I don't own TF2.

A/N: I was trying to draw Klus and Misha for you guys but I was quickly reminded of how bad of a drawer I was and now I'm sad. Anyway, here's the next chapter for those reading this. The whole being that Klus sees this figure is all Psychological. The being is in fact, not real and is a figment of Klus' imagination due to trauma and stress he has suffered recently. All psychological and things like that can happen to people. I'm also working on accents here so you should see a little bit. It's not spelled wrong without a reason.

Chapter 12

His butt was cold from the snow he had fallen into when the skeleton spy had spoken to him. Frozen in shock, he sat and stared at the skeleton, not able to find his voice. The figure didn't seem to be perturbed by Klus' frightened stated as he casually took out his disguise kit to grab a cigarette and place the brown tip in between his teeth. Putting the kit away, the skeleton lit the cigarette with a lighter before facing Klus with a bony grin. "You might want to move Doctor." It stated with it's thick French accent, leaning against the wall that it had been hiding behind. "You have a laser on your forehead." jumping, Klus looked to his forehead and indeed saw the red beam from the red Sniper's rifle. Rolling away quickly, a gunshot rang out and a curse was followed afterward as Klus hid behind the wall beside the Skeleton Spy who's head was out in the open for the Sniper to see, yet for some reason, the Australian didn't take the chance for the easy kill. Gulping at the close call, Klus gripped his chest. Hearing the figure beside him laugh, he faced it, not knowing how to respond to it.

"You are so jumpy, Medic. That will hurt you in battle." The being snorted, puffs of smoke leaking from it's teeth as it spoke. Dropping the cigarette in the snow, the Skeleton snuffed it out with his foot, chuckling. Turning it's back to the blue medic, it snorted again. "I am Visk. You will be seeing more of me, I assure you." With a push of a button on it's watch, Visk vanished right before Klus' eyes. Giving a sigh of relief, he looked to where the cigarette was put out and gasped. The cigarette was gone. The snow lay there like a blanket, undisturbed and settled in a nice patch of fresh snow. It was untouched. Blinking confused, he stared at that same spot until a rough hand grabbed his shoulder, making him flinch away and twist his torso to see who had grabbed him. It was the blue soldier. "C'mere cupcake!" barked the gruff man as the Soldier grabbed Klus up from his spot in the snow by his arm and took the Quick-fix that Klus had dropped before shoving it into the Medic's arms.

With a nod, he aimed the medigun at the soldier and turned it on. With the blue beam on him, the Soldier grinned and began running into battle, rocket launcher on his shoulder. Sighing, Klus followed the man, finding no one else around. Keeping up with the other man was rather easy since he was almost as slow as the heavy. It wasn't until the Soldier aimed at the ground and crouch did Klus realize in that split second that he was going to be screwed. Not having time to turn the quick-fix off, The Soldier rocket jumped into the air, Medic trailing behind like a dog on a leash dragging its owner. The medic couldn't stop his screaming as he was catapulted into the air, miles and miles from the ground, he could imagine himself falling and splattering painfully onto the ground.

And that image almost came true until the Soldier rocketed the ground again, making them remain high in the air and flying toward the battle. Eyes tightly clenched together, Klus felt the cold wind rush by him as he screamed. "I hate you! I hate you so much! You fool! You Idiot! I want off this ride! STOP!" And they indeed eventually stop as a rocket from the Red Soldier hit his blue counterpart, making the blue Soldier splatter into a million bits and pieces of gore and blood, in which, thanks to the pyrovision goggles he had on, Klus only saw confetti and gears. Without his team mate, Klus was left to go flying, quickly descending to the ground at an alarming speed.

Opening his eyes, he saw exactly where he was falling to and saw he was heading right at the Blue sniper who held the gun up to his face, aiming at a far away Demoman. Klus opened his mouth to warn his team mate of his sudden arrival but found he couldn't utter a word out of the sight of him suddenly rushing to the ground. Bracing himself, he did the thing he knew would kill him instantly. He tensed up. Waiting for the inevitable, he landed, crashing into a body and hearing a grunt and a crunch as he landed straddled on top of a body that smelled of expensive Cologne and cigarettes. His fist gripped the clothes under him, prepared to see the sight of his Sniper under him when he opened his eyes.

