Medic loved to watch the rain.
He was sitting at the top of the Laser Tower, gazing at the darkened clouds. A drop fell to hit his head, and he grimaced.
"Guten tag, Docteur. Not packing?"
He rubbed at his own forehead. "I don't really have anyzhing to pack." He blinked. "Are you-"
Spy sat down next to Medic, and blew a smoky cloud through the rain. "Sniper and I share his van, everything we have is in there." He leaned against Medic, grinning. "How are you enjoying your time with us at RED?"
Medic sighed. "It's not like BLU at all." He stretched, and laid back. "Spy?"
"If...If I liked someone..." Medic folded his hands, resting them on top of his chest. "And...zhey...might like me back, how vould I know?"
"How-?" Spy leaned back, laying next to Medic. "You mean...how would they act to you?"
"I dare say you both would blush, make up excuses to stay around each other...simple things."
"Oi, Mister. Van's ready when you are." Sniper sat next to Spy, and nodded. "Y'awright, Doc?"
Medic sat up, blushing. "Ja, ja. How are...you?"
Sniper rolled his eyes, and took off his akubra and aviators, stretching out. "I'd do better if this sneaky bastard helped me stock the van."
"Shut up! You know I was hurt!" Spy did his best to look injured. Sniper scoffed.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever, you and I both know you were fine the minute the medigun hit you." Sniper leaned closer to Spy, their noses inches apart. "Say, you thank our Doc for that?"
"Oh, of- Wait. Non! Oh, I am terrible!" Spy wailed. Medic watched, torn between laughing at the theatrics or crying. "What kind of monster am I?"
Sniper was laughing into his hand covertly, and Spy threw an arm around Medic. "Thank you, Docteur, for the impromptu surgery and the mind-blowing sex I had with Sniper afterwards."
Sniper choked, and slapped at Spy's shoulder. "He didn't need to know that!"
"Nonsense!" Spy pulled Medic closer. "The threat of death does wonders for your sex life, I have found."
Medic cleared his throat. "As long as you two are using protection..."
"But of course. I always keep my weapon at hand."
"I think you two are a terrible influence." Sniper laughed.
"Hey! You guys coming or expecting a teleporter?" Engineer shouted up at the trio. "Make sure you've got everything!"
Medic sat back up, and sighed, following Sniper and Spy down the ramp. As they reached the bottom, Spy gently tugged on Medic's sleeve.
"A word of warning. Don't play poker against Heavy."
Spy turned to glance at Sniper, who coughed. "Heavy has one hell of a poker face. Beat Spy and me in the same game. In the same hand."
Medic let an eyebrow arch. "Oh, really? Vhat did he win?"
Sniper turned redder than his shirt. "Let's just say, he had front row seats to a very private show." Spy grinned. "Adieu, for now. Enjoy the train ride, Docteur."
Engineer grinned. "Coming, doc?"
"Ja." Medic followed him, biting on his lip. "How long vill zhe train ride last?"
"Well, usually takes us about eight to nine hours. Mann Manor's a fair way north." Engineer led him towards the station, where the large locomotive waited. "Go ahead Doc. We're just finishing stowing our equipment."
Medic slipped on board the train, blinking. "Hey, Medic! How's it going?" Scout called noisily from one of the seats. "Come on, we're gonna play some poker!"
He indicated Pyro and a deck of cards. Medic frowned, but sat beside Scout nervously, hands resting on the table in front of him. "Do you play often?" He asked. Scout shook his head, adjusting his cap.
"Pyro and I play once every couple of weeks. Why?"
"Just curious..." Medic mumbled as Pyro shuffled a deck of cards, dealing cards to Scout and Medic. Medic blinked at his cards, and arranged his face into a carefully neutral expression. Glancing at Scout, Medic sighed. "You know zhe idea behind zhis game is not to let ozher players know what you are zhinking?"
"Huh? I never know what the hell Pyro's thinking." Scout laughed, and hid his nose behind his cards. Medic sighed, and set his cards face down on the table. "I pass."
"You're no fun!" Scout scowled, and tossed a flattened bottlecap towards Pyro. "Call."
Pyro flicked two flattened bottlecaps to the growing pile. Scout glowered, and matched his bet. "Deal, mumbles."
Medic watched with interest. Pyro carefully picked up the deck, and slid one card face down, before setting three cards face up.
Medic let a hand support his chin. His seven of clubs and two of diamonds had been no good after all. He let his mouth twist as Scout tossed another flattened bottlecap towards Pyro.
The cards on the table were all Spades of various numbers. Scout must have been holding either a Jack or higher to bet. Pyro wasn't backing down either, matching Scout's bets. He watched as two more Spades joined their fellows on the table, and Scout tossed his cards face up.
