It has been a long time since I have updated, for some reason my computer won't let me log into my account. This is the one that you readers have been waiting for so long. Enjoy!
The days passed by and I still trying to find my father, as Spy was nearly the one. I did a lot of research and soon, the longer ceasefire arrived, which means that the mercenaries can do anything during the one-week period. Engineer is going to stay with his family and make up for his absence on Becca's birthday. Scout is going back to Boston to see his mother.
As I do not want to encounter my mother once more, I decided to stay in the base. Spy was returning to France and Sniper was going to spend time with his parents in the Outback, Australia. Heavy was at Russia, seeing his mother and sisters. That leaves Soldier, Medic, Demoman, Pyro and me.
On a particular day, Soldier and Demoman decided to go out and spend time together. Pyro was cooped up in his/her room. S/he's been like that for a few days now, but I do not want to invade his/her privacy.
"Frau Zelda, Can you please help me out on something?" Medic asked, as I was the only one left.
"Sure, what is it?" I answered.
"Could you perhaps… help me clean my lab? It is filzhy in zhere," he requested.
We headed to the lab. The desk is sprawled with paper, unorganized. The floor is clean, but the metal tray beside the operating table was messy with syringes and scalpels everywhere. There was also blood on the operating table.
I cringed a little. "Yep, this place is definitely filthy." I commented before I set off to tidy up the desk and Medic disposed of the syringes. All the papers were about the ideas for a new Medigun and all sorts of medical writings.
It took us a few hours and the room was as good as new. Everything was aligned neatly. Papers were in racks. Medical instruments were in cabinets. When I was cleaning, I spotted a black book, and I just remembered about it.
"Medic, what is this book?" I asked, curiosity surging through my body.
"Oh, it is a photo album of my life before I arrived here. You can take a look at it if you want," Medic explained.
"I hope you don't mind, then," I said before I opened the album.
There were several pictures of a young man with different people. I assume he was Medic. The people were probably his friends. It also has pictures of him graduating medical school. After that, he was with a beautiful young lady with blonde hair and sapphire blue eyes.
She looked as though I was very close to her, again I cannot comprehend who she was. I don't think I knew her, but she gives me the feeling that was very warm. I tried to get it out of my mind and flipped the page. Something hit me again before I looked at the next photo.
I turned back the page and asked Medic, "Medic, who is she?"
"Oh, this beautiful lady is named Heather. Why do you ask?" Medic looked baffled.
There couldn't be so many Heathers around, will it? I laughed in my mind. But this lady looks very familiar. I flipped the page and saw the lady whom Medic addressed as Heather holding a baby next to Medic. There seemed to be something written on the back of the photo, so I carefully removed the photo from the album to take a look at the text.
It was written in German. Since I picked up German from my mom, I am able to read it without any trouble.
Dear Lukas,
You have to remember that I will always love you no matter what happens.
You are the best man I have ever met, my hero.
Together, we will give Zelda a happy home to live in.
Love, Heather
I slid the photo back to the album before Medic found out. If it weren't Spy, and his wife wasn't my mom, then could Medic's be? The baby's name is Zelda. His wife's name is also called Heather. It seems to be too perfect.
"You have a nice family, Medic." I complimented, showing him the picture. He looked grave for a second, and smiled.
"Vell, Frau Zelda, I already had a divorce with her, so they are not exactly my family." He explained calmly.
I will make sure this time. "May I ask for Heather's full name?" I questioned.
"Her name is Heather Anna Rosenberg," Medic answered.
"And yours?"
"Apologies, Frau Zelda, but I'm afraid that we are not allowed to say our own name," Medic declined.
"Please, it's just us anyway. I swear I won't tell anyone." I tried harder.
He sighed. "My name is Lukas, Lukas Kauffmann." Medic said.
I remembered something my mom told me when I was a small child.
My mom was tucking me into bed. "Mommy, why is Daddy always not home?" I asked, batting my eyes innocently.
Well, he is always busy, so he cannot come home," my mother answered.
"But I have never met him before," I complained.
"And I just told you, he has a lot of work to do," she answered, patience slowly seeping away.
"What is his name?" I asked, as I did not know his name back then.
"It's Lukas." She said, "Enough questions for today. You should go to sleep, sweetheart."
"Frau Zelda, are you alright?" Medic asked. It seemed like I was dazed for a second.
"I'm okay, I spaced out a little just now." I answered. I pieced together the new information. His name is Lukas Kauffmann, and mine is Zelda Kauffmann (I had never told any mercenaries of my surname). My mother's name is Heather Anna Rosenberg, so is his wife. It only leads to one answer.
The BLU Medic is my father.
Don't worry, the story isn't finished. I don't know a lot about German surnames, so please bear with me. I might add another backstory on the next chapter, so stay tuned! Please rate and leave reviews.