I'm glad I was helpful!

I am also fascinated by the new aspect you threw in. Heavy and Medic are close, yes, but how much does he know? I can't wait to find out!

Also, poor Spy. He was an ass for what he did, sure, but dang.

Hrgh. So fantastic.

THANK YOU FOR UPDATING. You have no idea how excited I am that this is back! Woo I can't wait to find out what happens next.

Spy deserves all the crotch-punching he gets, imo. At least he's able to appreciate the consequences of his indiscretion, which just makes his suffering more delicious.

You are an angel. Thank you so much for writing.
Your mentally distressed spy is just...so..perfect. He made me smile like a happy dolphin while I read it.

Please, more!! I beg for more!!

You guys are too kind! Thank you for all the feedback so far.

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“Explain yourself.” Heavy said, still pinning Spy to the wall.
I don’t know what you’re talking about.” The Frenchman hissed, pushing his knife up to Heavy’s arm. “Let go of me.”

“Why did you do that to Doktor?”

Spy was stunned by the abrupt softness in Heavy’s voice, but panicked as his expression changed into something like rage. He backhanded the knife out of Spy’s hand, grabbed his suit collar, and punched him. Spy saw stars the second time Heavy’s fist collided, but before he got hit a third time, he swung out and jabbed Heavy’s eyes with his fingers. He yelped and let go of Spy, who kicked him back and quickly grabbed his knife from the floor, stepping around Heavy as he tried to punch him again. They both stood tense and ready to lunge until they heard a third person coming down the hall.

“I heard a scream! Heavy, was zhat –“

The Medic stopped in front of them, and Spy swallowed hard. Heavy lowered his fists, anxiously looking for approval or justification from the doctor, who only made a hardened expression.

“Heavy… I can take care of myself.” Medic said, and went silent as he walked towards Spy. He still had his weapons with him from the battle, and Spy felt a little sick when he slowly reached for his Bonesaw. He felt stuck between a rock and a hard place as he backed up a little against the wall. Would his own teammates really kill him? Would they do something worse?

The doctor admired his saw for a minute, scraping off dried blood and dirt with his nail. He looked back to the cornered man, and it seemed to Spy that he wanted nothing more than to gut him right here in the hallway. Memories of what Medic had done – what they had both done to each other – flooded his mind, and he felt bile in the back of his throat. It would be so easy for both of them to beat him to death, almost like school bullies ganging up on him when he was a child, and he feared Medic still had a lot of uncontained rage that would prevent him from ever forgiving the Spy. If he got Heavy involved, how long would it take for the rest of the team to get involved too? He might even lose his job if this reached the Administrator, and then he would have nowhere left to go.

Spy waved his knife back and forth to try to ward off the approaching doctor. He did not want this to go on any longer; in fact, he was tempted to cloak himself and run, to call for help, or curl up in the shadows of his mind and forget he had ever let his lust control him. His knees trembled a little as he ached to make a move, but before he could, Medic turned his Bonesaw over and jammed the handle of it into Spy’s gut. He leaned forward with a wheeze, and Medic hit him across the face with the handle again until he fell. He was still disoriented from fighting with Heavy, and couldn’t find the immediate strength to get up before Medic landed a kick in his side.

Rolling over with a groan, Spy clutched his sides and tried to bring himself back to his knees. The doctor kicked him again, hard in the ribs, and this time he didn’t try to get back up. From the corner of his eye he saw Heavy making a disgusted face, but he wasn’t sure whom he was more disgusted with.

After a long silence broken only by Spy’s labored breathing, Medic brought his Bonesaw down by Spy’s face, drawing a shudder from him. The doctor was visibly shaking as well, more from anger than from terror. His hair was slightly disheveled and his hand clenching the saw was twitching. Spy’s thoughts drifted in the haze of pain, and he wondered if Medic’s violent behavior in his room was a façade, to cover his own emotional scars. He crouched down to Spy’s level and looked him straight in the eyes with unparalleled aggressiveness.