Medic grinned. He had a Jack of Spades and a King of Clubs, giving him a Jack-high flush. Pyro flicked his cards over, revealing the Ace of Spades.
"Aw MAN!" Scout cried out. Medic laughed, and sat back. "What're you laughing at, dummy?"
"Little men playing?" Heavy's hand lowered to the back of the seat. "Can I join?"
Medic swallowed as Scout nodded. "Sure thing!"
Heavy slid into the seat next to Pyro, opposite Medic. "Pyro is good dealer. Playing as well?"
Pyro shook his head as he reshuffled the cards, mumbling a greeting to Demoman and the others as they took refuge in the seats next to them. Medic shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Pyro delt cards out. He swallowed thickly, and stared up at Heavy, who was grinning. "Last time I played was...against Sniper and Spy."
"Did you win?" Medic asked, his voice catching in his throat. Heavy's grin widened, and he nodded.
"Da. I beat them both in same hand." Heavy smirked. "Spy told you...yes?"
Medic nodded, suddenly aware that he was flushed. "Did Spy tell you what I won?"
Scout laughed as Heavy looked very pleased with himself. Scout studied his cards, scratching his cheek.
"Was game of high costs. If either of them won, I was to be their slave for a week for each." Heavy scooped his cards up, and studied Medic's face over their edges. "I won, and got a fantastic prize."
Medic scooped up his own cards, and stared at them blankly.
"I got to watch them fuck."
Medic knew he was bright red now. He set his cards down, and folded his hands carefully onto the back of them. "How was it?" He asked, staring blankly at the creases of his gloves.
Heavy hummed to himself. "Very...passionate. They like to claw and bite each other lots. Lots of name calling as well."
Scout pulled a face next to him. "Dude. Don't need to know that much about Sniper and Spy's sex life."
Medic tapped the table to pass that round of betting, and Heavy smirked, also passing that round. Scout threw his cards to the center of the table, huffing. "I will play you for similar bet, Doktor."
Medic's hand paused over his cards. "Vas? But we haven't-" He stopped. Of course. Heavy didn't need to play against him for long. "Your terms?"
"If you win, will do whatever you want me to for a week." Heavy adjusted his bandolier, and grinned.
"Vhat if you win?" Medic asked breathlessly. Everything was getting warm and tight. He had a feeling he knew what was about to happen.
"You do whatever I want you to for a week."
Medic studied him for a long moment, and bit his lip. "All right. Fine." He peered at the corner of his cards, and studied the flop. "I'm in." He hissed anxiously.
Heavy nodded, and set his own cards face down. "I am in too."
Pyro delt the next card silently, and everyone stared silently at Medic, who stared down at the card with a blank expression. He tapped the table. "Check."
Heavy wasn't looking at the card at all, staring down at Medic. He grinned. "Two weeks, Medic."
Medic's heart lept into his throat. Heavy had always called him 'Doktor' before. He bit his lip. "Three weeks."
"Hey, aren't you guys takin' this a bit-" Soldier reached over the back of the seat to clamp his hand over Scout's mouth. "Mmph!"
"This doesn't concern you, son." Soldier managed to look threatning even through his helmet.
Medic continued to stare up at Heavy, his heart thudding noisily in his throat. "Five weeks." He croaked. Heavy nodded, and turned to Pyro. "Last card, Pyro?"
Dealing the last card, Pyro motioned for them to reveal their cards. Medic carefully slipped his fingers underneath his cards, and turned them over. He didn't need to look down, he knew what cards he held. He closed his eyes.
Heavy tutted. "Such a shame. You played well, Doktor." He reached out to pat the back of Medic's hand. Medic hung his head, and laughed at the Queen of Diamonds and the Queen of Hearts, before peering at Heavy's King and Ace of Hearts.
The Ace of Clubs had been the last card to emerge. Without that, the hand would have been Medic's. He sighed, and tore his gaze away from the cards to look out of the window, startled to see the moving terrain. "H-how long were we playing?"
Heavy rubbed his chin. "Not too long." He crooked his finger, grinning. "Doktor, join me in next cart? We need to talk."
Medic sagged, and nodded mutely. This would not end well.
Twisting his fingers together nervously, Medic flinched as the door behind him closed. Heavy's hand stopped him from venturing further into the quiet carriage, and forced him to turn.
"Are you all right?"
The simple question caught him completely off guard. Medic felt tears prickling in his eyes, and shook his head. "Why did you agree to bet if you are not comfortable with it?" Heavy asked. Medic stared stubbornly at Heavy's feet. He didn't have to answer. He could happily stand there as long as he possibly-
"Medic." Heavy's hands enveloped his shoulders, and Medic stared up at him.
