"Heh heh. Can't hit what ain't dere fatty!" The Blue Scout cried out, running past the heavyset Russian man. He was one his way to capture the intelligence from the Red team base, when he had heard the sound of the man's mini-gun spinning. The Red Heavy knew that he was around, just wasn't sure of where.

So the Scout downed a whole can of Bonk! Atomic Punch, so he could easily escape the large man's bullets. It was a foolproof plan, really, since the energy drink gave him a boost of speed like no other. A boost that he could use to avoid the slow moving Russian man.

The Scout could see the briefcase ahead, and could easily run up to it and run away before losing the boost of speed. But instead he chose to antagonize the bald Russian.

He ran circles around the man, causing the man to spin in slow circles, spraying bullets as he turned. The Scout dodged everything easily, laughing childishly as he ran.

The older Russian screamed in fury at the Scout, trying his hardest to move faster. Unfortunately, his gun slowed him down by exponential levels, especially when he was shooting it. So the Scout just continued running circles around him.

"Look at me! I'm not even winded! Getting tired fat man?" The Scout taunted, laughing evilly. He could tell his speed boost was wearing down, so he pulled out his shotgun, the Force-A-Nature. Once the boost was gone, he ran towards the intelligence, turning around every so often to see if the Red Heavy was following him.

He was, giving Scout the perfect opportunity to shoot. One shot blew the large man back a few steps, allowing him to grab the briefcase with ease. But instead of running out the typical escape exit that the opposing team would use, the young Boston native decided to turn around and taunt the hulking Russian man.

"Today ain't ya day, pancakes. Look at you, I mean LOOK at you! I am owning you you fat, bald bastard." The Scout said, running circles around the man. He double jumped out of the way when the man dropped his mini-gun and pulled out his shotgun. The man was much faster with the shotgun out, so the Scout knew he'd have to dodge by jumping here. But still, heavy was quite slow just from his own weight alone so Scout wasn't too scared.

The Heavy roared in anger, and continued to fire shots from his gun at the Scout. The man had no words for this punk kid, nor did he have the patience to deal with him. All he wanted was for his young tormentor to leave him alone. Or drop dead, whatever happened first. He wouldn't even care if the kid got away with the intel, so long as he just left.

The Scout continued to mess around, figuring he was in a great situation. He could easily rip into this guy with his Force-A-Nature, and then run off with the intelligence safely strapped to his back. His speed was just too great for the large Russian. He just couldn't lose in this situation, especially since the Heavy wasn't being buffed by his Medic friend.

In that situation, Scout would not hesitate to get the hell out of there.

But since his team was already advancing upon the Red team, he figured he could mess around with this dim-witted Heavy for a while.

He let off another blast from his Force-A-Nature, this one at close range, causing the Heavy to fall back and hit the ground. The Scout assumed he was dead, a fact that surprised even Scout. He wasn't aware that the man was at a low enough health for him to nearly one-shot him.

But he didn't question the logic of the event, and instead focused on gloating ab out his victory. He smirked, and stood over the body of the Heavy. He couldn't believe how easy it was to defeat the man.

"Not so tough without your medic buddy, are ya fatty? Heh. I think I'll take Sasha out for a steak dinner tonight. Whad'ya think about that?" He said, sticking his tongue out. The Scout took a moment to stand there and laugh over the body of the Red Heavy. He went into his bag to grab another Atomic Punch, when he was interrupted by a large fist smashing him in the side of the face.

The Scout was in shock. He was sure he had seen the Heavy fall down dead, so how could he have hit him? Sure enough when the Scout turned to face the source of the punch it was the Heavy, standing with his fists out ready to destroy the Scout. The Heavy quickly punched the young boy a few times, knocking him out cold, and causing him to drop the intelligence. The man then picked up the intelligence and the Scout and carried him to a ledge. He looked into the unconscious face of the Scout, and gave a glare.

"Spy not only one who can play dead, little man." He said, dropping the body over the edge, to be eventually discovered by the Scout's team mates. And to hopefully be used as an example of what happens to those who cross the Heavy.

