I don't own TF2

Chapter 5

"What in sam hill happened to your arm?!" Dell cried the second Klus removed the gaze. Klus smirked as he flexed his arm a little yet leaving it in the sling. "In the last battle, I lost my arm. The red engineer found me. And well...'fixed' me, you could say." He lied and watched as the blue engineer rub his gloved hand subconsciously as if soothing an old wound. It seemed so far that the only difference between the two counterparts was that the Blue Dell had hair and the red one didn't. "Well, that was...awfully nice of him..." Muttered Dell as he looked to the ground, hiding his eyes behind his goggles. "Well, it was his sentry that did this to me." A meow broke out and a soft body rubbed against his leg. Looking down, he smiled when he saw Mask.

"You're alright." He cooed, bending down and petting her, letting her sniff and rub her face on him. Petting her head to her back, his fingers slipped under her collar, allowing a folded piece of paper that had been tucked in the leather to slip onto the floor by his feet. "What's this?" He questioned, picking up the paper and unfolding it. Dell, spotting the movement, stood next to the man, resting his weight on his arm that he placed on the medic's good shoulder. "What'cha got there, Medic?" humming, Klus scanned the words on the paper, going pale at what he read as the paper fluttered back to the floor as his hand shook. "Doc?"

Shaking Klus lightly, Dell realized he wasn't going to get an answer from the shocked man. So he bent down to retrieve the paper and took a glance at the words. There on the paper were three simple words, scribbled in bold black ink.

YOU. ARE. MINE.

No name was placed on the paper and the handwriting was unknown. Frowning, he crumbed the letter in his hand before turning and heaving the shocked man from his position and setting him in a nearby chair while Mask followed, meowing in confusion at the sudden behavior change in her human. She rubbed against the medic's legs, hoping to get pet some more but he just seemed to ignore her now. Meowing again, she pawed at his leg. "Not now, kitty." The mechanic cooed softly, shooing the cat away. "Doc's not feeling good right now." Watching the cat jog away to her scratching post that she could sit on, he faced the medic again, grabbing his shoulders, shaking harshly.

"Doc, snap out of it!" He growled, shaking the man again. This seemed to jolt him awake as he glanced around the room with wild eyes. "Someone was in my room." He stated quietly. His voice sounded so distant from him. "I didn't mind at first since Mask was being cared for but now that this came up." He paused to take a breath. "Someone was in my room." He repeated horrified. Dell sniffed and shook him again but lighter, getting Klus' attention again. "Was this the first time something like this happened?" He asked, watching the slow hesitant nod that answered him. "Alright. We just got to keep our eyes out. Maybe it was just a prank. You know how Scout can be if he's out for revenge. Did you do anything to him? Maybe he was just trying to upset you."

"Nein!" Klus cried, grabbing Dell's arms. "I did nothing to the Scout and he wouldn't go this far. But you are right. Maybe it was just a prank." He began to settle down, gripping to the arms of the mechanic for dear life. "Maybe it means nothing. No reason to be frightened."

One Klus released his arms, Dell shook them to get the blood flowing back in them. Rubbing his hand, he gave a hard stare at the other man. "Well, prank or not. This is nothing to shake off. You tell me if something like this happens again. I'll go ahead and get to work on that camera. Shouldn't take me that long. I'll have it installed in your room tomorrow and I'll give you a remote similar to Spy's watch so you can turn it on and off." Shoving his hands in his overall pockets, he sighed. "Best not alert anyone about this. Not until we know the facts. I'll also get to work on a new lock for your door. You know. Just in case." Klus just nodded stiffly. Satisfied, the engineer turned and started for the door. But before he could grab the door nob, Klus was right by him, gripping his wrist again.

"Could...Could I stay in your room tonight? I just..." He paused, releasing the wrist as the engineer watched him cautiously. "I just feel so violated right now. I've had people do this before...sort of. Breaking into my home." Dell's face softened and he clapped the Medic on his shoulder. "Sure, Doc. I'll get the cot ready for you tonight. Now go and try to relax. You're a nervous wreak right now. And watch out for Vlad. He's been on a rampage since you vanished days ago."

With that said, the smaller man was out the door, leaving Klus in his room with Mask purring and rubbing his legs again. Scooping her up into his arm, she continued to purr as he held her close. "I don't like this, Mask." He whispered into her fur. Mask, of course, didn't respond. He rubbed her face, having her lean her head to the side to get more. "I don't suppose you could tell me who was caring for you these past days?" He smirked as she meowed contently and let he back down to the floor as she wiggled, wanting down. Watching he saunter off under the bed, he sighed. "What am I supposed to do?" A rumble from his stomach was his answer. Giving in to hunger, he left the safety of his room and went to the kitchen to where the Pyro sat at the table, playing with the googly eyes he usually wore on his mask and the hood flopped on his masked head as he shook the plastic eyes, giggling as they moved. Smiling at the childish behavior, Klus went to the cabinets and searched through them.

