1 . Name: TwoRefined @ 2011-07-15 02:50

None of the BLU team could hear the shrill, gleeful laughter echoing from the laboratory under the team’s headquarters. It was late, and they’d had a busy week. The war was basically at a standstill for the barren land of Dustbowl.

Things had been surprisingly uneventful for Dr. Professor Doctor, he mused to himself. It’d mostly been hiding behind a dispenser, healing anyone who came by, and hoping to build an Über before the rain of stickies showered upon the poor sentry.

All that time just sitting around and waiting for something to happen gave a Dr. Professor Doctor a lot of time to do something that he shouldn’t have been doing – no, something he’d been given express orders NOT to do.

He began thinking.

“Zee fools…” the spectacled maniac giggled, swirling his serum around in his gloved hand. “Zee absence of thought does not stop zee progression of SCIENCE!”

The man threw back his head, and let loose another unrestrained cackled, marveling at his own genius. He’d been wanting to do this for weeks, now – to test the effects of various drugs on his fellow combatants while they were on the field. He could barely contain his excitement! How lucky that younger Medic of his was always busy doing… Whatever he always did. It gave Dr. Professor the much-needed time to work on perfecting his majesty.

He loaded his syringe gun, grinning, after having filled all of the needles with his special serum. He’d have to make sure not to waste a single dart.

Tomorrow, the testing would begin. He had to sedate himself in order to sleep that night because of his anticipation.

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Engineer wiped his brow, looking about the sun-baked red clay that was being kicked up as explosions rocked Dustbowl to its very core. The teams were at yet another standstill – well, not a standstill, exactly – BLU had finally captured that damned control point building, but progress to capture the second control point had been slow, to say the least.

A groan warbled in the short man’s throat as he wiped his sweat-soaked brow with his gloved hand and peered up at the unforgiving noon sun. He’d built a sentry and a dispenser just inside of the control point building, and had a teleporter operating from the maintenance building just a little ways off, since it would save his team precious seconds to storm through RED’s unshakable defenses. Pyro was with him, as always, humming a muffled little tune from behind his gas mask. Sniper was with him as well, observing the double exits in case a Heavy came barreling through. They’d been stationed there for an hour at the very least, and, needless to say, they were getting antsy.

“Doesn’t get no better than this, huh, fellas?” Engineer sighed, giving the two an exhausted, yet ruthlessly good-natured smile.
“Mrrrmphrr hrrrnn mmmph…” Pyro muttered, setting fire to an innocent butterfly that’d made the mistake of straying too close.
“Gotta say I agree wit’ Mumbles, Engie,” Sniper said gruffly as he took a swig from a bottle of water distributed by the dispenser. “Ain’t nothin’ good about it to talk about.”
“Just tryin’ t’make some conversation…” Engineer muttered, sparing a whack for his beeping baby.

Sniper sighed, removing his hat and wiping his brow as well. “Ah, don’t read much innit, mate. Just startin’ to wish somethin’d bloody happen.”
“Ah, shoot – no hard feelin’s, pardner. Cain’t say I don’t feel th’same. But the Docs are buildin’ up a charge, so no worries – somethin’ll happen eventually.”
“Should bloody hope so…” Sniper muttered with a snort.
Pyro mumbled his agreement.

As if on cue, one of the BLU Heavies dashed out of the maintenance building with a trail of sparks flying behind him. He was singing heartily with Sasha by his side. “HERE I COME, COWARDS!!!” Doc – the older one with the goggles that didn’t do anything – was trailing behind him, Medigun in hand. The barrel was cracking – they were going to go in with a full charge! Finally!

The crew on the control point building whooped with excitement, making the Medic falter. He said something to his burly counterpart, who skidded to an abrupt halt with confusion. Medic just shrugged and smiled and scampered back to the tiny group atop the building. He began scrutinizing them all carefully. Sniper blinked. “Uh—”

Suddenly, there was a rain of darts. The tiny group screamed and tried to shield themselves, cursing at the crazy German. He managed to unload an entire round and was reloading when Sniper finally fired off into the distance to bring him to attention.

“Th’bloody ‘ell was THAT for?!” he snapped, teeth bared like a feral animal.
Medic paused, and adjusted his goggles with a grin. “Ah, my mistake, ja? I vas zhinking I had seen a Schpy.”
“Hrrrmphrrr nghrrrrm nhhmmmrrrhhmmm!” Pyro cried indignantly.
Engineer gave an uncomfortable smile. “Eh… What Pyro means is… Thanks for yer concern n’ everything, but… He’s got it covered.”
“Oh, yes, of course.” Medic fought to stop grinning – he was supposed to look sincere. “Sorry, Pyro.”
A mutter and Pyro busied himself with burning his emblem in the floorboards.
Medic and his Heavy left.

It wasn’t long before the battle began heating up again. BLU’s Über had failed, and it wasn’t long before RED retaliated with an Über of their own. Engineer found himself crouched down behind his sentry, hammering away at it with Sniper behind him, trying to keep any Heavies away, and Pyro constantly spy-checking.

For whatever reason, though, Engineer couldn’t focus. Maybe it was the heat. Yeah, it was most definitely the heat. For some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about how loud Sniper’s breathing sounded beside his ear – how close he was – the tingle of every slight breeze produced when Sniper shifted his stance or reloaded a bullet.

Focus.

He couldn’t focus. The wrench clutched in his sweaty, grimy hand felt like it weighed a ton. His fingers itched for something else. He couldn’t move.

Sniper felt himself becoming unprofessionally distracted, as well. Why was everything so hot suddenly? He leaned on the dispenser, panting and fanning himself with his hat. God, his clothes felt like they’d shrunk several sizes. It was constricting him tighter than a boa. He was so hot. He wanted – needed – air. God, that dispenser felt good. A lot of things felt good now.

“Mrrrhhhrrrrrffrrckrrrr…” Pyro mumbled softly, tugging at his collar. Spy checking suddenly just made him so tired. Not to mention he hadn’t run into one for half an hour. His thoughts began to wander, and he noticed that Engineer was no longer repairing his sentry, and Sniper wasn’t shooting anyone. And they both looked how he felt.

Engineer blinked and glanced behind him. For whatever reason his and Sniper’s eyes met, then the two glanced up at Pyro.

“I… I don’t suppose you blokes are thinkin’ what I’m—”

The two immediately fell upon Sniper, Engineer ripping off his shirt and vest as Pyro began yanking off his pants.

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Oh, hi. Don't mind me. Just a little something from the request thread I have an inkling will go on a lot longer than intended.

Oh, yes. Also:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4fhGS0tAcQg