Come With Me - Medic x Pyro
"Hudda!", a muffled voice called as the sound of a phlogistinator blast resounded through the BLU base. Two familiar figures running through their courtyard, RED Medic towed by his favorite fire obsessed comrade. The phlog his friend carried sparked to life. The cool metal had quickly lit with a lovely apple color, static shooting off in several directions. Medic sprinted behind the Pyro; their laughter echoing within the halls of this Teufort base.
They were both quite amused, a bright smile on Medic's face as he and Pyro continued with their antics. By the time the phlog ran out of power they had committed a complete team wipe; the Administer shouting through her microphone, "We've taken the enemy intelligence!"
The doctor grinned as Pyro motioned for them to retreat. They ran together and met up with Scout down in the courtyard. Pyro gently gave Scout a pat on the head before he ran off with the intel, leaving Medic and Pyro to ensure he wouldn't be followed.
"Where is your doctor now?", came Heavy's yell from outside the front entrance. Medic glanced in that direction; his glasses reflecting the light that shone through the door. It was sunny today, and yet not quite warm enough for summer. The rickety bridge that ran over the small divide in between the bases creaked as Scout ran over it. Sunlight rained down and into the building in golden beams, as if god himself was using a medigun to heal the ground the sun touched. Even with the sound of gunfire, Medic found this place to be quite beautiful.
A 'whoosh' sounded behind him however, and Medic found himself pushed to the dusty ground; not seconds later Pyro slamming his fire axe into a recently de-cloaked Spy. His gaze shifted to Pyro, a surprised look on his face. Pyro, seemingly, looked back at him and reached a hand down to him. Medic gladly took his hand, and was immediately pulled off of the ground.
"Victory.", the announcer's voice calmly announced. Pyro grabbed Medic into a hug, a muffled laughter coming from within his mask. Medic chuckled and hugged his friend back; his cheeks dusted red.
"This calls for celebration, my friend!", He said to Pyro as he pulled away. A simple nod is what he received in response, before Pyro grabbed his hand and pulled him out the door. Medic snickered and followed closely behind as Pyro lead them back to base. This was an often occurrence when they were victorious, and thus Medic could already guess what they were going to end up doing.
He was lead through the halls of the RED base, their team high-fiving and dancing throughout the building. Medic was lead down into the intel room re-supply, where he and Pyro generally hung out to play games and watch television. Pyro ushered him into his normal sitting spot before he ran out. Medic tilted his head at this, though wouldn't question it. His friend worked in mysterious ways, he had learned over the time they spent together.
Medic remembered when he had first joined the Reliable Excavation Demolition team. He had been quite introverted, left namely to himself within the confines of their respawn area; working on the medigun and left to his own thoughts. He thought back to when Pyro joined, and how the fire lover would come in to visit him.
Pyro could often be found bringing in hair clips for Medic during that time, gently moving his hair out of his face for him while he worked. For a while Pyro had even started asking him about his work; in his own, Pyro way. That had been a while ago, however.
Medic felt a tickle on his forehead. The little fluff of hair that normally remained brushed slightly to the side had come down once again. He leaned against the wall and gently reached into one of the many containers that hung around his waist, pulling out one of the many hair clips Pyro had given him. He gently moved the hair up and clipped it, the black color contrasting with the pink clip.
The door slid open, Pyro rushing in with a couple of boxes. He practically slammed them onto the floor. He pulled a large blanket from one of them and lied it down in front of the supply container, grabbing the other two boxes and dumping their contents down onto the blanket. He then, politely, gestured Medic to take a seat.
The doctor sighed a bit and nodded, sitting about a foot away from Pyro. The contents of the boxes Pyro had dumped varied. Several game boards with pieces mixed together, some sandwiches that had been wrapped in plastic, Old movies, an entire package of balloons, and a fist sized rock. Medic raised a brow at the last one, picking up the rock with a gloved hand.
