Medicine (TF2 Fanfic)

Chapter Nine: Dispenser Goin' Up

    "...Scout, get up," Miss Pauling spoke, shaking the boy awake. "We need to meet up with RED Medic again,"
"Meeeh, five more minutes..." Scout spoke, rolling around his bed.
"You said five minutes later fifteen minutes ago," Miss Pauling said, in an unamused tone. "We're really late this time,"
"...Oh..." Scout spoke. Before getting out from under his covers, he told Miss Pauling to leave the room, or else she "might fall in love with him". In reply, Miss Pauling rolled her eyes and walked out of the room, Scout getting out of his bed only in his underpants.
"Alrigh', I guess I betta hurry," Scout spoke to himself, grabbing a random pair of jeans and putting them on. Too lazy to dress up today, he grabbed a sweater with his second favorite baseball team on it, and grabbed his usual cap. When he walked out of his room, his eyes still droppy from being tired.
"S-scout, you look, um..." Miss Pauling said, as she watched the boston boy yawn. Medic then walked up to him, and pushed Scout back into his room.
"I vill not allow you to valk into public looking like that," Medic said, a frown on his face. "You vill go back, vash your face, then change into better clothes than those,"
Scout grumbled, as he was shoved back into his room by the german man.

*****

"Ah, you guys are late..." RED Medic spoke, sitting in a cafe booth, the RED Engineer with him this time. Miss Pauling sighed.
"Yup. It's thanks to Mr.Sleepyhead over here," Miss Pauling said, as Medic dragged in a sleeping Scout.
"I zink drowsiness is a side effect to zose pills you made," BLU Medic told his look alike. "Usaully he's the first one up in the morning, now he's ze one sleeping in ze most..."
"Ah, looks like I'll have to fix zose pills a bit zen," RED Medic said. "Here, well you'll have to deal with that for a little longer, because I made some more pills,"
"Ah, I see, Miss Pauling?" BLU Medic said, Miss Pauling taking the pills. BLU Medic then proceeded to put Scout in the booth, before getting in himself, and Miss Pauling after.
"Here, I'll go buy a few coffees for all of us," Miss Pauling said, getting up then. BLU Medic nodded. The three mercinaries all stared at the sleeping boy, as BLU Medic then kicked him from under the table, waking up the boy.
"Ack! Baseball, home run! Wolves! Demoknights! Demoknights riding wolves!" Scout yelled, before realizing he was in public. He felt a blush come upon his face, while the mercs were laughing at his outburst.
"Demoknights riding wolves?" RED Medic asked. "Is that what you really dream about, Demoknights riding wolves!?"
"Yes, and it's terrible!" Scout replied. "It's not a dream, it's a nightmare!"
"Well, we are very fortunate that Demo has not learned how to tame wolves then," Miss Pauling said, walking back to the table with coffee in her hands. "Here Scout, here Medic,"
"Thank you, sweetheart," BLU Medic said, smiling.
"Thanks..." Scout said, still tired as hell. Miss Pauling nodded, as she went back to the front to grab her own coffee, and sat down with the four men.
"Alrigh'," Scout started. "What's today's meeting about?"
"Your memory," RED Medic replied, as he then sighed. "How old do you think you are again?"
"Twenty eight,"
"Correct," RED Medic replied. "But, as we all thought for a while, you only have a year lost of you memory, right?"
"...Yes..." Scout replied. RED Medic coughed, as he pulled out RED Sniper's folder.
"From vhat I vas researching," RED Medic explained."Last time Sniper used his Sydney sleeper was last year, but... He used it before last year too..."
Scout blinked.
"Wait.... so are you saying..." Scout asked.
"Yes, you might have more than just last year gone from your memory," RED Medic replied. Scout face scruntched up in disapproval.
"Fuck." He muttered. RED Medic then handed over the files to BLU Medic, BLU Medic reading it automatically. He then had an idea.
"Scout..." He started. "From what you remember, when did Gray Mann try to kill us all vith his robots?"
"Um..." Scout started. "Last year? No wait... three years ago, no wait... what?"
"Four years ago," BLU Medic replied. "I think zat you truly did lose your memory of last year, but a few years before last year are also blurry, not lost, just blurry,"
"...So you pulled me all the way up here to tell me I'm even more messed up than before?" Scout questioned. RED Medic lifted a finger.
"Not more messed up than before," he replied. "But more messed up from the beginning,"
"...That's worse," Scout said. Just then, Engie chuckle from where he was sitting.
"No wonder why Heavy kind of enjoys these meetings so much!" RED Engie said between laughs. He then calmed down, and placed one of his tool boxes on the table. "I whipped up a little somin' for you, boy,"
"...You did?" Scout asked. Engie nodded. "There's no tracking device in that, right?"
"We already know where your base is," Engie replied. "But we're not going to rampage into your base in the middle of the night, that's why we fight in the middle of the desert," RED Medic then spoke up once more.
"I asked Engineer to make a device to help you recover faster," RED Medic explained. "I implanted it with some more pills, so it will dispence a pill a day. Ask your Medic to refill ze dispenser if it's empty,"
"Got... it..." Scout said, grabbing the tool box. "...Wait, it wont heal me, because it's red,"
"No, it will," Engie replied. "I made it a purple dispenser, so that both RED and BLU can get healed from it,"
"Aaah... that's pretty smart," Scout said. Miss Pauling smiled.
"Well, good job big brains!" Miss Pauling told Engie. "Now, with Scout's head out of the way, I've also got some other things to bring up,"
And with that, Scout ignored the rest of the meeting. And by ignored, he slept through most of it. For it being a no war day, he would take any opportunity he could to sleep as much as possible.
As the meeting was over, the four awake people giggled, as Engineer was about to tickle Scout's nose with a napkin. As he gently brushed it against his nose, Scout shifted a bit.
"Spy....daaaaad...." Scout murmured. Miss Pauling covered her mouth as she snorted and started laughing again. Engie then repeated his action from before, this time Scout opening his eyes open.
"SPY'S MY DAD, OH CRAP.... Spy's... Spy's..." Scout exclaimed, then realizing that everyone in his booth was laughing at him again. He frowned.
"I really hate you guys sometimes," Scout said, crossing his arms. With tears in his eyes, BLU Medic spoke again.
"I-It's time to go, Scout," Medic said, laughing still. "Let's go,"
"Fiiiiine..." Scout said, grabbing the tool box as he was about to leave. And just as he was about to leave the booth table, as he slid the tool box off the table, the box fell right to the ground, Scout as well.
"Holy fuck!" Scout swore, "How the hell do ya carry this around, this is heavy!"
"Actually, that's one of the lighter dispensers," Engineer replied, grinning. "It may not look it, but I've got some pretty good biceps here,"
"...I gotta give more credit to Engie than I already give him," Scout spoke, as he dragged the tool box with him, until Engineer decided to be the nice guy he was and carry it for him to Miss Pauling's car.

