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"Hey Doc' " came a voice of a very familiar soldier from behind the RED medic, after which a small red-black-white feather was presented. "Found in the package this among the things I ordered a few weeks back. Donno how it got there but I got nothing to do with it. Figured you'd like it more than the trash bin".
Tucking his scarf into his jacket, he paused in his wanderings to glance back toward the Soldier and turned to face him with a faint smile.Ā āA feather?ā He plucked it from the otherās fingers to look it over then chuckled softly.Ā
āIf I am to be honest, I was never truly fond of birds.ā Or animals at all, to be precise. Still, he tucked the colorful feather into the breast pocket of his jacket before digging out his gloves.Ā
āI was thinking of going for a walk. I could use a little company, if you have nothing better to do?āĀ
āFair enoughā the soldier replied with a nod and got a little more comfortable as well. He still would insist on helping out with space, or asking for another room, but if the man said heād figure something out on his own, well then he couldnāt push it. Still.Ā
When the conversation went on about teleportation he huffed a bit. Sure it saves a lot of time, and is very efficient. But sometime he wished they didnāt have those things. Not only it made his guts turn upside down, but it also took away from the pleasure of actually physically traveling somewhere. Maybe it was just him, being old fashioned and liking the casual drive. Or maybe it was simply the fact the doctor didnāt like wasting time in such a matter⦠which, was really not a waste of time. Ā There was much to see and witness.Ā
āWell, I was thinking more of a couch, me and you snuggled up with that bookā he coughed with a wide grin and hid himself behind drinking from his coffee now. Canāt blame the old goof for loving a snuggle.Ā
He chuckled softly and shifted his weight to cross his legs again. āI was not implying that we remain at the library, Soldier. Iām sure the people there will not like it much if we stayed for too long. If the weather is not too terrible, we can return here and lounge. I would not be too opposed to that.ā The other felt like a furnace and there was nothing wrong with taking advantage of it for an hour. If that. He just might end up boring the other with his choice of book and heād put an end to the reading.
āDo you have any new yearās resolutions?ā The question was completely out of the blue, yet it had been something that was on his mind for a few days now. It was tradition, and something he tended to participate in. Did he succeed in upholding them? Well, that was another matter all together.
āI have decided to attempt to keep them.ā The corners of his mouth lifted and he shook his head. āIf I can even think of any I would want toāor need toāuphold.ā
The soldier only replied with the same smile, double its size before returning to his coffee and thinking about the question asked. New years resolution? Folks never seem to have even begin to admit them or put themselves to the test.
āSuppose itād be the same as alwaysā he set the cup down and relax in his sit.Ā āEither die in a battle I simply cannot win, but still try toā out of resawpn range of courseĀ āAnd prove myself the best soldier aroundā He cackled. Of course there was a little more to that. But that would be discussion for a more convenient time.Ā
āWish you the best of luck with yoursā Emmerich added.Ā
New Yearās Eve.
Whatever happened to this doctor, the first reply heād gotten was enough to prove it was one of the worse cases. Very few went to the lengths of attempting to not think, or even try to forget. But he knew it was an impossible task. Some were just more resilient than others. Him? No one will ever know what went in his head about that. Just like his contract with his only highest in command, his background was sealed, even for the most trusted ones.Ā
He sighed, a heavy, tired and even somewhat frustrated sigh when the doctor decided to avert the conversation into a different direction, causing the soldier to doubt his stay. It seemed like he was not going to get the answers he wanted. It was that simple,a yes or a no. But maybe it was just simple for him because all he knew was simplicity. And that is all that separated him from normal folks.Ā
āNot hungryā he replied, his voice just barely above a whisper. He didnāt touch the champagne. Didnāt feel like drinking either. Not in company anyway. New yearās was just ⦠not right. It never was. And when heād try to reflect upon all the others, they were just more bad memories. Recent ones are even painful. A thought that never bothered him until now.Ā
Though there was little doubt about the doctorās role. But still, not even close to an answer.Ā āSorry DocāĀ ā he finally said, heaving himself off the sofa and placing the fine glass down on the small table in front of it.Ā āDidnāt mean to bother ya with my nonsenseā the soldier continued, reaching for his coat now and shrugging it on.Ā āAnd I donāt really feel like being in base today. Blizzard or not. This place feels like a prison tonightā he admitted and looked at him, all ready to leave. There was a lot to be said about what his gaze spook of, but he didnāt let it linger, instead heading towards the door in order to leave.Ā
Bringing the glass to his lips for another drink, he paused and glanced over toward the Soldier at the resigned note in his voice. It couldnāt be said that he knew exactly what the man was looking for. The majority of the events there were nothing but a blur. It wasnāt easy to give a simple answer when it definitely wasnāt that simple; he didnāt have capacity for it. Faces blurred together, places. Even periods of time were out of order or completely forgotten. He could have met a dozen commanders and their bodyguards or just one pair, and he wouldnāt have recalled it. He mentioned as much and it didnāt seem to be the answer the other wanted.
āI do not know how you want me to answer, Emmerich.ā Lowering his hand he rested the bottom of the glass against his thigh and absently nudged his glasses back up the bridge of his nose with a light touch of his fingertip. āYou asked if we knew each other before and I do not think we have. You ask if I remember a commander and his bodyguard, which leads me to believe you were either one or the other and, again, I do not remember. You are not familiar to me what so ever.ā Finding little to no interest in his drink, he leaned forward and set it down.
āThere is plenty I do not recall, and it is likely best that way.ā As he leaned back, he tucked his finger into the knot of his tie, loosening it slightly. The air was beginning to feel a little stifling. āWe both did what we had to do and it is in the past, mm?ā Exhaling a slow sigh, he dropped his arm back to his stomach and set the other along the back of the couch in an attempt to remain relaxed despite the vaguely closed off body language he displayed. While he didnāt want to speak of anything he might recall, he had attempted to answer to the best of his ability.
