Kinda late but not really. I hardly upload anything here anyway.
omfgwtfbbq I have no idea what to say here aside from the fact that I've got a ton of other stuff I'm working on. Not only am I working on an ORIGINAL FICTION WTF OMFG, but I'm entering a contest for the EB fandom at starmen dot net. I may actually not update after a while because I'll be lacking stuff to upload. Oh god I can't have that!
Anyway I'm rambling, I'm sorry. Please:
READ ON!
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RED's Medic yawned as he healed yet another of his teammates. RED's Demoman didn't even give him a thankful wave as he rushed back out. RED's Engineer had holed himself up in the basement to protect their intelligence, and the other REDs decided that they needed a dispenser, so instead of yelling at their Engineer, they yelled at Medic.
"Stay here and heal anyone who comes in!" RED's Soldier said, "We need some backup until we can get BLU's Sniper out of his nest. Need to keep you safe and all."
"I don't need to be kept 'save'," Medic hissed, "Just keep zee spiez out, Pyro."
RED's Pyro saluted Medic and Medic was left to care for anyone who came through the front door. The only problem was that they never thought to watch the sewers. Medic's eyes widened as he saw BLU's Pyro creep up the stairs, cackling from behind his mask.
"Everyone! Everyone, from zee…!" Medic drew up his syringe gun and hoped to get a few hits in before he was roasted alive. BLU's Pyro lit up and began to charge the German…
Until something appeared from behind him. RED's Spy brought his knife down and Pyro dropped, a victim of yet another back stab. Medic blinked at the man, and Spy looked up at the doctor with a slight smirk. He then coughed up a ring of smoke and dropped to the floor. Medic rushed to help him up.
"Zat Pyro did a number on you," he muttered in understanding, "How did you escape?"
"'e torched me in the sewers, but he couldn't catch me… in the water," Spy muttered as Medic let him sit on a few boxes, "Merde, my suit is ruined…"
"You're lucky you're alive," Medic admonished him, "Zuits can be replaced much eazier zan you."
"Bah, you wouldn't understand, you don't get suits like this one anymore…"
"How do you feel?" Medic interrupted as he finished his first aid.
"Much better, Doctor, prego. …I mean, thanks. A lot." There was a slight, awkward silence after Spy's words, and eventually he felt brave enough to stand up and check the tattered, charred remains of his suit, "I must go get changed. I…" he blinked at the look on Medic's face, "Is something the matter, Doctor?"
"Hmmm, oh, it iz nozink," Medic replied, batting the question away, "I just… no one haz ever thanked me for my services."
Spy clucked his tongue lightly, "Uhm… Yes. Thank you again," he said lightly. The silence continued to permeate between them, and Spy eventually tapped his watch, thanked God that his invisibility cloak still worked, and slipped away to the locker room.
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Hours later, Medic found that he was still doing his "dispenser" work and wondering just when someone deemed it necessary to go on the offensive. He was almost charged; perhaps it would be best to uber "Herr Heavy" and break through their offensive line. He suddenly heard footsteps behind him and whipped up his bonesaw. He whirled around and drove it downward; it was caught by an invisible hand, "Madre del Dio, Doctor," RED's Spy said as he flashed into vision, "You do not let anyone get the drop on you, hmm?"
"Zat is vat you get for zneaking up on me, dummkopf," Medic hissed. The two struggled for a moment and broke apart, "Vat do you vant? No vahn comez to me unless zey vant zomezink."
"I wasn't planning on asking anything. I just wanted to mention to you that I'm heading into their base from below; you might want to tell Soldier if he ever asks where I am." Medic watched as Spy adjusted his tie lightly, "I'd like to get it quickly. If we don't get that intelligence tonight, our Fearless Leader won't let us hear the end of it, Si?" Medic blinked as Spy thought to himself, "Although, whatever punishment she had for me, I'd be more than happy to obtain."
"Lustful zoughts about vahn's superior doez not become a man of science," Medic said bluntly, "Vill you be okay in zere on your own?"
"Our Scout's in the infirmary right now, and you've treated me enough that I don't really feel the burns I sustained beforehand (much…), so I'm sure I can do it on my own. I just cannot be sure that their defense won't focus on me…"
Medic stared at Spy. The two blinked at each other, and Medic's lips curled into a malicious smile usually reserved for when he was giving someone an "examination", "I zink… I zink I've got it…"
"Got what, Doctor?"
"You jast keep doink vat you vere doink. I vill take care ov your 'defense'…"
"Right then, be careful, Doctor."
"You az vell, Herr Spy."
The two nodded silently and went their separate ways.
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"Medic, what the!?" RED's Soldier shouted loudly as he saw his "dispenser" trot out into the open and wave down RED's Heavy, "You MAGGOT, what are you doing?"
"Vat vee should have done from zee beginnink," Medic replied, "Heavy, I am charged."
"Good Doctor!" Heavy roared, sweeping the German up and depositing him safely behind the Russian, "Get behind me, Doctor, this will be a rather bumpy ride!"
