Team fortress 2: world of magic and random crossovers XD

Medic!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

3rd person

On the hotel room balcony at sunset, our mercenaries stood chatting excluding crystal and red spy btw.

"I wonder what sort of reactions I'll garner from the adulating fans of Saxton Hale. And I wonder if our teammates will piece anything together," Pyro pondered.

"You will be liked, if they know what's good for them."

"Thanks, I wish I could be that sure."

"And on the subject of our colleagues, none of them know of your gender, anyway."

Oops.

"Well..."

Spy turned quickly, jealous. Who the hell else knew besides him?

"J-just the Medic. Remember when he gave us all an electric valve in our hearts to allow for an Übercharge? And he had to cut open our chests?"

"Oui." Pyro put hers to good use very often, setting people on fire and taking an axe to their brains. Spy had a transplant himself, although it was very seldom used. It was used when his disguise was particularly convincing and the enemy Medic's Übercharge allowed him to go on a backstabbing rampage.

"Well, yeah. I refused at first, saying, hey, you know, I don't need that weird, nutjob mad-scientist shit in my body. Like any normal person. But he insisted and said shit like 'haha just in case' and 'oh, the rest of the team got one', so, yeah. I unzipped my suit-but not my mask-and he cut my chest open. And from that point on it became sort of obvious." Pyro remembered it well.

Flash back...

"Pyro," shouted the team's Medic from inside the operating room, "Could you come in, bitte?" Pyro was the last of the mercenaries to receive this "cutting-edge" medical technology that allowed them to become temporarily invincible.

"Huddah huh?"

"...Yes, please," Medic replied, trying with difficulty to discern the fire technician's speech. She placed her Zippo lighter and Saxton Hale comic book down on her chair and left the waiting room, her place card wrinkled and twisted about from frazzled nerves.

"Sit on the chair, please, and I will make this as quick as possible! Now, for obvious reasons, you are going to have to remove te top of your suit."

Wait, what? Shit! Pyro froze on the medical cot.

"...Sometime today vould be convenient, Herr Pyro," he voiced as he quickly and carelessly sanitized a scalpel.

Slowly, she unzipped the top half of her suit and lied down on the gurney. Medic concentrated the Medigun's beam on her chest for the purpose of life support and its analgesic effect. Pyro's figure was masculine enough; she was stout, muscular, and her chest was bound.

That is, until the doctor effortlessly slashed her chest open. She cringed as she tried to gauge the Medic's reaction from behind her tinted goggles. His face instantly went from casual concentration to incredulity; after a quick study of her chest cavity, this was definitely not one of a male's. Mammary glands, slightly smaller heart, extra tissue on the chest, a bit of a visible uterus. It didn't take a doctor to know that he was performing surgery on a woman.

Generally a very careless surgeon, he took a small bit of care avoiding any damage to her uterus. It had been years since he'd performed surgery on a female and he was as rusty as his knives. What if she was nuts and wanted to reproduce? One could never know with the fräuleins.

She wondered how she still functioned as she saw Medic expertly snipping her arteries and veins, and it was a extremely surreal for her to see him hold her heart in his very hands. Her heart was jammed with a meter of some sort, charged wildly with some of the Medigun's beams, and tossed back into her chest. After briefly checking if her circulatory system was connected and for any rogue doves, Medic trained the boosted Medigun's beam onto her chest, causing organ cells and fabric molecules to multiply at an astonishing rate.

The Pyro was finished. Medic held his blood-soaked hand out to her, and she grabbed it with her gloved hand, hoisting herself off of the medical cot and onto the tiled floor. She nodded in appreciation, and lifted the base of her mask.

"What happens in the operatin' room, stays in the operatin' room, eh? Not a word about this leaves this infirmary. We good, Doc?"

Taken a bit aback by her rough voice, Medic nodded affirmatively.

"Ja, no matter what my, ahem, experiments entail, they are kept in the utmost of secrecy, I assure you...Herr Pyro." He grinned and stuck his hand out, droplets of her blood dripping and collecting in a puddle the floor.

Pyro smiled in return. "Good. Then we have an understandin', Doc." She pulled the heavy-duty gasmask back over the lower half of her face, and took the Medic's bloody hand in hers for a strong, sturdy handshake. With a nod and wave, the fire-wielder was gone from the room.