The Scout's Bandages chapter 1

Introduction:

Hello everyone. First of all thanks for reading my fanfic! This is actually my very first fanfiction! This fic will include yaoi, family bonds, angst, scary stuff, weird stuff, romance and other stuff ^^ Sorry if there are any mistakes, English is not my mother language, cause I'm Danish But either way, enjoy and please review!
Translations if any, will be listed in the bottom of the chapters.
Before we begin I would like to say a big thank you to Flygon Pirate (On fanfiction.net) who has been so supportive of me and being the beta reader of my story. She is the main reason I dared to upload my story to the internet.  
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Everything had been going great for the REDs, with the BLU Team shutting themselves in and keeping themselves inside their base. All the REDs sat in the Recreational Room, waiting patiently and passing the time.
Without warning, the RED communicator suddenly started to beep in a steady tempo.

The Soldier jumped from his seat and took the microphone with no hesitation. "Soldier speaking!"

"Good evening, RED Team," a hoarse, feminine voice croaked through the speakers hanging from the ceilings, "I have decided to give you a little present for your…fine efforts."

Soldier clicked his heels together and saluted the communicator. "Continue on, Administrator!"

The Announcer's voice sighed heavily and continued with a heavy, stern tone, "You will receive a new member in the next day or two. I expect that you take good care of that person."

Soldier nodded as he saluted again. "Ma'am, yes, ma'am!"Quietly, he went back to his seat and sat down looking at his teammates.

Engineer, sitting by the Soldier, scratched the back of his neck and looked at the others with a confused expression. "What class do ya fellas think he is?"

Scout jumped onto his chair and said cheerfully, "I beat it's another Scout! Yeah! That'll be freakin' sweet, man! I always wanted a partner I could work with!"

Spy rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Oh, please, that's the last thing we would want on this team." The others smiled uncomfortably and nodded quietly at the hyper Scout, hoping that he won't continue on.

Disappointed the Scout got down from his chair and walked to the door. "You guys are so boring! I'm going scoutin' around the base! LATER, KNUCKLEHEADS!" He bolted out of the room, waving his bat around like a maniac. Once he left, the silence continued to linger on.

The rest of the team stared awkwardly at one another, hoping that one of them would break the silence. That's when the Sniper stretched his arms and stood up. "We ain't gonna find out before he comes, mates, so good luck guessing!" He, too, left the room, leaving more silence.

Spy rose as well and sighed, putting a white cigarette in his mouth. "No use wondering about it. We will see when he gets 'ere. So be patient, my friends, wait until tomorrow."He started to head out of the room.

They all nodded in agreed and went to their private rooms, hoping to get as much rest as possible for tomorrow.
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It was a bright afternoon, and the REDs were once against shooting down the unfortunate BLUs that were scattering around like easy targets. The RED Team were proud of their Spy taking the BLU Intel without effort. As they walked back to the base from the battlefield, a red mail van was in front of the base and a deliveryman wearing a red uniform came out. He went into the back of the van, put a medium-sized cardboard box on the dusty ground very gently. The box had what seemed to be air holes and a sticker on the side.

Scout was the first on the scene and focused at the package with great curiosity. "What's in there?! I wanna see!"

"Move out of ze vay, Scoot…" Medic groaned, gently pushing him aside, "I zhall zee vhat it iz." He looked up at the deliveryman. "Danke!" he smiled weakly and waved.

The small deliveryman waved back at the two, hopping into the van and driving away. The other REDs surrounded the Medic, all looking at the strangely heavy package, with small air holes in it and a lot of stickers saying: "Fragile!"
Medic started walking towards the common room and everyone eagerly walked right behind him. He sat the package down gently on the table. "Spy, could you open zhis, bitte?"

Spy plucked his butterfly knife from his inner pocket and unfolded it with ease. Carefully, he carved out the tape from the box and lifted on of the flaps. "Oh merde…"

Everyone peaked in and gasped in astonishment when they saw what was in it. They couldn't believe their eyes.

"What?! What?! WHAT?! WHAT THE HELL IS IN THERE?!" Scout shouted, jumping on to the Heavy's back to see what was in the package. "HOLY SHIT!"

A limp and lifeless body of what seemed to look like another Scout lied inside. It had a hat on its head, and torn and battered clothing. Medic immediately examined the body like any doctor would, checking for any vital signs of life. "Mien Güte…I've never zeen anything like zhis before. Vhy vould zhis come in a box?"

"Is the thing still living, Doc?" The Demoman said with concern in his tone.

Medic nodded "Ja, he iz ztill alive. I can feel a pulse…"

Heavy carefully approached the limp body, taking him from the Medic's arms. He stared quietly at him, thinking for a moment. "LITTLE MAN NEEDS DOKTOR!"

"Ja, ja, I'm here, no need to call me when I am already here!" Medic moaned, taking back the body and rushing off into the base.

