O-kay! I know i'm so behind my schedule...so i'm so so so sorry...

It's just that school life gets in the way and all... but now that i'm on vacation (Christmas vacation) i get to write without distraction hehehehehe

Thanks so much to the patient people out there! (Also, to the people who faved, read, reviewed and followed :D)

Of course, i'm so happy to have the patient Jinny beta the story. You are so patient XD

Anyway, let's get along with the story~

"So these are the blueprint for that darned machine?"

"Vell, yes… alzough I might be missing some for zhe ozher parts… you see, it not just one machine but rather it operates vith 5 parts… two of zhe parts are for power, zhe ozher two for analyzing zhe brain and nervous system of zhe patient…", Medic scratched his head as he tried to recall the way he built the invention, "and zhe biggest part vhich does zhe operation vizh its metallic hands and radioactive beams…"

The two smartest people of their team were studying the physics used to construct Medic's extraordinary invention in the middle of the junkyard which was previously known as the medical bay. The German leaned uneasily on the table with arms crossed; trying to read the expressions the Engineer was giving away as he scanned through the blueprints.

Engineer took one of the blueprints and examined it carefully. "Shucks doc, the pieces you used must've been crafted somewhere else, huh? I don't recall seein' some of these tiny mechanical parts…"

"Oh yes, I had to order zhem from Svitserland, Germany and ozher places."

He stood in perfect posture and smiled confidently, making him look the way Scout did once he secured the intelligence. He may be a doctor, but he knew how to build his own machines and lab equipment and sometimes, weapons.

The Texan wiped the sweat off his forehead; he was already feeling the pressure of having to rebuild foreign equipment filled with tiny, delicate metal pieces.

"I'm not so sure about this doc…", he said as he slowly paced around the bay, "I repaired around a hundred pieces of machinery almost every day of my life… but I've never seen anything like this toy of yours! Never made any lab apparatus before, but of course it's worth a try."

Medic looked at him with concerned Scout eyes. "Can you fix it, Herr Engineer?"

The labourer smiled a very Texan smile. "Of course, doc. I got eleven PhD's… there's no machine in the world that I can't fix."

That seemed to calm the doctor down.

"All I vant is zhat it gets fixed. I want to be back at my own body as soon as possible."

"Aren't you enjoying Scout's young and energetic body?" asked the Engineer. The man comfortably sat down on one of the bay's wooden chairs and scanned some of the blueprints scattered on the table. "I mean, it must feel quite exciting for you, doc. I expected you to feel like you've gotten a sip from the fountain of youth or got involved in some magic spell that brought you back to your adolescence stage."

The German replied by giving him an expression of disgust. "It is nozhing like zhat, kamerad. I just feel like an old man placed inside zhe body of a boy vizh a severe case of ADHD."

Engie raised an eyebrow. "That's an interesting thought… So you don't feel overwhelmed or anything? I remember seeing you running like mouse being chased by some rabid dog yesterday while we were playing games with those bastards."

"Oh zhat?", asked the Medic. His face showed hints of red as he closed his eyes and tried to think of an excuse. "Vell, it vas zhe remaining traces of Scout's brain cells, and my consciousness had nozhing to do vith zhat… but I vill admit, it vas very fun to run around like zhe idiot."

"I thought so. It looked like you were havin' the time of your life."

"Running vas never vone of my favourite things to do vhen I vas a child. It vas just yesterday that I vas able to feel… a bit happy and excited as I mimicked zhe dummkopf."

"So how did you spend your childhood?"

The young lad's eyebrows shot up as if he expected the Engineer to already know the answer.

"I read books about human infections and diseases of course, because nozhing is more enjoyable zhan zhat. Isn't it obvious? I mean, vat kind of child vould vant to run around zhe fields vizh ozher children?"

"Uhm… actually all children would prefer to run around like idiots instead of scanning through medical books…", started the Engineer, but when he saw a weird expression coming from the Medic he quickly took it back. "But… yeah I agree with you, doc! I cannot imagine a perfect childhood without reading at least one book blabbing about loose bowel movement…"

Silence dominated once again, but this time it felt more comfortable. It didn't seem like it, but the Engineer felt like he was having a bonding time with the 'Scout'.

"Hey doc, how'd yah handle the little feller? Looks like he did a good job in making the medical bay look like a post-war zone."

