Well. It's been a terribly long time, fellas. I realize just now that it has been a FUCKING YEAR since I last uploaded and I am so, so sorry. I left you hanging with dying Liam and unsolved things and I am oh, so sorry. *please don't hurt me*

Anyway, lot of things happened throughout that year, I changed schools, I made a Tumblr account as YayaPear and I even cosplayed Fem!Medic : post/81084702684/my-cosplay-during-game-expo-and-animeshow-2014-in

Well, I hope you'll enjoy this new, long chapter and I really, really hope that there won't be any stupid typos…. And reviews always make my day :3

I'm just a pathetic human being that has no sense here. Just flowing through crowds of people, seeing their concern in other things. Their family. Their job. I have none of those, yet I fight for survival every day, just trying to prove myself that I'm worth something more than the others. That's why I'm pathetic. Just a weak-

-gasp-

-crouching little-

- cough-

-piece of-

His eyes were itchy, but his throat itched more. He reached for it, tried to scratch the itch away, but there were other hands to stop his. Their touch was so familiar, firm, but caring. Warm, but rough. He felt his heart beating faster and faster. He was puzzled, all those smells and sounds were coming at him all at once. He smelled something sharp, sour and he would swear to god that it smelled green, then something bittersweet and metal that he smelled thousand times before. Then some flowers maybe? And spices? He heard low hums that he couldn't recognize and other, higher hums which were oddly known and were repeating themselves. Those hands moved from his wrists to arms and squeezed powerfully. Those high hums were clearer. It was a voice. He realized that his eyes were opened all the time. There was a man sitting close to him, his hands on his arms, gripping tightly. He knew this man. The voice belonged to him.

"Liam! That is a name, isn't it? Wait!

He blinked really fast and looked around himself, confused as he just came to this world. The hands loosened their grip and an embrace appeared instead.

"God, I'm so happy that you're awake." The man in his arms whispered and he finally figured out his name.

"I-I'm happy too." Liam said, his voice rough and raspy. A strong jolt of pain flew through his throat as he spoke. His hands reached for it once again and felt the itchy fabric of bandages. Viktor raised his head to look Liam into his eyes.

"You shouldn't talk too much, the stitches are fresh." He said, face filled with concern and love. Liam nodded and swallowed painfully.

"You had your throat cut open. There was blood..everywhere." Viktor whispered, his icy eyes darting from one edge of the bandage to other. "I couldn't stop ze bleeding for a long time. I thought I'd lose you." His hands squeezed Liam's shirt, searching for support and serenity. Liam put one hand around Viktor's back and the other behind his neck to guide the black haired head into the crook of his neck.

"It-allright. 'm here." He managed to whisper. Viktor was nodding, breathing in the scent of life that the body of his soulmate was radiating. He really had the thought that he would never smell it again. But now it was all right. He was awake. He'll stay. Viktor calmed down, pulled back from the embrace and corrected his glasses. Liam looked around the place and recognized Viktor's office. All the memories from before flooded his mind. That week he spent in this very place all those months ago with his right hand and hip bandaged to prevent it from infection. With Viktor taking care of him, bringing him food and water, keeping him alive, although they were from opposite teams. He was looking at the room's walls and Viktor seemed to notice.

"Do you want to know what happened?" He asked and Liam nodded quietly.

"Vell, as our Pyro set your Spy on fire, he pulled away from you and the knife…it seemed to…" Liam nodded, understanding how hard it must have been for Viktor to watch it. "Then Pyro caught you and you were bleeding heavily. Spy cut your carotid artery and trachea open. You lost your consciousness quickly. Then we decided to take you to my office, so Pyro carried you, I waz trying to keep the cut closed and Scout waz protecting us." Viktor was talking slowly. "It was a long road and we almost lost you…But here you are." He patted Liam on his shoulder.

"Then I fixed the biggest damage, sewed your artery and trachea back together. But zhe tendon on your neck will take a lot of time to heal, so don't move much."

"And others? Figt..ing?" Liam wheezed out and Viktor shook his head.

"No, the fight is over for today-" The noise from outside the building interrupted their conversation. It was two voices, yelling at each other on top of their lungs.

"Open up yer base! That's an ORDER!"

"Says who?! That punk-ass BLU bitch who can't see further than insides of his HELMET?!"