āIs it that you do not feel like being in the base, or you do not feel like being right here?ā He lifted a brow at him and tilted his head a touch to the side. āYou know very well going out into that blizzard is dangerous and you do not strike me as someone to do something that suicidal for the sake of escaping this place.ā
Emmerich paused in his steps if only to listen to what else Hans had to say but again he found it bearing no real answers for him. He was reminded however, of something heād long forgotten now; that the man had rather large memory losses. Perhaps that was why he couldnāt get any more specific answers or details but that didnāt really help him. But maybe he himself was mistaking. Maybe it was someone else he knew. And Hans simply reminded him of that man. Or maybe that man had died along with the rest of what happened there. Anything could be when it came to people.Ā
Or it could be a flat lie for all he knew. Working with his commander, he learned very well that most people told lies. But either way it did not matter. Hans clearly did not have any answers for him and that was fine as well.Ā
āI suppose that proves the fact that you donāt know me at all thenā he chuckled at the manās last comment.Ā āAnd I suppose that is also for the best, all things consideredā. Whether he didnāt want to stay there or at the base. It felt like both were the answer. For some reason he was feeling at an odds with himself lately. And very much alone. Though going face first into danger is what Emmerich was good at. What made him who he is, and serve who he did. Fearless obedience. Or complete idiocy and lunacy by some definition.Ā
He didnāt say much more, only offered a light bow of his head to the relaxing medic before stepping out of the room again. Though he wouldnāt get too far, instead finding himself sitting in the garage before his motorcycle, seemingly staring at nothing in particular.
New Yearās Eve.
Emmerich watched Hans go to grab the bottle of champagne he prepared, accompanied by the pair of glasses that were now set on the small table. Thinking of the question that was in turned asked of him, he found that answering it was difficult. If his assumptions were true, and they were most likely true seeing as he had difficulties forgetting certain faces, then this was indeed the man he thought he was. Which made him consider the question again.
āShould we, is an interesting questionā he replied,Ā āBut do we, is a whole different oneā he looked towards the far window and thought.Ā āWould you happen to have a certain cocky commander and his bodyguard soldier in your memory?ā If not, that would be a relief. But if he did, well, then things would be very complicated.
But what if the Doc simply didnāt wish to remember that? That could have been an option too. And if this is what he chooses for it to be, then Emmerich couldnāt be happier with that. But he felt that for once⦠he needed answers. Real ones. Because how would he go on courting a man whom heād been a part of throttling so badly? And then that is an understatement to what was in his past. His eyes turned back to the doctor as he waited now.Ā
āI try not to think about those days too much, Emmerich,ā he mentioned quietly as he set the glass down. The other seemed more focused on getting his questions answered rather than enjoying the champagne for now. It was safe to assume that he would rather have the distraction. Leaning back with his own glass, he draped his arm over his stomach and crossed his legs before taking a slow sip. Champagne wasnāt his favorite, but it seemed more suitable for the coming new year than wine.
āI knew plenty of cocky commanders and their body guards. I was one of the physicians in the camp and they came to the ward numerous times to ensure I was not hiding away scalpels or anything of the like.ā If only it was as cut and dry as he made it sound. As if he had chosen to do the work he had to do. There was no choice in it at all other than to sneak in a merciful death now and then at the risk of being starved or beaten for his insubordination if he was caught.
āAre you hungry? It is not much but there is a platter in the refrigerator. I managed to hide it long enough to be enjoyed tonight.ā Drumming an index finger against the glass, he turned his head to look toward the window. Just outside the blizzard continued to rage on. āI had expected a few more would linger around but that is fine. That leaves more for us, mm?ā
t was a transparent attempt to steer the conversation elsewhere. Those years were still a little too close for comfort, especially after the events that occurred months ago. The line of questioning was starting to drudge up a thread of anxiousness in his gut.
Whatever happened to this doctor, the first reply heād gotten was enough to prove it was one of the worse cases. Very few went to the lengths of attempting to not think, or even try to forget. But he knew it was an impossible task. Some were just more resilient than others. Him? No one will ever know what went in his head about that. Just like his contract with his only highest in command, his background was sealed, even for the most trusted ones.Ā
He sighed, a heavy, tired and even somewhat frustrated sigh when the doctor decided to avert the conversation into a different direction, causing the soldier to doubt his stay. It seemed like he was not going to get the answers he wanted. It was that simple,a yes or a no. But maybe it was just simple for him because all he knew was simplicity. And that is all that separated him from normal folks.Ā
āNot hungryā he replied, his voice just barely above a whisper. He didnāt touch the champagne. Didnāt feel like drinking either. Not in company anyway. New yearās was just ... not right. It never was. And when heād try to reflect upon all the others, they were just more bad memories. Recent ones are even painful. A thought that never bothered him until now.Ā
Though there was little doubt about the doctorās role. But still, not even close to an answer.Ā āSorry DocāĀ ā he finally said, heaving himself off the sofa and placing the fine glass down on the small table in front of it.Ā āDidnāt mean to bother ya with my nonsenseā the soldier continued, reaching for his coat now and shrugging it on.Ā āAnd I donāt really feel like being in base today. Blizzard or not. This place feels like a prison tonightā he admitted and looked at him, all ready to leave. There was a lot to be said about what his gaze spook of, but he didnāt let it linger, instead heading towards the door in order to leave.Ā
"Hey Doc' " came a voice of a very familiar soldier from behind the RED medic, after which a small red-black-white feather was presented. "Found in the package this among the things I ordered a few weeks back. Donno how it got there but I got nothing to do with it. Figured you'd like it more than the trash bin".