"I vouldn't have it any ozer vay…" Medic muttered under his breath.
"Komrades!" Heavy shouted as Medic activated his Ubercharge, "To me!" And with that rallying cry, the REDs drove forward on a powerhouse offensive. Behind the frontal assault was a medic whose eyes flashed brightly from behind his glasses. He wore a smile that showed that this offense was more than met the eye…
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RED's Spy snuck through the enemy compound. He waved at anyone that glanced his way, and it appeared he hadn't aroused any suspicion yet. He just needed to find out how to get past the BLU's overtly suspicious Engineer…
"Hey, YOU!" Spy stopped and turned very slowly. BLU's Soldier glared at him and loaded up his rocket launcher, "We need you at the front! The REDs are going ballistic! We need you out there!"
Spy coughed and opened his mouth, "Mm… mmmph! Mmph, Mmphmphph!"
"What's that!? Spy's in here somewhere? Good job, Pyro! Go show him who's boss, just like you did last time in those sewers!"
Spy glared at Soldier through his flimsy fake mask; how he wished he could stab the bastard and continue on his way, but he had a bigger job then just backstabs, and he couldn't risk getting caught now that they were so close to the front lines, where everyone seemed to be congregating. He simply grumbled under his breath and sulked off towards the basement.
"'ey, Pyro!" Spy turned to BLU's Engineer as Spy passed through the courtyard. Engineer whipped up his pistol, "I don't trust you. Let's see your axe. Where is it?"
Spy rolled his eyes and attempted to talk to Engineer, but the BLU supporter would have none of that. Spy jumped back a foot when Engineer let off an entire round into the ground at his feet, "Lemme see your other weapons or dance, pardner…" He growled dangerously.
Spy cocked his head, wondering how to get out of this. He then blinked at the Engineer's sentry, situated nicely behind the Engineer. Spy wondered if it would be this easy. Oh well, one only lives once… "Mmph… mmphphmmmph…" Spy said, removing his mask. Immediately the sentry sprang to life, and Engineer turned towards it with a cry.
Spy chuckled lightly as the Engineer exploded on his own ammunition, and the RED supporter immediately hunkered down out of the sentry's line of sight and hastily replaced his mask. Sometimes it WAS that easy.
"And now…" Spy thought to himself as he reapplied his disguise and moved to sap his enemy's "toys", "It's time to show that their push was not in vain…"
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Medic hissed as he wrapped his arm up to staunch the bleeding that resulted from a lucky shot from BLU's Scout. Natascha was able to slow down the kid enough for the others to rend him limb from limb in retaliation, but now Medic was injured and he was not sure he could survive the rest of the push if he stayed with the group. He grunted when he heard someone from his team approach, "Medic, you okay?" the voice asked. He groaned as he yanked harshly on the bandage with his teeth and looked up at Heavy.
"Ja, I don't die zat eazily."
"The baby team pushing us back, Medic. The BABY team! We need to go back or we'll never see sandvich at end of day!"
"…" Medic grunted as he shoved himself from the wall and looked up at BLU's base. What to do? If they retreated now, Spy wouldn't have any assistance getting out. And yet, was the intelligence really as important as his life? "Can you… keep vatch for… a half a minute? Pleaze."
"Medic is acting strange…" Heavy said. However, the Russian trusted his friend's judgment and whirled around to protect Medic to the end. The German smiled lightly, happy that at least the one guy who lived was the one who hung on his every word, and so he waited…
Ten seconds passed. Medic watched BLU's Sniper's light search them out on the floor in front of them.
Twenty seconds. There were footsteps, from up above, and a scream of betrayal. RED's Spy burst from BLU's Sniper nest, gutting his favorite victim for good measure, and leapt from the base, landing just in front of the two who remained. On his back was the enemy intelligence.
"Not a bad plan, Doctor," he mused as Medic called for Heavy and the REDs retreated.
"Ven can my planz ever be called into question?" Medic replied haughtily, "Heavy, Come!"
"Got your back!" Heavy shouted as both Spy and Medic retreated for their own base. Medic nodded and followed directly after Spy. He wondered why he was standing so close to Spy. The intelligence wasn't important enough to put his life on the line...
...But perhaps his friend's life was enough to remind Medic to stay near Spy, and watch his back.
Spy wasn't able to look behind him, but he did hear BLU's Soldier emerge from his base, "MAGGOT! You won't get away!" Spy closed his eyes when he heard the rocket speed towards them.
He was able to hear Medic's cry before the rocket landed, "Herr Spy! Go!" The explosion splashed on the ground near Spy, and he felt his feet leave the floor as he sailed a few feet. Miraculously, he was able to keep his feet on the ground, and he rushed into the base, getting cover from RED's Soldier. He turned around and gasped out words:
"M…Medic… Medic, where is he?"
"You have more important things to worry about! Get down there NOW," Soldier barked dangerously. Spy ground his teeth and rushed down to meet with their leader and offer her everything she ever wanted.