"Hemmmmhro Medic." The only thing Klus could make out from Pyro's greeting was his title and he smiled at the flame lover. "Good afternoon, Pyro. Do you know if there is any food left over that I can eat?"

Pyro set one of the plastic google eyes on the table and tapped the tip of his gas mask in thought and fiddled with the other in his opposite hand. Making an exclamation, he dropped the other eye on the table and hopped over to the fridge and pulled out a box of cereal. Tipping his head, Klus took the box hesitantly, staring at it then the Pyro. "Is there a reason this is in the fridge?" he asked. Pyro closed the door, shrugging. "Uhh dummoph." was the answer Pyro gave as he giggled and hopped back to the table and went back to playing with the plastic eyes, giving off more giggles.

Deciding not to question the moment, the medic just grabbed a bowl, spoon, and milk; mixing it together, not noticing Vlad come in while his back was turned. The heavy spotted the medic and looked to the Pyro with a heated glance. Pyro, feeling the eyes of the heavy on him, just stared at Vlad in a mocking manner. It was only when Vlad slapped his fist in his hand, did the Pyro quickly grab his googly eyes and jog out of the room with fright. Klus had just finished prepping his cereal when two large arms slapped on the counter on each side of him, trapping him in place.

Gulping, Klus froze, knowing exactly who it was. "I could not find you after the battle." Vlad's deep voice was menacing as it rumbled in his ears. The fingers on each of the heavy's hands flexed against the counter tops. With each pound of his heart, he could hear the heavy beats it made and his breath quickened. "Bitte..." He begged softly, dreading to move. "Don't do this..."

"Don't do what?" Klus wasn't sure if Vlad was mocking him or if he was being sincere. "We are just talking. There is nothing wrong with that." Ah, so he was playing this game. A game that Klus had become very aware of since his time here. "Bitte..." He begged again, gripping the spoon tightly in his hand. "I don't want to talk. I want to eat. Bitte...please leave..."

The hands were on his wrists instantly and he found himself turned so fast that the spoon went flying out of his hands and onto the floor. Now, he was forced up against the counter as Vlad shoved his body against Klus'. Those large hands of the heavy's hurt as they held onto him tightly, pinning him. The metal arm hung limply in Vlad's grip as he grasped it. Vlad's breath was rank with alcohol and ham as it blew on the medic's face. "We are having this talk, little medic." Vlad spoke dangerously quiet as he squeezed his arms tighter, causing Klus to gasp as he felt the pain from his arm as the ointment began to wear off. "I remember telling you to stick close to me a month ago. You did not. I remember telling you what I would do to you if you did not. Should I remind you? Give you another chance?"

Whimpering, Klus tried to wiggle out of the heavy's hold. "Bitte. The note was enough. Please, no more." He whimpered again. At this, Vlad gave a harsh, confused look. "What note? I did not write a note." With this said, Klus was spun around again and his back was forced against Vlad's front. With his arms squished to his front, Klus was unable to move as Vlad sniffed his hair in ecstasy and shifted both of the medic's arms into one of his huge hands to use his free one to grab the medic's crotch. Crying out in surprise, Klus whimpered at the contact. "Listen and listen well." Vlad rumbled. "I will give you another chance. Do what I say, and you will be fine. Disobey," Vlad squeezed his crotch painfully, causing the medic to break out in tears. "And I keep my promise. Understand?" Klus nodded quickly and the heavy let him go. Falling to the floor, he cried out in pain as his metal arm hit the floor with a clatter. "You have such a sweet cat." the heavy continued with a dark grin. "Let's hope nothing happens to her."

Crying, the medic held his arms close to himself, leaning against the counters, glaring hatefully at the heavy. "You stay away from her!" he hissed, biting his tongue harshly enough to have blood leak freely. At the biteing comment, the heavy laughed. "like you can stop me." Vlad stated and leaned forward to hover over the medic on the floor. "What are you going to do about it?" But Klus said nothing. He just stared at the heavy angrily, knowing that there really was nothing he could do about Vlad. The chances of him stopping the giant from harming his cat was little to none.

"What's going on in here, maggots?!" A shout from Soldier as the man came in the room with his grenade launcher strapped firmly to his back. The American stared at the two from his helmet with a heated gaze. "I did not say you could eat, you tub of lard! And you, cupcake!" He pointed at Klus who bit back tears of relief at the sight of the crazed man. "Weren't you supposed to be elsewhere?! I don't recall telling you that you could linger in the kitchen! Other people have to eat too! Both of you! OUT! And take this garbage with you!" Soldier finished, pointing at the cereal. Klus took this opportunity to flee with his food, mentally thanking the Soldier for coming in but cursing the fact that he didn't arrive sooner.

A/N: I'm trying to make the chapters longer. But I failed this time since I have to get to bed and I was stuck on it at the beginning. Here's another chapter. Yey