“Vhat should I do vith you this time, Herr Spy?” He whispered, lowering his voice so Heavy couldn’t hear. “Do you vant another… “fling” with me?” His mocking voice and quiet laughter at his horrible joke drove Spy over the edge. He pushed himself up with his arms and lashed out for Medic, but was only kicked back to the ground for his trouble. The doctor kicked at his ribs, his stomach, his groin, his mouth and his head, each kick making him more and more mad, each moan of pain from Spy making him growl louder in return. He looked almost in tears from what Spy could make out between flashes of black and red. When he felt like he was going to pass out, the beatings finally stopped.

He had hoped what made him stop was that Heavy would have a change of heart and hold the doctor back. This was not the case, as the two stood over him, equally furious and frustrated that beating and killing him would not be enough to stop their pain. But they were no longer looking at him, they were looking off into the hallway. Spy heard snippets of a conversation, which escalated into screaming and yelling, then Medic leaving his field of vision, soon followed by Heavy. Spy remained crumpled on the ground, unsure of whether it was safe to get up, until a hand reached out and grabbed his arm.

He felt himself lifted up and the sudden sensation almost sent him back down to the ground. The hand moved under his arm, and he felt his other arm wrapped over someone’s shoulder. He accepted the help and sagged into it, hanging his head and silently thanking whatever higher power there was for not having to suffer through that anymore. Even though he couldn’t comprehend where he was being taken now, anywhere was better than here.

“Don’t worry, mate. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
He didn’t remember hearing anything else after that.

Great thing about tf2. You can differentiate dialogue oh-so-easily.

Let me start off by saying that this is an unusual twist to noncon, but a beautiful one at that. There's never enough after the fact.
Usually, I love seeing Medic torture people, but I think he's gone a little over the edge. Spy was even feeling remorse far after the revenge. Medic, y u no in tune with people's emotional states?!
I'm torn myself over wanting for the two to stop the friendly fire and wanting them to continue. Needless acts of violence are surprisingly rare, especially between these two.
In short, needlessly rough emotional distress is desired, only second to needlessly bloody experiments.
And come on, Spy, you totally deserve to act guinea pig.

Aww Medic needs therapy. More revenge won't fix it. Spy could use some too probably, even though he pretty much had it coming. I love how Heavy stood up for him.

Ooh~ please~ i beg for more~

Angry Medic is hoooooooooot. Of course I feel bad for him, but still....

>His hair was slightly disheveled and his hand clenching the saw was twitching.
He totally can bake pottery with his hotness.

I know Spy is a rapist here, and rape isn't cool at all, but what medic did to Spy also wasn't cool! And the fact that Medic KEEPS doing bad stuff to Spy? And that Heavy was down with that? Totally breaks my heart!

I'm kinda hoping for some comfort to all this hurt for dear Spy. Maybe wrapped up safe in Sniper's arms? A Sniper who knows what Spy did was wrong, but also knows that he needs a shoulder and possibly some sweet lovin'?

Oh my. That was better than I was expecting. I am now happier than ever that I was able to help, and if you ever run into a writer's block again, please do not hesitate to contact me. If there is anything I can do right, it is help people bounce ideas. This really is quite brilliant.

Hrgh. This is fantastic. Everything is just.

And the fact that Sniper saved Spy just. I can't even. MyGod please keep going with this story. It's MAGNIFICENT.

Just came across this fic. Unf. I want to show it to everyone and say "THIS is how you do non-con!"

More please.

Whelp knowing how sadistic the medic is,I'm not surprised he acted this way. You don't do something horrible and expect a lunatic to give back equal payment.

I'm just glad the beatings stopped, I began wincing and became disconnected, until the help brought me back. Such a good story.

Sorry this took so long, I haven't felt like doing much of anything lately.

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“What’d you do that made the Doc so mad?” A quiet voice asked Spy as he began to remember where he was. He was laying down on someone’s bed, too hard to be his own. His head was pounding, and he wished the feeling hadn’t returned and that he could go back to sleep.

