Medicine (TF2 Fanfic)

Chapter Four: Meet the Other Medic

        It had been a week since Scout had awoken from his surgery. Every morning, he'd wake up, take his pill, then continue on with the day. He slowly was regaining his strength, and the others were helping him get back into strength. Scout had found it weird that they were being nicer to him than usual, but he just took it as pity for him just being shoot by sentries. 
        One day while training though, he heard the garage opening, and then a car stopped. Confused, Scout walked out of the room, and out into the garage, to see the familiar purple car sitting there. 
        "Oh, it's just Miss Pauling," Scout said, sighing.
        "'Just Miss Pauling?'" A feminine voice asked. Scout turned around to see Miss Pauling there, a hand on her hip. "And whose the one who brings you weapons every visit?"
        "Hello Miss Pauling," Scout replied. Miss Pauling gave a genuine smile in return.
        "How's your head doing?" Miss Pauling said. "Last time I was here, you were knocked out cold," 
        "I'm doin' good, doin' good," Scout replied, scratching the back of his head nervously. "I kinda lost my memory though,"
        "You did"? Miss Pauling questioned.
        "Yeah," Scout replied. "I cant remember anything that happened the past year,"
        "Oh, well that's unfortunate," Miss Pauling said. "Lucky for you, nothing really did happen the last year,"
        "Yeah, I guess that's good," Scout replied.
        "Anyway, I need you to go get Medic for me," Miss Pauling said. 
        "So you two can have your special time together?" Scout asked.
        "No, because both you and Medic are coming with me somewhere," Miss Pauling said, looking at her clipboard. "It's about your recent surgery,"
        "Oh, okay then," Scout replied. Scout then lightly jogged through the base, till he got to Medic's room. When he arrived, he knocked on the door.
        "Yo, Doc," Scout said, tapping on the door once again. "Miss Pauling says she needs to take us somewhere,"
        "Oh, I knew that," Medic said, as he then opened the door, wearing his shirt and tie with a vest. "I just needed to get dressed first,"
        "...You do realize I will be there too, right?" Scout asked.
        "Yeah, but I might as well look nice," Medic said. "I would like to impress Miss Pauling even if it's just a small meeting like this,"
        Soon, both Scout and Medic had left the base, and were now in Miss Pauling's car, driving to who knows where. While Medic sat in the front, and was chatting with Miss Pauling, Scout sat in the back, glancing out the window, watching every cactus they passed by. 
        His head went into deep thought, as he wondered what had happened the last year. He then closed his eyes, and continued his day dream.
        Just then though, he saw himself envisioning a glimpse of the battle field. It was a game of Payload, since he could see himself clearly near the payload, but it looked different from what it normally looked like. From the corner of his eye, from running with the payload, he caught the glimpse of something. Something he had never seen before, especially on the battle field. He then opened his eyes, Miss Pauling's car suddenly stopping.
        "We're here," She said, as she stopped the car. Scout sat there, blinking his eyes once. What the heck did he just see? Shaking his head once more, he walked out of the car, to see that Miss Pauling had stopped at a "Conquistador Fried Giblets". 
        "...Why are we at a fast food restaurant?" Scout questioned, his stomach rumbling a bit, the smell of fried chicken going through his nostrils.
        "So that we don't seem suspicious," Miss Pauling replied. "We have some people waiting for us in there," 
        Scout looked at Medic, who seemed to be knowing what was going on. Scout shrugged, and walked in with the two, and then he saw something he thought he'd never see.
        "M-MISS PAULING!?!" Scout whisper-yelled. "W-WHY ARE RED MEDIC AND HEAVY HERE!?!" 
        "Dummkopf!" RED Medic said from where he was sitting. "I'm here because I helped save your life,"
        "I am here to make sure no one breaks doctor," Heavy said. Scout sat there, wondering what on earth was going on.
        "Miss Pauling, can I get an explanation," Scout said.
        "RED Medic also helped with the surgery on you," Miss Pauling said. Scout gasped.
        "So you let TWO maniacs experiment on my body!?!" Scout exclaimed. 
        "You could just say thank you," BLU Medic said. "For now, just sit down," 
        "Okay, okay, I'm going," Scout snapped back, as he then walked over to the table that the RED team members were currently at. He stared at the two, deciding if he should start a conversation or not.
        "..." 
