Respawn Never Fails

[Walter White stirring a cauldron] hehehe jessé this meth is coming along mnicely......but it is missing one more ingredient.......YOU!!! >:)

Thinking about medic being afraid of mortality.

Not in the normal way that humans are, but like... You know.

He's done everything in his power to make sure he *won't die*

He's made deals with religious entities he doesn't even believe in, he's gone against every law of science he can possibly break to find out what combination of organs and chemicals and horrible unethical surgeries will make someone invincible. He's done everything he can, and maybe it's enough.... For him.

But then he fell in love.

He fell for Scout. He fell for a clumsy little idiot who doesn't have any sense of self preservation. Scout charges headlong into a stream of bullets guarded by nothing but his thin, Mann Co issue t shirt and the hope he's fast enough to dodge it all. He's not, he never is, and Medic is so constantly aware of it.

But he can't recreate everything he did on scout. Scout isn't going to be the invincible übermensch that he made himself into, scout is always just gonna be a skinny kid from Boston with a buck toothed smile that, for some reason, medic can't stay away from.

He's waking up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat, furiously checking Scouts pulse and making sure he's okay, because what if he just... Fades away? What if he's just gone one moment and that's it? All his work is for nothing because he can't enjoy it with anyone? He can't enjoy being alone anymore, not now that he's waking up every day with a muffled "mornin' tough guy, you sleep good?" in his ear. He can't live as the most powerful man in the world anymore, not if it means he can work late at night without Scout coming in and blabbering in his ear about something he has no interest about. Not if it means he's got to sleep alone again. Not if it means that he has to go back to being blissfully unattached, apathetic to human life, just doing whatever benefits *him*.

Because things were definitely easier without Scout, he didn't have any worries, any panicked nightmares about watching him bleed out because he's so painfully and horribly *human*

But as stressful as it is, hes... Happy. And he's never had that before. He's been content, he's been curious, he's been manic and obsessed, but never just... Happy. Happy to lay on the couch with a comforting weight on his chest, the weight of a much smaller man who loves him for everything he does no matter how insane. And he loves scout too, despite everything.

He can't function anymore. Everything he knew, everything he's been working for, it's all.... Worthless now, isn't it? All for a boy half his age with the emotional awareness of someone even younger.

But he would still choose scout. Every time.

Im writing a rlly messy one-shot and wrote this, thought it was cute as i love engie and Scout bonding and wanted to share it separately and get your thoughts on it...

Its a mess rn so it start abrupt and ends abrupt, sorry!!

The part where scout hugs his knees is supposed to be a flashback and in italics but tumblr is werid is glitches when I do it, so just pretend it's in italics

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No one really talked to him either. Only time he recalled was that moment with Medic and the team's debriefings for the match that day. He was mostly alone for the first year or two, leaving him in his room most days, struggling to distract himself with the painful silence and nobody to rant too.

He had started drawing again to help with his boredom. It had helped for a few weeks, before he ran out of things in his room to draw. He was too nervous to even go out into the living area during that period.

Then he had pulled out his small record player and vinyls, playing his favorite Tom Jones albums at a fairly low volume and humming the tunes, but the walls were thin, meaning he could only play it during the day.

His one escape was jogging outside the base early morning, doing circles. But even he could tell he was getting deathly bored, he needed noise, something to watch, something to do. So he finally got the courage to watch television with Engineer when he came back from his morning laps.

He would make sure to sit as far away from Engie as he could. The Texan would sit on the plaid green couch, coffee mug in hand, watching western films that he never really paid attention to.

After about a week of doing that, the Engineer had finally said something.

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Scout hugged his knees, chin resting on top of them. He didn't have motivation to draw or go for another lap, leaving him sitting here idly watching what the man had on the television. It was some cowboy film that frankly was boring as hell, but hardhat had laughed at the film's jokes and seemed heavily interested. So he stayed.

“You know. You can sit on the couch too, right?”

Scout jumped, turning to Engineer. Confusion taking over his features.

“What?”

Engineer nodded his head at the open cushion next to him. “You don't need to always sit in the recliner, kid,” He said. Tone neutral. “I don't mind.”

Scout blinked at him. He bit his lip, unsure if he even should consider it. His thought was cut off by Engineer patting the cushion next to him, offer clear.