"WAIT FOR ME, DOKTOR!" Heavy called, chasing after Medic.

"YO! WAIT UP!" Scout jumped on to the Heavy's back. "LET'S GO, BIG GUY! MUSH! MUSH!" he flailed his arms about.

Heavy growled, "I'll get for this later…" he muttered under his breath.

The others followed, staying not too far behind. Medic was the first to reach his medical office of the base. Gently, Medic placed down the small boy on a bed by the corner before sitting down next to him on a flimsy chair.

Once they entered in the office, Scout and Heavy halted by the Medic. The Scout leapt off from Heavy's back. "Let me see what's the matter with him…" he said, trying to sound as professional as Medic.

He first trying to poke him on the shoulder to see a reaction out of him, then touched the cheek. Quickly, he withdrew his hand and glanced at Medic. "Damn! He's like totally burnin' up and stuff!"

Medic gave the Scout a flat look. "I know…dummkopf. Vho's ze doctor here?! Zo zhut up and let me do everything else!"

The door flew open as the rest of the team flushed in nosily. With one vicious glare from Medic, everyone grew quiet, intimidated from his dark look. Medic examined the unconscious boy while everyone else waited patiently.

The boy wore a large black hoodie that looked as if it was put in a blender. His black beanie covered most of his face. His bare feet were covered in dry blood. He had loose, black knee-pants over the long and feminine legs, which were covered in scars, cuts, and bruises.

"Hmm, he must have stepped on glass or something…" Medic muttered to himself as he inspected the bloodied feet. He then did a quick search for items in the pockets, hoping to find some evidence on this injured stranger, and found a small piece of paper from one of the pant pockets. The letter was typed in red ink and had the Administrator's seal at the bottom:

REDs,
This is your new member, as said earlier. I expect GREATLY of you to take good care of him and treat him as if he has been on your team for years. Since he was a complete failure on the BLU Team, he is now on your team. Teach him to be a more successful member and make sure he doesn't fall behind.
One last thing, do NOT remove the hat he wears at anytime. I do not wish to answer any of your insignificant questions that are in your foolish minds.
I hope to see some good progress very soon. Do not fail me.
- Administrator

Spy took a few steps closer and looked at the frail body in front of him. "I knew I 'ad seen this child before, but he disappeared weeks ago. Up until this point, I thought he was dead."

Medic put the note in his pocket and pointed at the exit, giving each member a cold glare. "All of you, get out of mein lab! Now! Raus! RAUS!" he snapped.

One by one, the rest of the team left the office just as they were told. They dared not to say anything to him or give him once last glance.

Medic continued to examine the boy as he pushed his glasses back in place. He carefully pulled back the hood, finding a torn, blue shirt underneath. Being extremely thin, his ribs, collarbone, and hip bones were poking the cut and bruised skin. There were even more bruises all over his abdominal area. On the neck there were deep bite marks and smaller cuts.

Although the Medic had seen worse, he shook his head as he thought for a moment or so. "Hmm…zhis…iz very zuspicious…Vhy didn't ze BLU Medic heal him?"

Meanwhile, right outside the office, minutes slowly stretched into hours as the rest of the Team waited as patiently. While the Heavy stared blankly at his arms, the others wondered why the Medic was taking so long.

Soldier leaned against the wall quietly, keeping a serious, straight face. He tried desperately to make no big deal about it. "Heavy, what are you doing?" He questioned as he saw the large Russian acting abnormally.

Heavy glanced up at Soldier. "Little baby too small!" he stated.

Sniper smirked and played with his sunglasses. "Well, mate, blokes like him usually don't weigh that much."

Heavy looked over at the Sniper. "Da, but little man too light! Much lighter than Scout!" he argued.

Sniper's eyebrow arched as he sat back down. Everyone started to grow fidgety as things were becoming more tense than usual. But before things grew more restless, the Medic stepped out from his office and faced his team.

"Hss hr hrr-k?"Pyro muffled worryingly, hovering over the Medic. As usual, the team did not understand the Pyro as he mumbled through his gas mask.

Scout looked over at the doctor, with unusually worried look. "Well how is he?" he insisted.

"He has high fever, cuts and bruises everywhere." Medic answered, "But I am most concerned about his veight. I don't vant him being too veak."

Heavy suddenly looked back up again and nodded. "Told you! Tiny man too small and light!"

Medic looked at the table in front of him. "Ja, but his legs are worse. A very nasty infection indeed. He vill take weeks to recover and he may never return to ze battlefield, zhis will take time and effort from us all." They nodded in agreement, understanding the Medic's explanation.

"Alright, maggots…does anyone want a beer or two?" Soldier asked, heading towards the nearby kitchen.

Shocked to see Soldier's strange behavior, they followed him. It was an extremely rare moment for the Soldier to show kindness to anyone, they wanted to cherish the moment while it lasted.