“Oi knew you ‘n him were havin’ trouble, but crikey! I’ve never seen him like that.” Spy tried not to listen, and stared at the ceiling. He must have been in Sniper’s van, and he must have fallen asleep, because it was dark outside the windows. Damn it, he never liked sleeping around teammates.

“Oi can only imagine what’d make a man do that to his friend.” Sniper said. This caught the other man’s attention, and he swallowed hard. Did he know too? Did everyone in the whole base know now, or was he just growing paranoid? He felt like he was on fire, not just from bruises but also from humiliation, laying here wounded by men he should have been able to fight, and scrutinized by the Sniper for it. He tried to roll over towards the wall, but his ribs hurt too much. Sniper made a tired sound and Spy heard him crossing his legs.

“Spy, do you even know how bad you got it? Wanna tell me what happened?” He didn’t believe Sniper, or at least, didn’t want to believe him. He reached for his face and felt a crude ice pack over his cheek that he didn’t even realize was there earlier. He felt the swelling now, and bloodied lip, and the bruised eye, but he was oh-so-thankful Sniper had left his balaclava on, damaged as it was.

“Did you…” Spy trailed off, his voice surprisingly weak. “I swear if you…” His hands reached for his chest and his sides, and he sighed loudly with relief to find his suit was still intact, and hadn’t been messed with since he put it on this morning… or since Heavy grabbed it, he gravely remembered. Sniper laughed a little at this.

“Oi didn’t touch yer suit, mate. But you did bleed through it. Oi know how you spies are about getting blood on yer suit, you probably have some fancy way to get the stains out, so you can do that later.” He gave Spy a grin who only returned it with an upset look.

“I’m glad you find my situation so amusing, mon ami.” He scoffed, and focused on sitting up. The pain was still fresh but he quickly put on his indifferent act, not showing any teeth or making a sound as he exhaled painfully through his nose. Spy saw Sniper now, sitting in a single chair he dragged towards the bed from his tiny kitchen. The whole van was tiny, and Spy felt extremely out of place.

“Why did you ‘elp me?” He asked, searching Sniper’s eyes for a selfish reason.

“Oi’m not the kind ‘f guy who stands around watchin’ his teammates bleed t’ death,” He shrugged. “And now you’re gonna tell me what happened.”

Spy was hoping he wouldn’t ask again. “Why should I tell you?” He slowly swung his legs over the bed and stretched them out, itching to leave.

“Because Oi saved yer bloody life! Oi could’a left you, ya know, and then who knows what would’a happened. Our team’s lost enough thanks to you ‘n Medic havin’ yer little cat-fight.” Sniper said.

Spy slammed his fist down on the bed, making an unthreatening “whump” sound. “A cat-fight? Do you know what ‘e did? Do you even know anyzing about this!?”

Sniper didn’t say anything. There was an uncomfortable silence as he waited for Spy to continue; he had already baited him into the conversation.

“He… I… I took advantage of 'im.”

“… What?” Sniper blinked and straightened his posture. He really hoped he heard Spy wrong.

“I raped 'im.”

Spy felt his stomach twist into knots. He deeply regretted even opening his mouth, and Sniper’s stare was not the least bit reassuring. Spy looked down at his knees, trying to ignore the faint blood stains, his whole body on edge as he waited for Sniper to say something.

Finally, the bushman stood up. He turned away and slowly, slowly leaned against the wall. He scratched his cheek, then pinched the bridge of his nose. Spy held his breath – he might have just lost the only person friendly to him on the entire base.

“Oi had a feeling you were always a rat.”

AHH NO!! You can't just leave us hanging like this! Please, update this very soon. I just- I can't even handle this. I can't! I need to know.. I mean.. Sniper was the one who helped him and.. and at least he was honest right? But. Ah!
I need these chaotic emotions to be somehow resolved! Please, definitely continue this soon.
You have me on the edge of my seat.

AAAH, OH MY GOD, AAAAAAAAAAH.

And then what happens?

As I saw this updated, I couldn't help but get so excited. I even clapped, really.

After I read this...I love you. It's getting more and more exciting!

Well, this is interesting.

Rape. Such a powerful word. 2nd time you used it in the story, and first time it's being used concretely.

