Medic is a professional. His purpose is to heal his team , no need for emotions or feelings. He joins his new team and quickly learns that they do things differently. Will Medic find his way in the team? / No respawn / Rated for swearing and violence.

A/N: This is my first fanfic from TF2. There may be some MedicxHeavy but very delicate and for character development. Written mainly in Medic's pov.

WARNING! I'm not English! So sorry for the mistakes, don't kill me ;) This is my first time writing in a different language.

Disclaimer: I don't own Team Fortress 2 or any of the characters.

Enjoy :)

Chapter 1

The new team

It was hot. Well, 'hot' wasn't the right word for this type of temperature. It was boiling. The sun was shining, mercilessly frying the buildings and everyone, that was stupid enough to get out of shade.

Medic swore under his breath. He was from Germany, he wasn't used to such weather. All he wanted to do right now was to find shade, take off his lab coat and drink something cold. The only problem was that he didn't know where the entrance to his new base was. The person who brought him here dropped him just in front of the gate and left him to slowly boil in the sun.

It was his first time in 2Fort. The base wasn't big but each building looked different, everything connected by numerous halls and doors with windows randomly arranged. Medic had a feeling that he will get lost here quite often.

Sighing slightly he grabbed his suitcase and medigun. Forget the entrance, for now he just needed to hide in the shade. He was told that someone will meet him here anyway, at least he hoped that someone would come for him. The idea of wandering around the corridors of the base alone wasn't tempting. The German didn't want to get himself into trouble. His new team could take him for the enemy's spy and that wouldn't be a good first impression.

The new team... On how many teams was he on, since he joined Reliable Excavation Demolition? The Doctor lost count. It's really amazing how quickly time flows and how someone's way of thinking can change; that the world wasn't as he imagined it to be.

When Medic joined RED, tempted with the pay, he was full of ambitions and great ideas how he will help his team in battle, making them invincible. He smiled slightly at the remembrance of his younger self. He was so naive. The reality was very different from what he thought. This was a cruel war, not an idealized world full of friends fighting side by side and winning just because they were together. He found out about this in the worst way at the very beginning. It was very hard for the Doctor when his first teammate died. He felt that he was responsible for that death. Medic thought that if he was quick enough or his medigun strong enough he could have saved his life. But he couldn't do anything but just watch as his friend's life slowly left the body.

With each following death the German felt similar. He was angry at himself that he was so powerless and weak. He always blamed himself and that nearly broke him completely. He didn't know what to do anymore.

War was cruel and it eventually took everyone from him. The Doctor was alone and just when he thought that he will soon join all his dead teammates, RED transferred him to another team. At first he wanted to decline and just go home. But RED refused his resignation and he was forced to stay and fight.

Slowly, battle after battle, death after death, he become resistant to the feeling of loss. He finally started to understand the reality of war. He was so stupid and naive. The battlefield wasn't a place for friendship or any sort of feelings. It's the skills that count because they will keep you alive. Emotions will only get in the way of rational thinking and logical decisions.

With that in mind Medic concentrated not on befriending with his team, but on perfecting his skills and developing his mediguns. The better he become the longer and better his team fought. He became a professional. He rejected all ideals that he had at the beginning and their place was taken by cold calculation and professional skills. That counted the most in a fight. Feelings were unnecessary.

This way of thinking helped him survive this long and progress. The German had one of the best and strongest mediguns. Most of his class couldn't even use it on themselves while he could heal himself without problem. RED finally noticed his potential. This team stationed in 2Fort was one of the best. They survived for a long time without member loses and were invincible on the battlefield. The Doctor felt proud. His hard work was finally appreciated. He will prove to the higher-ups that they made the right decision on putting him in 2Fort. He will show his skill and help his team win.

A quiet noise made Medic come back to reality. Footsteps. He looked in the direction of the sound. The Doctor spotted a lone figure approaching him from the direction of the base. Someone dressed in red; a red suit. He tensed up. The color of the uniform didn't matter, the German didn't like spies. They were clever and cunning, making people feel safe and then suddenly attacking from behind. The Doctor knew that he was one of their favourite targets. He was always cautious and vigilant, never letting his guard down, even on ceasefire.

