"Why didn't anybody inform me of this!"

"Whoa, calm down there Frenchie!" Scout patted the suited man on the back. "It's just another Spy, man. Nothing bad."

"Nothing bad?" Spy, the male one, questioned. "For all you know, she could be a double agent!"

"Spy," Sniper spoke up as he uncrossed his legs from the table. "She's not a bloody double agent."

"She's a woman, you never know what they're thinking!"

"Calm down you ladies man," Demoman slurred. "You're with a woman almost every night. I don't understand why you're being such an asshole towards our Spy."

"You one eyed abomination, I am you Spy."

"So is she." Sniper defended.

Spy stopped, the room going silent as he and Sniper stared at each other. Spy sat back down, locking his hands together and examining Sniper. "You like her," Spy asked with a smile creeping across his features, "don't you?"

Sniper, with his aviators covering his eyes, looked straight at Spy. It was a silent game, one that they played together way too often. Their little gambol soon ended when Sniper sighed, turning his head to the side.

"That's what I thought," Spy said with his thick French accent. He sighed, turning his head away as well, and spoke. "I can't believe I'm the one who has to stay here and train her."

At this, all the men in the room looked at Spy. But Sniper was the one to talk.

"You get to stay in here? Just to train her?"

"Oui," Spy responded.

"Oh no you don't, Frenchie! You are not crawling out of this battle! Even if it were to save your own mother!" Soldier shouted in his face.

"Shut it, you slobbering American! I didn't choose to help her, the god damn hag who we call the Administrator ordered me to. Plus, I wouldn't crawl out of this war... Nobody can. And even it was to save my mother, I would just be running circles."

"Spy!" Scout called out with a smile.

In unison, a male and female voice answered. "What?"

Both Spies looked at each other, one at the table surrounded by men, the other, standing under the door frame with Scout slinging his arm around her shoulders. Their eye contact never broke, even as Scout pushed and pulled Elise toward the table to sit. His choice in seats was not the best, because he sat her down right beside the other Spy.

"Um," Elise started.

"Don't speak, when not spoken to." Spy interrupted while looking away.

"Don't be so mean, Spy." Sniper spoke up as he looked at Elise, who ended up looking at herself through the Snipers reflective aviators.

"Shut up, bushman."

"So, just a question about my training..." Elise peeped.

"Don't be so timid. Be loud and intimidating to your enemies." Spy said without looking at her.

Elise clenched her jaw and tightened her fists under the table. "Is this asshole going to be my trainer?"

Everyone in the area stared in awe and many 'oh snap!' remarks came from the group. Spy snapped his head towards Elise, giving her a hateful glare. Elise just stared into his sharp grey blue eyes and slapped on a one sided smirk.

"Not so tough and intimidating now, are you?" Elise said.

Spy just got up and left the area.

"Wait!" Heavy boomed. "Spy is angry with Spy?"

"Yes, big guy," Scout said patting his back.

"Oh, Heavy needs to see doctor. Head is booming now."

"Doctor?" Heavy called from the other side of the door, knocking quietly with his colossal hands.

"Yes?"

"I can come in?"

"Of course."

With surprisingly gentle hands, Heavy opens the door, revealing the ordinarily stressed looking Medic.

"Ah, yes, Heavy. What is it?" Medic asked as he threw the file back on his desk.

"Doctor, Heavy is head hurting," Heavy said as he rubbed his bald head with a grimace.

"Agh, Heavy you are fine. Here," Medic responded as he dug in the medicine cabinet. He took out a bottle of the same pills that he gave Elise.

"Thank you." Heavy thanked while taking three pills and swallowing them as is. "Doctor," Heavy spoke after a minute of silence.

The Medic stopped organizing his desk and looked up at Heavy. "Ja?"

"New Spy is good, da?"

Medic smiled and laughed, a small almost unnoticeable blush creeping onto his face. "Yes, Heavy. The new Spy is good."

"Good. Spy does not think she is good."

"Really?" Medic raised his eyebrows while opening the file once more. "That's quite surprising. I was sure that he would be the very first to 'make a move' on her. I guess I was wrong." He continued to read the file.

Heavy noticed his disconnection from reality, and craned his head to see the name on the file. "Elise?"

"Where?" Medic scrambled from his seat, closing the file.

"Name of new Spy is Elise?" Heavy asked as he hopped onto one of the medical beds across from the Medic's desk.

"Uh... You were not supposed to know," sighed the Medic as he stashed the folder back into one of the filing cabinets. "Why don't we go get breakfast before the battle, ja?"

Heavy followed closely behind Medic, giving the back of the German's head a look of concern. "Medic is okay?"

Heavy couldn't see the Medic's face, but he was smiling. A wide grin that he hadn't expressed in a long time since the war began. "Yes, Heavy. I am absolutely fantastic!"

"Hey, Doc!" Demoman smiled as he slung an arm around the Medic.

"Hello, Demo."

"Where were you? Everyone was looking for you."

Medic grimaced at the Demoman's densely alcoholic breath. "I highly doubt that. Und, I was just... Looking at some files."

Demoman nodded and gave Medic a wide smile. "Alright!" Then he stumbled off towards the gate.

Sniper was preparing his equipment when Medic came up from behind him and tapped him on the shoulder. "Yeah?" Sniper asked without looking up.

"Hello, Sniper." Medic greeted.

"Oh," Sniper turned around, "hey Doc, what's up?"

"Do you know where Spy is? I haven't seen him this morning, and I must see him for... An examination."

Sniper paused and breathed out a heap of hot air. "He's with the sheila. Apparently, the Administrator ordered him to stay with her while we were out in the Battlements."

Medic inhaled deeply, and forced out a smile. "Oh, well..." he paused.

"Well, what?"

"I hope she gets trained well." Medic nodded his head. "Good luck, Sniper," he dismissed.

"You too, Doc." Sniper said before the Medic left.

The look on the Medic's face seemed out of the ordinary. Sniper had always seen the deranged German as a crazy Nazi who held no feelings. But that moment when he reacted to what the Sniper said, he'd seen a spark of an emotion that he didn't think was programmed into the Medic.

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