Subtle development, ahoy!

I really hope Sniper doesn't turn on Spy and hurt him more. I mean, yeah Spy's a dick for raping Medic...gah this fanfic has me feeling such complicated things.

Keep going, this story is beautiful.

"you raped me so I'll rape you back!"

I'm really interested with whats going on in medic's head. I hope we can get an aside with him sometime, though I don't know how if you want to break the point of view of Spy.

Also, every excited to have Sniper's full reaction. I want to see Spy pay for his crime more, but not in more violent ways, I wanna see some emotional and mental pay back.

I should not write fanfiction if I can't update in a timely manner...

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“Sniper, it iz not what you think.” Spy mumbled after another painful silence. He silently stood up, his legs and back aching heavily, but took a few steps towards the bushman.

“Not what Oi… how can you even say that!? You just told me you… you…” Sniper spun around and glared down at Spy, who had been creeping closer. He made a frustrated sound and rubbed his eyes from behind his aviators. “Get out of my van.”

Spy furrowed his brow and raised his hand to object. Sniper smacked it aside and pointed to the door. “Oi said get out.”

“But, mon ami, you do not know what ‘e did to me-“

“Oi’m not yer ‘mon ami,’ and Oi don’t need ta know. Oi just know that you are a disgusting man-”

“What do you want me to say!” Spy pleaded. “I was… desperate.” Admitting something so personal to his teammate was making him physically ill, but he couldn’t stop now. “I ‘oped ‘e would see the same as me. Instead ‘e came back and did this.”

Spy inhaled deeply and hesitantly lifted up a corner of his suit. A long, red gash ran across his abdomen, outlined with green and purple marks. Respawn hadn’t completely healed the wound, and he wasn’t even sure if the bruises were from that night, or from tonight. Then, Spy flattened his suit and reached for his balaclava. He pulled it back over his neck and revealed only his cheek, which bore another ugly scar. Sniper did not expect Spy to reveal such a precious secret as what his face looked like, if only part of it, but he tried not to look too surprised.

“So you got what you deserved. Am Oi supposed to feel bad now?” Sniper crossed his arms.

“Non, I, I did deserve it,” Spy said, feeling dizzy. He leaned against the wall. “But, the Doctor, ‘e won’t, ‘e won’t stop until, I don’t know when, but it’s only getting worse…” Spy clutched his stomach, and put his other hand on his forehead. “Please, monsieur, you ‘ave to understand… ‘aven’t you ever felt… abandoned in zis place…?”

Sniper didn’t say anything, and Spy couldn’t tell whether he agreed but didn’t want to admit it, or whether he was still disgusted with him. He silently told himself he was done making assumptions about other people. As he looked to him for a response, the Frenchman was having trouble keeping himself upright, from both the wounds he suffered from, and his internal turmoil. He almost fell over until Sniper reached out and hooked his arm around him. Spy felt relieved, but only for a second until he spoke.

“If yer gonna throw up mate, you better do so outside.” He opened the door and roughly led Spy out, letting go of his arm and watching as the other man tried to recover. Spy wiped the sweat off his brow and looked around throughout the night, then back to Sniper. He didn’t want to go back only to meet with Heavy and Medic again…

“Wot are you doing? Go back.” Sniper said, irritably. Spy looked at the ground in hesitation, noticing the dirt brushing over his once nice shoes, then slowly reached up for Sniper. He lightly grabbed his sleeve, still looking away.

“Come with me, Sniper. Please.” He drew in a long breath. “I can’t do zis alone right now…”

There was another moment’s silence as Sniper considered it. Finally, he started walking for the base. Spy knew this was the best he was going to get, so he followed slightly behind, his head hung low. They entered the base without trouble, since the team was either sleeping or scattered about and doing their own thing.

“It does make you feel abandoned,” Sniper said quietly as they were walking down the hall. He didn’t say anything else, even when they made it to Spy’s room. They both stood looking at the door, waiting for the other to say something, until Spy turned around.