"Pyro?", he looked over at the aforementioned maniac only to be pulled into a hug then immediately pushed away. Pyro's hands flailed a bit, roughly the same level that his shoulders sat at, and even with his mask it was almost obvious that he was smiling. He reached over and took the rock from Medic's hand, only to turn it over and shove it back towards him.
On the other side of the rock, it seemed as though Pyro had drawn a smiley face. It was even labelled with the name 'Craig'. He chuckled a bit and gave the rock a small pat before setting it down.
"Clever", he remarked and smiled at Pyro. Pyro motioned an 'oh, you' at Medic before picking up one of the gameboards and handing it to the doctor. Medic looked it over, finding that the checkered black and creme board had been drawn on. Small doodles of flowers, bees, and various other life littered its surface. He couldn't help but smile as Pyro pushed the other boards onto his lap, revealing similar drawings on all of them.
Medic picked up one of the game pieces and snickered with what Pyro had done to it. He picked up a few more only yielding the same result; his snicker turning into a giggle of amusement quickly. Every single one of the pieces had googly eyes glued on, with little mouths to match. He found it quite amusing that anyone, even Pyro, would have taken the time to meticulously place them on such small pieces.
Pyro pulled Medic onto his lap and nuzzled him as if he were a dog, his arms hugging the doctor tightly in an awkward sort of cuddle. The doctor laughed and looked at Pyro.
"You are quite skilled with glue, mien freund.", he gave Pyro a toothy smile.
The door opened after a few seconds, interrupting them. Both of their heads turned, almost in unison, only to find Spy standing there.
"Gentlemen.", he frowned. "We've received a message from our employer. We're being moved by tomorrow morning.", Spy commented simply. "I'd recommend packing your bags. It doesn't seem as though we'll be back for a while."
Pyro nodded and gave him a thumbs up. Medic however, frowned with the news.
"Where are we being sent?", he asked.
"Coldfront.", Spy responded in turn; his resting face giving him an almost annoyed look.
"What?", Medic tilted his head as he pushed out of Pyro's arms. "I wonder why.", he stated. Spy simply shrugged in response before exiting the room, leaving the pair to themselves.
Medic looked back at Pyro. "Shall we pack, and continue this some other time?", he asked. Pyro's shoulders dropped as he slumped in disappointment, but gave a thumbs up nonetheless. "Ah, don't worry. We'll spend time once again when we reach the new base.", Medic nodded at him and stood up; brushing himself off. "You can show me more of your collection another time.", the German patted Pyro on the head and started to clean up.
After a while, everything ended up back in their respective boxes and the two had stood up. Medic gave Pyro a quick hug before pulling away. "I'll see you tomorrow morning then.", he gave Pyro a wave before exiting the resupply.
Pyro nodded and waved back, even with the boxes in his hands. He looked back down at the boxes through the darkened glass of his mask. He loved his rock Craig, and loved that Medic liked Craig too.
Craig was his favorite rock.
By the time morning had come, the team was already bustling. Almost everyone ran around in their pajamas as they desperately tried to get last minute packing done before the administrator announced that it was time to hit the road. Solder was cramming heads into boxes, Heavy was talking to Sasha as he buckled her into one of the team van's seats, and Sniper was taking one last bathroom break.
The only ones whom weren't scrambling were Pyro, Medic, and Spy; all of whom whom had all their belongings in boxes the night before, after everyone else had decided to head to bed. Pyro stood outside in a striped night shirt and soft pants with a fire print on them. Somehow, his mask had managed to land itself on his face regardless of his missing suit.
Medic's pajamas were similar, though his were slightly softer as they had recently been washed and his were a solid red color; though they were extremely baggy, and his shoulder practically fit through the neck hole with his head. Spy had already dressed in his suit, his mask and cigarette in place as they had been the day before.
It was cold this morning, a light fog hanging over the base as the three stood outside. Medic began to shiver. He could see his breath, and looked at Pyro.
