(Tf2 Fic) The Hunger experiment.

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An: i headcannon heavys babushka syndrome kinda rubs off on medic....

---Scout POV--------

It was late afternoon in the barracks. Everyone was relaxing after a long day of work. I wandered down the hall. It was quiet except for the sound of my running shoes 'pit-pat'ing against the floor and my obnoxious smacking of gum.

"Jeremy!" The doctor called from the kitchen as I passed by. He peeked his head out of the door. The older man smiled at me warmly, his hands behind his back as he leaned down slightly to match my height. "Jou vouldn't happen to be hungry? I was just about to make somezhing." I felt a pang in my chest at how paternal that sounded, temporarily shoving down my daddy issues to realize i was a bit hungry.

"Really? Shoree I'd love som" I replied coolly, following him into the kitchen. The kitchen smelled like bleach and coffee grounds. It was much cleaner than usual, with dust hardly on any surface. I hopped onto one of the stools by the counter, spinning slightly. Medic put on his apron, earning a chuckle from me. It suited him well. "I can help if ya want" I said, anxious not to stay still for too long. Medic looked up at me, seeing how hyper i was.

"Ja, ja, of course. I could alvays use anozher set of hands" he replied, as he washed his ungloved hands. It was silly, i had almost forgotten he had hands under those gloves he always wears. I washed my hands as well, medic smiling at me approvingly. "Alvight, ve are just going to be making bacon und eggs, but zhe bacon is fresh zo do me a favor and cut it bitte?" Medic chirped, smiling down at me.

"ye- 'fcourse," i said, slurring my rushed words together. Medic gave me the pork cutlet, it looked very fresh. As i cut it with a large knife, my hands grew cold from the refrigerated meat. Ludwig cracked open some eggs in an iron skillet as i cut the meat. "Ehg, i hate the cold," i complained, opening and closing my stiff feeling hands. Medic chuckled, looking at my hands. "Alright I'm done," i said, passing the thinly chopped meat to the doctor.

"Ah! Danke. You did really well," the older man said, praising my small effort as he inspected my work. I smiled to myself, looking away as not to make it too noticeable how much i enjoyed his praise.

"Yeah, no problem" i said coolly. Medic glanced twice at me probably noticing how happy i was. I honestly was really enjoying cooking with him. He was acting so fatherly and it was driving me mad. I'm practically a grown ass man, i told myself, trying to calm down. The doctor continued to to cook calmly, putting the eggs on two plates before putting the bacon in the pan. The white noise of the bacon sizzling calmed me. The taller man glanced back at me now and again, smiling warmly. I went and sat on one of the barstools as he finished cooking. When he was done, he placed the fresh bacon on the plates beside the eggs with precise care.

"Alvight! Here jou are son," he said, sliding my plate over to me. his words dripped with affection. I felt like i might cry when he called me son, or maybe vomit, im not sure. I assumed he just picked up the habit from his close southern friend the engineer, but it messed with my head making my brain feel all fuzzy. " -emy, Jeremy?" My head jerked up as i realized he had been trying yo get my attention. "I asked if you wanted any juice or coffee?" I looked up at him, his eyes were laced with concern inspecting how out of it i was. He had already poured himself a generous cup of coffee, the pot still lingering in his hand.

"Oh! Uh, yeeah, yeah, coffe's good thank'ya," i replied quickly. Medic nodded, pouring me a cup. He added a generous amount of sugar and creamer, remembering thats how i prefer it. He gently handed it to me, much more careful not to spill its sacred caffeinated contents compared to how he had slid my plate across the counter. I accept it gratefully. He sat down across from me, hungrily taking a big bite of his bacon. He spoke hastily with his mouth full.

"I have syrup if jou vant, for the bacon i mean. Dell alvays does it vitsch syrup." The doctor chuckled fondly mentioning his close colleague. I laughed with him, remember how much the engineer loved syrup.

"I'm good thank you," i said softly. Medic nodded in acknowledgment . i sipped the sweet beverage, holding the warm mug with both hands. The coffee tasted perfect, a deep, rich, bitter sweet. The warm liquid made me realize just how hungry i was. Grateful digging in to the food. I haven't had bacon in some time but it tasted a little different than I remember, regardless it was delicious. Medic ate ate more calmly than me, savoring every bite. He smiled fondly as he watched me scarf down my food like a starving dog.

"Scout.... as much as i love performing the heimlich maneuver, you should slow down before you choke" The doctor laughed.

"wrigh', 'orry," I mumbled, covering my mouthful of food as i spoke.

An: i just grossed out myself by writing so much about chewing and eating wtf 😭☹

Engineer came running into the dining area, he looked anxious. He panted, a bit out of breath. There was a tense moment of silence as he struggled to find his words.

"Either of if y'all- *huff* -folks seen firebug lately?" He asked urgently, begging to gods that it was safe.