the medic's hair is a hat called "The Brutal Boffant" So that's basically how he looks.

Chapter 2

His memory wasn't the best after that. When Misha left, Klus had ordered a few more drinks, despite not finishing the bottle he already had; memory foggy before fading out all together. He had completely blacked out; which he knew was a very dangerous thing to happen but it was what it was and he couldn't change it. All he knew was that he somehow made it back to his infirmary and on his bed since that's where he woke up at. During the night, he dreamed. Well, it was more of a memory. It was during his first week at the fort. He was extremely timid back then. But as he thought about his night with the Heavy, he couldn't help but feel a since of familiarly. As he slept, the memory came to him like a blur at first but got clearer as he watched himself head out into that battle.

"The man think he's a freakin' rock star." Klus had heard the Scout groused when he and the boy parted ways when they introduced each other. Or rather, it was more along the lines of the boy bragging about himself while Klus just stared at him disgruntled. Not seeming to care, the boy continued to blabber on while waving his hands in any direction without looking aware he was doing so. The medic's eyes kept glancing from the Scouts moving hands to his lips which kept on rambling and blubbering about who knows what. Klus stopped listening after hearing the boy's title. It wasn't long before his patience with the younger man wore thin. "You talk with your hands a lot, don't you?" he remarked. The question was too quick for him to catch; and he wasn't really inclined to try to stop it. What else was he supposed to say? 'Hi, I am so happy to meet you and your big mouth." No, he didn't think so. The look Scout gave made it clear that he was offended. The rude noise he made as he waved those hands at him as if to wave away an insect. "Whatever man. You're a bastard anyway." As the boy turned and headed into the blue base, Klus quirked an eyebrow; a side smirk began to creep on his lips. "Oh, is that all? And here I thought I was just a lovely little schmetterling." he bit sarcastically, bending down and grabbing his suitcase; going to the base he spotted the boy go in.

"Quiet down, Scout. Just because he has long hair doesn't give you the right to make fun of him." He heard the Engineer say to the scout as Klus passed through the hallway; passed a door that was slightly ajar. The younger man crossed his arms, annoyed. "Even so. It's just so weird. It's no wonder Soldier came in talkin' about him like he was a chick. He totally looks like one from behind." Klus paused and looked down at himself curiously. He had the same build as the Medic on the red team, he was sure. He just had long black hair. Shrugging, he continued on, blocking out on the rest of the conversation in the room he passed.

The next day, they were preparing for battle. Watching the others move around antsy to be out o the safety of the base from his corner behind Vlad, he couldn't stop himself from fidgeting and playing with his coat sleeve. The whole thing was intimidating and the cold looks from the Russian wasn't helping him any. Vlad just stared at him as Klus shifted on the spot before practically slamming his mini gun to the ground and stormed over to him, fists clinching tightly.

"Stop shaking!" The giant man demanded, pointing at Klus' face, making him jump at the sudden movement. "You, stop shaking no! I will not fight with a Блядь! Get hold on self! Or I make you." Vlad finished by pounding a fist in his hand threateningly, demonstrating his strength. Klus just gulped and nodded meekly. This was one reason he hated people. Always wanting to hurt others. Vlad went back to his mini gun, not looking back to him or their team mates who were watching them with mild interest. "Good." The Heavy said with a satisfied purr. "Stay with me and do not say a thing. If you do, I really will make you a Блядь."

The medic licked his lips worriedly. "What exactly does that mean?" He couldn't help but question. Vlad just turned to him with a stoic look before turning away, chuckling to himself like it was an inside joke. "Stay by me and you'll never have to find out." and that was the end of the conversation as the others turned back to preparing for the fight. 'For some reason,' Klus thought sarcastically. 'That doesn't make me feel safe.'

"Mission begins in ten seconds."

The Announcers voice grated Klus' already frazzled nerves. Taking a deep breath, he pulled out a pair of pyrovision goggles that Miss. Pauling had given him. At first, he wasn't sure why at the time but when he put them on for the first time out of curiosity, he found the colorful images extremely relaxing. It amazed him on how they worked. Flowers became lillipops, medkits became cake and cupcakes, the world was full of color, and when people died, they died laughing and in a burst of balloons, gears and confetti. That last bit he found out shortly after putting them on for battle when the Sniper nearby got blasted with a rocket that had been shot in the base the second the gate opened. With a gasp, he jumped back and away from the explosion in which he knew was really blood and gore rather than the charming balloons and confetti he was seeing.

"Doctor!" He heard Vlad call out. The call snapped him out of his momentary horror as he quickly grabbed his medigun, running out of the base, ducking behind Soldier and Demoman as he went by. He ignored the smirk that Soldier threw at him and the smack his riding crop made on the medic's ass. Instead, he focused on finding those who needed healing as he went by, avoiding any death, carnage, and bullets. He wasn't quick enough as an arrow from the red Sniper lodged itself in his shoulder. Crying out,he fell forward and face first into the cart that his team was trying to push while avoiding getting harmed themselves. Hissing, he sat on his knees, medigun on the ground beside him, as he tenderly poked around his nose which was now bleeding. The pain nearly blinded his vision as he felt it. Deciding it wasn't broken, he adjusted his glasses, grabbed the medigun, and stood up, running off to the cliff nearby, looking down at his and the enemy team. Squinting, he could barley make out his team with the sun shining on his face. From what he saw and heard, judging by the screams down there, they were losing as the red cart came into view.