Pyro caught his gaze and with a cheerful 'aa!' from within his mask, he wrapped the healer in a warm hug. Pyro cuddled him as the team rushed their belongings into the van. Medic leaned into his fiery companion, resting his head on Pyro's shoulder as he huddled for warmth.
After a few moments, the Administrator's voice popped up on the intercom.
"Leave, now.", her voice echoed before it completely disappeared. They waited for a second to make sure she had nothing left to say, before one by one everyone moved into the van. Medic and Pyro had decided to take the seats in the very back, Sniper, Spy, and Scout taking the ones ahead of them, followed by Soldier, Heavy, and Sniper. In the very front sat Engineer, along with someone they assumed had been sent to escort them in the van.
The vehicle roared to life, and almost immediately they were off. The surrounding area of Teufort was rather barren save for the small river that ran across the middle of their battlefield. They followed the water for a bit, Medic noticed, before the river pulled off away from the van. He sighed and leaned back, against Pyro slightly. He set his head on Pyro's shoulder and shut his eyes.
Pyro wrapped his arm around Medic, a delighted giggle resounding from within his mask. He gently pet Medic's hair, running a gloved hand through it. He was careful not to pull and watched as Medic's chest began to rise slower. After a little while, his limp body slumped against Pyro and soft snores escaped his slightly parted lips. Pyro snickered and, glancing forward to ensure no one would notice, snuck a small kiss to Medic's forehead through his mask.
He let Medic fall onto his lap, and used his right hand to play with the small clump of hair that liked to tickle at that lovely man's forehead. Pyro let out a soft sigh. Around Medic it always seemed as though he could relax. Medic was his favorite to cuddle, and when they were in battle he found that they were virtually unstoppable. He found the doctor's smile always made his day.
Pyro's eyes scanned Medic's face, a smile appearing on his own as his gaze skirted over the other male's features. So few admired Medic, and thus Pyro felt it was his job to do it for the remaining seven of his team; and he was perfectly content with this.
Eventually, Pyro's eyes started to droop. He let out a yawn within his mask and leaned back. He gently moved Medic's hand onto the his stomach before placing his own hand on top of it. Then, he shut his eyes and relaxed. This was absolutely perfect. Eventually, Pyro felt the warm embrace of sleep take him and he was happy.
Yelling, a crash, and then silence. Medic drowsily awoke to these sounds. His body ached and when he opened his eyes he found that his glasses were missing; blood trickling down his head and arm. He felt cold against his back. He shifted, and he felt the familiar crunch of snow against his side and the pull of an incline as if he were sat on a hill. His vision was blurred slightly, though he could still see. He tried to sit up, and rubbed at his eyes to clear them.
He frowned as he looked around, only to find he was surrounded by trees and snow. Down the hill, he could see the van; completely destroyed and with no one to be found. He figured that there must have been an accident, and that he had been thrown from the vehicle as it tumbled down to its inevitable destruction. He scratched the back of his neck with his good arm, looking down at his left.
His arm was soaked with blood, a large shard of glass sticking out of it. It seemed as though the initial shock of the incident was keeping pure agony at bay, but even with this he could already feel the waves of pain starting to pick up. Medic shakily stood up, and carefully made his way down the hill towards the van. If he could simply find his medigun, he could fix this and find his team. His shoes slipped a bit on the snow, but he did his best to remain steady. It took a few moments though eventually he made it to the van.
There were seemingly no corpses around, and there was no blood around either. Medic let out a sigh, his breath creating a cloud in front of his mouth. He pried open one of the doors, the piece so bent and cold that it practically broke off. A cool breeze wisped through the air, making Medic shiver. He was freezing.
Medic ducked into the van, looking about the inside. He frowned as he found that no one was here, even as a corpse, nor were there any boxes left here. Had they left him behind? There was no blood, at least from the quick check that he had done, and while every piece of the van was destroyed the boxes would have at least been here if they hadn't abandoned him.
