Vanilla ch. 16

Vanilla
ch. 16

"Isn't he beautiful when he's upset?"

"You're fuckin' sick! You know that?!"

"So I've been told... You know... You're a quick little bunny... But... I'm quicker..."

"O-oh, God.... P-please, man! All those jokes I cracked... They're just for fun... P-please don't... N-no!"

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Dieter sat in Gerald's room, scribbling away at the note pad. He was casually doodling a stick person, frowning at his own lack of artistic ability. He jumped, nearly out of his skin, when he heard the door unlock, then open. He sighed when the BLU Spy walked in, mask in his hands.

"Did I scare you, Dieter? I'm sorry! It's late... Why are you still awake?'

"I vas drawing! Or.... Trying to draw...." The man frowned, looking at the stick figure he drew. He ripped it out, crumbling it up and throwing it onto the floor. There, it joined many other pieces of paper, all bearing the RED Team logo, and containing other failed attempts at art.

Gerald laughed, bending down and picking up one of the balls and unfolding it. It contained a really badly drawn bird of some kind.

"It is Herr Owl.. He lives in mein office... Und I miss him...." The little German said, setting the note pad in the drawer of the nightstand next to the bed, and laying down by the wall, burying himself in the blankets and pillows.

"Don't worry, Dieter. We'll get rid of that RED Spy soon, and you'll be able to go back to your office before you know it. I'm sure Mr. Owl understands why you're not in there. They're very smart birds, you know..."

"Ja...." Was all Gerald heard, before soft snoring. He smiled, locking his door and undressing. He folded the suit, frowning at the blood stains, and pulled out a pair of blue striped pajama pants. He pulled them on, sliding easily into the bed, chuckling when the younger German turned and clung to him, whimpering. Gerald sighed a bit, petting the man's hair.

"It'll be okay, mon ami. Soon.... We'll make sure you can sleep easier...."

~~~

Dieter awoke screaming, the room lit up by a light outside. Gerald sat up quickly, pulling the man close.

"It's okay, Dieter. It's just a storm!" the French man said softly, petting the shaking man's hair. Dieter man didn't speak, he just clung to Gerald, and when the Spy looked down, he noticed Dieter crying.

"What's wrong, cheri?!"

Dieter was sobbing silently, shaking slightly and clinging to Gerald tightly.

"Z-zhe last time.... It stormed... Vas before zhe RED Spy........" He let out a shriek when thunder crashed again. Gerald held him close, frowning. He knew the little medic was skittish, but had never seen the man cry. He couldn't help but want to protect the younger man, even if it WAS just from a storm.

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The sun was just starting to rise, when a loud explosion rocked the bases. Dieter woke up, screaming, Gerald gripping him and keeping him from darting. Everyone ran outside, to see what was wrong, and were greeted by the sight of the RED and BLU Engies, cussing up a storm.

"What in the hell happened here?" Soldier demanded. The Engies both turned and looked at everyone.

"Lightning struck the Respawn machine! It's totally fried!" RED Engie said, growling and pointing to a smoking machine just past the fences that surrounded the battlefield.