-ring ring-
-ring ring-
“-Hello? Scout?”
“Yeah, hey ma.”
“I’ve been waiting here for hours, where are you two!?”
“I uh, Melissa kinda… is gonna stay here tonight…”
“Oh I see… the two of you are bonding so quickly you’re inseparable!”
“Uh-”
“I was hoping this would happen! Ok, our flight leaves at 8 tomorrow, just get her back by then! Love you, my big grown up boy!”
“Ma, don’t-”
-dial tone-
“- call me that.” he hung up the phone, sighing heavily, “What have I gotten myself into?”
“It does seem like quite the predicament.”
Scout looked to the doorway, scowling, “Go away, Spy.”
He sat down in the chair beside him, “I don’t suppose you are ready to talk?”
“No, I’m not. Now get out before I beat your fat, ugly face in!!”
“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” He reached into one of his breast pockets and handed him what looked to be Melissa’s hat. (Believe me, I could fit a kindle fire HD in one of those pockets.)
He snatched up the hat, still scowling, “... Go on.”
--
Medic had been going non-stop from the moment they ran into the infirmary. He scoured the cabinets and drawers for his actual medical supplies. Thanks to the beauty of respawn, he rarely had to use them, with exceptions to the quarrels and fights some of them got into off of the field. Doesn’t it just seem like you can never find what you’re looking for when you need it the most? It’s a struggle most humans face. He cursed himself frequently throughout the endeavor, flinging unnecessary bit of equipment and leftovers from previous experiments.
Heavy had tagged along, as usual. In battle, Medic was his true right hand, it only seemed fair that Heavy be his (unofficial) right hand in his studies. Having said that, it only seemed correct that he’d be the one carrying the patient-to-be. He remembered having to cater to his sisters in a similar fashion when he was much younger. They’d take a tumble in the snow, twist an ankle and ride in his arms back to the house; it felt so tedious then, but he cherished those memories now…
But of course, none of his sisters had ever been shot in the stomach like this (or ever, for that matter.)
“Heavy! Put her down now, I’ve got the stuff!” he came waddling over with an armful of medical equipment and drugs, “Now all we have to do is the procedure itself!”
Heavy laid Melissa down, watching her drift in and out of consciousness, “Doktor, why not use medi-gun instead?”
He paused for a moment, “I… don’t know, actually… It’s worth a try, though!” he stepped away from his disorganized pile of junk and turned it on. He pulled the lever and...
Nothing.
“Well… That’s odd. I mean, I knew that it wouldn’t work, yet…” it had just occurred to him that he never asked himself why it worked on his team and not on other people, “Huh… I never really-”
Heavy glared at the Medic impatiently.
[The possible sexual implications of this scenario are purely unintentional, I do not support acts of pedophilia. And honestly, he’s a doctor. If anything, he should be desensitized to the sight of shirtless people.]
*Shears- this is what they call the fancy scissors that EMTs and firefighters use. It can cut through almost anything, but it is most useful to cut through fabric when doctors are trying to get to one’s open wounds or cut them free if they are caught on something that acts as a hinderance.
“-Oh, yes, of course.” He raided his pile for his pair of shears* and proceeded to cut open her shirt, “I need you to make sure she is breathing. There is no time at the moment to hook up any equipment.” he had to be careful; if he pulled the fabric away too quickly, her body would go into shock. Not to mention, her shirt was the only thing (aside from Heavy’s hands) that had been used to apply pressure to the area. Slowly peeling away the shirt, she started to struggle, “Ach! Nonononono, my darling, it’s okay..!” He gently stroked her cheek in attempt to comfort her.
Heavy watched inquisitively… Had he done this before?- Well, of course he had, he’s a battle medic, but that’s not what he meant, per say… He was being careful, for once. He couldn’t put his finger on it, but this definitely was different.
“Heavy, did you hear me? I said I need my table closer.” Heavy snapped back into the situation, noticing Medic’s hands pressing gently against her bloody abdomen, feeling for the bullet.
“Oh! Yes. Right. On it…”
--
“When I was still in France, I was in love with a beautiful woman named Elise.”
Scout slumped over knowing that he could be stuck there a while.
“I won’t talk too much about her… but she had a child, Katerina… Her husband had left her a year or two prior to our first meeting and she never truly came over it…”
“Kay… So what?”
“I fell in love with her. I was captivated by her intellect and knowledge despite her age-”
“You’re freakin’ sick!”
“I don’t mean love in that way! I mean… I mean that I knew that I wanted to protect her and love her like the father she never truly had. And I did.”
“You’re starting to lose me-”
“When I met your daughter, it was almost like seeing a shadow… and I just…”
It was starting to make sense now, but Scout still had one question, “Well, where is she right now?”
“In France with her mother… by now she must be around 18…”
“Do you still talk?”
“No. I lost all contact with anyone I used to know when I joined this company. And, due to other reasons, I am also presumed to be dead.”
It was uncommon to see the Spy speak so sincerely, every other interaction they had prior had alluded to the fact that he despised Scout and saw him as nothing more than a distraction. It was almost as though Spy had a heart afterall. “I uh…” he cleared his throat, “I’m sorry to hear that…”
“I don’t expect you to forgive me.”
“No, no, I’m just… it depends, really.”
Spy smirked softly, “I suppose it does.”
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Family Time #1: Scout
Fanfiction[This story is the first story in the Family Time series based off of the Daddy Fortress AU by tumblr-user paperfrays] Scout spends time with his long lost child, Melissa, at Red Base. Hilarity and endearing awkwardness ensues. Mostly awkwardness.
