Vanilla ch. 6

Vanilla
pt.6


In the weeks that followed, Sniper and Medic got closer and closer. But, the RED Spy became more and more persistant, to the point where he targeted only Medic. Sniper would often lose sight of the young German, only to see him shuffling out of Respawn, often behind their Pyro(who seemed to grow quite fond of the little German, and would do its best to protect him when possible).

A knock on the door startled Sniper, who was busy taunting the enemy Pyro with body shots(he enjoyed teasing the enemy that way).

"Who's there?" He barked out, barely glancing over to the door.

"I-it's me, Herr Sniper..."

"What's the code word?" Another body shot, the Pyro freaking out and looking around for where they were coming from.

"T-teddybar...."

Sniper stood up and walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it. Medic stood there, blood on his suit and a deep gash on his arm. He was shaking, and Sniper saw tears in his eyes.

The Australian reached out, grabbed the German, pulled him close, and slammed the door, twisting the lock so it was secure.

"What happened?"

"Z-Zhe Spy... H-he.... Keeps attacking me... Every time I come back from Respawn...." He buried his face in Sniper's shirt and cried. Sniper held Medic, patting his back.

"C'mon, Mate... Let's get that arm cleaned and wrapped up." Sniper gently pried Medic from around him, and started taking off his coat. Medic just stood there and let Sniper undress him, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"You okay, Medic?" Sniper looked concerned, and even moreso when he doused the wound in alcohol and all he got was a sharp intake of breath.

"Vhy am I so veak...?" Sniper paused in his wrapping of the cut, and looked at Medic.

"You're not weak...."

"I am! If I vas not, I vould not be sent to Respawn so much in one day! I vould not be here, vizh a cut on mein arm. I vould not need the protection of our Pyro as I leave Respawn. I am veak..."

Sniper sighed and finished wrapping the cut, then pulled Medic close.

"You're not... It takes a strong person to contiue to fight, after being sent to Respawn so many times."

"I vant to be stronger.... I vant to be able to protect myself, if I need it.. But, zhey do not give Medics a good veapon... Bonesaw isn't strong..."

Sniper thought for a minute, before getting up and picking up the unused Huntsman in the corner. He wrote a note on a piece of paper, and wrapped it around an arrow. He then shot the arrow into the battlefeild.

"In a bit, I have someone who can help you with that." He just chuckled at Medic's confused look.

Moments later, a knock came from the door.

"Open up, you Dummkopf! If you do not, I vill bust it down meinself!"

Medic squeeked in surprise. Only one class spoke German, and that was Medic. He was the only BLU Medic, so that meant...

"I-it's zhe RED Medic?"

Sniper laughed as he opened the door. In stepped a tall man, with short blondish hair, and bright blue eyes. He was wearing the RED Medic uniform, and was splattered with blood.

"You DUMMKOPF! If you vanted my attention, zhere are better vays to do it zhan to kill mein Demo in front of me vizh your schtupid arrow!"

Sniper laughed, holding the shaking, scared BLU Medic. RED stopped his yelling, and looked at the little German.

"Oh, Guten Tag!"

"G-guten Tag..."

"Vat is vrong vizh him? Does he speak English?"

"You're scarin' him, Mate. He's easily frightened, and a RED comes in here ranting, I'm surprised he hasn't wet himself!"

BLU Medic blushed and pushed on Sniper, causing the Australian to chuckle.

"Anyvays, vhat did you need me for? I could get in alot of trouble for being here und not killing you two."

"Yeah, I know. Well, my Medic here, wants to be stronger. Your Spy's been harassing him today, and he wants a way to defend himself." BLU Medic blushed at those words, nodding in agreement.

"Vell... Medics aren't meant to be strong, like Scouts or Heavies. Ve are supposed to heal, but ve CAN fight. Zhere are a few veapons out, zhat help us defend ourselves. Do you have any veapons?"

"J-just zhe Bonesaw and Syringe Gun..."

RED Medic looked shocked.

"Zhey have not let you upgrade? Oh, mein liebes Kind..." He reached on his belt, producing a wicked looking blade.

"Zhis is mein Ubersaw. Vhile I love zhis veapon, I do not mind giving it to you."

BLU Medic looked shocked. He handled the blade carefully, almost as if he were scared he'd break it.

"It is an upgrade to your Bonesaw. It is a little better than zhe Bonesaw, and shows you how much your Uber is filled. I should not be helping you so much, but... Herr Sniper is mein friend. And mein Heavy likes you. He is upset vhen you run avay." RED Medic chuckled at the thought.

"That.... And other reasons, mon amour..." Came a suave French voice. BLU Medic squeeked and clung to Sniper, fearful.

"Uncloak, Herr Spy. You are scaring your Medic." RED snapped. In moments, the BLU Spy appeared, wrapping his arms around RED Medic.

"I apologize, Medic. RED Spy is giving you trouble? Would you like me to take care of him for you?" BlU Spy purred, causing BLU Medic to whimper.

"N-nein! I-I mean... I vant him to leave me alone... B-but how vould you....?"

"I am a Spy. I can get rid of anyone for good."

BLU Medic's eyes widened at the though. But, he shook his head.

"Nein... I do not vant you to take your time to do zhat for me..." The Spy shrugged and nuzzled the RED Medic's neck.

"Gerald, stop zhat... Not here on zhe battlefield..." The German hissed. The Spy reluctantly let go of the older Medic, frowning. A cry for Medic had both Germans turn.

"Zhat vould be mein Heavy..." RED said, his voice sad. "As much as I enjoyed this chat, I fear ve cannot do it too often. Take care of yourself, mein BLU counterpart."

With that, the RED Medic rushed out, leaving the BLUs alone. BLU Medic looked down at the saw, smiling a bit.


"He... Vas very nice...."
"That's why I love him, mon ami. He is not as cruel as most Medics are. You and he, are similar in many ways. And, that is why he helped you. That, and he is friends with your Sniper, and of course, my lover..." The spy took out his disguise kit, taking out a cig and lighting it.

"I must go, now. Their Engineer is persitsant about his sentries, and those cause problems for us. Au revoir!"

With that, the Spy cloaked and was gone. Medic looked down at the saw again, then up at Sniper.

"You want to head back to the battlefield, right?"

Medic nodded, and gave Sniper a quick hug.

"Danke, Herr Sniper. For helping me out like this. Erm... I vill see you after zhe battle!"

With that, he left. Sniper smiled, locking the door after Medic left, and sighed. He took out his rifle, aiming it out the window, and saw the RED Medic, tailing the Heavy. The German saw the blue dot and looked up, right at Sniper. He frowned, but Sniper laughed as he pulled the trigger.

"'Twas nice seeing you again, Mate. Maybe one day, we can drink again, like we used to..." He said to the air. "I miss those days...."