Jaw dropping, he couldn't believe his luck. It wasn't the Blue Sniper he had landed on. He had fallen right behind the Sniper and on top of the red Spy who must have been invisible and had his knife ready to stab the Australian. Sitting up, he still sat straddling the now dead spy with his hands to his mouth. "Bloody 'ell, mate! You saved me liofe roit there!" Dropping his hands to the body under him, he turned his head to the Sniper who stared at the medic with wide eyes and gun lowered, pointed to the ground. "Where'd you bloody come from anyway?!" breathing heavily as he began to relax from his terrifying ride, he pointed to the sky, not trusting his voice to speak.

The Sniper followed where he pointed and frowned, brows furrowing. "The Sky?" Looking down, the Australian saw the Quick-fix and smirked. "Ah, I see. The Solder roit?" the medic nodded and turned his attention back to the dead Spy whose neck was twisted in an odd angle. Giving a weak chuckle at his first spy kill, he got off the body and gave the Sniper a quick heal before running off. Pulling off his goggles as he ran, he clenched them tightly in his fist, tired of wearing them. He stuffed them in his pocket. The sight of the spy and what he had done felt oddly good to Klus. He wanted more. Pulling out his buzz saw, he ran head first to the Soldier. The man saw him coming and grinned as he set the rocket launcher down and cracked his knuckles. High on adrenaline, Klus charged at the man foolishly. Eventually the saw was tossed from his hand as the red Soldier tackled him to the ground. Growling as the two tumbled around in the snow, he felt that the fight he was in was more like rough housing. Like the red was merely playing with him like a cat would a mouse or an older sibling would do to the younger.

Angrily, he gave a swing with his metal arm and got the Soldier right in his jaw, hearing a second crunch for the day as the soldier's jaw was shattered and broken. Hearing the man cry out in pain as he held his jaw, kneeling in the snow, curled into a ball, Klus felt sick from the joy that felt. To have caused harm to another bigger and stronger than him was incredible and he figured out how much damage his knew arm could cause. In horror, he stared at his fake arm. "If this thing could cause a Soldier to give a scream to chill my bones," He thought, staring from his arm to the Red Soldier who was bleeding and whimpering pitifully as he held his jaw in his hands and called for his own medic. "Why didn't I do this with Vlad? That never would have happened." All his adrenaline had been wearing away and his heart felt heavy.

All along, he had the power to stop the rape. But for some reason, he didn't use it. Why? Why couldn't he use the red engineer's gift to him to stop Vlad? Klus felt sick as he sat on the ground. It wasn't long until Wolff appeared with his medigun, kneeling in front of the whimpering Soldier to examine the jaw. Sighing, the red medic made a motion with his hands in front of the Soldier and the man seemed to calm down a bit. With a sigh, Wolff tenderly held the Soldier to his chest, being mindful of the shattered jaw. The red looked up to his blue counterpart with sad eyes.

"Yoooooou sssssssshhouldddd Kiiiiiillll hiiiiimm." Wolff stuttered, rubbing a hand on the man's back. Klus stared back to Wolff horrified. "Was...He's your team mate. Why did you tell me that?!" The red medic sighed, the grey half of his face cackled quietly. "Kill him! Kill him yourself!" the face cackled but was quickly shushed by Wolff. With all that happened, Wolff's face was the least of his concern. "Iiiiif I heal hiiim," The red medic began. "Hiiiiis jaw wwoooould fffforevver be dddammmmaged...Rrrrresssspawn wwwwoulllld ffffix iiiit bbbetterrr."

Klus shook his head wildly, hand going to his mouth. He didn't want to kill the man. The joy frightened him. With a sigh, Wolff too the soldier's head with both hands then signed. The solder nodded as he stood up and ran into battle, allowing himself to be killed by the blue pyro. Wolff rubbed his face and also stood up and went to leave when Klus spoke up. "Your Soldier. He's deaf, isn't he?"

The red froze in spot, but nodded with his back to Klus. The blue continued. "And no one else knows?" Wolff shook his head negatively before giving a quick look to the blue on the ground. "And iiiiif yooou wwwwereee ssmmart...Yooou'd dddddo bbbessssst to keeeeep iiit thhhat wwwway."

ooo

The words "You Failed!" rang across the blue base that day as the blues ran away from the on coming reds that were ready to attack them. Klus was the first to make it into base and hide. Hoping it was Misha who would find him instead of the rest of the red team, he hid under a nearby desk, watching as multiple feet trod passed him as they cheered victory. Curling further under the desk, he waited until the sound of their feet faded into the distance and the shouting of his team mates as they ran from the Red, who taunted and killed them as they went. The whirring of the respawn system alerted him to the Blue Spy respawning nearby. The nearest door opened up and the French man came out with a grumble and straightened his suit and tie that must have come loose when he was revived. "Merde." The spy cursed as he lit up a cigarette before silently walking off calmly. This behavior encouraged Klus to come out of hiding as he tenderly crawled out from under the desk on his hands and knees and looked around quickly before standing up and sighing, rubbing the dust and cobwebs he had acquired from his hiding spot.

