"Medic!" Heavy booms over the gunfire. "Charge me!"
With an evil laugh, Medic growls and says, "with pleasure." He flips the switch on his medigun and both Heavy and Medic are covered with a crimson shield.
Heavy laughs at all the dead bodies in his way. "I'm bullet proof!"
"We have captured the enemy's intelligence!" the Administrator cries into the microphone.
"Ja! Good job, Scout!" Medic congratulates as he trails behind Heavy.
Scout grins and gives a thumbs up to Medic. "Piece of cake doc!"
"Shoot," Spy yells as Elise straightens out her stance.
"Hold on, you impatient bastard! Let me position myself!"
"You will not have the time to position yourself when there is an enemy right in front of you. You will have to make do. Learn how to deal with these situations under pressure."
"I'm sorry I'm not a professional snob like you," Elise laughs as she shoots straight through a BLU Scout's wooden chest. "How come these cut-outs are blue and not red?"
"You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"We are RED; Reliable Excavation Demolition, founded by Redmond Mann. They," Spy says as he points to the wooden cut-outs. "Are BLU; Builders League United, founded by Blutarch Mann. This whole thing was caused from-"
"I know the story. Medic told me already." Elise interrupts.
"Good. Less work for me," Spy says as he clasps his hands behind his back and turns away from Elise. "Now, shoot again."
No answer.
"Shoot again." Spy repeats. He turns around and sees nothing. A frown forms on his face as he walks around. "Try as hard as you must, my dear, but you cannot hide from me. I've been doing this for long enough to know where you are." Spy slowly pulls out his gun and circles the room. "Where are you," Spy whispers to himself.
"You're dead." Elise says from behind Spy.
As a natural reaction, Spy turns around and tackles Elise. He unstraps the watch from her wrist and points the gun to her forehead. "Surrender!"
Elise puts her hands up and turns her head away. Spy's eyes widen a bit and he slacks back. In sudden realization, Spy crawls back from his position; hovering over Elise, between her legs.
"My apologies." Spy apologizes.
Without hesitation, Elise gets up and pounces onto Spy, clumsily flipping her knife and placing it on his masked neck. "You weren't prepared for that, were you?" Elise asks out of breath.
Spy counters her attack with a slap to the hand, causing the knife to clatter to the ground, far away from Elise's reach. He picks her up and slams her gently onto the table. The weapons fall to the ground as Elise struggles to get out of Spy's grasp.
"Surrender." Spy repeats.
"Fine! I'm serious this time!" Elise pushes Spy off of her. "Damn, you're too good."
"Thank you." Spy dusts off his suit. "We need to work on your self defense skills."
"What are you talking about? My self defense skills are fine. You didn't get a scratch on me."
Spy expertly flips his knife open and holds it close to her neck. "Do you want one?"
"No." Elise says with staggered breathing.
"Control your emotions. Don't be afraid." Spy reminds as he flips the knife and tucks it away. He takes his gloved fingers and grabs onto Elise's mask, pulling it down to hide the showing skin.
"Uh, thanks..." Elise says.
"Get up, and defend yourself." Spy instructs as he walks away and stands on the small dusty mats in the corner of the room. "This may not be much, but we have to use what we have."
"Um, okay?" Elise answers timidly.
Spy looks into Elise's eyes and then scans her body. "What do you think you're doing?"
"What?"
"Defend yourself!"
"But I don't know what to do!"
Spy growls and throws a hard punch at Elise. Luckily for her, she steps to a side and dodges the punch.
"Whoa, that the hell was that for?!"
"I said defend!" Spy yells again. He throws another punch and Elise dodges it again, this time deflecting it and then punching Spy in the stomach.
His well exercised abdomen feels like obsidian.
"Ow!" Elise cries out.
Spy stops and holds Elise's hand. "Are you okay?"
He removes her glove and pushes her sleeves up to look at her wrist. "Form a fist," he instructs.
Elise tries to but winces in pain. "I can't, it hurts."
Spy traces the bruise that starts to quickly form. Elise is mesmerized from his intricate patterns that are being burned onto her skin from his touch. All of the sudden, he slaps the injury.
"Ow! Are you insane?!" Elise cries out. "My wrist is broken!"
"It's not broken, it's sprained. Now continue defending." Spy says.
"You know what, no! You're taking this too far! It's only my second day of training, and you're already breaking my bones!"
"That's your fault for not learning how to punch. Here," Spy takes her non injured hand and places it on his stomach. "Punch right there."
Elise can't. She won't. How could she? She's frozen from feeling this man up.
"Spy?" Spy, the male, calls. He has never called her that before. It was so unnatural and unheard of to Elise, that she just ignored it. "Punch me."
Elise moves her hand up and down Spy's stomach and chest. Before she could go any lower, Spy takes her hand and pushes away.
"Stop. I didn't ask you to do that. I asked you to punch me."
"Oh, sorry." Elise blushes and shakes her head. "I just- I wanted to... I couldn't-"
"Stop stuttering and punch me."
Elise winds up and tries to punch Spy in the stomach, but without struggle, he grasps onto her wrist.
"Look at your hand."
She looks at her hand and then looks back up at Spy.
"Your wrist is curled. Don't do that. Keep your wrist strong, not curled." He takes her fist and straightens it out. "Keep your fist tight."
Elise does as she is told and adjusts her arm and hand.
"Now punch!" Spy demands.
Elise takes up all the energy from her legs all the way through to her arm. With a powerful cry, Elise punches Spy in his abdomen. With a loud grunt and growl, Spy absorbs the impact.
"Oh my god, Spy! Are you okay? I didn't mean it!" Elise holds onto the heaving Spy's stomach.