Medic straighten up and faced the Spy. The man smiled at him while he approached, hands in pocket, relaxed stance. He didn't seem cautious, but the Doctor knew well that Spies were good at hiding emotions and pretending.

"Bonjour Docteur," said Spy, extending his glowed hand to the German, "I am sorry that you 'ad to wait, but we thought that you will arrive later. I 'ope that you did not wait long?"

"Nein, I just arrived," Medic answered, reluctantly shaking hands with the masked man.

"That is good to 'ear," Spy grabbed doctor's suitcase and now was heading towards the base, "I do believe we 'ave some matters to discuss but let's get out of this 'eat first. I am sure you are tired from the journey."

This was different, Medic thought. The Spy was carrying his suitcase, which, he was sure, wasn't light. Usually Spies were selfish and didn't help others if it wasn't beneficial for them. The Doctor shrugged and followed his guide. He really needed to get out of this sun.

When they entered the base the German sighed in relief. The air wasn't so hot here and the sun wasn't frying his head. It was only afternoon but now he realized just how tired he was. A cold shower and dinner should restore some of his strength.

"We requested for a medic some time ago so it was a pleasant surprise, when the 'igher-ups informed us of your arrival," said the Spy while guiding him through the maze of corridors in the base, "It is ceasefire tomorrow, so you will 'ave time to become accustomed with 2Fort facility. Is this your first time 'ere?"

Quite a talkative Spy he is, Medic though eying his new teammate. This was unusual but he decided to ignore it. He was here to keep those people from dying and not analyzing their character. "Ja, this iz my first time."

"That is what I thought," the Frenchman guided him through a big set of doors and straight to a big and bright room, "This is the medical bay and up those stairs one the left," he pointed the stairs right next to the doors of his new office, "are our rooms. Your room is 'ere," again he pointed at the medical bay and at the door at the other side of the room.

Medic smiled slightly. This was what he liked the most. His working place was close to his room so he won't have to run around the base to do his work, especially since he liked to work at night. Other teammates won't get in his way and he won't have to talk too much to them except missions and medical check-ups. He started to like 2Fort much more.

The Doctor walked into the medical bay to have a better look. By the wall in front of him stood a row of cabinets full of medicines and tools. He already knew that RED supplied everything he required so he didn't need to worry. There was a big desk on the right by the window and four beds with white curtains on the other side of the room. Everything was clean and smelled of medicine. An ideal place for him to work.

"I 'ope the room is to your liking Docteur?" said the Spy carefully watching him.

"Ja, danke," the German replied putting his medigun on the desk, still keeping an eye on the Frenchman. He really felt uncomfortable around him, especially since he acted so friendly.

"I am pleased to 'ear that," said the masked man putting the Doctor's suitcase on the floor, "Your doves arrived yesterday but they are in the mess 'all for now. I 'ope you do not mind. We did not know what they could do 'ere alone. I assume you are tired but unfortunately I have to ask you to come with me. We need to inform the rest of the team of your arrival."

The Medic didn't answer, just nodded, gesturing the Spy to lead the way.

While they were walking the Frenchmen explained where everything was and the Doctor listened carefully, trying to remember as many things as possible. He really didn't want to be a nuisance, losing his way in the corridors. When they passed one of the big windows the German saw the battlefield. There were two similar forts, one blue and one red opposite each other separated with a stream of water with a covered bridge. There were battlements in each fort. That was a perfect spot for Snipers. He would have to remember that in the future fight.

Finally the two men arrived in the mess hall. It was a large room combining a kitchen, dining and living room. There was a big table in the middle with nine chairs, a sofa and few armchairs, TV and even a pool table. Being one of the best teams had some advantages.