*****

As Scout sat in his room, he stared at the red tool box.
"Okay.... how do I get this to work?" Scout questioned. He thought to himself. "Right, I need a wrench, or Pyro's Homewrecker.... Yeah I'll just ask for the wrench,"
So with that, Scout left the room to grab Engie's wrech. Unknowing though, Pyro just happened to be passing by Scout's room. And lucky for them, they had their home wrecker on them. When Scout returned with a wretch in hand, a Pyro was sitting in his room, next to a lopsided purple dispenser.
"W-wow... this is the work of the RED Engineer?" Scout wondered, scratching his head. "T-this dispenser looks.... terrible,"
Scout sat down next to Pyro, and stared at the purple dispenser. Sure, it looked like a purple dispenser, but the awkwardly sloping top part of it was super noticable, and the healing of it was less than an actual dispenser, even less than a level one dispenser.
"Alright, either RED Engie is fuckin' with me, or this explains why Spy can sap his sentry's real easily," Scout said. Pyro shook his head.
"Mmmh, mmmmh mph mph," Pyro replied. Scout nodded, pretending he understood what the masked man (or woman) was saying. Scout sat down, and stared at the purple beam that connected both him and Pyro to the machine. Well, it really did heal BLU Team people.
"Well, at least I'm not as tired as before..." Scout said. After a few seconds, he heard a ding from the dispenser, and a pill fell out. "Oh, look at that, it actually works,"
And as he said that, another ding, another pill. Then another, and another after that one. Soon, there was a pile of pills on the ground.
"W-what the hell!?!" Scout exclaimed. "How many pills did Medic put in this thing?"
Both Scout and Pyro proceeded to escape the room, before they drowned in medication.
"Yo hardhat, we kinda need your help over here!"