"I'LL SHOW YOU WHO'S A BITCH! Open up immediately so I can retrieve my GODDAMN sniper from your GODDAMN base!" Liam looked at Viktor with confusion.

"Soldiers?" He asked and Viktor nodded slowly.

"Looks like they know that you're here." He sighed with a desperate 'what now?' expression on his face. Suddenly, there was a sharp knock on the door. Viktor stood up from the operating table and walked to the door.

"Who is it?" He asked, his voice stern, but hand gripping the doorknob tightly in fright.

" S'me." Scout's voice came from the other side of the door. Viktor's shoulders relaxed a little.

"You alone?" He asked.

"He's with me." Scout's voice was annoyed a little. Viktor's head shot back from the door to look at Liam in confusion and fright.

"W-who is?" There was a rustle heard from behind the door and then something slided it's body against the wood. And finally, they heard Pyro's muffled speech that sounded like a cheery greeting. Viktor swallowed and opened the door. Scout and Pyro quickly entered the room and closed the door gently, careful not to emit sounds. The room went silent, Scout looked from Viktor to Liam, Pyro stood by his side and Viktor relied on the cabinets lining the walls of his office. Liam was still half-sitting, half-lying on the metal table in the middle of room. Scout came closer to the table and looked at Liam again.

"Man, you look like shit!" He exclaimed, raising his hand to poke the bandages but he was quickly stopped by Viktor. He slapped his curious hand with a rather pissed "Don't!"

"Okay, okay, chill Doc. So…how's he doin'?"

"-m…fine." Liam stuttered out, but only earning a doubtful look from Scout.

"Yeah, I can hear that. Well, what are we gonna do now?" Viktor narrowed his eyes at Scout.

"Vhat do you mean by 'we'?"

"Well, we're a team now." Scout chirruped, accompanied by Pyro's eager nod. Viktor pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Oh mein gott, did you hear him? A team," he raised his gaze to glare at Scout, "And vhat do you want to call us? Team rainbow? Couldn't you just mind your ovn business?" Scout just rolled his eyes.

"We saved your sorry asses back there, so you should be grateful. So what are we gonna do now?" Viktor looked at Liam and they both slightly nodded. Then Viktor looked back at Scout.

"Ve'll stick to the plan. We're leaving tonight." Scout frowned. But before he could say anything, he was interrupted by hard, swift footsteps on the hallway accompanied by angry muttering. They were getting closer. The RED teammates looked at each other and then at Sniper.

"Quick, you need to hide!" Scout exclaimed.

The door shot open with a loud bang as they collided with the wall behind them. In the doorframe was the RED Soldier, standing tall and his shoulders square. His squinty eyes scanned the room.

"Yes?" Viktor asked, his tone nonchalant, but he felt cold sweat pooling around his shirt's collar.

"A little privacy here?" Scout called from the metal table, where he jumped mere seconds before the door opened and he pulled his shirt off. Pyro was sitting on the chair in the corner of the room, gently swinging from side to side. A normal checkup you would say.

"What are you doing here?" Soldier asked, or more, barked out. Viktor raised his eyebrows slightly at Scout.

"Well, I was…was uhm, feeling a little sick at my…at my lungs." And he coughed to prove his point. Viktor's eyes jumped nervously from Scout to Soldier and then to the tall cabinet on his left.

"Why are you here Soldier? Are-are you feeling sick as vell?" Viktor asked, eyes pinned on Soldier as he began to walk around the office, his boots clicking against the rubber floor.

"No, I'm not. My health is iron solid since I kicked that commie's fat ass out of this country back in seventy-third. No, I'm not sick, I'm here to do just a check. You know why?" He raised his chins, so his eyes were visible from under the thick helmet. Viktor swallowed and shook his head quietly.

"You know, there's a BLU Soldier standing in front of our base telling me to let him in. Why you ask? Well, he's swearing to whatever there is, that there's a BLU Sniper inside this base AND with you." He waved his head in Viktor's direction but he didn't stop pacing around the office. Then he laughed.

"Those BLU monkeys must be truly desperate to get into our base even in not fighting time! But I ain't stupid, you know. There's nobody in here, is it? " Everybody in the room let out a breath they didn't know they were holding. So the Soldiers don't believe each other. Well, that wasn't unexpected, considering their mutual hate. Soldier stopped few feet from the tallest cabinet and inhaled deeply.

