A gasp escaped their throat as their dear friend entered the room, "Spy!" They shouted, tears of joy threatening to fall from their eyes, "Oh thank god you-"

"Shhh" The BLU put a finger to his mouth, "I do not know where zhe Medic iz, do not shout," Spy chuckled lightly at their enthusiasm, trying to keep Pyro's mood up. From the looks of their body- all the new scars and what was left of their torn and cut clothes- they had been through hell.

The firebug didn't deserve this… Spy bit his lip as he started to release the pyro from the restraints binding them to the metal table. He would kill the german for doing this! From what the Frenchman read in Pyro's file, they had definitely endured enough treatment like this for one lifetime. Medic needed to suffer for making them relive those years of their life,

"Did… you come alone?" the firebug's voice was a small whisper- the question they obviously wanted to ask apparent in their words.

Spy smiled gently as he moved from one opened set of buckles to the next sealed ones, "Non, Soldier and your copain are somewhere in zhis building as well,"

"My… co-pan?" Pyro sat up, rubbing the red marks on their shoulders.

"Sniper iz here wizh us," He chuckled, "we must get you out of here az soon az possible, zhough- zhere iz no time to wait for zhem to catch up"

The BLU stood from the table. Their legs were a bit wobbily from being strapped down, but Spy quickly reached over to support them before they had a chance to fall,

"Will you be able to walk?"

Pyto steadied themself, "Yeah, let's just get out of here"

The Frenchman nodded and gave his jacket to the firebug before leading them to the door, quickly glancing out for any immediate danger. He could hear the distant sound of metal feet tromping through the concrete halls.

Staying in this room would mean certain trouble when Medic got back from his tantrum… but his dear friend was in no state to fight robots, either. Spy took a breath before taking hold of Pyro's hand and hurrying into the corridor. The two had a better chance fighting their way out than facing the medic with Mich in their current state.

The two rushed through the building. While he was concerned for the wellbeing of the others, getting Pyro out safely was his first priority. Spy listened carefully before dragging himself and the firebug around each corner. It would be great luck if they could avoid their enemies all together.

A rage filled scream filled the building as they made their way toward the exit. Spy couldn't help but smirk at the medic's apparent reaction. This meant they had to hurry up and get out, though- no matter how much joy he got from hearing Medic's ranting,

"How are you holding up?" Spy looked back to his comrade as he picked up their pace.

Pyro winced, but offered a weak smile nonetheless, "I'm fine! Just keep going,"

The pain was apparent on their face, but they couldn't focus on it now. They had to get out- they had to see their team again- they had to see Sniper! Medic's angry yelling was getting louder, so there couldn't be much time left to escape.

Spy nodded and turned his gaze back forward. He could barely hear anything through the metal and yelling from the inner workings of the building- keeping up such a fast pace could easily land the pair in trouble, but could they afford to slow down? He was sure that there were footsteps coming from the next corridor… Medic in one direction, and an unknown enemy in the other…

Damnit, no. They had to keep moving. If there were enemies waiting for them, then he would just have to focus on protecting Pyro! There was no way around this- Spy glowered as he turned the corner, readying himself for whatever they would face… or hit, for that matter.

The two rat straight into a solid body with a jarring thump, sending them stumbling back. Spy instinctively put a hand on his pistol, but stopped as he heard the man in front of him speak,

"Spy?" The sniper smiled at the BLUs in front of him, "And Pyro!"

The two gasped, Pyro freeing themself from their friend's grasp and running to embrace the Australian, "Clarence! Oh my God- You're alive!" They could feel tears forming in their eyes, but the firebug didn't care. He was here, he was alive, ha had come to rescue them just like they knew he would.

Spy rested his hands in his pockets as he glanced to the corridor behind the trio, "It iz good to see you are still alive," He chuckled, "But we do not have time for tearful reunions now" He took hold of the other BLU's shoulder, pushing them down the hallway, "Where iz Soldier?"

Sniper looked down as he followed close behind the Frenchman, eyes hidden behind shaded glasses, "He didn't make it… We ran into another bloody hoard of robots just over there," He gestured to the left, slumping his shoulders.

Pyro's eyes widened in disbelief. No- that couldn't be! Soldier was strong and smart- how could he be dead?! Spy sighed, patting his friend's back as he continued pushing them onward, "Do not worry about it, mon amie. Zhere iz still a chance zhat respawn caught him," Spy knew just how slight that chance was. Pyro didn't need to worry about their teammate- he needed to keep them as hopeful as possible.

"B-but-"

"Non," they were cut off, "He would want you to be safe. First we must get you out of here, zhen Sniper and I can come back for him,"

Pyro bit their lip. Soldier might be gone forever because of them! How were they supposed to just ignore that and keep going? This was… it was all so wrong. None of this had to happen- they still couldn't understand why Medic was doing all this! He should know that none of this would ever make them… Pyro let out a shallow sigh. None of this was right. Spy gave them a gentle push forward, prodding them to keep moving,

"It will be alright, trust me," The Frenchmen gave their shoulder a reassuring squeeze. They nodded and continued forward. Standing around wouldn't do anyone any good. They couldn't let Soldier's death be for nothing! And, at the very least, Clarence was alright. They would all get back to the base and- The sound of shifting metal that caused their stomach to instinctively clench in fear brought the firebug from their thoughts. Strange- that sounded like…

They turned their head back, eyes widening as the smoke from the Spybot decloaking began to clear. They tried to move the Frenchman out of the way, but it was already too late when they took hold of his sleeve. Spy's scream filled the mostly silent hallway before his body fell to the floor. Pyro stared on in disbelief, wide eyes filling with moisture,

"s…spy?" Their voice came out as little more than a squeak as they slowly crouched to touch the cooling form. He did not move. He did not breathe. The BLU knelt there, motionless aside from the horrid tremor that continuously ran through their body. How could this have happened? Spy- no no this wasn't right- he was just talking and pushing them along! Heavy tears began to roll down Pyro's scarred cheeks, hand moving to cover their mouth and suppress the oncoming sobs. There was just no way… he couldn't be dead!

