TF2 X Reader OneShots (ReDux)

The Empty Box

"Hey, don't worry about Jane. He's still happy we won, he was just expectin' you a little higher in the ratings." James nodded.

"Thanks, Dell."

"Of course, son." Dell walked off to start cooking dinner with the Medic.

Things got worse as time went on. James got less and less motivated each day, almost as if he was emptying of energy.

One day, the Medic decided that enough was enough.

"I'm taking the box tonight."

"Henrik, you wouldn't do that! Would you?" Laurent cast a questioning gaze at Henrik.

"He's performing worse every day, and I believe the box is somehow behind it. Ich werde diese Scheiße nicht mehr nehmen! I'm taking the verdammte box!" The German marched upstairs and threw open the door to Scout's room.

"Hey, Doc. What's up?"

"What's up? Oh, I'll tell you what's up! That box is deteriorating your mental state and ability! I'm confiscating it for medical reasons!" Henrik quickly took the box off the end table.

"What's in here, anyway?" He opened the box, and a great gust of air suddenly flew through the room. Scout quickly got angry.

"Yo! What's your major malfunction?! It's mine! I found it!" Henrik simply ignored this, turning away and walking out.

"Fascinating..." He started running tests on the box, to see if it had any magical properties that could somehow survive Halloween.

"What are you doing, Doctor?" Henrik looked up at the great Russian bear that stood before him.

"Oh, nothing, just running some tests. Why, are you bored?" Mikhail chuckled and shook his head.

"нет, is just...You look tired, Doctor. You should get rest, Да?" Henrik smiled.

"Ja, I suppose it is getting late. This time is probably the only time that I will come to bed the same time you do, though, mein starker russischer Bär." Medic stood up, taking the box with him. Mikhail looked at him questioningly.

"Why do you take box?" Medic smiled at his lover's endearing broken English.

"I want to keep it close for some reason. It's absolutely fascinating, and I might run some more tests early in the morning. I don't want to make any noise looking for it in the dark." Mikhail nods and kisses Medic's forehead.

"Я люблю тебя, Ludwig."

"Ich liebe dich auch, Misha."

They both went to bed shortly after, not really caring that the box lay so close to them.

The next morning, Ludwig didn't wake up how he usually did. No kiss good morning for Misha, just straight to work. Mikhail was slightly perturbed by this, and felt a bit sad.

He wouldn't dare disturb his Doctor, however, and went to clean his beloved mini-gun, Sascha, as normal.

"Doktor, I wish to know why you fought so much today. I died many times, and Soldier is on my back about score." Ludwig simply shook his head dismissively and went back into his lab to study the box.

"Oh, this is bad..."

"What's up, lardass? You and the Medic caught in a snit?" Misha glared at James, before sighing heavily.

"нет, we do not argue. He is just ignoring me in favor of stupid box..." James chuckled.

"Looks like he might not be so into you, tough guy. Maybe you offended him in some way? He's like a broad, emotional and confusing." Misha nodded.