Whenever someone would mention the word 'medical bay' and 'war zone' in one meaningful sentence, the German would make strange whines and noises indicating his mood.

He never did this when before they switched. Were Scout's childish antics affecting him?

"Please, don't remind me about zhat… I never vant to see zhe face of zhe stupid idiot again. How dare he mess up zhis vell organized vorkplace!"

"Don't ever look into a mirror; you might end up shattering it to a million pieces! HahaHA!" He laughed heartily and even managed to slap his knee the way traditional Texans do.

The 'Scout' gave him a look of annoyance. "Herr Engineer, I'm being serious."

Laughter died down slowly, and within a few seconds the man was trying to catch his breath. "Hooo… sorry 'bout that doc… It's just that these weird situations happen too rarely; I'm simply making the best of it." A smile radiated from his face, making Medic's eyebrows furrow.

"Maybe you can make zhe best of it… I have no idea as to how I could adjust to zhis situation."

The man in overalls stood up and rolled all the blueprints together. "Okay! I gotta put these babies in my workshop so I can get started right away… Um doc?"

"Yes, Herr Engineer?"

"Where is the Scout? He's not, um… causing trouble with your body somewhere else?"

Medic's eyes bulged out, because deep inside he knew exactly where the Scout was. He knew exactly what the Scout was doing and he also knew exactly how he was going to cause his death once they get back to their original bodies.

"No… I don't know vhere he is…"

"I bet he's up to no good. You better keep an eye on him."

"Mm-hmm."

"Doc?"

"Mm-hmm?"

"Are you okay? You're sweating like a pig in the middle of a doggone desert."

It was true. The way he stood up and moved around nervously was one sign that no, he was not okay. This wasn't normal for the Engineer, because he's seen how the Medic gets nervous and it looked nothing like this.

"Soldier", thought the 'young' doctor. "I nearly forgot about him!"

Due to his jittery manner, he unconsciously mimicked the Scout's way of talking.

"Nope! Nothing's wrong at all Hardhat! I just have tah… uhm… I vill be back in a jiffy BYE!"

After that he zoomed past the doors leaving behind a trail of dust.

"Hoooweee! What the hell was that?"

"Do NOT frickin' die on me you bozo! Wake up for shit's sake! Oh man, dis is SOOOO bad!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

The Soldier didn't even moan in pain or at least cringe due to the impact of Scout's gloved hand. He just continued to lie down on Scout's messy bed like a dead person.

Like a real, dead person.

And it was freaking the Scout.

"If you are dead den could you at least respawn or something?!"

Slap! Slap! Slap!

He showed no sign of life nor respawn. Scout felt like slapping a large chunk of meat.

"Great, just great", he groaned sarcastically. The energy in him drained in an instant as he lied down next to Soldier.

"This sucks."

The Scout buried his head on his sweaty gloved hands. Sure, he's killed a whole lot of people during their skirmishes with the rotten BLU team, but no… he has never killed his own teammate before…

And if he ever did kill one of them, they always magically come back to life thanks to the respawn system! Those nasty BLU's that he killed before never stayed dead for more than a minute, because it usually takes around 20 seconds for them to reappear and start running.

But Soldier has been out for at least an hour and a half.

"Come on now Scout, think! What could wake this bastard up?!" he asked himself, refusing to believe that the American patriot was dead. He pulled his body away from the bed and began pacing around noisily.

"Maybe I can revive him with those electrifyin' thingies police use in movies? Nah, we don't even have dat around here… Oh! OH! What if I slap dah life out of him? Damn, already did that… Maybe I could get a bucket of water and splash him… my momma always did dat when I was late for school… nah, fuck it! I don't want to mop the water afterwards…"

So many ideas, yet it seems like none of them were going to work.

"What if…"

Holy piss in a jar.

The weirdest suggestion came across his mind.

The pale blue-gray eyes he now possessed looked directly at the only unconscious person in the room. There was no sign of him breathing or snoring; it was as if he had just hit the pause button in Soldier's life.

Or was it the stop button?

"Oh fuck no", said Scout as he shook his head. "There is no way… nobody can frickin' force me to…"

The man took a deep breath and slowly walked towards Soldier. He rubbed his chin intelligently and leaned forward to get a better look at his face.

"Huh… URK!"