A mechanical huff came from the robot to their right, "You got blood on my suit," its mechanical voice mimicked Spy's saying, as if mocking them. They… They had to get away. If they stayed here, that Spybot would-! No, they couldn't leave Spy here… but… what could they do for him now? The robot stepped closer, reaching for Mich's hand. He was dead. There was nothing they could do to help him, and if they stayed frozen like this, they might as well be dead too. Pyro scrambled to their feet, glancing momentarily to the robot reaching for them. They didn't care where they ended up- as long as it was away from this place.

Pyro continued down the hallway, the sounds of mechanical footstep growing louder behind them. There had to be more than just the Spybot behind them at this point, but they didn't dare look back. They couldn't look back. They didn't have time to worry about any of that. A scoutbot emerged from a door way ahead of them, causing them to stumble on their already shaking and unsteady legs. There was no time to stop, and nowhere to evade! The mercenary plowed forward, tightly taking hold of the thing's wrist and using its own momentum to fling it back into the cluster now chasing them. Shit- they couldn't keep running like this! Not in their current condition at the least.

Ahead, the hallway ended in a split. They did not know what would be to the left, but they did know that the right held the room they were trapped in before Spy came for them. They did not want to return there, and they did not have much time left to make a choice. It seemed like an easy one… at least, at first,

"Tsk tsk, herr Pyro!" the voice sent a cold shock up their spine. No… No- Medic couldn't be back already! Shadows projected against the wall showed that their preferred route of escape was no longer viable. Running past the damn torture room would be better than facing him. They skidded slightly as they turned the corner to the right, momentarily catching sight of the German as they did so. They didn't have time to be afraid. At least, that's what the BLU continuously repeated to themself in an attempt to get their legs to stop shaking!

A doorway appeared in the distance, showing the darkness of night just outside its tiny window. That couldn't be the exit, could it? The possibility filled them with a mix of hope and dread. They were going to escape the building, but what then? Would there be more robots outside? Would they be able to get far enough away to get help? Where even was this maze of a warehouse? Pyro was not able to ponder any of these questions for very long as a sharp pain suddenly sent shivers up their spine. It was not a knife- the feeling of a Spy's backstab was far too familiar to them. This pain was more… thin. They stumbled slightly, sight beginning to blur as they reached around to their back and yanked out a syringe. It was from the Medic's needle gun- the bluntsauger or some strange German name like that. All they knew, and cared about at the moment, was that the weapon shot tranquilizers.

The BLU's fteps began to slow against their will. They were so close- the door was mere feet away! They couldn't… couldn't give up now… Mich's breaths became more labored and the world around them started going dark all while the muffled tromping of robotic boots got closer. They stumbled, falling to their hands and knees,

"Bitte, do not worry," the medic knelt beside them, easily taking them into his arms despite their lazily beleaguered protests, "I do not blame you for zht Spy trying to take you from me!"

The German stood and motioned for one of his robots to pick them up. They were dizzy and confused- where were they again? What had they been doing? Medic gently ran a finger over their scarred cheek before turning to lead his mechanical hoard.

"Let us get you back to your room," His sing-song voice did not sit well with the BLU, even if they were drifting in and out of consciousness. Their… room…? What did he mean by that again? They were so tired- closing their eyes for a bit couldn't hurt- but weren't they doing something before? Running… where were they running from? A room?

A room.

Their, room.

"nngh…oh…" their voice came quiet and slurred

Medic turned his head slightly as he walked "Vhat vas zhat liebe?"

"No!" the Pyro's cry sounded whinier than they intended. They did not fully understand why there were tears streaming from their eyes now or why they felt the strong urge to get away. Their instincts told them to run for some reason that their clouded mind could not remember. There was pain and light and the feeling of cold metal. Yes… metal- the feeling of the robot's hands underneath them gave a vivid feeling- as if a memory was hidden behind a curtain in their semi-conscious mind, but they could barely hear and feel and smell what was happening. Medic turned once more and patted their cheek,

"Shh now, herr Pyro. It iz just zhe anesthetics," they could vaguely make out the form of his attempt as a kindhearted smile through their blurry vision. It scared them.

They pushed meakly against the metal arms holding them, arms moving in uncoordinated and motions too big for what they wanted. "no no nO NO!" their sobbing yell rang through the hall, bouncing off the mass of robots and causing a horrible ringing sound in their ears that made them want to weep even louder. Medic gave an irritated sigh and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He lifted his weapon once more, aimed for his unruly and distraught captive, and pulled the trigger.

Hi I know this is a year late and not the whole last chapter like I promised. The guilt over not finishing it got to be too much and I couldn't bring myself to finish the (better written) story on my AO3 account without doing this one. The last chapter should be out by this evening/tomorrow morning.