"Medic!" Jumping, he turned and saw the blue Demoman standing there, holding his broken arm to him. On closer inspection, Klus saw his bone poking out from his elbow. "Hey, give us a hand!" Without hesitating, he raised the medigun, aiming at the Scotsman and turning it on, watching the blue beam flow to the man, healing him as the bone pushed itself back in place as the beam did it's job. "Medic!" Turing halfway around, he saw the blue pyro standing on a high rock behind him. The Pyro pointed frantically at the blue Demoman. "Hammm arph ooh ooing?! Ies eh shpy!" Next thing Klus knew, he was shoved to the ground, medigun flew out of his hands. As he landed, he gasped as the air left his lungs and soon found his face shoved into the dessert dirt by a polished shoe which was connected to the red Spy. The Frenchman laughed and took out a black revolver; aiming at Klus' forehead.

"I deeply appriciate the aid, Medic. But now, I am afraid you must die. Try not to get blood on my suit will you?" Klus clenched his eyes closed as he tensed up, hearing the spy's cruel laughter and the cocking of the revolver. This was not how he was hoping to test respawn. With a hiss of air and the sound of the Spy screaming out, his eyes flew opened to see the spy on fire, crying out for help. The foot was soon removed from his face as the Frenchman ran away and died, dropping his revolver where he fell. Sitting up, Klus blinked. Hearing the cheering from the blue Pyro, he turned to see the man holding a flare gun in his hands, crying out in victory. Klus sighed in relief at the sight of his team mate.

"Danke, Camarade!" He called out, gaining a thumbs up from the pyro in response before he placed the flare gun away and running off with the flamethrower. Pushing himself to his feet, he went and grabbed his medigun; ignoring the burning from where the arrow went into his shoulder. Inspecting it, he gave a noise of disapproval but did nothing more as the ground shook from the massive explosion the red bomb made as it reached their base. Gaining his balance, Announcer spoke with her voice echoing throughout the blue base; which he could hear from where he was.

"You failed."

"Screaming Eagles!" Looking up, he moved just in time to avoid being crushed by the red Soldier's boots. But that movement was enough for him to go falling off the cliff backwards, his medigun once again fell from his hands as he fell, a frightened cry escaped his mouth as he fell; hands reaching out to hopefully grab onto something other than air. He could hear the red team celebrating from under where he was falling and soon enough, he landed in the arms of the red Heavy who was in the middle of cheering. The Heavy stopped in his laughing and joking to look at the small thing he had just caught in his arms and couldn't help but stare at the blue Medic who seemed to be trembling as he clutched Heavy's shirt with a light blue glove. He looked up and saw the large cliff the poor man must have fallen off of. Looking back at the enemy medic in his arms, he couldn't help but stare astonished. The man seemed so small yet the red heavy knew that he was no bigger than the red medic. The blue medic slowly stopped his trembling to look around, trying to figure out he was still alive before looking up at his rescuer only to freeze again before he was back to trembling and giving little whimpers that only could be heard if you were trying to hear them. Even though the goggles kept Misha from seeing the medic's eyes, he knew that they were wide and were shifting around, looking for an escape.

There was a cackle beside him and a hand patted his arms. "Look at that," The red sniper said, looking at the blue medic with a wolfish look, teeth gleaming. "Looks like you got yourself a present. Want to unwrap it and try 'em out?" At Sniper's remark, The medic thrashed ferociously in the heavy's grip and the large Russian decided the best step was to just let the man go. Gently setting the man down, the medic instantly bolted with his arms covering his face and his hands on his head; a feeble attempt at protecting himself but none of the team shot at him, letting his disappear around the corner and out of sight. When the blue was gone, the entire team, minus Misha and the Soldier, who was sitting on the cliff the medic fell from while playing his trumpet. Demoman held his stomach as he was bent over a crate, laughing in his hands. "Ya' see the look on 'is face?! I thou' he was going ta' have a heart attack!" The man howled and clapped the crate.

Engineer was standing beside him, giving his own laugh that was more like a small hiccup as he wiped his brow. Scout was the first to stop laughing as he turned to the Heavy, who was staring at where the blue had ran. "You ok, tons of fun?" asked Scout, flipping his bat so it rested on his shoulder. Misha grunted and finally looked back to his team before smiling and rubbing his head. "Da. I am just a bit tired." The red medic clicked his tongue. "Then you should get some rest tonight." The red medic proceeded to pick up his equipment that got scattered around during the battle. Misha nodded. "I will do that." He agreed as everyone trekked back to their base tiredly but satisfied that they won once again. As he followed behind, the red heavy wondered when the blue had gotten a new medic since the other one retired. And was this one able to keep up with everything? For some reason, he was worried about the blue medic. Shaking his head to rid himself the thoughts, he jogged to catch up with the group.