        "..."
        "..."
        "..."
        "...So Doc," Scout started. "How is the-"
        "We're back," Miss Pauling said, scooting into the booth that Scout was currently sitting in, BLU Medic then sittin gbeside her."So, how is everyone doing so far?"
        "Good,"
        "Okay,"
        "My head hurts,"
        "I'm doing fine, sweetheart," BLU Medic said, a smile on his face.
        "Okay, that's good to hear then," Miss Pauling said. "Now, we've meet up today to discuss Scout's overall health here, due to the 'incident'..."
        Everyone sat there quietly, all looking down at the table. Miss Pauling sighed.
        "Now," She continued. "Scout, do you mind telling us how you feel right now?"
        "Well umm..." Scout started. "I guess, my head hurts a bit, that's really it,"
        "Is what Miss Pauling told Heavy and Medic earlier true?" The RED Heavy asked Scout. "That you lost memory,"
        "Yeah, that is true," He replied. "I don't remember anything from up to last year,"
        "The last thing he remembers is getting hit by the Sydney Sleeper by your Sniper," BLU Medic explained. "When was the last time your Sniper had used the Sydney Sleeper?"
        "...Last year," RED Medic replied. "Anyhow, how are the pills working out for you?" 
        "The pills?" Scout questioned. "Well, um... I'm not even sure what they do..."
        "Their supposed to help you recover faster," BLU Medic explained. "They also will help your brain get back to normal faster with many proteins,"
        "Ooookay then," Scout said. He then sat there, and twiddled his fingers. RED Medic then pushed his glasses up his face, and looked at Scout.
        "Scout, tell me this now," Medic said, looking at him. "Do you truly not remember anything about up until a year ago,"
        "Yeah, I don't!" Scout replied. "Do ya think I would lie to you?"
        "Yes," RED Medic replied right away, no hesitation in his voice. Scout could feel himself getting a bit angry at the german man. Blu Medic then made his way back into the conversation.
        "W-well, have you had any, weird visions, or anything of the sort?" Medic questioned. 
        "Now that you mention it," Scout started. "In the car, while we were driving, I had a day dream 'bout one of your fights,"
        "You did?" RED Medic asked. "Tell me, did you see anything different in it?"
        "W-well, I noticed the Payload bomb looked different," Scout said. "And I also noticed something, but I can't quite remember it,"
        "Do you know what it was?" Heavy asked. Scout sat there, placeing a hand on his head. He tried thinking so hard, so hard it started to hurt.
        "Ow! Fuck, I don't know," Scout said. "I don't know what it was, but I have a feeling, that I have seen it a lot though,"
        Everyone sat quietly in the booth. RED Medic then stood up.
        "I think we have heard enough for one meeting," He said. "Miss Pauling, I hope you take note of this," 
        "I have," Miss Pauling replied. RED Medic then turned his attention to his other copy of himself.
        "Make sure he keeps taking his medicine," He said. 
        "Of course I will," BLU Medic replied. "He'll need to if he wants to make it through,"
        "Alright then," RED Medic said. "Then both Heavy and I will take our leave,"
        "Okay then, bye bye," Scout said, as he watched both men walk out of the fried chicken store. The two BLU members sat there for a while, Miss Pauling still writing on her clipboard.
        "...Alright," Miss Pauling said. "Now that we're done here, we need to get you guys back to your base,"
        "Okay," Both Medic and Scout replied. The three of them then walked out of the fast food resturaunt themselves, and rode back through the desert land to their base. Scout was once again just staring out into the open, wondering about some of the things they were walkin gabout at their little meet up.
        Just then, Scout decided to ask a question.
        "Hey, Miss Pauling? Medic?" He started.
        "Yes Scout?" Both Miss Pauling and Medic responded.
        "...Is there something you guys aren't telling me?" Scout questioned. "Something that I really need to know?"
        "No, everything's fine," Medic replied. "We told you all we know,"
        "That's right," Miss Pauling said. "You have nothing to worry about, okay?"
        Scout sat there, a little disappointed in the answer to his question.
        "You guys act like I'm still a child," He replied. "I'm twenty five now, I'm a grown man,"
        "Twenty six," Medic corrected. "You're twenty six,"
        "Whatever, egghead," Scout snapped back. He thought to himself then. He definitely knew something was up. Something that htey didn't want him to know.