Just a short little story set in the past that's the basis for my other one, 'Some Things Respawn Can't Fix' involving the BLU Medic and RED Scout and the reason why the RED Spy lured Medic to the tunnel in Frontier.

Thanks to RabbitFangs0108 for the suggestion to do this. To be prefectly honest, I would have tried to write this anyway, but I'm glad that someone else wanted this as well :)

Enjoy.

VanguardShores

You Can't Run Forever, Little Jackrabbit

It was sweltering out in the sun, the air seemed stifling. Egypt's beautiful sand stone architecture and intricate hieroglyphs did little to distract the BLU Medic from the strangling heat and bulky clothing, made uncomfortably sticky from sweat. He blew air upwards towards his slick forehead and upper cheeks in an effort to create even a wisp of cooling wind, which was frustratingly nonexistent.

BLU made a good push against RED out of Respawn in the the first area and now the first capture point belonged to them. Now the fight became desperate for RED as they tried to hold off the BLU oppression, and holding their own well.

'Not for long if I get this über charged up soon.' Medic thought, smiling to himself. He couldn't help but imagine the looks the RED's faces when they see an Übered pair of angry mercs coming to ruin their fun.

RED had a winning streak and the BLU's weren't taking it kindly, with Soldier planning stupid and suicidal missions the cap both points. Of course no one dared try to point out the serious flaws in his plans; they didn't fancy spending a ceasefire day off locked outside the base in the blistering heat with no water. That and simply because the plan would never come to fruition anyway.

What gave the BLU's even more incentive was that if they managed to capture all of the points in all three areas, the Administrator was going to move the battle and the teams to a town called Frontier, away from the oppressive sun that they had the pleasure of fighting in for 6 months now. Spy was especially driven by this because Payload was his favoured fights.

The German jogged out of Respawn after being blown to bits, courtesy of the drunken RED Demoman. He travelled through the first cap point's stone base and a broken brick pile, past a wooden structure to his right, under a very high archway and carried on going straight, hoping that the shortcut would save him time to get back to front lines.

"Zhis fucking heat... who puts a battle ground in zhe middle of a desert, builds some fake archeological ruins and calls it 'Egypt'? We're not even IN Egypt..." Medic panted furiously.

Being the careful (if ethically challenged) doctor he was, he hated having to reopen Medi-Gun-healed scars and dig out fine yellow sand that got trapped in the flesh after battle. Medic was always wanting to do surgery on willing participants and got excited when someone knocked on his lab door, only to be disappointed to find out that he would be on grit removal duty. The doctor ran up the wooden ramp, crossed the stone wall and prepared himself to jump down and join his teammates at the bottom of the arch-covered stairs.

"Nice of you to join us, Fritz! While you were having a tea party in 'spawn, we were having our ASSES handed to us! WE should be the ones to give it to THEM! Those RED Commies don't know who they're dealing with!" Shouted Soldier just as Medic landed less than elegantly beside him, stumbling slightly with the heavy Medi-Gun pulling him to the right. Heavy glanced sidelong at the American and a frown creased his mouth, but to his credit he said nothing.

"I vasn't having a 'tea party' in zhe Respawn. If it vas any type of party it vould involve Deutsch Bier. Now be quiet and shoot zhat damned RED Sniper before he takes Demoman's head off." Medic said irritably, attempting to loosen his cerulean blue tie. Medic trained his healing beam on Heavy, Soldier, Pyro and Demoman in turn. However just as he starts to heal the hoarsely laughing Demoman, the Scot's head disappears in a rain of blood and bone, accompanied by the echoing crack of a rifle. The body falls to it's knees and lands on the flak jacketed chest, grenade launcher rolling out of it's grasp. Medic turned to Soldier.

"Nevermind."

"Don't worry. I gotcha Doc!" Scout said hastily, gripping his Soda Popper tightly.

Scout ran past the pair up the stairs, jumped over the Scot's slowly fading corpse and sprinted over the control point. Not to cap it however, but to unload two shots of his scattergun point-blank into the Sniper's face and chest. Scout attempted to sprint his way back but his downfall would be the cleverly hidden sentry that the RED Engineer built up. Medic gaped and cautiously creeped up the steps to pop his head above the last one, still keeping his beam trained on Heavy.

"Vell, zhat's ein vay to get rid of an enemy."

Medic jumped back and narrowly missed an aggressively sparking rocket from the opposite Soldier, which he managed to sidestep. Unfortunately Pyro, who was just to Medic's back and left, was caught unawares and unprepared while happily shooting flares over the staircase barrier. It exploded dramatically, splattering blood, guts and gore all over Medic, Heavy and Soldier. Some even landed on Engineer - "Tha' jus' ain't righ'" - who was in the right corner building up a dispenser and upgrading the teleporter.

"Ach, zhis approach is not vorking. Herr Heavy, vould you kindly lead the way? Ve need to flank zhe RED's. A direct attack is not going to get us anyvhere." Medic asked the Russian. A Scout could be heard in the distance harassing some people. Considering that BLU's own just died, it could only be the RED's Bostonian.