He silently cursed to himself and exited the van, wrapping his arms around himself as he looked around. He had no idea where he was, or where to go. He was alone. Medic let out a sigh and leaned against one of the trees, sliding to the ground and hugging himself tightly. He figured it would be best to at least stay here, in case they decided to come looking for him. He wasn't sure how long he would survive with the cold, though. He would have to wait and see.
By the time the sun had started to set, still no one had come. Medic had curled up inside the van in an attempt to get away from some of the cold. He sat in on one of the seats, shivering and curled in a ball. His skin had turned pale, his lips slowly turning blue, and his head rested against the window. He could hardly pay attention. He felt so cold, and yet at the same time it was like he was on fire. He was sweating and his limbs were becoming harder to move. He wanted so desperately to tear his clothes off to cool down, but he knew that this was a trick of the body. He knew it was only a matter of time before it became too unbearable for even him to handle.
Medic huddled closer to himself, the blood that had oozed from his wounds completely frozen against his skin. He was positive he was going to die, until he hear a far off call.
"Medic!", came his normal call; horrifically muffled as though it was from behind a mask. He recognized that voice regardless. Medic's eyes lit up and he leaned to call out of the van.
"Pyro?", He called back. His yell was weak, however, and Medic doubted Pyro would have heard it with how far off he sounded. Regardless, another call came for him.
"Medic!", he heard. This time, it was closer. He smiled, and even felt as though he was going to cry.
"Pyro!", he yelled out; this time managing to make it louder. He gently stood up, his joints and muscles screaming as he moved. He hobbled out of the van and fell into the snow. The sky above the trees brightly painted hues of oranges and reds with the setting of the sun, as if the entire forest had been set ablaze. The snow reflected the light, dulling it and yet sparkling just like a twinkling ruby.
The crunching of snow could be heard to the left, as if someone was sprinting. Medic turned; only to see his fire wielding comrade. Pyro quickly pulled him into a protective, and yet concerned, embrace. It seemed, at least to Medic, that Pyro might have even been crying. His chest spasming and small, muffled hics coming from the inside of Pyro's mask. Medic pet his back and pressed his head into Pyro's neck.
For a moment, everything was still; the entire forest lit up around them. Pyro pulled back a bit and gently cupped Medic's face in his hand. He made a motion, pointing to the forehead of his gas mask and his left arm.
"I'm alright, for now.", Medic responded as he picked up the memo. "Just...cold.", he pressed his body back into Pyro's. Pyro seemed so warm to him. Pyro sighed with relief in his mask and gently pulled the doctor into his lap, maneuvering so that he could stand and hold Medic against him; much like a reverse piggy back.
Pyro turned back in the direction he had come from and began to walk. The forest around them was quiet, the snow on the tall Evergreen's sometimes falling off in small, powdery clumps. They made the wind dusty, and the icicles in the branches shifted the light. As Pyro walked, he was careful not to harm Medic any more than he had already been injured. The soft crunch of the snow beneath his feet echoed through the trees and his breathing became one of the only other sounds that could be heard.
Medic had his arms wrapped around Pyro's neck tightly, his legs folded around his waste so that he would be more stable. He clung to Pyro like a koala, pressing his body into the other male's as far as he could and still be comfortable. His cheeks had turned a light shade of red, simply with how Pyro had decided to carry him, and this at least warmed his face a bit. After a while, Pyro turned and made a small 'ah' noise within his mask. Medic looked behind himself, only to see what Pyro had made the noise at.
They had come upon a seemingly abandoned building; a fence blocking their way. The building had had two walls torn off, and most of the roof was missing as well. What was left were two walls, and a window on one side. In the middle of it though, sat a large metal plate; with a round light embedded in the middle of it. Pyro walked forward and gently helped Medic over the fence before jumping over himself. He then, picked his doctor back up and made his way into the building. It was wood, and there was so much snow on the inside it almost looked as though there was no floor.
