I don't own TF2. I own Klus though. :3

Chapter 3

He was standing outside the bar, clutching his coat collar close to his neck. Despite it being the desert region, it got extremely cold at night. As a gust of wind blew by, making the tail of his coat swish as the cold breeze made him shiver. Looking up at the sky he groaned as the veins in his head throbbed. Looking at his watch, he took a quick look before grabbing his jacket again in hopes of keeping what little warmth he had left as he stood outside. He didn't even know why he was outside since the Red Heavy was inside waiting for him; no doubt, glancing at the wall clock, waiting for Klus who was about ten minutes late. Snorting, he turned and went inside, finally grabbing every nerve he had. He'd be the only one of his team there and no one could save him should this turn messy. He walked up to the bar and sat beside Misha, who jumped a little at realizing Klus was there before giving a relieved smile. Klus didn't want to meet his eyes. Meeting eyes only encouraged oncoming greetings and conversations and led people believe you were interested in what they had to say. Even though the heavy had yet to say a word, he refused to look into those eyes. The frightening blue eyes that he and Vlad both shared save for the warmth in Misha's and the cold in Vlad's.

"Was afraid that you were not going to show. I looked for you." The first words spoken were from Misha. 'Heavy!' Klus scolded himself mentally. 'The red heavy. Not Misha.' He shrugged, taking his coat off; feeling a little warmer than he had been before. Draping it on the back of the chair beside the giant, he sat down with a huff. "It's not like I had anything better to do." he grumbled mostly to himself. "The entire team had gotten into a conga rally which I rather not be in." Crossing his arms, he leaned back in his seat while Misha just gave a belly of a laugh.

"Da, my team is the same except I would sometimes join in." The waiter then came over and took their order before jogging away to another. "You know, I did some research on your name. It's normally spelled with an 'a' in there, da?" Klus snorted unamused before nodding meekly. "Ja. But my mother was very up on the drugs they gave her when she birthed me and insisted on how my name was spelled and pronounced." As their drinks were placed in front of then along with a large plate of fries Misha ordered, Klus gripped his glass tightly. "I had every chance to change it but I've had it for so long, I don't mind that it's misspelled." lifting the glass to his lips, he took a hesitant sip; humming at the familiar burn it made down his throat. Beside him, the giant gave a noise of agreement before taking a drink himself without a hesitation. As the heavy picked at his fries, he said "You know, you can have some too." Klus didn't answer. Instead he just went ahead and took a few, popping them in his mouth and chewed vigorously as if he hadn't eaten all day; which wasn't far from the truth. A single granola bar is not much for a meal of any kind. "Danka," he thanked, lips tight against each other, making it hard to chew. Misha just nodded and ate some himself.

"Am really glad you came though. Needed someone to talk to." The heavy sighed, releasing air through his nose as it flared. Klus raised an eyebrow. "You make it sound like you can't speak to your team mates." the heavy responded with a shrug. "They are afraid of me. Say I am too big. Most of the time, I just stay with our medic. He doesn't mind but he has a speech problem. Stutters when he talks and team picks on him. With me there, they leave him alone." Klus remained quiet as he chewed his fries. "No one really speaks to you either...Interesting." the heavy just stared at him, blinking confused. Looking to the large man beside him, he hesitatingly asks "Misha," the first time the heavy's name came from his mouth. It was a strange feeling. "I-uh." he looked down at the plate before glancing back up. "What does 'Блядь' mean?" the heavy frowned.

"Is an insult. Means 'slut' or 'whore'. Where did you hear it?" he explained, looking at the blue medic with such an intencidy as if he couldn't believe the medic knew that word. The sight in those normally warm eyes caused Klus to shiver. "Vlad, our heavy, called me it. When I asked him what it meant, he just said 'Stay by me and you'll never have to find out.'" the imitation was poor but that didn't matter at this point. There was fury in those eyes and Misha's face went hard. "So in other words, your heavy threatened to rape you..." Klus shifted nervously, looking away from the heavy. "Well, I wouldn't go that far. I mean-"

"Did he do it though?" Misha inturuped, not making any movement except for leaning towards him. The medic looked him in the eyes, wide eyes. "Nein! No he didn't. But he did corner me in the hallway and called me ' Дурак' whatever that means."