Tucking his scarf into his jacket, he paused in his wanderings to glance back toward the Soldier and turned to face him with a faint smile.Ā āA feather?ā He plucked it from the otherās fingers to look it over then chuckled softly.Ā
āIf I am to be honest, I was never truly fond of birds.ā Or animals at all, to be precise. Still, he tucked the colorful feather into the breast pocket of his jacket before digging out his gloves.Ā
āI was thinking of going for a walk. I could use a little company, if you have nothing better to do?āĀ
āWellā he started, finally getting the can full of coffee out of the coffee machine and pouring each of them a mug.Ā āYou could always use my room as well for things youād like to store away. I mean, I donāt have much room but I donāt really use any of it other than the bedā. His room was just for that really, a place to sleep and keep his clothes dry for him. Other than that it was rather empty.Ā āBut thatās up to you, what you do decide to doāEmmerich shrugged, adding a bit of sugar and a small portion of milk to both mugs before carrying them off to the resting doctor.Ā āBe it asking the higher ups for another spare room, or use my own, Iām ready to help with bothā.
Finally there, the soldier carefully handed Hans his cup and as soon as he took it, he sat down, leaning against the back of the couch and sighing in relief. His back was hurting for some reason, so the bit of rest now was much appreciated.Ā
āAs for the trip, thatād do you good I thinkā and himself. A bit off time off the base would be splendid at some point.Ā āAnd me I suppose. Only reason I ever get farther than town is when Iām sent off to kill someoneā he shrugged again and finally sipped at the hot brew.Ā
āI could not do that, Emmerich. Thank you,ā he murmured, both to the offer and the mug that was handed over to him. As he considered the mugās contents, he gave a second thought to using the extra room then shook his head. He couldnāt kick the other out of his quarters just because he needed the space. Heād figure out a way to deal with it. If he even collected enough to need the space. Chances were he could always grab his plans and start over again.
āI am looking forward to the drive. Mm..for the most part. I would drive up there the both times though I am not too keen about being on the road for too long, especially in inclement weather. Ā Using the teleporter for such a short trip seems to be the best idea.ā After warming his hands he finally lifted the mug to his lips for a sip then leaned forward to sit it down upon the table.
āI still owe you that trip to the library. I fully intend to make you sit down and listen to me read one of these days.ā An amused smile touched the corners of his lips and he turned his eyes to the clock that hung over the fire place, judging whether or not he should linger or prepare for the day. It was still relatively early. Picking up the mug again he sat back comfortably. He can lounge about, at least until he finished his coffee.
āFair enoughā the soldier replied with a nod and got a little more comfortable as well. He still would insist on helping out with space, or asking for another room, but if the man said heād figure something out on his own, well then he couldnāt push it. Still.Ā
When the conversation went on about teleportation he huffed a bit. Sure it saves a lot of time, and is very efficient. But sometime he wished they didnāt have those things. Not only it made his guts turn upside down, but it also took away from the pleasure of actually physically traveling somewhere. Maybe it was just him, being old fashioned and liking the casual drive. Or maybe it was simply the fact the doctor didnāt like wasting time in such a matter... which, was really not a waste of time. Ā There was much to see and witness.Ā
āWell, I was thinking more of a couch, me and you snuggled up with that bookā he coughed with a wide grin and hid himself behind drinking from his coffee now. Canāt blame the old goof for loving a snuggle.Ā

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New Yearās Eve.
Finally when the silence was broke, Emmerich looked at the medic. He didnāt answer him just yet however. Not that he was entirely obliged to do it. But the problem was, he simply didnāt know how to tackle the issue. And truth be told, knowing this man for what little he had known him for, Emmerich knew he was well aware of more than he would let on. But again, all of this was just his own speculation.
āI suppose I am not entirely sure about what Iām supposed to feelā. Truth was, however, he felt nothing. Much like he was taught to. And it bothered him.Ā āI have a feeling my past is finally coming to bite me in the ass. And even though usually Iād welcome something like that, right now, Iām not entirely sure what Iād doā that was awfully going around the point though.Ā
Despite the man disliking cigarettes, the soldier reached for his pocket and produced his pack, picking one out and sticking it between his lips. It used the moment to consider his words while lighting it and finally inhaling. Somehow that stuff always managed to calm his nerves to a certain portion, allowing him to refocus his gaze on the doctor again.
āI have a honest question for you Doc. Do we know each other?; other than from working here. I mean⦠far off pastā. Ā Well that was awfully spot on in comparison to his previous words.Ā
Little did the Soldier know, his words hit very close to home. Ā It was his past catching up with him that brought him to this base, but that was nothing he had to be concerned with any more as far as he knew. Though, as the other went on, a soft of unease nagged at the back of his mind and he wasnāt entirely sure why. Furrowing his brows slightly he adjusted his position, setting the mug upon the table, and placed his forearms against his knees with a loose clasp of his hands.
Instead of answering immediately, he studied the Soldierās face, truly studied it and yet he couldnāt find a twinge of familiarity beyond what he knew of him in the past year or so. He shook his head softly and pushed to a stand to make his way over to the bottle he had been regarding earlier.
āI cannot say that we do.ā Gathering the bottle by the neck, he gathered two of the glasses and wandered back to his seat. He didnāt speak again until he had the bottle opened and the champagne poured. Picking up one glass, he handed it over to him. āShould we know each other?ā
Emmerich watched Hans go to grab the bottle of champagne he prepared, accompanied by the pair of glasses that were now set on the small table. Thinking of the question that was in turned asked of him, he found that answering it was difficult. If his assumptions were true, and they were most likely true seeing as he had difficulties forgetting certain faces, then this was indeed the man he thought he was. Which made him consider the question again.
