(A/N: Just so you guys know, the first chapter has been re-written. There have been a few changes to character interaction and a lot on sentence structure and it would be very much appreciated if you read that before this. Thanks very much and I hope you enjoy this chapter. =) Also, thanks so much for the reviews, they really kept me going!)

Title: Spies Like Us
Chapter 2: Impulse

The fluorescent lights seemed to glare at him when he opened his eyes, assaulting his pupils painfully as they shone overhead. One of them flickered and blinked a few times before correcting itself, proceeding its attack on the poor Medic's eyes. "Mein gott," was the raspy whisper that left him as he forced himself to sit up. The back of his head throbbed as if a hammer was being slammed against his skull. He groaned. The journey back to Respawn was never a comfortable one. He rolled his shoulders back and craned his neck, eager to get the after-being-blown-to-a-million-pieces feeling out of his system. At the back of his mind, he hoped that Heavy was holding up okay on his own.

"Docta!" he was suddenly aware of an additional presence in the room. Hastily, he groped around for his glasses, which had spawned separately, and was lying... somewhere in the room. "Docta!" The voice belonged to their Scout, no mistake, but it was the tone he was using that unnerved him somewhat. It was... different, almost desperate; as if he was begging - which was quite odd since they were both in Respawn. After all, he could just rummage through the medicine cabinet like he always did and he would be as good as new. "C'mon, doc, they're in your pocket!"

"Mein gott, junge, it iz not like zomeone iz dying," the physician sighed exasperatedly, patting his coat pockets for his glasses. With another exhale, he put them on.

He had no idea how wrong he was.

"Mein gott, who iz zis child?" he exclaimed.

"I dunno, doc, I jus' faund her at aur door an'... an' doc," the boy struggled to find his words, stuttering as he did so. Medic had never seen the boy this way before. He looked as if he was about to burst into tears, which was very uncharacteristic of him. A start contrast, in fact. The German took one more look at the girl, quickly deciding to ask questions later, he had a life to save.

"It does not matter now, get her on ze table, we must try to keep her alive until the battle ends," the man said, his eyes showing nothing but seriousness.

"Wh-Why not now? Why can't we go to da infirmary now?" the Scout questioned, carrying her off to the table nonetheless.

"Ze doors to ze rest ov our base are locked until zen, don't tell me you haf forgotten, Scout," he snapped as he pulled out rolls of bandages from the cupboard. If he didn't know any better, he'd say the RED Spy was impersonating him again. But they were both in Respawn and enemies were barred from entering; leaving Medic to ponder silently on Scout's behaviour.

"Oh... Oh yeah... Why can't you just heal her with your Medigun of yours?"

"It does not vork zat easily," he handed him two rolls. "My Medigun vas not made to vork on outsiders. Also, even if I tried, I could risk blowing her up like Heavy's heart."

"Ya blew up Heavy's heart?"

"Vell, the original one, but zat does not matter now. Apply pressure to her wounds," he ordered, making a mental note to tell Scout that he should not inform Heavy of the little... mishap. Ignoring the odd sounds Scout was making (was he whimpering? No, that couldn't be), he glanced at the nearby wall clock - though there was really no need.

Mission ends in sixty seconds! the disembodied voice of the Administrator echoed.

"C'mon, c'mon," the Bostonian urged, sweat beginning to bead his forehead. Medic was suddenly aware of the large blood stain contrasting the light blue of the boy's shirt. Unease started to eat away at him as well. So many questions raced through his mind. Who was this child? How did she sneak into the battlefield? Was she brought here? Will she survive?

"What the?" The doctor was broken out of his train of thought when he heard the Scout say something coherent. The younger male had warily taken a step back from the table, leaving the large wad of bloodied bandages on the girl's abdomen. The Medic shot him a questioning look before impatiently pushing away the drenched bandages. A jolt ran down his spine when he saw what was underneath.

Her skin was pure red.