However, under the partial bit of roof that had not been destroyed, a wood burning stove remained. There was a kettle, and even some pots and pans; a lantern hanging just next to them. Beneath the stove, a tray sat holding dry wood. Pyro grinned beneath his mask and sat Medic down next to it, where the snow had not quite reached. He began to fiddle with the inside, throwing in some kindling to try and get it started. He took a lighter from his pajama pocket, and held it on some of the smaller pieces until they caught fire.
He then turned to look at Medic, and gently moved him a bit closer; sitting down next to him to watch the fire. Medic sighed in relief with this break and leaned against Pyro; still shivering, though he knew this would change in due time.
Pyro shifted a bit, to look at Medic. Again, he pointed to his arm. Medic shook his head.
"If I remove the glass now it may become infected, especially with nothing to clean it or cover it. I don't even have anything to stop the bleeding with.", he replied to his friend with a frown. Pyro nodded in understanding. He then stood up, and grabbed one of the pots. He filled it with snow and put it on top of the wood stove; throwing a log into it now that they had at least a small fire going.
Pyro returned to Medic's side and brought him close once again; kissing his head through his mask. Medic's face exploded with red at this, and he looked at Pyro with wide eyes. Pyro simply gave a cheerful thumbs up and turned his attention to the fire, pulling Medic close to him once again.
Medic couldn't help but smile and leaned against Pyro, pulling his un-injured arm around his favorite fire expert. Even with his red face, he mustered up the courage to lean up and kiss Pyro's cheek. Pyro gasped in delight and only hugged him closer; giggling a bit to himself.
The fire began to roar in the pit, and Medic stuck his hands out to warm them up. He could feel the heat radiating out of it, and he could see the snow melting in the pot. His body started to tingle, as he started to warm back up. He smiled and looked at Pyro. For a moment, Pyro looked at him back; before letting out a loud gasp. Medic jumped a bit with Pyro's reaction and raised a brow at him.
Pyro put his hands up, only to reach into his pocket once again and pull out Medic's spectacles. They were cracked, more than likely from the accident, but they still seemed usable. Medic's eyes lit up as Pyro gently placed them onto his face, clapping excitedly.
"Danke, Pyro!", he grinned and kissed Pyro's forehead. Pyro put a hand over the front filter of his mask, as if he were making a surprised face in a joking manner. They both laughed a bit, as the doctor warmed up, and eventually the sun had completely set; leaving an array of stars in the sky. They were illuminated by the soft glow of the fire, and Pyro leaned up and turned on the gas lamp that hung next to the stove.
Eventually, Pyro pulled the pot of melted snow off of the burner and placed it a bit away from himself. He moved to look directly at Medic, before he tore the sleeve of his striped shirt off. Medic frowned, though Pyro didn't seem to mind as he dipped it in the slightly warm water and gently patted at the blood on Medic's head. It took a bit, but Pyro eventually had cleaned all the blood from Medic's face. Pyro then wrung the cloth out and rinsed it again, wringing it out then gently tying it around the wound on Medic's head. Medic smiled as Pyro's attempt, and gave him a thumbs up for his work.
"Danke, again, Pyro. But...let's leave my arm for when we have access to a medical facility, ja?", he asked lightheartedly. Pyro nodded in response, pulling Medic back over to him. He gently cuddled Medic, careful of his arm, and Medic could only giggle with how Pyro was acting.
Pyro pushed the pot of water closer to the fire and leaned back. He lied down, pulling Medic with him, and wrapped his arm around Medic's waist. Pyro gently messed with Medic's hair again, cuddling him in the warmth of the fire until the healer shut his eyes, and drifted into sleep. Pyro remained awake though, listening to the crackle of the fire and the sounds of the night. He leaned over and chucked another log in; removing his mask and setting it next to him.
Pyro's short, ginger hair gently flowed with the breeze. His green eyes twinkle in the light, and the large scars running from the bottom corner of his mouth and down the side of his neck and shoulder resembled shadows. He planted a gentle kiss to Medic's cheek and took in a deep breath. He had always loved how the doctor smelled. He smiled warmly and pulled Medic a bit closer, resting his head on his arm like a pillow. In one way or another, he sort of wished it would be like this forever.