He then walked back to the intelligence room and dropped the briefcase onto the desk hard. He then went to sit behind the desk casually, pulling out a large rag in order to clean his guns. He rested his mini-gun Sasha in his lap, using the rag to wipe down any dirt or blood that happened to get on the gun when he was attacking the Scout. He then began to wipe down his fists when his team mates entered the room. A scout from the team was carrying the Blu team's intelligence on his back, while the rest of his team was behind him, as a defense. When the Scout dropped the other team's briefcase onto their desk they all took notice to the blood covered Heavy.

They stared at him, and his cool demeanor at the moment, despite being covered in blood. The Scout felt chills go up his spine as he realized that the Heavy was also carrying a trophy with him: A Sandman's bat. The Red Scout knew that his team mate would never hurt him, being they are on the same team, but seeing how he dealt with enemy Scouts always freaked him out. He always felt like he was next.

The Heavy felt everyone's stares, and he stopped wiping down his fists. He returned their gazes with an almost innocent look, to which his team questioned.

"It was my job to protect briefcase, da?" He asked them, wondering if maybe he wasn't supposed to have been the intel protection. The Spy on his team stepped forward and coughed.

"Indeed it was, my Heavy friend." the Red Spy said, seeming a little awkward in this situation. That in itself was surprising, because the Spy was usually the one to keep his composure in most situations.

"Then what is problem Leon?" He asked, addressing the Red Spy by his actual name. Leon made a gesture with his hands that would suggest that he was trying to say something, but he said nothing. He simply nodded to the Heavy, and shrugged. His team sort of stood their in the room, unsure of what to do now.

Heavy just looked at them, and noticed the Blue briefcase. He gave the smallest hint of a smile in his face as he saw the case.

"So, we have the Blue briefcase? Then the mission is over. Horosho!" The Heavy said, standing up. He walked past his team mates, all of whom watched as he passed by. He left the intel room, and walked up the stairs out of sight from his team mates. He dragged his "trophy" behind him, causing the Scout to cry out in fear. The Soldier laughed at the Scout.

"Is little Scout scared of his own team mate?" The Soldier teased, causing the Scout to scowl and shove the Soldier away.

"Well yeah I'm scared. The guy eats Scouts for breakfast! Wouldn't you be scared if he made waste of Soldiers like that?" The Scout asked. The soldier grimaced for a moment and then stood at attention.

"I am a soldier, I have no fear!" The Soldier said, almost mechanically. The response seemed tired and fake, as if it had been used one too many times. Also, the expression on his face didn't help his words either.

The Scout scoffed and pushed the Soldier slightly, causing him to trip and slouch a bit.

"I'm just saying, that guy could snap at any second. One wrong move and BAM! We're fodder for his Mini-gun. The guy already seems to have some problem with us, seeing as he don't stay around us for too long." The Scout said, shivering slightly at the thought.

The Spy frowned, and coughed. He wasn't too found of the team trash talking another member. Especially if the Scout was right about it, and the Heavy heard them talking about him.

The Engineer shook his head at the way the Scout was talking.

"That there is just a sad display, boy. He's our team mate and you're talking about him like he's foul scum. That just ain't right." The Engineer said, walking up to face the scout. The Scout just frowned.

"Hey, I'm just saying from what I've seen dat guy do to Scouts, I'm a little cautious of him. Ya can't fight facts like dat." The Bostonian said, trying to get his point out. He had nothing against the Heavy, he was just afraid of him from what he's seen of other Scouts.

"Just 'cause a chicken has wings don't mean it can fly, String bean." The Engineer retorted to the Scout. He refused to let Scout keep believing that their own team mate was a crazy person. Sure the Heavy was scary in combat, but that was combat, it should mean nothing in the real world.

The Scout moved closer to the Engineer, as if he was going to challenge him to fight or something. He put up his fists and took a fighting pose.

"Where I come from, name calling is grounds for a fight. Ya feel tough, smart guy?" The Scout said, moving in place like a boxer would. The Engineer lifted his wrench, as if to scare off the Scout, and laughed. He made a motion as if to challenge him, when the Pyro jumped between the both of them. With a quick burst from the flamethrower, both of them separated, allowing for the Spy to walk into the center of the group.