Wait no, that wasn't her skin. It didn't quite look like skin after looking at it for awhile... He raised an eyebrow. With a gloved hand he prodded at the edge of the large gash across her stomach. Her 'skin' moved and slid a little as he did so. Ignoring the startled "hey" from the boy and any ethics that he had as a gentleman, he grabbed the hem of the girl's shirt and pulled it up to expose-

"A suit?" the bespectacled man was surprised when he saw the logo imprinted on her chest. Another sound escaped Scout and he turned to the boy, who had a look of utter disbelief on his face - either from Medic's brash actions or the girl's questionable attire, Scout himself couldn't tell which shocked him more. The doctor furrowed his eyebrows and glanced back at her. The number of questions in his head multiplied tenfold. Who - no - What was she?

Mission ends in ten seconds! the excited bellow of their Administrator blared into his ears.

Well, he was about to find out.

Needless to say, the entire fiasco of a battle ended in a stalemate.

Sniper was one of the last to arrive at the BLU base, pinching at his left shoulder to ease his built-up tension. Tonight was definitely not his best night, he deduced, as he tiredly dragged himself up the metallic flight of stairs to Respawn. Even though the enemy Spy hadn't backstabbed him, the sneaky bastard had still managed to land a few headshots with that bloody Ambassador of his. Sniper could've sworn a bullet or two was still lodged somewhere in his skull, or maybe his mind was just playing tricks on him. He groaned, shaking his head as if he would hear a small rattle in the depths of his brain tissue.

Fortunately, there was none.

The man breathed a mixed sigh of relief and exasperation, giving his Razorback a small jerk as he neared the welcoming metal doors. "Bloomin' rain," he muttered under his breath as he entered.

Since he was the last one there, he quickly piled his weapons into the storage room and flipped off the lights, more than eager to grab a bag of coffee from the kitchen and spend the rest of his night in his camper van. Rubbing the back of his neck, he opened the door to the more homey section of their base. It was usually closed off during battles to kill any ideas of going AWOL during a fight. But honestly, it wasn't much of a runaway destination; just a shower room, individual sleeping quarters, a kitchen: the bare necessities to keep them from getting too homesick. Well, it was a pitiful attempt, but an attempt nonetheless. At least they had a sofa, which Scout was probably hogging by now. The man gave a small scoff before stretching his arms out, yawning loudly. He shoved the door open and walked down the corridor, passing by the door to the medical bay. It had been a long, long day and an equally lengthy night, and the man was looking forward to the hot shower that was awaiting him at-

"Wot in the name of... Wot are you lot doin' here?" the Australian blinked when he saw that most of the BLU mercenaries were seated in the waiting room. He cocked an eyebrow and glanced towards the end of the narrow room, where Medic's infirmary was located. "Why aren't you in yer rooms... or dinnah... or... wherever you lot go after a battle?"

"There is big problem," Heavy explained. "Leetle girl got into battlefield. Got hurt very bad."

"A shiela? Hurt?" Sniper was shocked. Well, he wasn't expecting that for an answer. "How did she get past the gates?"

"That there's the problem, Snipes, we dunno," Engineer spoke up. "She looked pretty bad, according tah Scout o'er here." He gave the boy a pat on the shoulder.

"Mmmmphh mff mff!"

"Naw, Pyro, I jus' found her, I didn't save her," Scout corrected the firebug. Spy stiffened at this but remained silent.

"Either way, private, you have done exceptionally well!" Soldier's gruff voice echoed from the corner of the room. "For saving a defenceless civilian, you deserve a medal!"

"Da, Scout is credit to leetle girl," Heavy agreed.

"HAGGIS!" Demoman bellowed in his drunken slumber.

"Jeez, guys, she ain't saved yet..." the Bostonian looked almost bashful as he was showered with praises.

"Ahem, gentlemen," the Frenchmen finally spoke up, looking somewhat irritated. "I do not sink zat ze docteur appreciates ze noise you all are making."

"Danke, Herr Spy!" came the muffled reply from the other side of the door.