By the time morning had come back around, Pyro had put his mask back on. He sat next to a sleeping Medic and smiled beneath his mask at him. He gently poked at the doctor to attempt to wake him, earning a groan in response. He poked again and this time received a grumble; one of Medic's eyes opening in a slit to look at him.
Pyro gave a muffled good morning to him, Medic slowly rolling over to look at him. The sun had risen reasonably, and the area round them shone a bright white.
"Good morning, Pyro.", he yawned. Medic seemed a tad grumpy, though he was still tired so it was understandable. Pyro offered him the pot of water. It took a moment to register, though once it did, Medic sat up and took it; taking a large couple of gulps. "Thank you.", he smiled at Pyro. "I assume we're going to head out soon, to find out where we are?", he asked.
Pyro shook his head in response. Medic sat the pot of water down and Pyro picked him up, carrying him around the building; only to point up at a small sign. Medic tilted his head and glanced up at what Pyro was pointing at. His eyes widened. There was a BLU sign here. Pyro then led him back through the building, and pointed down a small incline; at a building large building.
"Pyro, you don't think that this is where we were supposed to be moving do you?", Medic asked. "The metal plate in the building is probably inactive. I'm sure there's another base.", he said as he glanced around. Pyro simply shook his head. He reached up and gently moved his mask up, revealing his mouth.
"I saw some of BLU team running around on the other side. That means this is our side. Our team is probably in there already, waiting for us to join them.", he shot Medic a smile. Medic's eyes sparked with interest, his gaze caught on the scar next to Pyro's mouth. A burn, he assumed.
"You're sure?", Medic asked, "If we go over there will there be RED?". Pyro simply shrugged.
"If there aren't, we can always keep walking. I think we just missed it because of the time of night, and how cold you had been.", he grinned and gave Medic's forehead a small kiss. Medic blushed a bit, and nodded. Instead of replying immediately though, he pecked Pyro on the lips; a quick kiss, but enough of one to make Pyro freeze up. Medic grinned and pressed his face into Pyro's neck.
"I'm ready to go check it out, if you are mien liebe.", he chuckled. Pyro could only chuckle, and nod, before gently pulling his mask back down. He hugged Medic tightly as he walked down the path to the building. The door rose open for them and Pyro stepped inside.
He looked around, and found that small imprints had been made where people had walked. They were definitely fresh, as dust doesn't simply set like that, and so he continued to walk. Medic too, looked around. There was no dust, and it was relatively clean for supposedly being just moved into.
They found another one of the large metal plates with the light in the middle; though this one had illuminated with red. Finally, it clicked as to what it was meant to be. They were control points. Medic felt a bit stupid, having only now realized. He sighed to himself. They walked down a hallway, and finally spotted other RED team within the base.
"Heavy! Engi!", Medic called in greeting; Pyro waving to them as he gently set Medic down. Engineer looked over at them, his jaw dropping, and Heavy walked over to wrap both Medic and Pyro in a hug.
"It's good to see you!", Heavy exclaimed happily. "Thought you both had not survived." Pyro nodded, though Medic tilted his head.
"We survived. Where are the health kits? Or my medigun? I need one or the other.", Medic spoke and gestured to his arm. Heavy pointed his thumb behind him, past the final point and to what Medic guessed was the spawn door.
"All of our items were moved into the room with the table map, though we could not find Soldier's box. I assume an animal has stolen it, since it was the only one with real human heads in it that were not in a sealed container.", he crossed his arms as he said so. "Go patch yourself up, doktor. Is good to see you are alright.", Heavy patted Medic's head and strode back over to Engineer. Pyro gently took Medic's hand and the two walked into the spawn room together.
In an odd way, they were both kind of glad they had been stranded outside together for a night. Pyro helped Medic patch himself up, and they began to set up for a nice game on the map table; both quite content with how the past two days had gone.
