The doors swung open and in strode Demoman, bleary-eyed from the night of heavy drinking. Oh, do you know the difference between choking and strangling?” “Don’t worry.” He smiled and pat his shoulder. “ Oh my God…” He held his forehead in his hand.
He scanned Medic’s face for any hint of jest, yet saw no indication of it. “Well, that was because he… caught me, leaving your room last night. Tell me.” He folded it neatly and draped it over the oven door handle to dry. He laughed again, sounding just as anxious as he had before. He pulled the plug and watched the bubbly water swirl down the drain. “I…” Medic put the plate on its shelf in the cupboard. Medic took the dish and rubbed the towel over it. Heavy sighed and shook his head, passing off the clean dish to be dried. “What? Nein, it was for Scout!” Seeing the distrust in his eyes, he let out an uncomfortable laugh and said, “You do not think I would do that to you, do you?” Heavy shot him a look and dunked the pot with the stubborn mess into the water, then snatched the next plate off of the counter. Good day.” With that, he hung up and joined Heavy at the sink, picking up one of the plates and drying it with the old tea towel. Danke, danke, danke! I will hear from you soon. A grin, one Heavy recognized to be sincere for once, spread across his face at the sound of the answer. Medic listened for a bit, biting his lip as he waited. In his anger, he realized he had forgotten to add soap and wet the sponge first and now it was only fit for the trash. Heavy scrubbed at the bottom of a pot aggressively enough that the scouring pad became a torn mess from the dry, baked-on food stuck to it. Was he cheating on him with the mysterious phone person and couldn’t be bothered to try to keep it from him? Or, was he already seeing them and was actually cheating on that person with him? He didn’t want to know which it was, but it either one broke his heart. Medic looked as though he were about to gag, yet his voice was as smooth as velvet. Would you be interested in going out for dinner tomorrow night?” “By the way, could you do me a favour? … Wunderbar. Imagining the ideas he’d cook up in his head, if given the chance, filled him with dread. He just hoped whoever he was speaking to would deliver the corpses soon so Medic wouldn’t get bored enough to try experimenting on the team again, namely himself. Over the two weeks following that evening, Heavy had tried to rebuild his trust in the doctor. Heavy’s temporary death alone was enough of a reason to not discuss the accident. As expected, Medic neglected to tell them how he ran out that much remained a secret the two of them to take with them to their graves. Since the team was recently informed of the Übercharge fluid shortage, it made sense to him how word would quickly get out. Scout had a nasty habit of babbling about everything he knew to anyone willing to listen to him for longer than a minute. Heavy shook his head with a slight smile. Well, ja, send me some of that as well the team would like it if I could heal them again.” … Wait, how did you know about that?” After listening a bit longer, he sighed and said, “Of course he told you. … We’ve been killing robots of course I don't have spare bodies lying around.” Medic absently twirled the phone cord around his finger. Winning a game of chess would have to cheer him up slightly. Considering the odd mood he was in, Heavy was debating going easy on him for once. Heavy occasionally looked at Medic, but mostly just listened as he dunked his hands into the hot, soapy water and thought about the chess game they had agreed to play later. It was even there during breakfast and when he was caring for his doves he usually couldn't stop smiling when he was among his feathered friends.
He had a funny, tense air about him all morning. He hadn't bothered to explain who he was calling or why, only stating that he wouldn't be long. Heavy continued to wash their lunch dishes as he waited for the man to finish his phone call. " Ja, hello? Ah, guten tag.” Medic paused to listen, a tight-lipped smile across his lips. RED Team Base, Kitchen - Badlands, New Mexico, USA. ← Previous Work Part 2 of Australium-Tinted Glasses Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 29761 Chapters: 8/? Comments: 61 Kudos: 135 Bookmarks: 17 Hits: 2774
Set after comic #5 but it's not canon with #6.
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