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rabbit heart

rating: G fandom: team fortress 2 warnings: no archive warnings apply characters: scout (tf2), medic (tf2) pairing: scout (tf2)/medic (tf2) summary: Medic can't help his feelings as he operates on Scout's brand-new über-heart.

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It took some more prodding around than what his previous patients needed, but when Medic extracted the heart out from the cavity, he couldn’t help but be completely enraptured.

It was average sized, though it appeared rather small in his large palm. Small, but strong nonetheless- the muscle beating firmly in his grasp. He’d give it another minute or so until it fluttered to a stop, which made him feel rather disappointed. The other hearts died almost immediately upon extraction, but this one- this one was determined to stay alive no matter if it was pumping nothing but air. A heart befitting its stubborn owner, he supposed. 

He let his gaze travel along the fibers, amazed at how spotless and utterly perfect the tissue was. He felt his mind start to race with all the new endless possibilities. The other mercenaries’ hearts stood no chance against his new experiment- a new, compatible heart was necessary. However, perhaps this heart could push the limits and hold its own against the Medigun. But would he dare risk such a precious specimen? A chill ran down his spine, a sensation he had yet to feel in the familiarity of his operating room. 

In his professional opinion, this was perhaps the finest human heart his eyes ever had the pleasure of beholding. 

(Although, he may be biased.)

“Hey, Doc,” Scout said, his amused face tinged orange behind the medi-beam. “Ya done gawkin’ over there?”

Medic coughed, trying his best to ground himself, “I was just admiring the healthy state of your heart.”

“Oh yeah?” Scout snickered. “Maybe you should just take a picture instead.”

“Don’t be absurd,” Medic scoffed, gently placing the heart on a metal tray. “Formalin and alcohol do a much better job.”

Scout’s nose scrunched up at the words, “Form-what?” 

“Never mind,” Medic said, attaching the Über-mechanism to the new heart. Had he said that aloud? Surely not. “Would you mind holding open your ribcage a little more?”

Scout adjusted himself on the operating table, “Ya mean like this?” 

“Perfect,” Medic said, breathless. The heart beat strong in his hand, but it was nothing compared to his own hammering away in his chest. It just wasn’t fair- how can a man be so handsome on the outside, and have such beautiful insides? It was like he was ripped straight from the anatomy book he stole- borrowed from a fellow medical colleague. Every organ and system worked flawlessly, untouched by any imperfections. A blank canvas pleading to be worked on, and Medic’s hands itching to get to work. 

“Ya know, I don’t mind ya pokin’ around in there.”

Medic blinked, “Pardon?” Scout chuckled, the faintest of pinks dusting his cheeks. 

“Take me out to dinner, and then you can do whatever doctor crap you wanna do.”

“I would need to do it before a meal to avoid any complications,” Medic said, wondering if any of the doves tampered with the heater settings, “But I know of a lovely restaurant in town.”

“So it’s a date then?” Scout asked, his endearing smile making Medic want to kick his feet in joy. He heard the rustle of some feathers somewhere, but he paid no mind. With all the care in the world, Medic placed the heart gently into Scout. 

“It’s a date.” 

Comic? sort of. It's chaos. Just. Pure Chaos

This is probably the dumbest comic Ive made

Live Scout reaction

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.

Can I have you for a minute?

Tyrosine

Rubber Touch part 2....