Scout reluctantly got up and headed over the couch, Engineer scooted over as carefully sat down, clenching his dog tags tightly.

Engineer leaned forward and put his coffee mug on the small wooden coffee table, leaning back into the couch. Elbow resting on the back of the couch. “Do you know what this film is about?”

Scout shook his head, moving on from his dog tags to the wrap around his hand, picking at the part that held it together.

Engienner pointed to the TV, specifically at the guy on screen. “That's Frank Harris, a hotel clerk who dreams of making’ a fortune in cattle farming,”

Scout watched in awe as the Texan kept explaining the plot, pointing out every little detail. Every camera shot. Everything.

Scout chuckled to himself. “You've seen this movie a ton then, huh?”

Engineer scratched his stubble. “Nah, just watch movies a lot.” he said, seemingly truthfully. Watching the television intently.

The rest of that morning before the match, Engineer and him had talked about movies they've seen, ones Scout loved and ones Engineer had just remembered the plots of

   "Jeremy." he whispered. Scout stayed hugging himself, staring at the river below.  "Schatz..."  He let his eyes dart over to Johan, and God... The man was like his own personal Medusa, trapping him in place whenever he saw his eyes. That was how the story went, right?

   "Doc-" 

   "I would kill for you."  Scout hadn't been able to say anything. He didn't even remember if he had anything to say. He just sat, sitting on the edge of the bridge, staring helplessly into the Medic's painfully sincere eyes. He was good at acting, Scout knew that. Scout had seen him lie, knew that he was better at it than the friggin' Spy. This... This was so honest it hurt.

   The silence was like a gap in the universe; Time wasn't passing, nothing was moving, it was just the cool blue light from the moon shining onto Johan's gorgeous face and that one sentence, hanging in mid air. "I love you" had been big, but it hadn't stopped everything. "I need you" had been a desperate cry caught in the dark between kisses, but it had been made important by how fast everything was flying around them.

   "Jeremy?" Johan asked quietly, snapping time back into motion. Scout blinked.

   "I-I... Doc?" he stammered. His heart was pounding. Kill? For... Him? That shouldn't be that shocking, he had seen Medic kill before. Hell, he probably enjoyed killing more than anyone else at Mann Co. But everyone just respawned at the end of the match and shook hands. Did that count? Nobody was really dead, nobody left with any long lasting trauma, and none of them were gonna get charged with murder... Probably. He must have instinctively flinched away from the older man, because his much larger hand flew to Scout's, almost like he was begging him to stay. Scout didn't need him to beg. Scout would have forced himself to stay.

   "I... I'm sorry-" Medic began.

   "Do you mean it?" Scout breathed, catching him off guard. Johan's blue eyes scanned him for something, some hint of ulterior motives... Or something. His mouth was open just a crack, making him look so vulnerable, so afraid to be rejected by a boy half his age and half his size. Scout watched as he closed the crack and swallowed, putting himself back together as the unstoppable force of nature that was the RED Medic.

   "Yes. Of course." he answered, firmly. The sincerity in his eyes didn't hurt anymore. It was still intimidating, and frankly fucking terrifying, but it wasn't a terror meant for Scout. It was meant for anyone who would be stupid enough to get between them. Be it Spy, or the jackasses in the real world, or hell, the Administrator or... Or... Who cared? They were all the same, just squishy lumps of blood and meat that Johan could tear apart without even a second thought. All that power... All that primal terror, it was Scout's to control. "I would kill for you" wasn't just the manic joy that he took in violence, it was devotion. Medic would kill for him, for Scout. Nobody else.

   He pushed himself forward and threw his arms around the older man's neck.

   "I love you." he whispered, threading his fingers through the greying hair at the back of his head, holding onto it like a lifeline. As sure as the sun would rise in the morning, Medic's hands did the same. One on the small of his back, the other cradling his head, finding lifelines of his own.

"I love you too." Just one hand was nearly the size of Scout's whole head, and that just made him feel safer. He could squeeze his eyeballs out of his skull without breaking a sweat, but he wouldn't. He was soft, gentle, warm... Only for him. And God damn, wasn't that the best feeling in the world.

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You failed him.