"Now, this is no way to be behaving. We are a team, and we are adults, and we shall act as such." The Spy said, giving looks to both the Scout and the Engineer. Both of them looked away in shame.

"So with that, who wants to go talk to our large friend? Because clearly this team needs to work on team building, and the best way to do that is to get to know your team mates. So who shall go talk to him?" The ever-calm Leon asked, giving a look to the Scout. But Scout backed away, shaking his head furiously. The Spy rolled his eyes, and looked around the room. No one seemed to want to volunteer, seeing as when his eyes met the others they looked away.

"Really? Are you all so afraid of your own team mate that you won't go talk to him? This is pathetic." He said, groaning at the amount of cowardice on the team.

Leon was about to speak once more when a gloved hand was raised. It was the Medic, finally volunteering to go talk to Heavy.

"It seems ze frauleins are too busy crying to be bothered vith zis. Ze Heavy trusts me more zan zose dummkopfs anyvay." The Medic said with a sigh. He could not understand what everyone else was so afraid of. He was their team member for Christ's sake! Besides, the Medic had spent quite some time with him on the battlefield, and he knew the Heavy only fought the enemy.

The Medic left the room, trying to follow the path that the Heavy took. He went up the stairs, noticing the blood stains from the Scout he destroyed earlier.

That man was very loyal, or so he had seen. He only ever fought to do his job, and never did anything he wasn't asked. What was there to worry about?

As he rounded the stairs and went up to the main floor of the base, he noticed more blood stains and hints of dead bodies. That was hardly enough to bug him, seeing as he was a man of medicine and quite often saw bloody scenes during battle, and after it. He was the one who ran the mini-hospital in their base, used primarily to find and save anyone who had been shot or bludgeoned into unconsciousness. Once found, they were hooked up to a large machine that worked like his Medi-gun and after a few minutes they were fighting fit.

He continued on his search, hearing the sound of Russian music being played from somewhere distant. He followed that as his lead, and as he followed he began to get an eerie feeling inside. He could see a large difference from this area and the area that he had previously been in. For one thing, this area seemed to be darker and dirtier.

The music got louder, and the Medic knew he was entering Heavy's domain at this point.

It was essentially a section of the base reserved for those who chose to live within the base, though this section was pretty much a dead area since most of the team who lived here lived in the newer section, a section that actually got cleaned and maintained. The Medic breathed in through his nose and the harsh smell of cleaning agents hit his nose. He wasn't exactly sure where the smell could be coming from, seeing as the hallway he was in didn't seem to have been cleaned recently.

The doctor followed the scent and the sound, leading him to the end of the hallway to a door that was slightly opened and had light pouring out. The man stood outside and looked in carefully at what was going on inside the room.

Inside, Heavy was sitting on a bed holding his gun to him. There was a bottle of bleach on a small table next to him, and he was holding a soaked rag to the gun. He was carefully wiping the gun with the chemical, making sure the bleach didn't stay on one spot for too long. He was being extremely careful with his gun, and smiling as he cleaned.

"Oh Sasha, you are only one who understands me. You are only one I ever love, my Sasha." The man inside the room said gently to the gun. The tone he used was so soft, the Medic standing outside strained to hear.

"They look at me like I am monster. It is very painful. But you understand, da? You do not think I am monster, Sasha, and that is why I love you." Heavy said, hugging his gun tight.

The Medic frowned, the scent of the bleach practically suffocating him. How was it that the Russian was able to sit there in a closed up room with an open bottle of bleach and a bleach soaked rag so close to his face? Even at this distance, the Medic was choking. So how did that man stand to be surrounded by the fumes?

The Medic let out a cough, causing Heavy to jump in fear and scowl.

"Who is there? Speak now or die." Heavy said, glaring into the small crack in the door. The Medic stepped into view, and opened the door up slightly. He tried to give a smile, but couldn't help doing anything else but continue coughing.

Heavy put his weapon down and walked over to the Medic. He jabbed him once in the side, making sure he wasn't a spy, to which the Medic wheezed. The Heavy frowned, and went back to his bed, motioning for the Medic to come inside.