"Means 'stupid' another insult." The large man supplied as he leaned back,closing his eyes to breathe heavily through his nose as it flared. Finally opening the blue eyes, now filled with concern and fury, he gently grapped the blue medic's arm. "Stay away from him. If he is anything like the people I know back in Russia, he won't let this just sit. He will do something."

"Ach! I can't do that! Not only do I live with him, but he's my meat sheild! Without him, I'd die quickly! I would like to leave spawn withough dying because your team is spawn camping!" Klus never even realized he was yelling and clinching his fists until the heavy took his fists gently in his huge hands, warmth in those blue irises which relazed the medic when he stared in them. "Then, when you can, leave him and find me, I will protect you."

"Klus sighed and snaked his hands out of Misha's. "You know I can't do that." He looked to the plate of fries that was getting cold. "I am with this team until the end. Unless Vlad quits, then I am also stuck with him." Sighing, he stood up, graabbing his coat, ignoring the alarmed look that Misha was sending him."This was a mistake. I never should have come here. Goodbye."

"No, wait." Misha begged, grabbing ahold of Klus' shoulder. "Please, I am sorry. Don't leave yet." To this day, whether it was the look on Misha's face or the lack of social interaction by other people, Klus didn't know. Either way, he did end up sitting back down and eating his frie, enjoying his drink, and having a blast with the enemy. For the first time since he came to the war, he was happy and having a good time with another human being.

Ooo

"Hey, doc! Whatcha' doin'?!" Scout yelled at he poked at the medic that was nursing a headache as he did paperwork that he ignored two nights ago. Angrily, he slapped the offending hand away and continued on, massaging his head as he did so. Scout waved his hand to rid himself of the sharp sting the medic gave him, glaring at the medic all the while. "Jeeze, what's with this asshole?" he grumbled. Engineer, who had been bringing supplies for Klus from the tdelivery truck that arrived, frowned at the young man. "Leave him alone, boy. He's got a hangover. Come over here and help me get all these put away for him." Scout snorted. "Why should I? And why has he been drinking in the first place? He's our doctor, not the demoman." With that, he glared at Klus who ignored him.

Engineer grumbled and took off his goggles to rub his eyes exasperated. "He was with someone last night, Scout. And it was after shift. Just drop it." Klus turned in his seat, glaring at the mechanic as he slapped his pencil down on the table. "I don't appriciate you telling people about what I did, Dell!" The Engineer scrached his head, face going a little red in shame. Scout looked between them with wide eyes and stopped to the mechanic. "You mean the doc had a date?!" He hollered. "Who the fuck would date an asshole like him anyway?!"

"I don't know, Her Scout. Maybe the kind that would date you." The medic bit back, glaring at the scout. The boy huffed, face going red and nose flaring very much the way Misha's did last night. Mentally scolding himself on thoughts of the man, he went back to listening to the scout in the room. "Fine, be that way! I don't need this!" and with that, the scout stormed away, slamming the door as he left. The noise made Klus groan in pain as his head pounded harshly from the sound and the Engineer sighed and opened the box. "Damn that boy. He's going to get himself in trouble one of these days." he mumbled. "Ja," the medic agreed, grabbing the pen. "Like father like son."

"I'm afraid I don't understand, doc."

"I did a study on the red spy's and the blue scout's DNA. They're father and son."

"I'm afraid to ask how you got those DNA samples."

Klus chuckled. "The red spy's when Vlad killed him recently and since I am your medic, I have blood samples from everyone on the team."

Engineer turned back to the box, adjusting where he sat. "I don't know how I feel about that."

Klus hummed with a smile. "Don't worry. It's for medical purposes only. If anything changes in your body or blood, I need references to fall back on should trouble arises."

The mechanic grumbled. "That doesn't make me feel any better."

Klus just chuckled again and went back to his writing. All the while, Engineer was going around, placing medicine and other medical supplies in their rightful places when he stopped at a nearby shelf, with a bottle in his hand that he was staring at with a red face. Klus, noticing the quiet, turned to where the Engineer stood with his back to the medic. "Is there something wrong, Dell?"

