Uncalled For || TF2

That One Episode

You gladly accept the medicine. Anything to help you to ease the painful experience faster. You look up to Medic with question, "Everyone take this medicine?"

"Some are, some not. Many of us adapt to ze system quickly it's insane sometimes," he chuckles but then smile knowingly, "but! Zen again, ve are insane aren't ve?"

You actually couldn't agree more with him. Who would have thought that someone could comeback alive? It never cross your mind until now. And a seemingly endless bloodbath war? The files that Miss Pauling has had provided for you did mention something about the war and the requirements required when you are hired. The in for a big surprise is certainly bigger than you expect it to be. And you are here, among them.

"Yes," you say finally.

You later discuss about the biotic bullet and its substance with him for a bit before going back to your room. In your room you write a report about the progression and possible improvements on the weapon for better effectiveness. Tomorrow you can place it inside the file box where someone would collect it and bring it to the company. That's what Engineer had told you about the box near the entrance of the base. How convenient.

Dinner will be in a few hours so you decide to take a shower to relax your muscles and mind. Grabbing your towel and hygiene stuffs, you stride down to the share bathroom and enter one of the stalls, closing the curtain behind you. There is another person already taking a shower at the stall near the entrance door. His whistles barely heard because of the running water. You recognize the song he is whistling is one of those pop rock songs.

Pay it no mind you go on with your own business, turning the shower on and relax under the falling water. You close your eyes as you let your whole body feel the coldness wash over your. The image of the enemy Scout swung his bat down at you suddenly appear and make you grit your teeth. The sound of cracked skull resonated within you when the bat came in contact with you and you felt it throbbing before your consciousness fade away, and you succumb to darkness. The images force you to open your eyes with a sharp gasp. Your arms are against the cold tiles of the bathroom, supporting your body which slightly trembling.

Don't worry. It has passed already and you are safe here—you will not experience it again, not yet for today, you are—

"Hey, pal! Could ya lend me some shampoo? I forgot mine!"

You slowly look over your shoulder. That voice is all too familiar to your liking at your current state of mind, and you don't like that. It makes you repeat the same images with the enemy Scout. Your breath hitch in your throat when you hear the sound of curtain slid open and wet footsteps getting closer to your stall. Water still running down your body, tickling every nerves.

"Hey, man! Did ya hear me?"

Hey, what's up?

Then the curtain of your stall is suddenly slid open which makes you grab your toothbrush and reacted instinctively to defend yourself.

The none other Scout also reacting back by stepping back when he sees your stance. Water drops trickling on his naked body and glisten under the lamp as he frowns and look at you puzzled, "Assy?! What the hell man??"

When he doesn't get any response from you other than the defensive look in your eyes, he steps closer to hold your hand which you respond with a jab of the toothbrush toward him. He barely avoids the sudden move if it's not for his fast reflex on catching your hand. Reacting back to his defense, you drop the toothbrush and twist your arm to cause the man yelp in pain and release his hold on your wrist. You duck around to get out of your stall. However, the water makes the tile floors beneath kind of slippery and cause you to trip on your way to escape.

Knowing this, Scout catches your body by surrounding his arms around your waist to prevent the fall. The force makes him stumble backward inside the stall. He spins his body so he land on his side with you in his arms, protecting your head from hitting the floor. It is silence for a moment and only the running water could be heard in the room. Both of you not moving as the shower above pouring down. It is Scout first who move his limbs. He groans as he does so. As for you, you are snapped out of your trance and trying to control your breath underneath him. Scout has make himself somewhat as an umbrella for you with his body when he got on his hands, shielding the pouring water.

You squeeze your eyes tightly before opening them again to see Scout is watching you with a frown. He looks annoyed but also concerned, "...what the fuck is wrong with you?"

Not replying him back soon, you sits up on the floor. Still trying to absorb the reality. You could not believe you are out of your mind and attack your teammate because of the memories. They may have the same face and voice, but you should know better to differentiate which is enemy and which is a mate. They have the same face and voice.

Scout has turned off the water for both of you thankfully. He shifts on his position and cough to get your attention, which succeed, "Ahem. I think... we should get up or something. It's getting awkward—ya know? Ya don't wish we're caught in this position... riiiiiight?"

He is right. Both of you cramped like sardines in a can inside your stall and in such awkward position where both of you pressed against each other. Wet and naked. Aware with the situation both of you are in you curse under your breath and quickly stand up, holding a hand out to help Scout get up. The man gladly accept your offer and grab your hand. He gets on his feet and stretching out his sore muscles from the fall. He is thinking to crash to the medical bay later to let Medic examines him whether he get bone fracture or organ failure. He sighs and then look back at you, "So, what the hell happened with ya just then?"

You hang your head low to your side, not sure how to explain it to him. Hey the enemy that looks like you and sound just like you killed me today. Sorry I thought you were him. You laugh at the thought which earn you a confused and weird look from Scout.

"Ya gone crazy...? Did ya knock your head somewhere at the battle and lost your mind?" Scout cringes away a bit.

You wave your hand at him, "Not really. But kinda at knocking my head against something," got knocked out to be exact.

"Ya better let Medic to check your head later before you become insane, buddy. Just in case, ya know? To fix a loose screw. If you had screws though," Scout shrugs as he says so. You snort at him. It gets both of you laughing.

"Will think about it. So, what is it that you called me before?" you ask him. Changing the subject.

He goes along with it, "Shampoo. I forgot mine I told ya, before you decided to jab a toothbrush on my way."

"Damn... I'm so sorry, Scout," you hand him the bottle of shampoo to him. You look at him with a pang of guilt wash over you. You even almost kill your mate and send him to respawn room again.

"Nah it's okay. I caught it easily, ya know, I'm just that good. Heh," he flexes his biceps proudly, grinning.

You roll your eyes at him and smile. Scout shrugs and moves back to his stall with the shampoo to continue his shower and leave you to your own. Before he completely close his curtain, you call him out.

"Scout?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm so sorry again."

"No worries, pal."

Both of you close each curtain and continue with each business without another word for the rest of the shower time.