Hearing the gathering of slow, beaten footsteps alerted him of his oncoming team and without a second thought, he hurried to the kitchen before the rest of them who, no doubt, would hog the food, normally leaving the medic to scavenge what was left for himself before tending to Mask. His food was cold by the time he managed to get around to actually eating it. Once his team saw him cooking, they immediately began shouting out orders for what they wanted, except for the scout who, ironically enough, wasn't there. His soup was chilled and chunky but Klus swallowed it down anyway, too tired from the fight to get up and reheat it.

It wasn't until he had finished did the scout appear with a pink letter in his hand. He was grinning from ear-to-ear as he bounced around. "You'll never guess what!" The youngest man cheered as his hand tightened around the letter. "We're getting a new Scout?" Spy quipped teasingly as he grabbed some toast from a stray plate and buttering it. The scout scowled at the Frenchman. "Oh, haha. Look at the funny man." the boy bit before grinning again. "But you're close." This got everyone's attention as they all turned to face the younger man who held the note up higher, Miss. Pauling's obvious seal of approval at the bottom of the paper. Each and everyone of the mercenaries pondered worriedly on who was getting replaced as the tension grew.

"Yo, guys! We're getting a new heavy! Since ol' Vladdo up and vanished, Blue is hiring someone by the name of," He brought the letter to his face and squinted in an attempt to read the name. "Vasha." Scout grinned, clutching the letter to himself. "That name is so cool! I wonder when he'll get here."

It was like a switch had been pulled as the anxiety dropped and everyone seemed to let out a sigh of relief as they began chattering and laughed to each other once again. Klus swallowed the last of his food in silence, lost in thought. He guessed he should have been relieved to hear that he wouldn't be at the base with Vlad but that also meant that the giant could be anywhere and doing anything. If the medic was lucky, he never would have had to worry about Vlad ever again, but his luck had never been great. Chances are that he'd end up running into the ex-heavy sometime between bases. It was something to be weary of. "Doesn't the note say when the fella's comin' over?" Dell asked, breaking Klus out of his thoughts. The Engineer had removed his goggles and replaced them with an ice pack for his face. The man hadn't needed to go through respawn so the bruise was still there and the Texan refused to let Klus heal it so there was little to be done about the injury.

Scout snapped out of his fanboying, choosing to go red in the face as that information was pointed out. The boy had been so excited about getting an new teammate that he hadn't read the letter all the way. "Uhh...Right." Looking the letter over quickly, he sputtered. "Tomarra' Mornin'?! Geeze!"

"That didne geeve os much time." Trent spat to himself as he took a long drink of his alcohol. Pyro, hearing all this, turned to Klus. "Whaaa mhhhh uhh hhhhenghh hmoumh hmis?" Of course, Klus had no idea what the Pyro said so he just shrugged, not being able to look at the fire maniac without laughing. The sight of Pyro wearing an assassin hood with google eyes underneath would make almost anyone crack up. Which is why the man wore it. But the medic could only guess that.

The rest of the meal was uneventful aside from talk about the new heavy and what he'd look like. When it all came down to it, everyone except Klus and Spy figured he must be some sort of barbarian with one eye and scars all over. Groaning, Klus rubbed his shoulder where another nerve was pinched as he dragged his feet to the infirmary. When he got there, the room was a mess and the obvious culprit sat there on his desk, licking her paws. A heavy frown covered his face as he stepped to the desk where Mask sat, paying him no attention. "Mask." He began, looking around. There was broken glass all over with medicine, liquid or capsule. The surgery bed was knocked on it's side and once clean sheets and blankets he had stored away were laying all over the place, some in the liquid and others covered in mud and dust, leaving little cat paw prints all over the white fabrics. Jars and scattered papers were spread across the floor, along with pencils and other writing instruments as well as his surgery tools in which he would have to sterilize it all again.

"Ach! Look what you've done!" He shouted to the feline who gave no notice to his anger. Instead, she chose to roll onto her back. "This will take me a whole day to clean and fix up! Not to mention another five hours to sterilize everything! And the call for more medicine!" He groaned, sitting in his desk chair, hiding his face in his hands. Letting out a loud sigh, he felt a small weight on his lap. Removing his hands, he spotted Mask sitting in his lap expecting as she gazed up at him with innocent eyes. Meowing, she laid down and curled up in a perfect ball, head held up as she looked at her handiwork. Klus sniffed as he pet her, hearing her give a soft noise of surprise before resulting into purring. "You spoiled thing." He mumbled to her, rubbing behind her ears.