“Thank you,” He said, but Sniper only grimaced. Spy managed to force the faintest smile until Sniper left, leaving him alone once more.

i was worried this was another person trollbumping

but it's an update and one that made me tear up. so happy.

Spy was pathetic, self-justifying rat and I LOVE that! I don't know he deserves sympathy or forgiveness, but whether you give him them eventually or not, I will be perfectly okay. I love this fic.

Short and sweet, but it got the point across. Spy is going to have to work for his right for some rest.

I love this so much! I wonder what Medic's going to do next to Spy...

Bump, because this is an amazingly realistic fic that definitely should not be on the second page. And one of the last times someone had bumped it, the fic ended up not-dying.

So bring on the flames for 'trollbumping', I'd just like you to know that your fans are still desperately waiting on the edge of their seats for an update.

Okay so I never comment on anything but this... THISSS. Is amazing. I am thanking previous anon for bumping it up and bringing it to my attention. PLEASE. This must be continued!

I'm actually glad this got bumped. I really would love to see it updated and not forgotten. I enjoy this fic.

>>62
I agree.

Bumping in the hope that this fanfiction will be continued.

Raging Medic is sexy! My heart ached for him as he kicked the crap out of Spy though, poor guy.

Most of my sympathy is reserved for Spy though. I know he was the one who raped Medic, that all of this shit thats going down now is the least that he deserves, but getting to see his inner struggles and everything that hes going through makes me view Medic as the bad guy here.

I love the fact that this didn't end up as a rape turns into love story. And how Medic, the victim here, didn't just curl into a ball (not literally of course) and accept the rape. He retaliated against his rapist with a vengeance and continues to do so.

I cannot wait for the next installment, I wonder when/if everyone else will find out. I think it would be by some other means though, Sniper isn't the gossipy type, plus he wouldn't want to embarrass Medic.

Wow, thanks for reminding me about this guys! I don't know how much longer this story will go on though, it might only have one or two parts left. But I'll try to finish it soon.

This is ALMOST DONE. Pleeeease finish it!
I'd love you forever if you did. :U

>>66
God dammit, learn to sage dumb ass. I thought this updated. fuck.

Why won't anyone learn to sage?

Personally, I was going to bump this pretty soon, too. Last time I did, (I'm Anon 60), it reminded RayJ about the fic, possibly preventing it from being abandoned. >>25 did the same thing and it also saved the fic.

While 66 probably should have done it in a bit less immature/emoticon-filled way, it wasn't such a bad idea to bump after almost three months of no word.

>>69
[b]NO.[/i}[/b}

There's a moderator's thread [i]at the very top of the subforum. If you care to read it, it says:

There are also those that are deliberately posting "bump" or "moar" in an attempt to revive threads that have been long dead (in internet time). This is a inconvenience to both viewers and active authors, not to mention annoying and unproductive. These folk will be banned from the text boards without warning. It's not a permaban (unless you use underage-isms), but it will be of significant length.
Bumping old threads is now a bannable offense. Don't do it.

While I normally agree with the anti-sage rule, I'd let it slide in this particular case.
RayJ posted more than once after a bump, so it's not unproductive. Sometimes authors need a reminder that yes, people still want to read their works, right?
It'd be a shame to let this one die so short from completion. It's a wonderfully different story so far and damn, I want to know where it leads.

It'd be a shame if the author didn't finish this. I also approve of the bumps, because of the (hopeful) author response to them.

While >>69 does have a point, >>70 is right. I'm going to let >>66 slide this one time since this thread does have a record for being an anomaly that tends to actually gain more from necroposting than any other, but I don't want to see anyone doing it again.

I'm Anon66, sorry for the bump. I didn't know it was against any of the rules that you guys have. I will try not to let it happen again.

Anon69 here, echoing 66's sentiments and apologizing. I've read the Mod's Notes >>70 but figured this one was an exception due to it's past history of beneficial necroposting.

(psst Anon66 saging is typing in "sage" in the box next to the Reply button. Or you might just read the Mod's Notes at the top of the threads, it really clarifies a lot of things).