"Don't you smell blood?" He asked, genuinely curious. Well, what could you expect in war doctor's office? He looked at the ground and saw a whole bunch of bloody footprints on the green floor. Viktor's jaw tightened as he remembered the hole in his foot that the BLU Spy made just few hours ago. It still wasn't healed, he didn't have time to do it. The blood was smeared all over the floor, footprints of various sizes going to various directions and back. But there were ones that did not go back. They ended right in front of the tallest metal cabinet.

They all heard few drips fall on metal. It was like a clock ticking their luck away.

Tap-tap-tap

The lights were buzzing in the room louder than before. Air was still and filled with the sharp smell of fresh blood. A tiny red stream went from underneath the cabinet door. Soldier made two quick steps towards it and reached his right hand out. There was no time for hesitation. Just deeds can turn the situation.

WHAM

The oxygen bottle in desperate hands has a big power, big enough to put a man into unconsciousness even when he is wearing a thick helmet like Soldier was. The cold iron bottle slipped out of Viktor's sweaty fingers and clanged against the floor. He stood over Soldier's body for few seconds, then his torso shot forward and he opened the cabinet. He was still there, pale as death, squatting at the bottom of the cabinet with his thin hands clamped around his lower neck in delirious spasm. The blood was seeping through the full-soaked bandage and flowing onto the blue shirt, forming horrible maps on it. He was wheezing, sweat marbling on his forehead and his eyes were glassy in fear. He searched with them for help and relief and somehow he managed to find it in Viktor's terrified face. The small smile on his long face shook Viktor out of the shock and he crouched in front of him and pressed his skilled hand on the re-opened wound. It was bad, but better than before. Viktor quickly unwound the soaked bandage from Liam's neck.

"I need new bandages Scout!" Viktor ordered. He didn't notice that their two allies quickly repositioned themselves from their prior places to barely a foot behind Viktor's back.

"Ehh, what?" Scout stuttered out.

"Bandages! Third upper cabinet from right! Quick! Pyro, help me get him on the table again." Pyro agreed and Scout ran to the cabinets, frantically searching for the bandages. The way to the table was hard, it reminded Viktor of how the three of them ran away from the battlefield just a few hours ago. His grip on the wound loosened a bit so he could look at it. The stitches were torn, probably from Liam's swift moves as he hid himself and from the high blood pressure emitted by the stress. Gott, he was bleeding all the time. Liam's breathing was shallow and he was shivering from the blood loss.

"Pyro, lift his feet up and hold zhem in place so he doesn't go to shock. Scout! The bandages!"

"I can't find them! Couldn't you just heal him like you heal all of us?" A tsunami of rage flew through Viktor's body. He gritted his teeth and turned to look at Scout.

"If I could I vould! And that's third cabinet from left you moron!" Scout leaped to the right cabinet and grabbed three cylinders of gauze.

"Right, put zhem there, now hold the edges of the wound together." Scout swallowed hardly and carefully placed his fingers on the incision. Viktor found the needle and thread on the tool table. His hands were slippery and it took him more time than usual to put the thread in the eye of needle. This isn't good, this isn't good. As always, the time was against them. Liam already lost a lot of blood before. Viktor approached the table and leaned against Liam's neck, when they heard a knock on the door. Viktor didn't know when tears started to roll down his cheeks.

"Who is it!" He yelled, his voice rough and broken. He can't lose him now.

"It's me." A deep voice with thick Russian accent rang from behind the door.

"What do you want?" He asked, blinking away the tears so his vision would become clearer.

"I need to go inside."

"Not now, I'm busy." His voice was shaking.

"I need to go inside." Liam's eyes were rolling to the back of his head.

"I said NO!"

"I will break the door."

"NO, please don't-"

"I'm counting to tri. Adin…"

"Listen up you fucker, go away!" Scout shrieked, pale and obviously nauseous.

"Dva.." Wir werden alle sterben…

"Tri." The door cracked and fell down on the floor. RED Heavy had to bend down his head to go through the sad-looking empty doorframe. He looked around the room and at three desperate man leaning above the fourth, half dead one. Viktor looked at him, standing tall, but feeling empty inside.

"What is it." He whispered in defeat.

"I have a package to deliver to you." Heavy said with determined expression.

"A package." Viktor repeated.