"You're stronger than I thought," Spy wheezes. "Maybe I shouldn't have underestimated you."
"Really?" Elise completely forgets about the Spy's pain and flexes her muscles. "Huh, I never noticed."
"Now, let's continue with training." Spy forces out as he pulls out his knife.
"C'mon, get the briefcase you lazy scums!" Soldier yells.
Sniper can see all of this through his scope in his nest. The familiar smell of cigarettes fills the room. With a grumble and one swift movement, Sniper drops his gun and picks up his Kukri, swinging in the air. His knife tears through something fleshy, and he grins.
"Got'cha you French bastard!"
A BLU Spy materializes in front of Sniper and falls to his knees. "I hope you die in hell," he says as he falls limp in his own blood.
"Treats you right, you bloody spook."
A crackle sounds behind Sniper and before he can react, a knife stabs through his back. A blood curdling cry emits from his mouth, and he drops dead in a matter of seconds.
"Ten seconds left in the mission!"
"You got blood on my suit," BLU Spy taunts.
"Three..."
"Oh, and tell you're Spy that he is a coward, and an embarrassment to Spies everywhere!"
"One..."
With a click of his watch, the BLU Spy disappears.
"Victory!"
"Yeah! We won you BLU bastards!" Scout and Soldier run off and chase the losing BLUs.
"Victory," Spy says when the horn goes off.
Elise takes this opportunity and unfolds her knife slowly, ducking under Spy's arms and going behind him, putting the knife at his neck.
"Dead," she says.
"Shoot." Spy sighs. "I think training is over."
"What? No! It can't be. It hasn't even been that long!"
"It has been six hours."
Elise pauses. "Six?" Elise asks in surprise.
"Six." Spy confirms.
"Jesus Christ! I don't think I'll survive out there!"
"Once you get used to it, it'll feel like it's only been five minutes. Trust me. I mean, look at you. You have been training for over six hours, and you're already lost for time."
"I see your point." Elise nods. "So... what'll we do next training class?"
"Nothing."
"Nothing?"
"Not until you get your wrist healed." Spy points to Elise's now blackened wrist.
"Ew, that looks horrible."
"Let's go," Spy bends down and picks up Elise's glove. He hands it to her and leads her out into the hall.
"Good work out there, ladies!" Soldier cheers. "I think it's time to celebrate!" he bellows as he digs into the fridge for beer.
"Way ahead of you, mate!" Demoman cheers as he takes a big long swig of his scotch.
"You all celebrate, I've got some papers to organize." Medic smiles and leaves the room.
"We'll try to save you some booze, Medic!" Scout cries out.
From the hallway, Medic can her Scout cry out as Pyro scolds him for trying to drink. Scout was, after all, only 19. He had two more years to go until he was able to drink with the men.
As Medic gets to his office, he sees Spy standing in front of Elise who is on the medical bed, holding her wrist.
"What did you do to her?" Medic asks as he pushes his thin framed glasses higher up on the bridge of his nose.
"Don't blame me, blame her." Spy accuses.
"Whatever, just leave, herr Spy." Medic commands.
"Wait, why do I have to leave?"
"I must heal her."
"And I can't watch?"
"Leave." Medic repeats.
With a scoff and rolling eyes, Spy leaves the room.
"So, fräulein, what happened?"
"I punched Spy and ended up breaking my wrist doing so." Elise laughs a little and sways her feet. "How long will it take to heal?"
Medic ponders for a moment. "Five minutes?"
"Five minutes?!" Elise say in amazement. "How?"
"With this," Medic says as he pulls down a weird looking gun. "This is a medigun. I use this in field to heal our teammates."
"W-what? How does it work?"
"Hell, I would be smarter than Einstein if I knew how this worked. My only job is to heal people, not to know all the mechanics of my tools." Medic smiles at Elise as he flips a switch.
A crimson red glow of gas looking light flows onto Elise's wrist. Medic takes her wrist to help support the structure. Without any thought, Medic starts to stroke her wrist, a feeling that was over the line of friendliness.
"This, feels good." Elise groans as the beam of crimson continues to heal her.
Medic's face goes red as Elise continues to groan. He starts to feel hot, and is urged to take his coat off. But if he were to do that, it would mean he would risk exposing the tent slowly rising in his trousers. In order to distract himself, Medic lets go of Elise's hand and coughs loudly.
"Are you okay? Does it still hurt?" Medic forces out as he attempts to hide the rise. He buttons his coat and coughs again. He returns to his position beside Elise and takes her hand again. "Do you still have the pills I gave you?"
"Yes," Elise sighs with a smile. She looks into Medic's eyes and tilts her head. "Why?"
"Just in case of after affects," Medic informs.
"Is it hot in here, or something? Your sweating like crazy."
"No, it's just. I- uh- have my coat on."
"Why don't you take it off?" Elise asks.
"Well, I wouldn't want anyone confusing me with another member of the team."
"Hm, okay then."
For over six minutes, Medic and Elise stay in the silence. No eye contact, no verbal communication.
"I think it's been five minutes." Elise turns her head and finally makes eye contact. Medic, through the whole process, has been staring at Elise. "Uh, doc?"
Medic's eyes are clouded, and Elise's breath hitches.
"Are you okay over there Medic?" she nervously laughs.
Medic takes a step up to her bed and turns off the medigun, pushing it away and turns Elise to face him. His bare, bloodied hands on either side of her hips.
"Medic?" Elise asks with wide eyes, showing fear and excitement. "What are you-"
Before she could talk any more, Medic leans up and kisses Elise without hesitation.
I'm getting goosebumps! It's getting pretty saucy up in here! ;)
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