"Gregory, I know you don't love me as I love you."

"Janette, sweetheart, please…You know that I love you more than anyone else."

"Oh Gregory, don't lie to me. There's no proof that you really love me that much!"

"Buuuuh! Pyro gimme the fuckin' TV remote! This is complete bullshit!" BLU Scout growled angrily and reached for the remote held in Pyro's gloved hand. The masked man murmured something and jerked his hand away from Scout's. The man on the old TV screen moved closer to the woman, closed her in his arms and kissed her softly. After he pulled away she let out a dramatic and semi-erratic moan, her eyes were closed and she gently touched man's chest. Pyro propped his head with his hands and sighed from adoration. They were sitting on scuffed leather sofa in their team living room, watching TV. In the room were Pyro and Scout and Demoman, but he was lying on the table, drunk as always. Suddenly the door opened and Liam marched in with mug of warm coffee in his hand. He was only crossing the room but the movie in TV caught his eye. He came closer and stood behind the sofa, where Pyro and Scout were struggling for the TV remote. They were so into the small fight that they didn't notice the tall Australian relying on the back of the sofa at all.

"Hmmmh, mhhm hmhmhhmm!"

"No way! The game starts any second now! Gimme that bloody thing!"

"NO!" That was Pyro's only understandable word.

"What are you guys watchin'?" Liam asked to gain their attention. Both struggling boys looked at him and stopped to fight. Pyro started to fumble hectically and pointed at the screen. The movie pair was holding each other in arms, not letting go. Scout sighed heavily and buried himself deeper into the cushion.

"He's watching some sweetheart bullshit." He said angrily and jerked after he felt a hard slap on his thigh. Pyro was the one who slapped him and he looked really pissed off. He pointed at the screen and said something sounding really offended. He grabbed TV program and handed it to Sniper, showing him the movie he was watching in it.

"It says 'Forget me…'That's the movie you're watching?" Pyro nodded eagerly.

"A tale of long hidden, but undying love. The troubles, mistakes and machinations of -"

"Blah, blah, blah. Boring. Look at the sports channel. Rugby starts now and he won't let me watch it!" Scout whimpered and Pyro just waved a dismissive hand in his direction. Sniper's eyes were jumping from title to title on the program page until they lit in excitement.

"Are you guys crazy? Galactic Wars – The Vampire Strikes Back will start in fifteen minutes!" Pyro and Scout changed confused looks and then they both looked at Sniper.

"Wh-Hey! Are you trying to tell me that you don't know them?" They shook their heads.

"Princess Leela? Luke Moonwalker, Han Duo?" They continued to look at him with that dull expression.

"Oh, don't tell me these names mean nothing to you!" Pyro shook his head slowly.

"Sorry man, no idea." Liam threw his hands into air in frustration.

"Not even Master Yoga? Or Darth Invader?" They shook their heads for the third time. Liam let out a reproachful sigh. He started to walk against the other door again.

"You two are helpless cases. Not knowing Galactic Wars, tsk-tsk." He murmured under his nose few moments before reaching the door.

"You aren't romantic enough! Have you ever brought me a flower? No. Asked me out for a dinner? No. Gave me a box of chocolates? Not even a chocolate bar. You have never watched a sunset with me, or gave me a massage! You are just using me for…for your needs!" The woman in the TV pouted. Liam's hand stopped in halfway to the doorknob. His fingers trembled a little. He took a deep breath and passed through the door. You aren't romantic enough! He heard that high voice of the actress in his head as he continued his way. A strange feeling settled in his stomach and squeezed it hardly. He felt like the silly sentence that the woman let out was involving him. Or connected with him somehow. The feeling in his stomach rose up and touched his heart, trying to freeze it into an ice brick. He started to count. How long do I know Viktor? He frowned and his eyes moved from side to side. Nine, ten…eleven. Eleven weeks, that makes…Nearly three months. Images started to fly through his mind. He was reviewing their meetings, or nearly dates, as he liked to call it. The icing around his heart melted as he remembered how good he felt with him, how happy and comfortable he was. His eyes widened. Three months without any one of the two of us being killed. Considering that they were almost every day risking their lives with high probability to get killed, it was a very long time. But Liam never told Viktor how he felt about him. Of course Viktor knows, but, it is different when the other person says it, though. They never spent much time together, they talk to each other less and less. Suddenly he realized that he is in his van, staring at his bed. His coffee was cold already and he put it on the kitchen link. As he touched the surface of it, a vivid memory came to his mind. He and Viktor, kissing quite passionately next to it. He smiled and caressed the rough texture of plastics beneath his fingertips. I never told him how much I care about him. Should I? He turned around and looked outside of the window just to see wry cracked ground with dry and dead trees growing from the poor soil. He saw a lifeless country and imagined the battlefield. Craters and bulletholes filled the ground that was no longer sand-yellow, but brown from the blood of deceased warriors. So many people died here, on this small square of ground. Suddenly, he became very aware that the next day could be his or Viktor's last. He gasped quietly and squeezed his eyes shut. Yes, I definitely should tell him. He looked at his watch. Tonight, he's meeting his doctor again, but he still has a lot of time remaining. He reached for the cold mug on the link and took a sip of the refreshing liquid. Maybe he should go to the living room again and try to persuade Pyro and Scout to watch Galactic Wars. A little of smile appeared on his face as he walked out of his van again and went back to the base.