"Yez, my…well he said that it would help." Viktor's empty eyes followed Heavy's huge hands as he patted through all his pockets. A package. How could that be so important. Liam is lying on the table, life running out of his artery and he came in just to deliver a package. It wasn't supposed to be like this. They were supposed to run away and never look back. They were supposed to live together until they grow old and wrinkled. They were supposed to go see fireflies every night, fight for the coffee every day, and listen to music together. Why can't it be like that? Why all these people have to ruin their happiness? First off, this yokel over there. What is he even doing here? He busts through the door , interrupting the salvage of his dearest Liam's life. And what's that thing he's handing to Viktor? Yeah, the package. It's some big glass vial full of…

"Vhat?" Viktor's eyes were wide. The vial was filled with light blue thick liquid emitting soft glow.

It was the BLU team healing liquid. Right in his hands. A huff of air escaped his lungs and his lips curved into a smile.

"Doc! What are ya doin'!?" Scout yelled from the table and Soldier on the ground moved softly.

"I-I…I need my medigun!" It was already hanging from the hanger above the table. Viktor opened the cartridge and a light red honey-like fluid splattered across the bloody floor. Viktor's fingers lit up a little after his own healing fluid washed his fingertips. As it splashed on the ground, a good amount of it reached Viktor's injured foot and he felt light tickles and pricking as the wound healed itself. He quickly cleaned the insides of the cartridge and then he filled it with the blue liquid. It has to work, please. He turned up the switch and the gun hummed lowly. Come on. Sparks of electricity ran on the surface of the gun as the blue ray went out of the barrel and hit Liam right in his chest. Blue light flooded the room and then it decreased to a gentle glow around Liam's neck. Everybody in the room was standing still, eyes glued to the healing process. The light was reflecting from Viktor's round glasses, banning others from seeing his hopeful and scared gaze. He has to live, they are so close right now. The medigun was sending sparks of electricity to the surrounding air, making the hair of the closest fighters stand. The air was ionizied and it smelled like rain. Finally, the glow dimmed and then went out. The gun stopped humming and last sparks flashed. They were all looking at Liam, but no one came closer. His blue eyes were still closed, but his breathing was calm and steady. The cold sweat from his forehead disappeared, his cheeks had the right coulour again and the gaping wound from his neck left no sign. Viktor put two his fingers on Liam's neck, searching for his pulse. When he caught the slow thump-thump of Liam's heart, he let out a laugh of surprise, relief and happiness. He was there to stay. They can still run away, their future has a chance again. He couldn't believe it. He caressed the skinny cheek and turned away to look at Heavy.

"I'm sorry doktor, but I had to hurry. I did not vant to scare you or anything." He said, gesturing with his chin on the broken door. Viktor looked at him, eyes wide. For a moment he forgot about all that unfortunate situation before the healing. He opened his mouth, eyes darted from left to right side of Heavy's face, unsure of what to say.

"Don't vorry about the door, Heavy. But, what? How did you know zhat I would need the BLU healing liquid? And where did you get it?"

"And how did ya know that we would be here?" Scout continued.

"Hmmmmh-frm-hm-hm hmm-mh, hm?!" Pyro ended, waving his gloved hands at Heavy. Soldier on the ground moved and whined, but he only earned a kick into his head as an answer from Pyro.

"Vell, to be honest…I have a close…friendship with their doktor," Heavy pointed at sleeping Sniper, "and we saw the incident between you two and them," he pointed at unconscious Soldier on the ground, "So Martin tells me: Kolja, we will help them. Here, take this, find them and bring it to them. And I said: Okay, no problem. So I took it, found you and brought it to you. He gave me the glowing water and I went to your office, but I had to wait until the fight ended to give it to you."

"But zhe fight ended three hours ago." Viktor didn't understand.

"Sure, but first I went to lunch and after the lunch I'm always tired, so I took a nap." He said, shrugging. Viktor's eyes widened and he gritted his teeth. His posture against Heavy changed rapidly within last minutes. At first, he wanted to kick him in the face, then he wanted to hug him, maybe kiss him on the cheek, but now he wanted to kick him in the face again. They could have avoided all the stress, despair and crying if he came before. It looked like Scout heard his thoughts.

"But that doesn't matter now, Doc. Your boy is safe." He said with a smile and patted Viktor's back. Viktor slowly let out all the steam and calmed himself. It's all right now.

"Thank you…Mike. And you too, Kolja," things were getting a little too personal for his liking, with the names and friendships, but he felt taht even if he didn't like it, it had to be, "I don't know how we vould manage this without you."

