TF2 Sniper x Medic oc

First Act of Kindness, pt. 1

    Blood on the ground. Blood on her teammates. Blood on her enemies.

     Vivian Miller, the BLU Medic, was trying her best to get to every teammate that needed her, but it was difficult. The RED Team was really aggressive this match, especially their Soldier and Scout, who were shit-talking the other team to the max.

     "Looks like they got some anger issues," Derek, the BLU Sniper, jokingly stated before Vivian left to take care of the BLU Scout. However, she didn't quite make it to him before his blown off arm landed in front of her and he ran out of Respawn, even more irritated than he was.

     "Medic!" BLU Spy called from the bomb, which was being held by the RED Heavy and Demoman. Vivian started towards the payload, but the RED Spy shot her in the shoulder, uncloaking him. He laughed at her before running up behind BLU Soldier. She called out to him, but he dropped to the ground before he turned around. He laughed again.

     "You should have stayed in Germany with your paints, you DaVinci wannabe!" He taunted. She stared at him as he turned around straight into the BLU Pyro, which prompted her to laugh at him as he burned. Pyro looked at her and gave her a thumbs up.

     "Hmmpf mm(goodjob)! Hmmpf hmm hmmpf(go get healed)!"

     The Medic smiled slightly and nodded before running to where she knew a health packet would spawn for her.

     She saw it, but before she got too close, she saw the RED Sniper fall down closer, his bloodied hand outstretched towards the same health packet she was running towards. The Medic got a little closer around the small corner, and saw that his leg had been blown up partially, most likely by the BLU Demoman. It was just his left leg, and as she stared, examining it from afar, she saw that the pant leg was pretty much gone past the knee, and it was bloody and his foot was gone, the area where his ankle was had just been pouring out a massive amount of blood, and she could see a dark red trail end not too far away, so he must have just lost it.

     The BLU Medic was looking at him for a hot minute before he started crawling towards it. She felt sorry for him, and thought about how much he would need this health packet rather than her, even though he was the enemy.

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     He shouted a profanity as he fell victim to one of the BLU Demoman's sticky traps. The RED Sniper had been trying to head up to his secondary nest, after he got chased out of his primary one for this location, but the enemy had predicted where he would be going long before he even knew he'd have to go there!

     You see, he thought to himself, THIS is why we've been so aggressive all round. Because the BLU Team has to be so SMART! They're always so coordinated, and work together so nicely, and we AREN'T so coordinated, and we DON'T work together so well! Even with the two calm and collected teammates that can make a plan for our victory, we never seem to follow any of their plans since our brute force always seems to do the job!

     He felt his eyes water in anger as he hit the ground. Anger at himself for not seeing the obvious sticky bomb until he tripped on it, triggering it. Anger at his team, for choosing to rely on their strength instead of their smarts. Anger at the BLU Team for using both their strength and smarts. He grabbed his dark orange aviators to hide the tears that would start to form at the sides of his eyes.

     He held himself against the wall and started limping towards a health packet at the end of the hall. He slowly transitioned from the wall to trying to use his rifle as a crutch, which wasn't a very good idea so he went back to limping against the wall. He was so close to the health packet now, the RED Sniper forgot that his foot was missing and fell face first into the wood flooring, his hand stretched outward towards the packet. He looked up and continued trying to crawl towards the health packet.

     He was so close before he saw a pair of boots step briskly in front of him, bloody at the bottom. Before he could sigh, a blue pair of rubber gloves reached down and grabbed the packet. It was the BLU Medic, and she got the packet before him!

     He groaned into the floor, but he didn't hear the steps of her boots. Instead, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

     Sniper looked up to find himself staring at the blue-turquoise eyes of the BLU Medic, and she was holding the health packet out in offering to him. He noticed a bullet hole in her right shoulder, so why wasn't she taking it for herself?

     "Aren't you going to take zhe packet or not?" She told him. He snapped back to reality. He couldn't help it, her eyes were unlike anything he's seen …

     "Sorry …" Sniper sat up and grabbed the packet, prompting her departure. Even though he should've been focusing all his attention on the packet and getting his foot back, he found himself watching her go. He was confused, mostly. She was the enemy, and he'd been headshotting her all round. Why would she help him? Did she feel bad for him? Was it instinct?

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     The BLU Team had finally won their first match in a week, and they were all ecstatic. The RED Team had been bullying them with their 4-match winning streak, this loss had really crushed them. Both Scouts had taken the time that the BLUs were celebrating to shit-talk each other, saying they were either absolute garbage or just flat out yelling profanities at them.

     The BLU Medic and Soldier were chatting it away, the Medic complimenting her father endlessly for how well his planning with the BLU Demoman had led to their first victory in a week, and the Soldier, flustered, telling his daughter that he shouldn't get all the praise before shushing her when he saw the RED Sniper walking towards them with a very slight limp.

     "Hey, doc, could I ask you something in private real quick?" The Australian asked her nervously.

     "Not in private," the Soldier got in between him and the Medic, which was reasonable, but the Medic got a bit defensive.

     "Soldier," she put a hand on her father's shoulder. "Maybe you can stand guard, so ve can talk." He nodded, and the Medic followed the Aussie around the corner and stopped when he felt that they wouldn't be heard.

     "So, I don't mean to be rude, but why'd you help me back there?" He asked her. The Medics eyes lit up.

     "Vell, I don't quite know," She replied nervously. "I guess that, as a Medic, it became an instinct to help everyone that might need it. It … I don't think I should have done it with what we are paid to do, but it just felt right." She looked up at him again. She looked past his dark orange aviators and into his dark blue eyes and found sincerity.

     "Well, I just wanted to thank ye, for that," He said, and the Medic started to feel a bit hot under the collar. She tends to get at least one thank you from every member of her team during a match, but after a match and from the RED Team? The people she was hired to kill, not heal? It was nice, she supposed. "It's not something I would've expected from someone I've been absolutely destroying the entire round," he concluded, and she laughed.

     "Alright, now let's get back to our own teams, you buffoon!" She bapped his arm with her fist in good fashion when she was able to recollect herself, which caused Sniper to flinch. He laughed it off, said goodbye, and they both went back to their respective spawn rooms, and teleported to their respective bases, while still thinking about that health packet.