āShould we, is an interesting questionā he replied,Ā āBut do we, is a whole different oneā he looked towards the far window and thought.Ā āWould you happen to have a certain cocky commander and his bodyguard soldier in your memory?ā If not, that would be a relief. But if he did, well, then things would be very complicated.
But what if the Doc simply didnāt wish to remember that? That could have been an option too. And if this is what he chooses for it to be, then Emmerich couldnāt be happier with that. But he felt that for once... he needed answers. Real ones. Because how would he go on courting a man whom heād been a part of throttling so badly? And then that is an understatement to what was in his past. His eyes turned back to the doctor as he waited now.Ā
"Hey Doc' " came a voice of a very familiar soldier from behind the RED medic, after which a small red-black-white feather was presented. "Found in the package this among the things I ordered a few weeks back. Donno how it got there but I got nothing to do with it. Figured you'd like it more than the trash bin".
Tucking his scarf into his jacket, he paused in his wanderings to glance back toward the Soldier and turned to face him with a faint smile.Ā āA feather?ā He plucked it from the otherās fingers to look it over then chuckled softly.Ā
āIf I am to be honest, I was never truly fond of birds.ā Or animals at all, to be precise. Still, he tucked the colorful feather into the breast pocket of his jacket before digging out his gloves.Ā
āI was thinking of going for a walk. I could use a little company, if you have nothing better to do?āĀ
Emmerich who was now idly toying with his pack of cigarettes and partially tempted to light one up, pause and looked at the Doctor.Ā āAh wellā he replied without knowing what else to say so he simply shrugged with a smile. It was good to know he was being appreciated at least. Even though it never even seemed like his offers or other mundane acts were even noticed. Which often made him feel like he was just background noise and eventually withdraw. But maybe the doctor was simply saying it out of being polite. Emmerich shrugged inwardly and turned his attention back to the pack of cigarettes. The docā didnāt like smoke, so he would have to wait until heās alone or outside again before having one.Ā
āSounds like a planā he replied a little more dully now. Using the teleporation meant he preferred to probably go alone. Which canceled out the idea of having a few good days off and a long drive. Ah well, not everyone shared his love for the road and the short while of freedom he got in the process.Ā
āMmmā was all he offered. There wasnāt much the soldier could comment on anything concerning science or medicine. Itās like asking him whatās the lifespan of a turtle. Which was NOT something he had the time to actually read about. Or Ā interest for that matter.Ā āI suppose I could lend my voice in and help you with getting an extra roomā he replied, casually getting up and walking to the coffee maker that was about to be done brewing.Ā āHaving an administrator as my boss has a few perks to itā. And even though THAT particular individual would view it as a joke, Emmerich could still pull a few strings when he really wanted something. Except that so far, he didnāt really need anything. A simple four walled and roofed room, a bed, and a dresser was all he needed. The rest of it was ⦠nothing made of anything he could just ask for.Ā
āA shaky plan. I am not wanting to make two trips, but I will have to.ā He could simply drive up there, go to the base then to his home, but he wanted to take that first trip alone, just to make things easier in case he did come across someone that he did know. The second? He was going to need a little help, he believed, and some company. That was going to be a very, very long drive. The movement of the Soldier brought his attention up and he silently watched him wander off to the coffee maker. Exhaling a slow breath he sat back and comfortably crossed his legs.
āThat might be asking too much of you, Soldier. Truth be told, I might be better off getting rid of some things in my quarters to make room. I cannot say that I need some of the items we were issued. Other things can be put in the Engineersā workshop.ā A decision he wasnāt sure about. They could tamper with his things, trying to add their own ideas. If he had a locker, thoughā¦He shook his head, deciding that he would figure it out another time.
āIf you do not mind, I may have you drive us there. I am not so keen on driving large vehicles through the snow.ā Glancing toward the window, he idly watched the flurry of snow outside. There never seemed to be a day when it didnāt fully stop. Now and then a few hours respite would be had only for the sky to open up again.
āWellā he started, finally getting the can full of coffee out of the coffee machine and pouring each of them a mug.Ā āYou could always use my room as well for things youād like to store away. I mean, I donāt have much room but I donāt really use any of it other than the bedā. His room was just for that really, a place to sleep and keep his clothes dry for him. Other than that it was rather empty.Ā āBut thatās up to you, what you do decide to doāEmmerich shrugged, adding a bit of sugar and a small portion of milk to both mugs before carrying them off to the resting doctor.Ā āBe it asking the higher ups for another spare room, or use my own, Iām ready to help with bothā.
Finally there, the soldier carefully handed Hans his cup and as soon as he took it, he sat down, leaning against the back of the couch and sighing in relief. His back was hurting for some reason, so the bit of rest now was much appreciated.Ā
āAs for the trip, thatād do you good I thinkā and himself. A bit off time off the base would be splendid at some point.Ā āAnd me I suppose. Only reason I ever get farther than town is when Iām sent off to kill someoneā he shrugged again and finally sipped at the hot brew.Ā
New Yearās Eve.
āI never did claim to be a smart oneā He replied in a light tone, scrutinizing the doctor for a moment longer before turning away and allowing him to speak more. The more he thought about it, looked at the man, the more striking his features became to the image in his head. But still his stubborn self did not want to believe it to be so. This was Hans, a medic on the RED team. Names could be changed, true, but surely it was just a coincidence he looked just like someone else he knew.Ā
Whatever it was that kept nagging in his mind though, Emmerich was not going to let it linger, instead turning back to the gate in order to open it and get moving. But the more he looked at it, the more he found himself rethinking. The offer of hot coffee was certainly appealing, all things considered.Ā
Finally, after a handful of long minutes, he turned the machine off and wheeled it back into the garage, closing and locking it once again before idly pacing towards the REC room. He didnāt offer much in terms of words or glances towards the already comfortable Doctor, instead picking himself a couch and sinking into its comfortable cushioning. It was evident however, that the soldier was at an unease, idly rubbing his thumbs together.Ā
Assuming that Emmerich would see the wisdom in his words, Hans poured not only himself but the Soldier a mug full of coffee before carrying it over to the set of couches. Resting one of the mugs on the table, he sat down, cradling his own in his hands. He didnāt have to sit there listening to the crackling of the fire and the music just above it for very long; the other walked in right after he had taken his first sip.