"Hnnnnnnh." A sad whine from behind Scout rang through the room. A smile flashed on Viktor's face.

"And yes, of course. Thank you too, Pyro."

"Mhhl." He said, his voice suggesting. Viktor frowned a little. He didn't quite understand what Pyo just said. But then something unusual happened, something that never happened before. Because Pyro belonged to a special program, he never had to go for medical check-ups, never spoke to anyone, no one has ever seen his face. But now he plunged out the filter from his rubber mask and took a deep breath.

"I said my name is Miguel." His voice was completely different then they all imagined. The masked man always remained a mystery for all of them, they could only guess his personality, gender, nationality, face… well, everything. They were kindly surprised. His voice was really nice to listen to, it was deep, boyish, flew like a honey and spiced with a light Hispanic accent. They could only stare. Scout's smile was smug and he wrapped his arm around Miguel's shoulders like he was declaring Miguel as his own. Miguel chuckled and nuzzled Mike's shoulder with the back of his head.

"Well that's…that's good to know." Viktor muttered, looking away shyly. His eyes stopped on Liam's forehead, wondering when he would wake up. But after a loud snore has been heard he realized that there was another person in that room that could wake up easily and that was the right opposite of what they wanted. And he wasn't the only one to realize.

"Guys, what are we gonna do with that fucker?" Scout asked, letting go of Miguel. Viktor looked at the body sprawled on the floor and then at the surroundings. His eyes narrowed and gears in his head buzzed.

"I have an idea…" Miguel said.

Few minutes later the cabinet was cleaned from Liam's blood. Soldier's strong body was bound up tightly with Viktor's bandages. He looked like a mummy from a cheap horror movie. They pushed him into the cabinet together, but they couldn't make the unconscious body meet their interests. He was always falling on some side, sometimes he face-planted on the ground… Finally they sat him up inside the cabinet, his head relied on the right metal wall, his butt on the left, his mouth hanging loosely. Heavy pursed his lips.

"Maybe we should stuff his mouth with something. So he doesn't scream." Heavy said and they nodded in agreement. Viktor took out another bandage.

"Maybe we should punch him in the dick, so he gets what he deserves…" Scout suggested. Viktor nearly dropped the bandage. And when Pyro, who has in the meantime plunged the filter back, said something uncannily similar to: "Maybe we should set the cabinet on fire!", Viktor understood that he has to intervene.

"No, no, no, kids, nothing like that. We could stuff his mouth, but no punching, no setting things on fire, no other bloodshed, understood? Ja? You know, this one didn't do anything, he was just on a wrong place at the wrong time. I would punch the other one…" He finished, clenching his fists tightly. He set the bandage on the tool table and closed the cabinet door. He let out a exhausted breath and looked around the office. All the major problems were solved, now they have to wait until Liam wakes up, then hop into his van and drive, drive, drive until they are far away. He looked at the door on the floor. They weren't broken, they were just out of the screws on the doorframe. Maybe they should repair it. Wait, wait, why they? The one who broke them should repair them.

"Kolja, could you please put the door back where they belong?" Viktor looked at the empty doorframe and his breathing stopped.

The problem was, that the doorframe wasn't empty. There was a male figure inside, holding a brown glass bottle and looking at them with wide eye.

"Well, either I drank too much of this shit…" Demoman made a pause, "or you all just fucked with our Solly." He finished, genuinely confused. He scratched his head under the woolen beanie, brows crinkling. "Tell me, guys, what are you all up to?" Viktor put down his glasses and ran his head through his eyes forcefully. This is going to be a long night.

"Why don't you take a seat and join the team desperate?" he murmured, "and Kolja, please put the damn thing where it was before." He gritted his teeth and sat on the metal table, next to sleeping Liam. He ran his small hand through Liam's brown hair, seeking for a strength to stand the situation. A light spasm went through the sleeping face, but nothing else happened. Legs of the chair scratched the floor as Demoman sat down and faced Viktor and the door clicked back into the screws as Heavy put them back with ease. All eyes were glued to Viktor, because no one conscious in that room has heard the whole story yet. Viktor bit his bottom lip, caressed the sleeping face one more time and began to tell the long, long story.