"Khorosho plan Doktor! Baby REDs won't know what hit them!" Heavy bellowed entertained with the idea of catching the other team off guard. As if on queue, a blur of red and a flash of silver crossed their vision on the stone walkway which Medic had jumped down earlier. A metaphorical lightbulb lit up in Medics's head.

"Actually I have a better idea."

"You do? Then please, share this with the rest of us! But remember, nothing can beat a FULL-ON assault!" Shouted Soldier, not liking any idea other than total annihilation of the other team.

"Let's just say zhat zhe RED Scout has been causing trouble and slowing us down all week... and I'm in desperate need of a new test subject." Medic said with a devil's smile, fingering his Amputator's handle while a drop of sweat trickled off his long nose.

"Hmm...alright Fritz! You know how to take care of yourself, especially against that hyperactive hooligan! I give you temporary leave of this current fight to cripple the REDs. Good luck and God-speed!" Soldier yelled with an immaculate salute, rocket launcher resting on his shoulder like a rifle. Medic attached the Medi-Gun to a hook on the pack and drew his Amputator with a flourish, the blinding sunlight glinting off the teeth.

"Danke Herr Soldier. But now, I have to look zhe part." Medic said, glancing over his glasses to the RED side of the stairs. Soldier looked confused and Heavy had a blank face like stone, also confused.

"Vhat? I do believe zhat zhe Scout likes to play vizh injured prey before beating zhe unfortunate merc to deazh. Finding some blood in zhis place shouldn't be hard." Soldier and Heavy were confused for a moment longer before simultaneously letting go a soft "Ah..."

"Happy hunting Doktor. Perhaps we can get out of this hell hole, nyet?" Heavy said with a spark of hope. Medic wiped the back of his gloved hand over his sticky forehead to little avail.

"Ja. Lets hope."

"Assistance bitte! Spy? Pyro? Scout even? Hilfe! Oh nein, bitte, jemand einfach töten mich schon!" Medic yelled out weakly, laying prone on the bloody ground with gloved hands covered in blood, glasses skewed and hair disheveled. He clutched at his stomach in obvious pain an attempted to drag himself to the mouth of the cool rocky tunnel, unfortunately it led to the RED side of the area. Delirium and blood loss confused his sense of direction but he couldn't care less, he just needed Engineer's dispenser or for someone to find him a health kit.

"Well well, look at what we got 'ere Doc? How da hell dijyou get separated from dat lame excuse for a team anyway, eh?" Medic looked up wearily to find a young Bostonian dressed in red staring down at him leaning on his aluminium bat like a gentlemen with a cane.

"I'm having a bad day. Just kill me. Have your fun once I'm dead ja?" Medic tried to sound aggressive but it came out rather wimpish. His right hand moved beneath him, holding his stomach.

"Nah Doc, there ain't no fun in dat. They need tah be alive 'n' kickin'." Scout said with a smirk, cocking his hips to the side.

"You sound like Spy, both RED and BLU." Medic gritted his teeth and tried to drag himself a little further towards the RED, leaving a blood trail behind him. Scout stepped forward lightly in his black cleats and Medic stretched painfully and grabbed onto his ankle.

"Nah, I ain't nothin' like those fancy French assholes. Where I'm from, it's either make da guy pay or let him go. No hurting 'n' living. Only alive 'n' unharmed or dead." Scout said with malice still smirking as he crouched down, peering at the doctor from under his cap.

"Who did dat anyway, Kraut? It's ya stomach so Spy's outta da question. Shotgun Pyro or Soldier? Pistol Engineer? Couple o' Heavy rounds maybe? Our Medic?" The doctor looked at the young man with pain in his eyes, or, was it something else?

"Actually ja, zhe Pyro had somezhing to do wihz zhis. But in a different capacity to vhat you're zhinking of." Medic said with a new found strength in his voice and glancing over his shoulder. Scout was confused so he followed the doctor's gaze and saw a blood pool with no trail connecting to Medic's. a crimson-caked fire axe lay beside it.

'That's weird. Wait. Where the fuck is Pyr- shit!'

But before Scout could react, the blue-clad Medic sprung up onto his knees and knocked the young man off balance, falling onto his backside. Having the wind knocked out of him Scout was confused, attempting to swing the his bat wildly. Medic swiftly caught his wrist and cut sharply but shallowly to relent Scout's grip, the bat fell with a resonant clang. Before he knew it, Scout found the older German straddling his waist, pinning his skinny legs with his knees, his bandaged right hand in the air held by Medic and the other trapped beneath a very large and menacing bone saw.

Once his vision cleared, Scout stared at the man who on the edge of death not a moment ago above him, the doctor's entire front was smothered in dusty blood, turning his lad coat a dark purple, but no wound. A maniacal grin adorned Medic's long face. If anything, it made the Medic look like a psychopathic butcher in Scout's whirling mind.

"Woah! What da fu-"

"You really need to be more observant of your environment, Junge."

I guess this is just a supplement to STRCF, but it works as story all its own. Review pwease? :3

Translations:

German:

"...Hilfe! Oh nein, bitte, jemand einfach töten mich schon!" - "...Help! Oh no, please, somebody just kill me already!"

"...Junge." - "...boy."

Russian:

"Khorosho plan Doktor!..." - "A good plan Doctor!..."