When the Soldier sat, looking just as pensive as he was in the garage, he studied him in silence, taking in what he could of his face. Something definitely troubled the man. If it were any more obvious he might as well be speaking what was on his mind. Hans took another sip, indulging himself with the bitter taste of the coffee before he finally decided to say something.
āEmmerich? There is something on your mind.ā His tone was more of a statement than a question, and encouraging regardless. Lifting his eyes from the Soldier he considered the bottle of champagne he had planned to enjoy by himself. With the Soldier there, he thought to offer some but decided to wait, curious as to what the other would say.
Finally when the silence was broke, Emmerich looked at the medic. He didnāt answer him just yet however. Not that he was entirely obliged to do it. But the problem was, he simply didnāt know how to tackle the issue. And truth be told, knowing this man for what little he had known him for, Emmerich knew he was well aware of more than he would let on. But again, all of this was just his own speculation.
āI suppose I am not entirely sure about what Iām supposed to feelā. Truth was, however, he felt nothing. Much like he was taught to. And it bothered him.Ā āI have a feeling my past is finally coming to bite me in the ass. And even though usually Iād welcome something like that, right now, Iām not entirely sure what Iād doā that was awfully going around the point though.Ā
Despite the man disliking cigarettes, the soldier reached for his pocket and produced his pack, picking one out and sticking it between his lips. It used the moment to consider his words while lighting it and finally inhaling. Somehow that stuff always managed to calm his nerves to a certain portion, allowing him to refocus his gaze on the doctor again.
āI have a honest question for you Doc. Do we know each other?; other than from working here. I mean... far off pastā. Ā Well that was awfully spot on in comparison to his previous words.Ā
"Hey Doc' " came a voice of a very familiar soldier from behind the RED medic, after which a small red-black-white feather was presented. "Found in the package this among the things I ordered a few weeks back. Donno how it got there but I got nothing to do with it. Figured you'd like it more than the trash bin".
Tucking his scarf into his jacket, he paused in his wanderings to glance back toward the Soldier and turned to face him with a faint smile.Ā āA feather?ā He plucked it from the otherās fingers to look it over then chuckled softly.Ā
āIf I am to be honest, I was never truly fond of birds.ā Or animals at all, to be precise. Still, he tucked the colorful feather into the breast pocket of his jacket before digging out his gloves.Ā
āI was thinking of going for a walk. I could use a little company, if you have nothing better to do?āĀ
āwell, I would expect no less of a woman working for the industries. I mean, if thereās one thing everyone learned around here is to never underestimate your opponent. No matter how young, old or gentle they may lookā. Though for this particular soldier, it was a lesson learned very early in his youth. A woman was just as strong as a man if she should choose to be. And just as cunning. Therefore he was never truly a gentleman to the opposite sex on the field. When it came to war, it was all out war. As well as when it came to respect.
However it couldnāt be said that he was particularly fond of the other sex. If anything, heād preferred the company of men and leave the women out of it. Perhaps it was the deeply seeded ideology he so carelessly served that has gotten to him despite claiming the opposite. One could never know.
āIām sure youāll be able to make up your mind on something eventuallyā he replied with a shrug, partially upset the doctor chose his own little couch rather than joining him. But then again, the soldier was well aware of the manās dislike for being anywhere close to someone or being touched by another, for that matter.Ā āWhatever youāll decide, you know where to find meā he finished, loosening his own coat and slipping it off.Ā
It wasnāt long before the faint scent of the coffee started to fill the air, and he closed his eyes briefly as he breathed it in. The brew wasnāt exactly the kind he preferred and the scent was far more satisfying than the coffee itself, but it was better than nothing at all. As he opened his eyes again a soft smile came to his lips. āI do, and I thank you for that, Soldier. Ā Your concerns have not gone unnoticed and they are very much appreciated.ā
The words seemed straight forward a little too clinical, but that was with everything he said. They were genuine, if not a little warm when connected to the smile that settled upon his lips. Short-lived as usual, but there nonetheless. āI think I might go sometime after the thrill of the new year has passed. Maybe in the middle of the night so I wonāt disturb anyone. I can have one of the Engineers connect the teleporter to Nucleus.ā Something that should be easy considering that one had borrowed from the other a few times.