"Well, and that's how we ended up here, with Liam sleeping on zhe table, Soldier tied up in the cabinet and BLU Soldier and Spy chasing us." Viktor ended, his throat dry and raspy from the talking. The RED team was quiet, replaying the story over and over in their heads. Viktor swallowed and looked at his feet.

"That is such a nice story," Miguel said, his voice dreamy, "you are there for each other, fighting for freedom…so beautiful…"

"Or like from a bad cheap romance book." Mike muttered quietly, earning a slap on the back of his head.

"Don't insult my literature, mono!"

"I remember Martin telling me that he had a patient, who told him that he had a heart attack but he was all right. But I didn't know that it was him…"Kolja chuckled. Viktor scratched the back of his head and blushed.

"Well, yes, that's a stupid part that we both would like to forget." The team laughed for the first time. The atmosphere was relaxed.

"In that time Martin and I had an argument. He told me that he was rude at his patient for no reason…" There was a rustle on the table and a sigh. Viktor turned around quickly to stare at Liam. The long, thin finger went into air.

"I remember that," Liam croaked out, "he even hit the sink." He finished with a smile. Viktor's face melted into a bright smile.

"You are lucky that I am not like that." He whispered, hugging the lying body of his boyfriend. Liam let Viktor caress him and he hugged him back. When Viktor pulled away, their fingers remained entwined.

"How long have you been listening?" He asked, immediately forgetting about the others in the office.

"Since you told them about the week that you have healed my hand and hip here. You talk so nice about us." He said with a smile. Viktor's grip on Liam's hand tightened and a little tear escaped Viktor's eye. They were interrupted by Mike imitating vomiting sounds and earning another slap from Miguel.

"You should learn how to be polite, Mike."

"But that's why you are with me. You love the rudeness."He whispered the last sentence and smiled smugly.

"Yes, yes, everybody loves your douchebag side," he poked Mike in the ribs, "also, I am terribly sorry about that hand and hip. I set your view on fire, it's my fault." He said nervously. Liam shrugged.

"The worst is already behind me and you can't rewrite the past. But I forgive you, if that is what you wanted to hear." Miguel nodded. They sat in silence for few moments.

"So, if I am getting it right, you guys are about to escape now, yeah?" Demoman asked, rubbing his left cheek.

"Yes. Now, when Liam is awake and healed, we can go to the van, open the gate and drive away." Viktor said with hope in his voice. But then someone cleaned his throat.

"Well, Doc, Miguel and I, we were thinking if you two could…maybe take us with you guys?" Mike stuttered out and Miguel nodded eagerly. Viktor's eyebrows shot up high, so did Liam's.

"Why?" Viktor asked, confused. Mike frowned and tilted his head left.

"What d'ya mean 'why?"

"Why do you vant to escape?" Scout snorted.

"You serious?" When he didn't get an answer, he looked at Miguel and then back at Viktor in complete disbelief. "We ain't waitin' until we get caught and sued. I don't wanna to get in trouble with the Adminisrator. And also, we're fed up with this place and fights and blood and, and death waiting at every corner! I-I…"

"We just want to go home, you know." Miguel finished. There was an uneasy silence in the room for a while. They looked at each other and a somehow telepathic conversation began. Well, it shouldn't be much of a problem, there's enough space in the van for four people. They don't know where they are driving, they only said that they would go north. Maybe they could take parts in driving, that would only be convenient, they would travel a bigger distance without stopping. Sure, only if boys can drive a van. But the biggest problems are…

"Food and time, boys," Liam said, "we don't have enough food for four people and time constrains. You aren't packed, are you?" The boys shook their heads. Liam and Viktor looked at each other again, and then Liam looked at his wristwatch.

"Listen, now is precisely eight fourty-three P.M. If you two manage to pack your stuff and bring more food and water until eight fifty-five to the van parked near the gate, we'll take you with us. We are departing precisely at nine, if you don't make it…" he shrugged with apologetic face, "then we're sorry. Viktor, do you remember the code?" He asked when he dismissed Mike and Miguel. Viktor just nodded. "All right, so we better get going."

"We'll take you to the gate, right?" Demoman asked and Kolja nodded. Liam looked surprised.

"Oh, I… forgot about you two! Y-you don't mind that I'm…"

"What?" Kolja asked.

"Well, you know…BLU." Liam said hardly, almost regretfully.

"Nyet." Kolja shook his head.

