"Спасибо, little man. Maybe we just need to talk." James nodded and walked away. Mikhail took a deep breath and walked into the lab, prepared to argue with Ludwig. Instead, well...
"Komme sie bitte, Herr Heavy. I need to run some experiments on you!" Misha sighed.
"Doktor, Heavy just wants to talk..."
"Shush! On the medical table, und prepare for your examination! I made a new device that might help you in battle!"
The doctor operated on Mikhail, leaving him a new man with a bigger heart(quite literally) and a robotic attachment. The madman somehow could make Mikhail invincible for eight seconds with this device.
"Can we talk now, Doktor? No more jokes, just discussing matters between us." Ludwig shook his head dismissively and continued working with the box. Mikhail growled.
"Doktor, please. This is last time I will ask nicely." Medic groaned and turned away from the box.
"Vas ist los, Heavy? Can't you see I'm working?!" Heavy exclaimed in annoyance.
"Exactly! You need to stop working on box!" Medic groaned and started tapping his foot in annoyance.
"And? The box doesn't matter. Now go to bed. You wouldn't understand what I'm doing." Mikhail felt his new augmented mega-baboon heart crack. Henrik always took the time to explain things when Mikhail didn't understand. What happened to his Doctor?
"Fine...Я люблю тебя..." Misha walked to their room after a few moments without reply. He felt hurt, less so than when he saw his Doctor dying on the field today, but his heart still ached.
The next morning, Henrik wasn't in bed next to Misha. When the Russian went to investigate, the German had passed out on his desk, with the box next to his head. Misha picked up the poor doctor and laid him in bed, going to the kitchen to get breakfast for himself.
He still cared for his dear Henrik Ludwig, but after last night? A surgery, then being forced into bed by Ludwig's apathy, without even an 'I love you'? He could get his own breakfast.
"DOKTOR!" Misha called. Ludwig kept on jumping around with his Blutsauger and Ubersaw, not caring whether he died again. Mikhail roared loudly, standing in front of his beloved and taking the bullets for him. He felt a sharp pain in his shoulder.
"SCHWIENHUNDE! I CAN TAKE THE BULLETS!" Misha did not care. He just swept up his crazy Doctor and carried him to a safe place with a Medpack. Medic took the health pack, while Heavy ate his sandwich.
"Get back out there, dummkopf! The team needs you!" Heavy growled in response. Medic didn't waver.
"And I need my Doktor. Healing makes me stronger, and we need to hit charge to kill tiny baby men. Why do you deny us win?"
"I want to slay them myself! I want to see the life drain from their eyes when I stab them clean through! I want to hear their cries for help while I gun them down with needles! You cannot deny me this, du dummer, schwacher Teddybär!" Heavy dropped his Medic and walked away, not caring anymore.
"Pyro! With me!" He called, and the mysterious firebug went with him to kill tiny baby men.
His heart ached. He took out his anger with bullets, but he still wondered what he had done wrong. Was he not good enough? Was his Doctor getting tired of him? All these questions floated around in his head at dinner.
"You alright, Heavy? Something happen?" Heavy sighed down at the Texan, considering not telling the team mother the one thing that would impact their wins forever.
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TF2 X Reader OneShots (ReDux)
FanfictionFor some reason, my first book disappeared off the face of the internet. I swear, I didn't delete it, and I'm very unhappy. A lot of work went into it. But here's a do-over.
The Empty Box
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