The Medic nodded, and breathed deeply into his medi-gun the Kritzkrieg. The inhalation of the concentrated medicine helped him breath easier in the room. The man tried to find a window to open so that the fumes could escape but there were none.

"Heavy, vat are you doing in a room full of noxious fumes? Doing zis could kill you." The Medic said, walking up next to the man and aiming the Kritzkrieg at him. He gave the man a few blasts from the gun, enough to help him breath normally. The use of his gun helped to normalize that room's oxygen levels, since the medi-gun contained oxygen in it.

The Heavy sighed, and shrugged. He didn't give the man an answer, and avoided the German doctor's eyes. He seemed to be thinking up an acceptable excuse for sitting in a room full of toxic fumes.

"Sasha was dirty. I had to clean her. Sorry for the trouble." Heavy said, looking at the Medic uninterestedly.

The Medic cocked his head to one side, and frowned.

"It is no trouble, Heavy. It is vorrisome to the team, zough. Ve are concerned about you." The Medic said, fixing his glasses slightly. He was lying at the moment, since most of the team were concerned that he was a serial killer or something. But Medic was quite concerned, given the man's words to his mini-gun.

Heavy scoffed, and went back to polishing his gun. He covered up the bottle of bleach, and placed it under the table next to a bottle of ammonia.

All zese cleaning supplies... Vat is he doing to himzelf? The Medic wondered, frowning slightly at the situation. He did not like it one bit.

"That is funny joke, doktor. This team, concerned about me. Please, doktor, call me Mikhail, it is only proper." The Heavy said, giving away his real name to the Medic. The Medic nodded, but still frowned. He didn't like the fact that Mikhail was acting so depressingly.

"Vell, ze team vants me to speak vith you. So tell me, mein Freund, vat is ze matter?" The Medic said, sitting down on a chair next to the bed that Mikhail sat on.

He stared at the doctor like the man was crazy.

"Nothing is the matter, doktor. Things are wonderful here." Mikhail said, giving the man a very unconvincing look. His light blue eyes gave a look of desperation, like he was begging the doctor to probe him for answers.

The Medic could just tell that the Russian man was desperate to have someone talk to him.

"I can tell zat you are lying, mein Kamerad. Now, please tell me vat is going on in your mind. Vat is your problem vith ze Scouts?" The Medic said, taking a serious tone with the man. The Russian looked at him, and decided to just tell the truth for once.

"You want my story? Fine. But I warn you it is not pretty." He said, eying the other man to gauge his reaction to Heavy's choice of words.

"You seem to forget my line of vork, Kamerad. Nossing is pretty in my vorld, Mikhail." The Medic said with a smirk. That was the truth, in a nutshell. The injuries he's seen, especially when he was a war doctor in Germany. The things that he saw back then was just insane.

The Heavy simply nodded, and let out a breath of air. He wasn't sure how prepared he was to tell his story to the man. It was then that the man realized his record player had shut off by itself, causing him to stall. He walked over to the machine and checked to see if had shut off from the record being finished, or if it was broken.

He toyed with it a little, and it began to work again. He just let it play low as background noise, since he felt a little self conscious about speaking to the Medic. The music was a Russian choir piece, sung by a female vocalist with an orchestra in the background. It seemed so sad, and yet so beautiful to the Medic.

"Well, the story begins when I was little boy back in Soviet Russia..." Mikhail began, recounting the tale of his childhood in Russia.

((Author's note: So, here's my first story on . :D Horosho! How did I do for my first time? I shall be uploading the second part as soon as I finish it, which should be soon since I have no school tomorrow. Please feel free to leave me comments about my work. Also, please forgive the way the story may feel rushed, I was working quickly to get to certain parts. I do that sometimes. xD

Also I guess, I should do some translation here. Just so you know, all of the Russian is a rough Romanization of the words. I found them online with quotes of the Heavy's lines, so I decided to use them. Please tell me if I failed at translating/spelling.

Da = Yes

Horosho! = Excellent

Frauleins = ladies

Dummkopfs = fools

mein Freund = my friend

mein Kamerad = my comrade ))