"How is she doin', doc?" Scout peered in through a gap in the double doors moments later.

Half of the team had already gone to bed by now. He immediately spotted the girl on the operating table, wincing when he saw the number of tubes sticking out from her body. He hated needles. Fighting back the overwhelming urge to shudder, he took a wary step in. "Is... she gonna be... awright?" he dared to ask. The look Medic gave him sent a stab of dread to his stomach, causing his eyes to widen. "Don't tell me she's..." he began but was unable to finish it.

"Vell... she's barely alive," the doctor sighed, looking at him apologetically. His eyes were bloodshot, Scout noticed. It was obvious he had tried his best within the constraints he was given. The Bostonian balled his hand into a fist. But that's the thing! This wasn't his best! She could still be saved!

"We gotta do sumthin! We just gotta!" the boy found himself grabbing the front of the doctor's vest, much to Medic's surprise. "C'mon, doc!" That was it. The German was forced to grab the boy's shoulders to calm him down. Scout winced when the grip tightened, causing his own to loosen.

"Scout! Mein gott, Scout, vhy are you so concerned of zis girl?" he couldn't hold it back anymore. "You are a mercenary, you cause bodily harm on a daily basis but you are hysterical for a girl you don't even know."

"I'm... I'm just worried is all."

"Bullshit! You are far more zan 'worried'," the doctor's cold blue eyes bore into him, demanding an answer. "Explain yourself, junge! Vhy iz she so important to you?"

"She... She..." the boy choked. "She reminded me of a girl back home..." he admitted truthfully, lowering his gaze.

"Is she the same girl?" Medic's voice dropped to a whisper, his eyes widened.

"No, no," he shook his head quickly. "That girl died when I was still in middle school." Scout stopped but Medic's unsatisfied gaze urged him to continue. "She got in the middle of a knife fight... an' wos hurt pretty bad..."

"Knife fight? Vhy vas she anywhere near a knife fight?"

"S-She was tryin' tah protect her brother," Scout found himself shaking.

"Vas she close to you?"

"Hell, no, but I saw everything. I saw what happened. Everyone ran away, her brother was knocked out. I yelled for someone to help... but no one did," Scout muttered before looking up at the doctor with wide eyes. "She died in my arms, doc. A lil' kid, barely even six yea's old. In my arms." He placed heavy emphasis on the last three words. "Stuff like dat don't just disappear from yer mind," he continued with a glare. "I ain't weak."

Medic's eyes softened at this and he released his shoulders. With a shaky breath, the boy hastily rubbed his eyes, muttering something about dust. But the tear streaks on the back of his hand said otherwise. The doctor looked over to the heart monitor, then to the operating table, then back at the heart monitor. It continued to pulse softly, weakly, causing him to bite his lower lip. Suddenly, a surge of energy ran through him. He knew what he had to do. "Scout," he said suddenly. "Go call Engineer in. And tell him to bring his toolbox."

Scout looked at him questioningly with his red eyes. "What? Why? What for?"

"Vell, ve need him to make sure ze Medigun iz compatible with ze device I am about to give her."

"But ain't that-"

"Only for us? Against ze rules?" he finished for him. "True, but I zink zat saving a life is more important than mere rules." Scout seemed to look at him with newfound respect. "Hurry, Scout, every second counts."

He didn't need to be told twice. The Bostonian was already out of the room, his voice rapid and frantic as he called for the Engineer. The German smiled as he heard the mechanic's heavy, hurried footsteps pound away, presumably to retrieve his toolbox.

"Now," Medic sighed, glad that he can finally remove the outdated IV drips from the girl. He pulled his gloves back on, newfound confidence pulsing through his veins. "Let's practice medicine."

(A/N: Mon dieu! I've forgotten that Violet's shirt doesn't turn invisible when she does. -facepalm- Well, we can always assume Edna designed casual wear with the same material as her suit. =.= I really gotta slap myself after every paragraph just to make sure I don't make mistakes like these. D8 Much apologies, m'dears! Won't happen again!

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