Scout immediately backed away with a horrified and disgusted expression. "Uh-huh. NO. FUCK NO. I am never going to give this bozo CPR!"

Just imagining the thought made Scout's legs weaken and feel like jelly. But he had no choice; CPR might just be the answer. Well, at least it would be better than having to face that ugly witch with stupid explanations as to how this happened.

Before the big event, he peered briefly outside his room, banged the door, and quickly locked it.

"Better leave it locked… I don't wanna explain any of dis to the other dummies. Besides, if ever dey would be jinxed enough to catch me it won't ruin my reputation…"

He let out an evil chuckle, making him sound like the Medic ready for an operation. "… but I would be making that bitchy doctor look like a fag."

He licked his lips and took a deep breath. "Alright, here goes nothing!"

Time seemed to stop as the Scout leaned forward inch by inch; hesitantly looking at Soldier's sleeping face every now and then. His right eye was opened and closed every two seconds; making sure his lips were still as far as possible from Soldier's.

"Don't worry about this… It'll all be forgotten in the future…" he thought to himself.

Drops of sweat formed on his forehead and his breath suddenly stopped once he was around 3 inches away from Soldier's mouth.

It literally stopped because two massive hands were choking him to death and shaking his head like a pair of maracas.

"WHAT WERE YOU INTENDING TO DO YOU MAGGOT?!"

Oh joy. The Bostonian didn't know what emotions to express; joy because his comrade is still alive, sorrow because the American nutcase is unfortunately still alive, fear because soon he won't be alive, or embarrassment because of the last thing he did while he was still alive.

"Ack ergh guguh ack ack eugh ARGHEGH!" was all he managed to say.

"What? I can't understand a single word you're saying! Speak up maggot!"

Scout sent him a 'get-your-fucking-hands-away-from-my-throat' look with hopes of Soldier understanding his message.

"Ack! Eurghugh erh agck agk!"

"What?!"

Whoops. Scout remembered that it was the American nutcase he was talking to.

"Dang, I need a different approach!" he thought. His head was turning into a beautiful shade of violet.

So a different approach he tried. He punched the man on the nose.

"Aaargh!"

Soldier quickly let go, pushed him away, and covered his red and bleeding nose. "Damn it, Oktoberfest!"

The Bostonian breathed in and out like an asthmatic rhinoceros. "You… you almost… huff… you almost fucking killed me!"

"Well of course I almost killed you because YOU ALMOST KISSED ME WITH YOUR NAZI LIPS! AND MAY I REMIND YOU I HAVE NO INTENTION OF KISSING NAZI LIPS! IT'S VERY UN-AMERICAN!"

"Da hell? I was just going to give you CPR because I thought ya were dead! Good thing you're alive though… no CPR needed."

The boy gave a sigh of relief. 'No CPR needed' felt like a heavenly sentence.

The American sat up within half a second and cracked his knuckles. Then, he stood up and stretched his limbs. "CPR? What does it stand for?!"

"I don't know… urgh, carjack polio-fairy recitation?"

"You're asking me private?!"

"Uh, no sir…"

Scout sighed to himself. He hated it when Soldier uses a tone that would make you reply respectfully. He observed quietly as the man in front of him did several jumping jacks. Damn this dude was a freak.

"Huh… I feel surprisingly active today…"

The 'Medic' stopped breathing for a while. "Was it because of that stuff I injected intah him?! Wait a minute; I have no idea as to how that stuff works… I just remember the real Medic's face went red after he analyzed the goo…"

"Fritz!"

"Yes, Herr Soldier?" "What you frickin' dumbass?!" It was time to act like the Medic.

"Is this supposed to happen? Did it cure my diabetes?"

"Yep, that's the effect of zhe pills. Besides curing diabetes, it's supposed to make you stronger, and ergh… healthier than a horse?" "Dude I have no fucking idea… I think it's the effect of the goo… those pills were only supposed to cure diabetes."

Soldier slapped Scout's back with the same force he uses to punch his enemies. "YOU DESERVE A MEDAL DOC! THANKS FOR THE AID!"

"Ehehehe, no problem!" "OH SHIT I THINK HE BROKE MY SPINE!"

Soldier stretched once more and headed for the door. He waved at the doctor (currently in pain) and whistled happily as he exited the room.

The 'old German' collapsed into his bed and tried to recall the events of the day.