Thoughtfully regarding the Soldier, he nodded lightly to himself. āI can go to my home another day, preferably when I have a vehicle. I can collect a few things and see about being issued another room here to put them in.ā He doubted that would be allowed but there was no harm in trying. āThere is not much I want to bring with me. Mostly the projects I have been working on; uber implant updates, prosthetics and the like.ā
Emmerich who was now idly toying with his pack of cigarettes and partially tempted to light one up, pause and looked at the Doctor.Ā āAh wellā he replied without knowing what else to say so he simply shrugged with a smile. It was good to know he was being appreciated at least. Even though it never even seemed like his offers or other mundane acts were even noticed. Which often made him feel like he was just background noise and eventually withdraw. But maybe the doctor was simply saying it out of being polite. Emmerich shrugged inwardly and turned his attention back to the pack of cigarettes. The docā didnāt like smoke, so he would have to wait until heās alone or outside again before having one.Ā
āSounds like a planā he replied a little more dully now. Using the teleporation meant he preferred to probably go alone. Which canceled out the idea of having a few good days off and a long drive. Ah well, not everyone shared his love for the road and the short while of freedom he got in the process.Ā
āMmmā was all he offered. There wasnāt much the soldier could comment on anything concerning science or medicine. Itās like asking him whatās the lifespan of a turtle. Which was NOT something he had the time to actually read about. Or Ā interest for that matter.Ā āI suppose I could lend my voice in and help you with getting an extra roomā he replied, casually getting up and walking to the coffee maker that was about to be done brewing.Ā āHaving an administrator as my boss has a few perks to itā. And even though THAT particular individual would view it as a joke, Emmerich could still pull a few strings when he really wanted something. Except that so far, he didnāt really need anything. A simple four walled and roofed room, a bed, and a dresser was all he needed. The rest of it was ... nothing made of anything he could just ask for.Ā
New Yearās Eve.
By the time the voice was audible enough for him to hear, Emmerich has already finished sorting his bike out, making sure to add just enough fuel to last him the trip down town, or possibly much further. The rest? He was of two minds about returning back. He left the other helmet on the table, tying his to the stirring while slowly towing the massive structure out of the large doors and into the brewing storm.Ā
He paused however and looked at the character. Knew who it was before even doing so. Though unlike his usual self, he did not reply. There was plenty to be said, yet nothing all the same. Despite that, he did not leave the doctor waiting for a reply and simply shook his head before mounting the bike. He then gave it a proper kick and it roared once and again until it was on and ready to go.
Emmerich sat there for a long moment however, his stoic expression never betraying the long list of confusing emotions that were running through his mind for a long while now. There was simply no way for him to ever put it all into words. Better yet, this was not the person to be explaining it all to. Not if his memory served him right because the resemblance was too striking to doubt. And still, he didnāt know if he should at least bid a proper farewell. The soldier was never good at those either. Though it would be the first time it would be him to say it, rather than the other party.
But that was not up for discussion anyway, he thought, putting on his helmet and turning to slowly roll towards the base gates which were still in need of an opening.Ā
When all he received from the Soldier was a shake of his head, he tilted his own slightly, somewhat both curious and confused by the reception. Usually it was warmer and the other had plenty to say, now it just seemed like he wanted to leave. That much was obvious when the engine was revved and he started making his way closer to the gate. Hans drummed his fingers against the door slowly as he considered the weather that rattled the corrugated panel.
āI do not think it would be too wise to go out there right now, Soldier. It will be very dangerous. I would at least wait until the storm dies down.ā Far be it for him to suggest that he remained inside for the entirety of the night. The other was leaving for a reason while he was going to remain in the base to ring in the New Year. There was no real need for him to go any where else; he disliked parties, he wasnāt much of a drinker, and preferred something relaxing compared to the usual festivities that some people held.
āThere is some freshly brewed coffee.ā He nudged his head in the direction of the door then pushed it open again to make his way through it. He didnāt know if the Soldier was going to follow him back to the recreation room, but he hoped he did if only to keep him from injuring himself out on the road. Or worse. Respawn didnāt trigger after a certain distance from the base, after all.
āI never did claim to be a smart oneā He replied in a light tone, scrutinizing the doctor for a moment longer before turning away and allowing him to speak more. The more he thought about it, looked at the man, the more striking his features became to the image in his head. But still his stubborn self did not want to believe it to be so. This was Hans, a medic on the RED team. Names could be changed, true, but surely it was just a coincidence he looked just like someone else he knew.Ā
Whatever it was that kept nagging in his mind though, Emmerich was not going to let it linger, instead turning back to the gate in order to open it and get moving. But the more he looked at it, the more he found himself rethinking. The offer of hot coffee was certainly appealing, all things considered.Ā
Finally, after a handful of long minutes, he turned the machine off and wheeled it back into the garage, closing and locking it once again before idly pacing towards the REC room. He didnāt offer much in terms of words or glances towards the already comfortable Doctor, instead picking himself a couch and sinking into its comfortable cushioning. It was evident however, that the soldier was at an unease, idly rubbing his thumbs together.Ā

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"Hey Doc' " came a voice of a very familiar soldier from behind the RED medic, after which a small red-black-white feather was presented. "Found in the package this among the things I ordered a few weeks back. Donno how it got there but I got nothing to do with it. Figured you'd like it more than the trash bin".
Tucking his scarf into his jacket, he paused in his wanderings to glance back toward the Soldier and turned to face him with a faint smile.Ā āA feather?ā He plucked it from the otherās fingers to look it over then chuckled softly.Ā
āIf I am to be honest, I was never truly fond of birds.ā Or animals at all, to be precise. Still, he tucked the colorful feather into the breast pocket of his jacket before digging out his gloves.Ā
āI was thinking of going for a walk. I could use a little company, if you have nothing better to do?āĀ
The soldier merely shrugged in reply when Hans looked at him with an obvious disbelief that he has offered such a thing. The good doctor told him why he was where he was - in Coldfront - so returning or visiting would be one of the last things heād like to do. But even Emmerich knew that he may have missed the place, and the people and would wish to at least see some of it. Even if only from afar.Ā
āI suppose itās an ideaā he finally replied once the two entered the REC room. He went to make himself comfortable on one of the couches while the Doc went ahead to prepare some coffee. It was a good idea. And most importantly, it was purely business, nothing more. Go to a place, pack some stuff, and bring it back. And seeing as how far apart the bases were, he could call it a field trip. Some fresh air, other than the snowy mountains for the both of them.Ā
āIām sure theyāll liveā he replied with a throaty chuckle, fishing for his pack of cigarettes and stuffing one between his lips while the search for a lighter or a pack of matches commenced.Ā āIām sure I could step in and make a black eye, or two, happen in case someone has a problem with you being aroundā he offered, waving a lit match around as he spoke.Ā āAnd we could call it an accidentā.Ā
āIt is not those that know her I am concerned about.ā Even though he was sure that she had many white knights that would come to her rescue. For some reason some of the men around her felt the need to be that way even though she was more than capable of protecting herself. He chuckled softly as he shut off the water and made his way back to the small machine. He filled it and tucked the carafe back under the spout then turned to lean against the counterās edge.