Hi again... I’m so sorry I didn’t finish this earlier, I was getting caught up in other fandoms, but I really appreciate everyone who’s been patient with me. I’m sorry if any of you got in trouble for bumping, too, I should have just abandoned this fic. Next time I write it will probably be a one shot.
Anyway, I hope you'll like the ending.

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Despite a few ugly glances and harsh words from Heavy and Medic, the next few days passed rather smoothly. The doctor was leaving him alone on the battlefield, giving him a chance to work like he used to. With each backstab he made, he felt a bit of his confidence return, and each night, he was able to show his face to his teammates for a little longer.

However, it still irked him how easily Medic was able to shift back into his normal routine. When he saw the German in the early morning hours, or returning to his office in the evening, Spy noticed he seemed relatively at ease. Of course, he wasn’t at ease when he noticed Spy’s passing glance, but it seemed like he switched to a completely different person around his other teammates. There was a time when that was Spy’s specialty, but now… something was missing from him. It was as if, after the incident, Medic took something from him, instead of the other way around.

One evening, Spy had had enough of sitting around in bed, reading his magazines. Thoughts of Medic and even Sniper plagued him all day, and he could only push them into the back of his mind for a little while. He was never good at ignoring his problems, anyway – it was always better to confront them. Honestly, he knew if he could speak to the doctor, he might be able to end his terrible internal war… but how could he do that alone? He knew the Medic would violently strike back, that was just the kind of person he was.

He ended up reading the same sentence many times over again before finally setting the magazine down and turning to get off the bed. There was no point in reading anymore tonight if he couldn’t focus. He wanted to go for a walk, if only to clear his head. Spy put on his suit and quietly left his room, with a certain destination in mind.

It didn’t take him long to reach the door. This time, he lit a cigarette before turning the handle. But instead of the sterilized scent of a doctor’s office, a fresh gust of air hit his nose. He saw Sniper’s van parked where it always was, and he stepped outside to knock on the door.

The bushman answered after a long pause, and when he cracked open the door he looked quite tired. They fought hard against the other team today, and he was probably trying to wind down now. Spy felt a little ashamed for having to turn to the other man, especially at such a late hour.

“What is it, Spook?” The man grumbled, scratching his cheek. Obviously he wasn’t happy that he had to speak to Spy so soon. The Frenchman looked at the ground, but he was tired of keeping everything bottled up, and he spoke without hesitation.

“I was ‘oping you would ‘elp me.” He said, and exhaled deeply, taking his cigarette out of his mouth. “I am going to talk to zhe doctor – “

“Why do you think Oi want anythin’ else to do with you ‘n him?” Sniper interrupted, and Spy winced. “You are both disgustin’ people.”

“Monsieur Sniper, please. I am going to make this right. I just… If you are there, and I get ‘urt, then – “

“What, you can’t take care’a yourself?” Spy didn’t respond, but Sniper took a deep breath. “Fine. Oi’ll help you, so we can end all this nonsense.”

Spy smiled a little and stepped back, waiting for Sniper to come with him. He disappeared behind the door for a moment, and Spy heard him grumble before he returned with his aviators and hat. They walked back into the main building, Spy leading this time, despite his pounding heart.

It took a few minutes to walk to the other end of the base, but when they reached Medic’s office, Spy started choking up. He stood around the door nervously, hoping for encouragement but not needy enough to ask for it. Sniper noticed his distress anyway.

“Oh, uh… good luck, mate.” He leaned against the wall and rubbed his eyes. “Don’t take too long, Oi’m exhausted.”

The other man nodded, satisfied with his meager advice, and opened the door.

Inside, he could see Medic working at his desk, in the far corner. All of the lights were off except for the desk lamp, and a bathroom light on the other end of the room. He hadn’t been in here for weeks, but just the sight of it was making him sick. He cleared his throat, partially because he was nervous, and partially because he didn’t want to surprise Medic by getting too close. In a sense he felt like he was going to try calming an animal with soft words, but that didn’t seem too far-fetched… after what they had both done to each other, it was fitting to call them animals.