"Fuck… what the heck just happened?"

Muffled voices from the outside reached his ears. One of the voices was clearly Soldier's; his voice was not muffled at all. The other voice was so familiar… it sounded like himself.

Oh wait.

BANG!

The door flew open, revealing a red faced young lad.

"Vhat zhe heck just happened?!"

"Dude look, I can explain…"

Medic marched angrily towards Scout, and pinched both his cheeks. "ZHEN EXPLAIN TO ME VHY HE IZ STILL ALIVE."

"Obviously it's because… wait, he's not supposed to be alive?"

The German resisted the urge to behead his own body, and he forcefully let go of his own cheeks. "You do not know what kind of chemicals you used, dummkopf!" he said angrily, and he poked him hard on the forehead causing the Scout to topple onto his bed. "Zhey vere supposed to kill him! I do not understand vhy he vas still able to stand up and greet me vizh a smile and a stupid sentence… about a horse…"

Scout rubbed his forehead. "Ow… but why is he still alive?"

"I don't know…", murmured the German. He sat next to the former flash of their wacky group. "But he probably won't be alive for long… or maybe…"

"Or maybe what?"

Medic looked at Scout with a killing intent in his eyes. "Changes might happen to him. I cannot know for sure, but I could go to zhe bay and start studying zhe blood sample I took from him vhile he vas unconscious."

"Changes, huh? I gotta tell you doc, I don't think I could tolerate another change that could happen to our group… yah see, this frickin' switch is already too much for me", said Scout. He crossed his arms and pondered… how would that helmet boy change, mentally or physically?

"Vell yeah? Zhe vay you trashed zhe lab vas more zhan too much for me! Now get out of my sight before I vould decide to mutate you!"

Before a quarter of a second passed, a trail of dust replaced the Scout and the Medic was left inside his room, all alone.

He smiled darkly to himself.

This would be easy.

He has never done this before, but the skills he acquired from his current job made him such an expert at this.

It was dark inside the metal hallways of the building. Of course, it was occupied by only two people within only one room, and electricity would cost much if all the lights in the building were left switched on. There were no body guards anywhere, but there were a whole lot of CCTV cameras covering every corner of the damned place.

Good thing he was wearing an all black suit. That made him invisible to the human eye who could be viewing through mini monitors; but if the cameras could sense infrared radiation… well, he never considered that before.

"Well, here goes nothing", he thought to himself.

He ran silently, like a ninja that wasn't there. It seemed like he was familiar with the place, for he turned and ran into the right pathways and never hesitated when he approached forks in the road. Whenever he was faced with a flight of stairs, he would merely fly over them and not feel his muscles tiring out.

He moved as quickly as possible, yet his body didn't seem to complain at all.

The cameras changed their vantage point every once in a while, but the gadgets never paid attention to the sudden wind that would breeze right through them.

"Almost there… Once I get this over with I could finally get my pay…"

After passing through 6 floors, he finally made it to the place of legend.

"This is it."

The darkness made it impossible for him to locate the tremendous door that was supposed to make the place unreachable for unauthorized personnel, but thanks to his night vision goggles, he managed to easily locate the lock.

He'd open it easily if it were a traditional lock but nooooo….

He needed to deal with an electronic lock system.

"What the hell?" he mouthed silently. "These things were invented already? I didn't sign up for this shit! How the heck could I open a…" Then he remembered. The person who set the password for this lock was that same person who built the decoy base…

"That dude spelled out the word 'weapons' like a pro…"

With an IQ like that, he wouldn't have created a password that can't easily be decoded.

"Looks like it's trial and error time! Hmmm, let's try 1, 1, 1… uh, 1."

Teet!

Woah. Talk about an extremely tough security password made to lock up the most important documents of this facility.

The man smiled, and slowly opened the door. There it was, in front of him, easily seen thanks to the dim light that hung above it… the item that would change the fate of his nation's military… It definitely wasn't the usual briefcase that those stupid teams were fighting for.

It was the real intelligence, the secrets of this facility.

I holds the selfishly hidden secrets of the respawn system.

Mmm-hmm, guess where i got the idea of an easy password (hint: Spy )

Okay the next chapter is coming up next week or the week after that.

Up next - *surprise surprise* (actually i don't know yet i still have to get my ideas straight :D)