"I'm never leaving you alone in here again." He stated bitterly, looking at the clock. 11:38 pm. Deciding to clean all this up when he wasn't so tired, he carried to Mask to his room. After feeding her, he got dressed for bed and fell onto the soft mattress of his bed and snuggled into the covers, all the while, his thoughts rested on Misha.

Ooo

If there was one thing Klus hated more than fighting, it was cleaning up the mess his cat had made in his infirmary. He had even woken up early to start. Now here he was, still cleaning the room at five pm, scrubbing the floor to keep the spilled medicine from staining. His knees protested from his position on the floor as well as his hands who held the wooden scrub brush. Dipping it into his soapy bucket, he continued to scrub as his back ached. "You are Docktor, Da?" Jumping at the sudden feminine voice, he craned his neck to look behind him and to the doorway. Not being able to see the speaker, he answered. "Ja. Who are you?"

There was a pause. "I am Vasha. The new heavy. I was told I would find you here." Setting the brush down, he sat up and cracked his back, figuring the short break was deserved. "Ja." He moaned as his hand went to his back as it popped again and he grimaced. "I'd say it was nice to see you but I am afraid I can not actually see you." He quipped with a smirk as he stood. There was a quiet chuckle. "Da. You are right." When the speaker stepped into the room all the way, Klus wished he had stayed on the floor. The new heavy was a woman. Not that there was anything wrong with that but he never expected that a woman would have a name like 'Vasha.'

He couldn't stop laughing at the mental image of he appearing in from of his team. Unfortunately this sent the wrong message as Vasha looked at him with an offended expression. "You laugh because I am a woman?!" Instantly, Klus stopped his laughter to wipe a stray tear from his eye. "Nein, Nein. My friend. I was laughing at a thought I had with the rest of the team." He corrected, watching her reluctantly began to calm down. Watching him with suspicious eyes. "They did seemed surprised." Vasha stated more to herself as she remembered their shocked reactions when she announced herself.

The medic could not keep the smirk from his face. "Ja, I can imagine. They all thought you were some sort of barbarian. I on the otherhand, had been to busy dealing with this." He waved his hand around the room to show her what he meant. As she scanned the room with curious eyes, Klus took the time to inspect her. She was clearly built like a heavy. Tall and big; not in a fat way but more in a muscular way. Other than her slight curves and breasts, she could be mistaken for a man from a distance, despite her obvious womanly figure up close. Brown hair littered her head; tied in a ponytail but a small patch fell in front of her face like a bang. Vasha did have a scar on her cheek which was barely noticeable. Where as others might have thought her too manly to be pretty, Klus thought she was the most beautiful woman on earth. As he thought this, his mind somehow wondered to Misha and the memory of being pressed against his large body. Suddenly, he missed the red heavy and wondered if there was a chance he could sneak away to see his lover.

"This is a very big mess." Vasha's voice rang out, snapping Klus' mind back to his current situation. Frowning, he walked back to the bucket and bent down, wanted to get his mind off his lover and onto his work. "Ja. My cat did this. I normally don't let her in here but I wasn't having the best day yesterday." He stated and went back to scrubbing. "Sorry for not being much of a conversationalist but I need to get this done if I want to enjoy myself." He apologized, not seeing her frown and continue looking around the room. Finally, after a while, he heard the trashcan being lifted and Vasha's large hands picking up scattered broken bottles that were used for spares.

"I will help you." She said and continued. "The work will get done quicker." She smiled at him as she beant to retrieve another bottle. Smiling back, he continued to scrub. After a while of cleaning, with only the sounds of the brush and items being thrown away, a question kept nagging him in the back of his mine. "Tell me," He began, smirking. "How did the Scout react to you?" He heard Vasha laugh. "The little man? He got mad and accused me of faking my name to get the job." Klus laughed with her, knowing how brash the boy can be. "So I pinch his cheek and tell him how cute his behavior was. Was hoping he would get mad." She hummed. "His face just turned red."

Klus laughed. "Looks like our Scout has a crush." he thought to himself.

Ooo

A/N: And chapter 12. New heavy and some fighting in there. The name Vasha is a unisex name in Russian so it can be for both boys and girls. The mere sound of it leads people to assume it's only for men so, time to pull a twist. I hope you all like it.