The doctor looked up then, and his face went pale. No doubt he thought this would become a repeat of that night, Spy thought. He watched him reach for his scalpel that he kept on the desk, but Spy made no attempt to get closer. He didn’t want Medic to think he was here for more bloodshed.

Unfortunately, Medic interpreted him wrong. He got up and ran for Spy, slamming his shoulder into him and pressing his scalpel to his throat. Spy raised his empty hands – he had his knife with him, of course, but if he took it out Medic would only see it as a threat.

“Doctor… I am only ‘ere to talk…” Spy said, his voice low.

“Speak, zhen,” Medic growled, not loosening his grip.

“I… I’m sorry for what I did to you – “ Spy started, but Medic cut him off.

“You’re sorry? Is zhat all you have to say for yourself!?” He suddenly grabbed Spy’s shoulders and threw him at the floor. Spy wheezed but rolled back over, grabbing a chair to help get back on his feet.

“Do you have any idea… vhat zhat was like?” Medic said, his voice and hands trembling. Spy noticed, and started walking back towards him. He reached for the hand holding the scalpel, pushing it down slowly.

“I didn’t mean for things to turn out this way,” Spy said. Medic was silent for a moment, but a flash of anger crossed his features and he brought his fist up abruptly into Spy’s face. The Frenchman stumbled but didn’t fall; instead, he turned back to face the doctor again. A frustrated scowl was plastered on his face, but he was determined to solve this without violence. He grabbed Medic’s wrists and locked eyes with him.

“Listen to me! I didn’t want to ‘urt you.” Spy shook him to emphasize his point. “I never wanted to.” The doctor was still looking furious, so Spy shoved him back to avoid the risk of getting pinned again.

“You don’t ‘ave to like me. Just, please… stop.” He sighed, still holding his hands up. At this point, he was all right with never speaking to the Medic again, so long as the hateful glances and words stopped. He could deal with the mental and physical scars from both of their abuse towards one another, but he could not handle dragging this hate out any longer.

It was strange how he had gone from being the one who forced his teammates to like him, to asking one of them for forgiveness, but… he didn’t mind his change of character. The Medic was a colleague, someone he worked with, nothing more, nothing less – and now, Spy no longer wanted to be the man who pushed others into situations that were never meant to be. If the doctor never spoke to him again, his bruised ego would have to accept that.

The two men stood in silence for a moment longer. Medic seemed to be considering his options, while Spy waited patiently across from him.

“Get out,” The German finally said, pointing to the door. Spy’s hope sunk, but he listened anyway, and stepped outside his office.

“Zhe next time you have a ‘ztomach pain’, treat it yourself.” Medic said, and quietly shut the door behind him.

Spy stood in silence, looking at the closed door, then down to his feet. A feeling of abandonment hung over him, but he had no right to complain.

Suddenly, he felt a hand rest on his shoulder. He jumped a little, but recovered when he saw it was only Sniper, surprisingly still waiting for him.

“D’ya still want that beer?” He asked. Spy managed to crack a smile; maybe all he really needed was this simple comfort.

“Sure.” He replied, and they walked off, leaving the doctor’s office behind them.


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That's it! Thank you for reading, I really appreciate it.

This is.... I honestly cannot think of any words that can describe this story. Wonderful? Lovely? Sad? I'll go with honest, because this is one of the most heart-breakingly realistic stories I've read, regardless of the subject matter.

Just, thank you so much for writing this and sticking with it, RayJ. And please continue writing more, one-shots or otherwise, all of this was amazing. And no worries! None of us got into any trouble. Please don't abandon anything you write, you're wonderful at it.

I am so happy you finished this! It was so beautiful and the ending was perfect. Thank you

This ending was satisfying. I'm happy you did this instead of something really derpy and crazy. This whole story was just...real. It really made me think, and really showed how not just the rapped have it hard (which they do), but the rapist might have it hard if this wasn't something he really wanted to do.

Sincerely, this is my favorite fan fiction I've read so far. Thank you for making something that can be taken seriously, and not just some yaoi junk.

---Anon66