The more I thought about the possible failure of my personal life mission, the more my fear and anger increased. I could see the Medic going through medical tools. My breath became quick and shallow as I counted them and named them off in my head.

Scalpel, I thought, Syringes, one two, three syringes. Needle. Bone saw. There was a hitch in my breath. Weapons, I thought. He lied. I should have known. He's going to kill me.

He laid out the tools, the weapons, on the tray with metallic scrapes and clangs. He glanced in my direction, amusement and boredom both playing in his eyes. "Calm down," he said. "You are breazing like you have never seen a doctor before. Zhe machine vill numb any pain zhat you may or may not feel during zhe operation."

"Operation?" I parroted, disgusted at the obvious horror in my voice. "You did not say anything about an operation."

Medic continued to rummage though the tools. "More or less."

More or less? More or less? Did that man think that he could lie to my face and then take advantage of me? Treat me like trash? Before I knew what I was doing, I was on my feet. My anger had skyrocketed. I had never been very proud of my temper. It had always spiraled out of control in the worst times and got me into some sticky situations.

Medic turned to fully face me, scalpel in hand. "Vhat are you doing? Lay back down." His eyes were narrowed behind his glasses and a hand was inching towards the bone saw behind him. I took note of that. I couldn't just charge at him, considering he had an arrangement of weapons at hand. It would be foolish of me to do so.

I took in a single deep breath in an attempt to calm myself. Cool air filled my lungs, but it came rushing out ragged and uneasy. It hadn't helped me contain my awful temper at all. "What are you planning?" I demanded, my fists shaking at my sides. They were so tightly balled that they were beginning to ache.

"Vhat are you… oh, right. Don't vorry, Herr Soldier, I'm just going to put in a heart compatible viz zhe medigun." The bone saw was in his hands by now. At that point, the rest of the words that came out of the doctor's mouth faded into nothingness. All that mattered was that in front of me was an enemy, one armed with weapons. Scenarios flashed in my head. He could easily take me out now, especially since I was the one without a weapon.

A shout from the doctor snapped me out of my mind. I realized that I was nearly standing on the seat that had been between us. "What's a medigun?" I questioned. My voice was heavy with a threat of attack. My tone was hostile. I made it clear to him not to try to pull anything on me.

"Vere you even listening?" Medic said, the annoyance in his voice clear as day. "It is a machine zhat heals any vounds that you vill receive on zhe battlefield," he explained. "Much like zhe one pointed at you currently, as long as you stay under its mist, your vounds vill be attended."

I was incredulous. A machine that fired mist that treated wounds? Preposterous. "Do you take me for a fool?" I growled. I must have sounded feral. "Do you honestly expect me to believe that? You just want to kill me! You're a liar!" My voiced was raised to a shout. I struggled to keep up with the voice I used to disguise my own. My voice may have been gruff for a woman's, but you could never be too careful.

"Calm down." Medic must have felt that he had said those two words a thousand times that day. "Zhe respawn system doesn't vork during ceasefires, and you don't have zhe chip."

I wasn't sure what that madman was raving about and I didn't care. I was on the move in an instant. I jumped back off of the seat and to a small metal try on the floor and threw it at him. He blocked it with an arm and I was already airborne in a mid-tackle. It was either killed or be killed. I didn't care if he was part of the same team as me. An enemy is and enemy; a threat is a threat. But I wasn't thinking. I had not a single weapon on me that I could use against him.

I shouted out of fury when two big hands closed over my legs and yanked me backwards. My helmet was lost in the process, as I was wearing it a little loosely. I hit the side of the seat and was knocked unconscious when my head came in contact with the metal.

By the time I came to, my surgery was complete. The Heavy was sitting beside me in his own seat, giving me a dangerous glare.

"Leetle man is awake now," he said.

I grimaced and put two hands lightly against my exposed chest. It hurt more than any pain I had experienced in a long while. It didn't worry me that Medic could question my sex because of my chest. I was flat as a board and probably less curvy than a pole. "Did you take a blood sample?" I asked.

"Ja, Herr Engineer took it to zhe respawn." He was putting away tools with bare, bloodied hands that made my blood run cold. Had he really done that operation without gloves? I didn't see him wearing any the entire time I was in his office. "I suggest zhat you not bozer him. Vizout zhe respawn system, you von't last long here."

I sat up and got to my feet, ignoring the stare that Heavy was giving me. He probably heard me shouting and came in to stop me from attacking his doctor. I picked up my helmet from the floor without a word and placed it over my head, hiding my buzz cut and assisting the cloth around my eyes to hide my true identity.

"I make no promises," I finally said.

Medic didn't respond.

"It makes no difference," Heavy replied instead. "Engie was given blood half an hour ago."

This time, I made sure to conceal my worry. Instead, I just left Medic's office.

I hope I'm doing OK with keeping canon characters IC. I've never written a TF2 fanfiction before and I have trouble writing the mercs. They have such great personalities but I struggle so much to get them down and it frustrates me. I would really appreciate it if anyone would give pointers on them and their dialogue. It would help a whole lot!