āI am partly concerned about her. She has an incredible right hook.ā Amusement touched the corners of his mouth, an expression that was short lived. Pushing away from the counter he crossed over to the couches and lowered upon one of them before tugging at his scarf. Now that he was inside, surrounded by the comfortable warmth of the room, the scarf and even the jacket were unnecessary. He drew it free and set it aside.
āI will figure out something.ā With the scarf and gloves off, he opened up the jacket but left it on for now. He considered the empty fireplace across the way then brushed off the idea of starting it up. Very few visited this room this early in the morning and he had no real plans on staying for much longer. There was still paperwork he had to get to.
āwell, I would expect no less of a woman working for the industries. I mean, if thereās one thing everyone learned around here is to never underestimate your opponent. No matter how young, old or gentle they may lookā. Though for this particular soldier, it was a lesson learned very early in his youth. A woman was just as strong as a man if she should choose to be. And just as cunning. Therefore he was never truly a gentleman to the opposite sex on the field. When it came to war, it was all out war. As well as when it came to respect.
However it couldnāt be said that he was particularly fond of the other sex. If anything, heād preferred the company of men and leave the women out of it. Perhaps it was the deeply seeded ideology he so carelessly served that has gotten to him despite claiming the opposite. One could never know.
āIām sure youāll be able to make up your mind on something eventuallyā he replied with a shrug, partially upset the doctor chose his own little couch rather than joining him. But then again, the soldier was well aware of the manās dislike for being anywhere close to someone or being touched by another, for that matter.Ā āWhatever youāll decide, you know where to find meā he finished, loosening his own coat and slipping it off.Ā
Happy new year folks.Ā
"Hey Doc' " came a voice of a very familiar soldier from behind the RED medic, after which a small red-black-white feather was presented. "Found in the package this among the things I ordered a few weeks back. Donno how it got there but I got nothing to do with it. Figured you'd like it more than the trash bin".
Tucking his scarf into his jacket, he paused in his wanderings to glance back toward the Soldier and turned to face him with a faint smile.Ā āA feather?ā He plucked it from the otherās fingers to look it over then chuckled softly.Ā
āIf I am to be honest, I was never truly fond of birds.ā Or animals at all, to be precise. Still, he tucked the colorful feather into the breast pocket of his jacket before digging out his gloves.Ā
āI was thinking of going for a walk. I could use a little company, if you have nothing better to do?āĀ
Emmerich couldnāt help but cackle at the suggested idea.Ā āNo, no. Nothing of the sort DocāĀ ā, he replied and loosened his arms so that the good doctor could get up. Emmerich then followed suit and stood beside him, looking towards the base for a long moment before speaking again.Ā āAs much as valentine chocolates would be a great idea to give someone a rough time, this is not my intention with you. I meant chocolates in general. And valentineās day isnāt that far away now so ā¦ā the soldier shrugged and stuffed his arms in his pockets.Ā
He then followed Hans, matching his pace and staying well beside him while his mind wondered.Ā āI suppose you were planning to visit your old place?ā He asked before they finally came to a stop in front of the base door and opened it, holding it far enough for Hans to walk in first before Emmerich would follow.Ā āI mean, if you miss her, I could give you a list and come with you⦠you know, in case things go down southā he offered genuinely while offering the medic a quick glance.Ā āOr if you just want to get far away from here, we could do that as well. I mean, I donāt mind the drive, or the vacationā he smiledĀ āLord knows all we see is snow these days.ā.
Emmerich paused in front of the REC room door, looking at Hans and waiting for his answer. Whatever it would be, he had plenty of time and no plans at all. So anything the man would decide on would suit him.
The question about going back made him pause and he half turned to glance over toward the Soldier. Was he that transparent? Idly shifting the scarf over his face, he continued on to the base and only answered once they were inside. Briefly the sudden warm stole his breath away but, with a clear of his throat, he got it back. āI had briefly given it some thought. I need to get some things from there that I left behind. I have far too many prototypes sitting around to be kept there.ā As for her? He said nothing about that, only gave a soft shake of his head as he lead the way to the recreation room.
āGetting away does sound like a good idea. Perhaps, if you like, you can come along and thaw your bones out while I make a few quick trips.ā Kneading at his hands, he finally drew the scarf down, letting the warmth of the base blanket his nose rather than the slightly chilled material. He sniffed once, already feeling like it was slightly running even though it wasnāt. The joys of going from cold to warm. Wandering into the room, he immediately made his way over to the coffee maker. Bless who ever thought to put one there. It was better than wandering all the way to the kitchen.
āIt is something to think about. I am not sure if I will go there or not, at least not around the holidays. If I am seen well⦠That may ruin them for some, I am sure.ā He frowned softly and shook his head before carrying over the carafe to the barās sink.