"I vant to know what you plan on doing to me." He whispered, chest heaving. Heavy looked upset. "Are you going to-"
"Why would you think that!?"
"Spy and Sniper-"
"Conferred first to make sure we all understood risks. They agreed, and, when they lost, were very gracious." Heavy's hands slid to Medic's upper arms, and rubbed soothingly. "I was allowed Spy's watch. They didn't see me. Didn't know I was there." He made a soft noise. "Was nice to watch others sharing feelings."
Medic sagged. "Zhey didn't tell me zhat."
"Tell you what, Doktor. We go back to original bet. One week." Heavy let go of Medic. "I promise, nothing too...too...rude. Deal?"
Medic nodded. "Danke...Heavy."
"You should sleep, Doktor." Reopening the door to the occupied cart, Heavy guided him in, gently pushing him down. "Will wake you when we get to Mann Manor."
Medic huffed as he sat down, but slowly removed his glasses and gloves, handing them over to Heavy. "I'll be all right." He whispered. Heavy went to rejoin the others, and Medic shrugged off his coat and loosened his tie, using his coat as a makeshift cover as he settled down to sleep. "I'll be all right."
Rolling onto his back, Medic groaned. Something warm was weighing his hands down.
"Herr..." He opened his eyes, and winced violently. "Nein. Neinneinneinneinnei-"
A hard smack hit his cheek. "None of that."
Medic bit into his tongue on reflex, and stared up at the BLU Soldier silently, as he removed his helmet, and slid his hands to cup Medic's face gently. "You shouldn't have run away, cupcake." Soldier growled. "You know what I'm going to have to do."
"You dirty little slut, you don't deserve any mercy." Soldier's hands moved lower, and Medic choked. He tried to move his hands to wrest Soldier's hands away, kicking at whatever was pinning him down. "Please!"
He was going to die. Medic rasped for air, his lungs burning.
Something stabbed his chest violently. "Mhdhhc!"
Sitting up suddenly, Medic coughed violently.
"Hrr yhh hkhrr?" Pyro's gasmask was peering down at him. "Mhdhhc?"
Eyes watering, Medic blinked up at him. "I...vas...asleep?"
"Yhs." Pyro's head tilted, and he carefully reached up to loosen the filter from his gasmask. "Sorry." His voice was clearer without the filter in place. "You were thrashing about. Everyone else is unloading our stuff, I said I'd stay and watch you."
Medic let his breath escape in one long sigh. "T-time to get off? He asked, startled.
"Mhm." Pyro nodded at him. "C'mon Doc."
Running a hand through his hair, Medic watched as Pyro replaced the filter, and started gathering his things. "Ah, where are mein veapons?"
Pyro pointed at the base, and Medic nodded. "Good." He followed Pyro off the train, only to start violently when he tripped into Soldier, landing heavily against his back. "Ah!"
"Woah!" Soldier eased him back onto his feet. "All right there, Doc?"
"J-ja." Medic pulled away, his back pressing against the train as he held his coat and clothes against his chest. "Sorry, Herr Soldier."
Soldier frowned. "No, I'm sorry, Medic." He rubbed the back of his head nervously. "Clearly you're not comfortable being around me." He turned around. "Hey, Truckie!"
"Solly?" Engineer frowned at him. "What's going on?"
Soldier sighed, and indicated Medic, who stiffened. "Spooked him. I didn't mean to."
Engineer glanced between the two of them, and sighed. "Oh, Doc. C'mon, Heavy's in the base, we'll get you set up in your infirmary. Okay?"
Medic nodded dimly, and stared fixedly at the floor as he passed Soldier, and Engineer slipped an arm over his shoulders. "Aw, hell. I'm not gonna hurt you." Engineer murmured. "Besides, as flatterin' as that may be, I'm already in a commited relationship."
"Aw, c'mon, haven't you noticed? Me and Solly?" Engineer laughed. "He's a bit crazy, but damn if he ain't a great guy."
"Is everyone in RED in a relationship?"
"Scout and Demo sometimes have sex, but I think that's more down to hormones than anythin'." Engineer hummed. "Spy and Sniper have been dating for a few years, I heard they met while Sniper was out in France." He sighed, and glanced over at Medic. "Pyro's just happy to have friends, and Heavy...well, he likes you. It's nice to see a Medic that needs a Heavy as much as a Heavy needs his Medic."
Medic started suddenly as Engineer stopped. "Howdy there, Heavy. Think you lost this guy somewhere back there."
"Ah! So sorry, was carrying weapons inside." Heavy patted Medic's shoulder. "Team took care of you, Da?"
Medic sagged. "Ja." He followed Heavy, and smiled. "We...we have a good team."