Vlad was not happy. Klus could tell even before he arrived to the base. It had taken him a while since he had gotten lost on his way but he obviously figured it out. Reaching the door, he sighed and placed his palms on it before resting his head against its cool surface. It was very hot today; something he wasn't used to just yet. After a second, he pushed away from the door and went in, noting how empty the room was. Shrugging, he took the goggles off and blinked, attempting to get his normal vision back, which he did after a minute. Letting them sit on his head, Klus rubbed his shoulder, having healed from the arrow wound thanks to the medkit he found on his way back. Groaning, he rubbed his neck as he made his way to the infirmary door. But before he could go in, a voice stopped him just as he grabbed the handle. "We lost." Looking to where the voice came from, he spotted Vlad five feet away, leaning against the wall; arms crossed, a scowl on his face. "I went to respawn many times. Where were you?"

Klus sighed, not really wanting to mess with that mammoth of a man. "It wasn't my fault. I could not find you." My voice shook, but only slightly. My fear wasn't very clear. He pushed off from the wall and slowly stomped to me. Releasing the door nob, o backed up, eyes watching Vlad as I did so until my back hit the wall and he had me pinned, large hands on either side of my head, cold, angry eyes watching my fearful ones. He continued to scowl as he pushed away, shaking his head. "I was wrong. You are not only a Блядь but you are also Дурак" With that said, he turned and left the hallway through a room further down. He stayed there against the wall, releasing the air he apparently had been holding. Without another word, he bolted in his room, frantically locking it behind him

Groaning, Klus rubbed his head, rolling onto his back to get away from the light that was not only blinding him, but was making his head ache worse. Covering his eyes with his hand, he groaned, relaxing slightly. There was a soft chuckle. It was the blue Engineer. "Where am I?" Klus asked wanly. The Engineer snickered as he set a glass of cold water on the night stand which Klus grabbed instantly and gulped the water down before placing the empty glass back down where it was. "Ya' know." Engineer began quietly as he sat down on the bed beside Klus, watching the medic. "Rumor has it that out residential medic went out and got himself too drunk to drive home. And that a certain Engineer just so happened to get a call from a Miss Kathleen that a certain medic needed a ride home."

Klus groaned, grabbing his pillow, he his his face in it. "Go away." He whimpered, voice muffled by the pillow. Engineer gave another quiet chuckle. "Scout wanted to draw on ya'. I was tempted to let him from the mess I saw you in. Seriously, why'd you order ten rounds of fries? I didn't know you liked them."

"Küss mein Arsch!" If it weren't for his headache, he would have removed the cushion to yell at the Engineer who just flicked his fingers on the medic's head, making him groan from the pain. "Watch yer' language. I don't have five degrees for show, you realize. I had to take German to get one." The pillow was removed from Klus' face. Blinking he asked "You know German?" Engineer rubbed the back of his neck. "Well...Sort of. Es gibt viele Wörter, die ich nicht verstehe." The medic blinked again in amazement. "Undertsandable. Not many can get a hang on learning the language of another. That was very good. Your accent was off though."

"Kinda' hard when you're born and raised in the south, doncha' think?"

Klus hummed. "I suppose that's true." he placed the pillow back on his face. "Anyhow, just go away, bitte. I want to be alone." The Engineer got up with a sigh. "Fine, mope in here with yur' hang over all ya' want. Just don't forget your date."

Klus sat up quickly, pillow flying to his lap. Eyes wide, he zeroed in on the mechanic. "'Date'? What date?" He questioned, confusion written all over his face. Engineer grinned and pulled a note from Klus' coat pocket which lay on his chair and handing it to him. Klus opened it and stared at the paper, paralyzed. "I'll leave ya' now, Doc. I got to fix the stove. Pyro broke it again. I swear, I don't know how he does it. We just got it last week and already I had to fix it three times already."

Klus didn't hear him. He didn't even hear the door clam closed. All he could do was focus on the paper staring at him in the face.

Tomorrow, 7pm. Do not forget.

ps. I remember, do you?

~Misha

The handwriting was very neat and clear. As he reread the words over and over, he tried to remember about last night. Suddenly, it clicked. Misha! Vlad's kinder look-a-like! He remembered now. Oh, he was really glad that Engineer didn't know that whoever wrote this was actually the Red Heavy. He could only imagine the problems that would have arrisin should this have gotten out in the open. He reread it again for the third time. Remember? What was he supposed to remember? Last night? Oh well. He was meeting the guy again so he might as well ask him when he met up with him. But what was he going to do until seven?

Translations: (again, correct me if these are wrong)

(Russian)

Блядь – Slut/Whore

Дурак – Stupid

Da – How to pronouse "Yes"

(German)

Ja – How to pronounce "Yes"

Nein – How to say "No"

Küss mein Arsch! - Kiss my ass!

Es gibt viele Wörter, die ich nicht verstehe - There are many words that I don't understand

A/N: I was going to add more but it's two in the morning and I'm tired. Plus, I don't know when I'll be able to update soon because I have to mow and a party to go to. XD I hope you like this. Two German words I forgot to translate from the last chapter but if you're a bit medic fan r whatever, you should know them by now anyway.