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"Congratulations…" RED's "Fearless Leader" and Announcer smiled as she held the enemy intelligence in her long, slender fingers. She pressed a switch, turned on the intercom, and spoke clearly into it, "We have secured the enemy intelligence. Fall back, everyone. We will grind the rest of the insects into the dust later."
She released her finger from the button and her lips curled into a devious smile that sent chills down Spy's spine, "Very good, my little Spy. I was afraid that without our Scout, we would be stuck defending…"
"Hahaha! Never thought you had it in you, Spy!" The European grunted as RED's Engineer slammed his palm onto the man's back, "Nice work! You showed them who's boss!"
"I… indeed…" Spy said as the rest of the REDs filed downward. Spy counted them off: Scout, Demoman, Heavy, Soldier, Sniper, along with both he and Engineer. The only one who seemed really worse for wear was RED's Scout, who had a cast on his right foot and walked with crutches, and Heavy, who's lips trembled as if he would cry.
"My team," their Fearless Leader grinned, "You did it, congratulations."
"Just wish our Pyro was here to see this," Soldier grumbled, "I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for him (her?). He (she?) deserves a posthumous promotion."
"I'm sure she'll (he'll?) get it," their Fearless Leader replied coldly, as if she had no real desire to give anyone anything posthumously, "Is this everyone?"
"Looks like it," Demoman said.
"Medic?" Spy blurted out. Everyone turned to him, "What about Medic?"
There was a pregnant silence for a few moments, and it was only broken by Heavy's wailing. Their Fearless Leader sighed as Soldier stepped forward, "Medic… Medic was hit by that rocket. We managed to save… most of his body, but…"
"He's… he's dead?" Spy asked. He didn't really want to say it as a question, but he really didn't want to believe it.
"Man, bummer, right?" Scout said, "Now who'll take care of this foot? It's driving me INSANE."
"Not much else to do but take care of the bodies, right?" Demoman asked as Heavy continued to sob and Scout scraped the inside of his ear to stop the ringing.
"That sounds fine," their Fearless Leader said, "Now get out of my sight, all of you." Her voice left no room for talking back, so they saluted her and left as she sat back down behind her desk and ran her fingers over the BLU attaché case, a smile appearing on her face.
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Spy stared at the various body parts of those who died that day were collected. He frowned when Medic's torso (they weren't able to find his legs; most likely they had become a fine red mist beforehand) was brought forward, and he flinched when the corpse, glasses, coat and all were dumped on top of BLU's Pyro's corpse. He set his jaw and strode forward as Demoman prepared his lighter. The Scotsman blinked when Spy grasped the man's arm and glared fervently into his eye, "No," Spy flatly said.
"No, what?" Soldier replied.
"We're not burning what's left of Medic's body on a pyre for the bodies of our dead enemies!" Spy retorted.
"Why not?" Demoman asked, yanking his arm back , "We're doing it with Pyro."
"It's the principle of the thing!" Scout shouted.
"Da!" Heavy sobbed, "Doktor was GOOD MAN."
"Not ta mention Pyro always put a smile on our faces with his (her?) jokes," Sniper pointed out, "We really should give 'em somethin' that says we care."
"Look, I'm not going to give Medic any special treatment than any of the other guys before us!" Soldier growled, "All the maggot did was complain about how no one appreciated him."
"No one DID appreciate him!" Spy shouted, "You know what? FINE." Soldier didn't even flinch as the European grasped his shovel and moved to sift through the dead bodies of the day. He frowned at the smell, but was able to pull out the charred half of a corpse of Medic. He tossed the German's torso over his body and dragged Soldier's shovel off to give the one man who cared for him a proper burial. Heavy rushed after Spy, proclaiming that he would help with the burying of his special friend.
"Yo, Sniper, give me a hand here!" Scout shouted. Sniper obliged the young man, and the handicapped kid and the Australian followed after Spy with Pyro's various (located) parts in tow.
Soldier grumbled loudly, but he heard Demoman chuckling, "And just what is so funny, soldier?" Soldier demanded of the Scotsman.
"Ahhh, nothin'," Demoman said with a smile, "It jast reminds me of how Medic was wit' our first Spy, you rememba'? When he was torched by that BLU Pyro a ha'f a year back?"
Soldier stared off after the four who went to bury their dead, and he sighed as Demoman moved to burn the BLU corpses, "Yeah, I remember."
It seemed that despite everything the REDs went through that night, with teammates like the ones Soldier was watching out for, they would find a way through whatever pain they would encounter.
End
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Based on a partially true story, of the time I met a friend of mine on TF2. He saved me from a particularly nasty Pyro death and when he left to collect the enemy intelligence, we fought forward to give him a distraction. When he rushed back to our base, I was able to give him enough health to live through a rocket that gibbed me, but he was able to get away to safety.
Perhaps that's what teamwork is really about; working together for a common goal, fighting in such a way that you would do anything, anything for your friends.
Or perhaps I'm just sentimental, your pick.
Anyway! Hope you guys enjoyed it! Tell me what you liked and disliked about it, please.