The mechnic jumped, startled as he slowly turned, holding the bottle up, face even more red than before. "Is there a reason you have a bottle of lube, doc?" Klus almost fell to the floor laughing at that moment. Biting his lip to hold his amusement it, he stated simply, "Think about it for a minute. Most of the people here are men around their late thirties and I am a doctor. What do you think I'd need that for?"

"Ah...I ah...Forgot about that."

"Ja," Agreed Klus as he looked over the Engineer. "By the way, Dell. When WAS your last prostate exame exactly?"

The Engineer quickly placed the bottle away, shuffling around the room, putting the rest of the boxes contents away nervously. "Quite recently, thank you very much!" he cried, finally finishing up and resting the now empty box on his shoulder. "Now, if y'all need me, I'm going to be away...far away, doing...something..." Klus snorted and waved him away. "I am only teasing you. I know you had your physical recently. You don't need to worry."

Dell just grumbled as he left the room, face red, as he avoided eye contact with anyone who passed by him.

Ooo

The air was hot as he raced across the battlefield, healing Vlad as he ran, avoiding the rockets the red soldier shot at him and the bullets of the red scout. Sweat glistened across his brow and neck. "Move!" Vlad hollered as they ran. Nearly tripping over a rock and with his leg mussles aching and pain flared up his back from an earler shot from the red sniper, he pressed on, knowing that Vlad would no doubt strangle him if he ever got sepperated from the large man. He wanted to stop and take a breather since he had been running four hours non stop with no rest or water. They made it into the base and turned a corner when there was a beep and shots from a sentury. Vlad didn't stand a chance against the well hidden sentury as he blew to peieces from the explosions the machine sent out to them. The intencity of the blast radiece sent Klus flying into a wall and behind some crates as pain shot up through his left side and blood dripped from his hairline. Crying as he flew through the air, he grunted and gasped as he made hard contact face first with the floor, breaking his leg. With the combination of the heat, dehidration, bullets, rockets, and being sent through the air violently, he found himself blacking out in the chaotic room, hearing the beep of the sentury and the painful death cry of the blue scout.

Blinking, the first thing he noticed was the pain going through his body and the smell of burnt flesh and rubber wafted to his nose. With the side of his face against the floor, he sighed at its coolness, sparing only a weak look at this arm that was laying beside him, severed from his body and blood flowing frrly from it and the shoulder it once resided on. Had he died shortly after loosing it, he would have respawned with it back on his since the sounds of battle were long gone and replaced by crickets, he never again would have that arm. Not like it would matter. He was bleeding out and would soon die. With night already apon them and respawn shut off for the night, he would finally die for good. Closing his eyes, he accepted the thought of death and forced himself to ignore the pain he was going through,

Casually slowing his breathing, he opened his eyes to stare at the blurry images, his glasses had long flown elsewhere, probably in peices. That's when he heard the pounding of heavy footsteps. Klus knew that, without a doubt, that the only two on either team with a walk that heavy were either the soldier or the heavy. Klus prayed for it to be the soldier. The insane man at least had enough decentcy to end his life quickly. But being behind crates, he would not be seen and there was no way Klus could crawl out of there. So he resorted to crying and whimpering, hopng that the agony would be ended. The footsteps pause to listen to his soft, weak cries before they hurried to the crates and pushed them aside.

Be it either relief or distress, Klus cried harder. It wasn't the red soldier. It was Misha, the red heavy who had found him. Who was now staring at him in shock horror at what he had found. "Klus!" Misha cried as he sprang forward, grabbing and cradling the blue medic close to him, not noticing the amount of pain the movement and contact caused him. "Klus! What happend to you?!" But the medic didn't answer. Instead he just cried harded as darkness began clouding his eyes once again. "Niet! Don't go to sleep! Please Klus! Stay away! You'll be alright!" But Klus couldn't keep his eyes open. He just wanted sleep. He just wanted it to end. And with that, he closed his eyes.

A/N: The story isn't done yet. Sorry for taking so long. For the longest time, the very top part already had been written but the rest hadn't. I can't update for a while after this because plans would get in the way but here's this for you until I get another chapter posted.