#so gr8

THIS IS THE BEST HEADCANON I APPROVE OF THIS SO HARD!!!

“MEDIC! MEDIC! DOC COME ON MAN!”

It was a sound that he grew to hate over the many years working with the RED team. The screams of his teammates who demanded his presence then desert him when they get back to full health, only to repeat those words over and over again. He found Scout’s calls the most annoying, usually it was followed with repeated banging of a frying pan until he was healed. It was an average day on the battlefield, scorching hot sun beaming down onto the red and brown desert sand, the heat was so intense that small waves were rising out of the ground while the nine mercs ran around, kicking up dust.

Medic was chasing after a Scout, his long coat and heavy equipment not helping when it came to the feeling of heat exhaustion creeping up on him. For whatever reason, this Scout had decided to get into a fight with the opposing BLU Demo. Of course, it didn’t go down well and thus Scout received a pill to the torso. He was barely alive, but like most Scout’s, that didn’t stop him from moving top speed. The Demo on the other hand wasn’t intent on giving up, he wanted to beat the absolute crap out of the RED.

All the while, the Scout was oblivious to the Medic chasing him. He kept on calling out “MEDIC!!! WHERE ARE YOU DOC!!?”

The doctor was about to shout back at the Scout, telling him to stop and shut up. However, just as he opened his mouth and took in his breath, Scout disappeared from his view and into the sewage water that separated both bases from each other. A cloud of dust appeared from under his heels as Medic skidded to a halt, just barely saving himself from dipping into the water. Peering over the edge, he watched the poor soul as three BLU Pyro Sharks approached and finished him off.

“Oh… zhat’s not good...”

Standing up and dusting off his labcoat, Medic fixed his glasses. He turned to walk away from the incident but the all too familiar screams of a Demoman flying through the air filled his ears, the Demo landed face first in the dirt in front of him. Medic instantly froze on the spot. Shit… what the hell was he suppose to do? A medic verses a Demo was a one sided and pretty unfair fight, just two stickies could finish him off.

While respawn was a thing and he would arrive back at the RED base just a couple of seconds later, it was still rather unpleasant to be blown to bits beforehand. Taking a deep breath, the Medic pulled out his always bloody Bonesaw. When the Demo stood up, he didn’t bother to dust off his clothes, his head turned to the left then to the right with his bottle of Scrumpy in his grasp. There was no Scout to be seen.

“Don’t come any closer! I’ll gut jou like zhe animal jou are!” Medic’s voice was fierce, which just made the Demo only chuckle slightly at the supposedly threatening display. The Demo’s hunched stance straightened while he wiped his nose with his forefinger. Demo knew he had the advantage if this were to turn into a fight, he couldn’t exactly blame the Medic for being on the defense so quickly. He was a BLU and the other was a RED, it was like a cat and dog situation.

However, like real cats and dogs, some of them can get along.

After fighting each and everyday for the past ten years, Demo and Medic knew each other’s weaknesses and strengths. With Demo’s job taking out the opposing Medic, it was hard to suppress the feelings that had began to develop for him. At first, it was a feeling of guilt, witnessing first hand how badly the RED team treated the Medic when he lost an Uber. While he had to keep doing his job, when he can avoid blowing him up, he at least tries.

Medic was standing there, growling at him. “Why don’t you just kill me huh!?” He hissed, ready to jab at him if he were to approach closer. The Demo took a step forward which caused him to step back, putting his heel over the edge of the water. A yell escaped Medic as he suddenly lost balance, arms spread out and turning in a circular motion. The three Pyro Sharks all swam towards their location, now finished with the Scout that caused his mess in the first place.

Upon realising what was happening, Demo dropped the broken bottle and rushed towards Medic’s aid, just barely grasping the RED’s gloved hand. “Ayyy mate watch where ye goin’!” With a yank, Demo managed to whisk him away from the Pyro Sharks and towards his body. A smirk formed on his lips as he pulled Medic’s head towards his own. With his lips puckered, the BLU planted a kiss on the RED’s lip. To him, it felt right… it felt like it was something that needed to happen for a while, meanwhile the Medic’s face was full of nothing but confusion and surprise.

Demo wanted this moment to last for a lifetime but he knew that if he got caught kissing a RED, he would surely have himself killed. Breaking the kiss, the BLU smiled towards the Medic. His eyes locked onto the others which were still wide in shock. Another small chuckle escaped the Demo as he turned, shooting stickies on the ground at his own feet.