The soldier merely shrugged in reply when Hans looked at him with an obvious disbelief that he has offered such a thing. The good doctor told him why he was where he was - in Coldfront - so returning or visiting would be one of the last things heād like to do. But even Emmerich knew that he may have missed the place, and the people and would wish to at least see some of it. Even if only from afar.Ā
āI suppose itās an ideaā he finally replied once the two entered the REC room. He went to make himself comfortable on one of the couches while the Doc went ahead to prepare some coffee. It was a good idea. And most importantly, it was purely business, nothing more. Go to a place, pack some stuff, and bring it back. And seeing as how far apart the bases were, he could call it a field trip. Some fresh air, other than the snowy mountains for the both of them.Ā
āIām sure theyāll liveā he replied with a throaty chuckle, fishing for his pack of cigarettes and stuffing one between his lips while the search for a lighter or a pack of matches commenced.Ā āIām sure I could step in and make a black eye, or two, happen in case someone has a problem with you being aroundā he offered, waving a lit match around as he spoke.Ā āAnd we could call it an accidentā.Ā
New Yearās Eve.
āThe same as every other yearā was all the soldier muttered to himself while getting himself ready and dressed well enough to leave through the quickly picking up blizzard. Heād made plans of course, rather grandiose ones too; only to shove them aside and disappear down town until all this was over.
It was rather ironic, the slow realization of just where he stood and how things may have turned out if heād made the wrong move or said the wrong things. That same slow realization that there was something nagging at the back of his head and desperately attempting to wake him up from his little fantasy.
And it did. Otherwise, why would he be throwing his plans away and deciding to journey out of base grounds on his own for the next few days. The Docā didnāt need him around. Didnāt care for him. His heart belonged to another, if not even more than one. So who was he in all that mess?Ā āAn unintelligent goonā the soldier replied to himself, standing in front of the door. He sighed a heavy sigh and leaned against it, wishing for the first time in his life to just disappear into thin air and forget everything that has happened to him over the course of the past few years. But that wonāt happen. And he couldnāt do it either. He was no magician. But at least he had enough cash on him to drink himself into a stupor. And that thought alone was enough to make him move again, out of his room and into the Coldfront garage.Ā
The Soldier wasnāt the only one with ruined plans, though his own was made the year prior. He had a bad habit of making them far, far in advance with little to no thought of what might happen over the course of the year. Then, he had been in warmer climes, surrounded by people that knew and loved him. Now he was in a base where only one or two could say was his friend. Where this might have upset others, giving them the feeling that they were alone, it had the opposite effect for him.
He could truly go into a new year fresh and make a whole new start here even though he had been at the base for a few months now.
He had combed back his hair, tying it as best he couldāit wasnāt long enough for a pony tail yet and probably looked ridiculousāand shaved which made him feel a hundred times better, if not cleaner. Not all of the hair had gone, just enough where the goatee didnāt look like ratās nest. He was actually dressed casually tonight, if one wanted to call a jumper and a pressed pair of slacks ācasualā. The recreation room was warm in both temperature and environment; the fireplace was crackling, barely heard over the soft sound of the music coming from the radio.
He was setting up a chess table when he noticed a shadow passing the doorway and lifted a brow. Most of the base was already gone, likely celebrating down town. As far as he knew, no one else was around, or at least sleeping away an early celebration. Peeking out of the room and toward the closing garage door, he glanced to the window and the horrible blizzard just beyond it, then moved to follow the same path to not only see who was leaving, but to warn them that it definitely wasnāt safe.
āEmmerich?ā Raising a brow curiously, he held the door open behind him with a light press of his fingers. āI thought you would have been gone with the others by now.ā
By the time the voice was audible enough for him to hear, Emmerich has already finished sorting his bike out, making sure to add just enough fuel to last him the trip down town, or possibly much further. The rest? He was of two minds about returning back. He left the other helmet on the table, tying his to the stirring while slowly towing the massive structure out of the large doors and into the brewing storm.Ā
He paused however and looked at the character. Knew who it was before even doing so. Though unlike his usual self, he did not reply. There was plenty to be said, yet nothing all the same. Despite that, he did not leave the doctor waiting for a reply and simply shook his head before mounting the bike. He then gave it a proper kick and it roared once and again until it was on and ready to go.
Emmerich sat there for a long moment however, his stoic expression never betraying the long list of confusing emotions that were running through his mind for a long while now. There was simply no way for him to ever put it all into words. Better yet, this was not the person to be explaining it all to. Not if his memory served him right because the resemblance was too striking to doubt. And still, he didnāt know if he should at least bid a proper farewell. The soldier was never good at those either. Though it would be the first time it would be him to say it, rather than the other party.
But that was not up for discussion anyway, he thought, putting on his helmet and turning to slowly roll towards the base gates which were still in need of an opening.Ā
Based on /this/. Quick doodle of Emmerich before bed.

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New Yearās Eve.
āThe same as every other yearā was all the soldier muttered to himself while getting himself ready and dressed well enough to leave through the quickly picking up blizzard. Heād made plans of course, rather grandiose ones too; only to shove them aside and disappear down town until all this was over.
It was rather ironic, the slow realization of just where he stood and how things may have turned out if heād made the wrong move or said the wrong things. That same slow realization that there was something nagging at the back of his head and desperately attempting to wake him up from his little fantasy.
And it did. Otherwise, why would he be throwing his plans away and deciding to journey out of base grounds on his own for the next few days. The Docā didnāt need him around. Didnāt care for him. His heart belonged to another, if not even more than one. So who was he in all that mess?Ā āAn unintelligent goonā the soldier replied to himself, standing in front of the door. He sighed a heavy sigh and leaned against it, wishing for the first time in his life to just disappear into thin air and forget everything that has happened to him over the course of the past few years. But that wonāt happen. And he couldnāt do it either. He was no magician. But at least he had enough cash on him to drink himself into a stupor. And that thought alone was enough to make him move again, out of his room and into the Coldfront garage.Ā
Since itās the end of the year, I thought to upload all the tf2 doodles iāll probably forget about if i didnt put them here now??Ā