Medic switched his attention to his new team as Spy started to introduce everyone. That wasn't necessary as the German could easily guess who was which class. They were easily distinguishable. The Demoman (Demo for short, as the Spy said) was a drunken, black Scotsman with only one good eye. He was sitting on the couch with a bottle of alcohol in one hand. Sometimes the Medic wondered where RED did get all those explosive experts. Next to him was Sniper (Snipes), a tall Australian with yellow aviators and a hat in his hand. His long legs where high on one of the chairs that he put next to the couch. The man sitting by the table, with blueprints in front of him, had a yellow hardhat and goggles. No doubt the Engineer (or just Engi), a Texan. By his side was the Pyrotechnic (Pyro), covered in a fireproof suit and a gas mask on his head. The Doctor couldn't even understand what this man or woman was saying. Opposite them was The Heavy Weapons Guy (Heavy for short), a large Russian with passion for guns and constantly murdering English, who was now grinning at him widely. The Medic must have to admit that this man was bigger than the rest of his class that he meet. Next was Soldier (Solly or Sol), an American lover with a loud mouth and an army obsession, who was now saluting to him. Lastly the youngest one, Scout (surprisingly no nickname). A Bostonian addicted to some strange energetic drink, love for baseball and a swearing problem.

The Medic politely nodded to everyone as Spy introduced them. He really started to get tired of all this talking and wanted to take his doves, go to his room and rest. He wasn't used to this type of treating. And what was with all those nicknames? They were grownup men, not high school students.

Most of his previous teams were formal professionals that kept to themselves. If someone wanted to become friendly, he was quickly reminded that this was war, not a party. The Doctor preferred it that way. It made his work easier. No needless chitchat, just business.

"It's good to have Doctor," said Heavy standing up and patting the German's shoulder. Quite a strong pat that nearly made him fall on the ground. Medic adjusted his glasses backing up slightly. He preferred his bones to be intact. He liked to work with this class as they were a destructive machine with his healing and a very good shield, but the Russian really needed to understand how strong he was.

"Yeh, but you bette' not be fuckin' runnin' from us, Doc," grinned Scout. Great, now he had a nickname, thought Medic sarcastically. "The last one was a fricnin'g coward!"

"Boy, could ya stop with the swearing for once?" glared the Engineer, "Sorry Doc. But true, we had some problems with the previous Medic. That's why we were one team member short for some time."

"You do not need to concern yourselves Herren, I am confident in my abilities," Medic straighten up, looking at the Texan. He needed to show them that he wasn't a person they could make fun of. The shorter man flinched slightly under the German's look. "I vas told zhat zhere iz ceasefire tomorrow, so I would like to do a medical checkup after breakfast."

"Again?!" Scout whined slumping his shoulders, "We already had one wit' that good for nothing coward!"

"Don't whine maggot!" roared Soldier, "Doctor's orders! This is war! You need to stay fit or you'll die!"

"Auf Wiedersehen, Harren. I vill see you tomorrow," said Medic taking the cage with his doves and heeding towards the door, "I remember my vay back, danke," he added as the Spy started to follow him.

When he was alone, the Doctor sighed. Finally some peace and quiet, he thought. They sure seemed different from his previous teams. He will just have to show them that he isn't some pushover and they need to treat him seriously.

When the door closed behind the Medic, the Engineer finally relaxed his shoulders and exhaled loudly. This person wasn't as easy going as he thought he would be. He was stiff and very formal, someone that came to do his work and nothing else.

"So what do ye all think 'bout him?" he asked looking around.

"Has he a fuckin' stick in his ass or what?" said Scout grimacing.

"I do believe that 'e is not used to us," explained Spy leaning against the wall and lighting a cigarette, "Let us 'ope that with time things will get better."

"I heard that other teams are like that," Sniper put his legs down stretching his back, "All business. Let's leave him alone, he'll be all roight."

"All right my ass," Scout muttered swinging his bat, "I wanna kick those blue assholes without worrin' that the Doc'll leave me, 'cuz I'm to week or somethin'. That ain't right."

Everyone flinched slightly. The idea of coping with someone like their new Medic didn't seem comforting and the Texan could understand that quite clearly. They had rules that helped them survive and the most important one was that they were a team. If the Doctor wanted to keep to himself, then fine but, he will have to understand that being a team means trust.

"Let's give him a chance fellas," Engie smiled slightly at everyone. He just hoped that things will change because they really needed the help of a medic.