The night air was fresh and cool to Liam's lungs. His arms trembled and he felt the gooseflesh to appear on the back of his neck and forearms. He was waiting under the bridge again, stepping from feet to feet. He checked the time again, assuring himself that Viktor was really ten minutes late. He sighed and rubbed his forearms with palms to heat up a little. What is happening? Viktor's never late. Dim light of the stars was falling on the ground and enlightened the sharpest features of all objects on the battlefield. It didn't seem that magical as it seemed when they were out together for the first time. Liam tilted his head and looked at the sky. Heavy clouds were travelling through the dark ink matter, obscuring most of the stars and the moon. All the scenery was darker, harder and scarier. A cold breeze played with Liam's mahogany hair and caressed his face. He threw a look towards the RED base. Finally. The well known silhouette of the doctor was running through the dusty land, reaching the bridge slowly. In less than a minute Viktor was already under the bridge. His breath was fast and shallow and he was propping his side with his hand to stop the stabbing pain in it.

"I..ehm…I am sorry for being late-" He managed to say between his hard breaths. Liam just smiled.

"That's alrigt." He said and hugged Viktor tightly. He felt his accelerated heartbeat. Viktor's breath hitched when he felt the firm muscles of Liam's chest. The marksman pulled back a little and gave a small sweet kiss on Viktor's lips. The smaller man smiled and ran his fingertips along Australian's shoulders.

"I had a little problem wizh sneaking out of zhe base." He whispered when Liam's lips left his.

"What problem?" Liam whispered back, smile reaching his mouth.

"Our Heavy needed to pull out zhe stitchez from his shoulder. It took me more time zhen I thought it would take." He chuckled. "He waz very afraid, he didn't want to let me touch his wound. And in zhe meantime the main gate waz locked zo I needed to find anozher way." He smirked.

"And what happened to the Heavy? A fight injury?" Liam knew thet with high probability it was a fight injury, but he wanted to keep on talking with Viktor.

"No."

"No?"

"Not really. Do you remember when you showed me how to shoot from your rifle?" Liam nodded.

"Well zhe man I accidentally shot was our Heavy." They both cracked into a grin and laughed hardly.

"…Did you like the shooting?" Liam asked after they stopped to laugh. Viktor nodded. Liam leaned closer and whispered to his ear.

"It's more exciting in the night, with night vision." Viktor's eyes widened and he looked at the marksman with question in his eyes. The Australian made a step forward the BLU side of the battlefield and stretched out a hand for the doctor.

"C'mon." He half-whispered into the dark.

Viktor was waiting on the wooden view, darkness surrounding him. His breath and rustling of the leaves was everything he could hear. After a while he heard the footsteps of his soulmate and the whole tree shook a little when he climbed up on the view with a rifle in his hand. Viktor's eyes lit up a little as Liam set up the tripod for the gun and gestured him to come closer. The doctor shyly sat closer to the rifle and clumsily caught gunstock.

"Well, I'm afraid zhat you'll have to remind me a little." He said, searching for Liam's face in velvet ink shadows. Viktor heard just a quiet rustling and then two slender, warm, strong hands closed around his own hands. Liam pressed his chest against Viktor's back, set his face next to doctor's right cheek and peered through the optics.

"Set your hands like this…good. Then look through the night vision and aim at the target…very good." Now the target was a bag with sand. Cans would be too loud for night shooting. Viktor's right index stiffened and just a millisecond before he pulled the trigger Liam brought his lips closer to doctor's right ear and whispered.

"I love you."