"Naah, no worries, boy." Demoman threw his hand into air like he was chasing away a fly. Liam was surprised. It went better than expected. Also, it's been a long time since someone called him a "boy". Liam swallowed and sat up with Viktor's help. He was still weak. The gun healed him, but it wasn't calibrated for the BLU medicine, so he was still suffering from blood loss. He relied on Viktor and they looked at his office for the last time. So many memories, smells and sounds were contained in it. Liam sighed, closed his eyes and Viktor turned the lights off and locked the door.

The way out was quite easy, they didn't meet anyone on the hallways. The part of building where Viktor had his office was very calm and deserted. Maybe because everyone who stepped there immediately thought about Viktor's stern and cold doctor side during every checkup and surgery. And yes, even if you don't feel any pain, it always wrecks your nerves when you see your vital organs being pulled out of their cavity and examined. So at this time, when it was getting darker and darker nobody was walking around the doctor's office or near it. It was nothing personal against Viktor, no, but that place gave the team goosebumps. But if anyone was looking right now, he would see two figures relying on each other and two other as their escort. They were moving quietly but swiftly. They all already knew the way outside so they navigated themselves even through the dark. It didn't take long for them to get out of the base. The air outside was still warm from the sun that has set only a hour ago. They all took a deep breath and began to sneak in the shadows of the buildings like cats in the night. Their steps were quiet. Little clouds of dust were setting themselves free with every step they took. The air wasn't moving, the night was still. There was no sound to be heard, just their breaths and wildly beating hearts. Their jaws were clenched. They didn't think that they would encounter someone on their way. Fortunately, they had luck on their side. Liam looked at his wristwatch. Eight fifty-three. The van could be seen from where they were standing and they were approaching it with every step. Liam fished out the car keys from his pocket and caressed them with his thumb. They are finally going to do it. It was the thing that both of them dreamed of, but never spoke of it, until now. But now it's the time. Now they are going to show them all. As they came to the van he opened the door of it and sat in the driver's seat. Viktor was looking somewhere into the darkness, checking whether they were safe. BLU Soldier and Spy should be at the base, getting healed by their Medic. There was no one to harm them. Two figures were running towards them with two bags in each hand. They made it right in time. Liam stood up and opened the back door of the van. The boys threw their bags inside. Mike has put his earpiece and cap down and packed it into his bag. Viktor couldn't remember seeing the boy without it. Even when he came to a checkup he took it off for the minimal time. Now he ran a nervous hand through his short hazel hair. But then their gazes slipped at the other boy following him. At first, Viktor jerked up and wanted to defend himself from the unknown person, but then it clicked in his head.

That's Pyro for god's sake!

He couldn't make out the features in the dark, but he saw a mop of black curls and a significant aquiline nose. He didn't have his rubber overall and Viktor realized that he is very young and very thin. Maybe too thin to carry a flamethrower around every day. It was too late when he realized he was staring.

"Are we going or what?" Miguel muttered, turning his head away and covering half of his face with his hand shyly. Viktor looked down on the ground.

"Yes, yes, we are. Just…get inside guys." He looked at Liam on the driver's seat and he gave him thumbs up. Viktor smiled and came over to the main gate. He kept repeating the passcode all the evening. 2-8-7-0….2-8-7-0

He came to the number pad and set the code.

2…8…7…0

His jaw clenched even tighter. Why the hell is nothing happening?! He tried again

2..8..7..0

Nothing. He looked around himself, eyes wide in disbelief. It can't be…

"What is it doctor?" Demoman asked, relying on the van's metal wall.

"I-I can't seem to…the code…It must have changed." Viktor stuttered out, sweat rolling down his forehead. Demo just smiled.

"Step aside, boy. There ain't a thing that a good ol- friend dynamite wouldn't do." Viktor looked at him in awe.

"Wha-no!" He nearly screamed.

"Why not?" Demo jibbed, his body tilting on side. Why not? Is this a joke? The whole action would backfire, suddenly everyone would know that there was something happening, they all would hear an explosion.

"The others will hear it! Zhey would know that we're running away!" Demo just snorted.

"D'ya think that no one knows? Administrator sure knows, at least her." Viktor's throat went dry.

"We should hurry before there's somebody to ruin yer plan, y'know."Demo said, pulling out a dynamite out of his pocket. Viktor sighed, ran his hand through his face for a millionth time this evening and looked at Liam. He nodded.

"Allright. Let's blow them up!" Viktor said and hopped into the van.