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Radioactive - Chapter 12

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A/N. Hopefully last chapter’s ridiculous action was enough to compensate from the previous previous chapter’s mushiness!

Despite the RED’s win over the BLUs, Soldier had still gone back screaming at the team. “YOU CALL THAT A JUMP, CYCLOPS?!” he yelled. The rest of the team were walking ahead, and it had only garnered a response from Demo.

“Wot did ye call me? Ye know nothin’ about jumpin’, ya bloody eagle! Yer firecracker don’t do shiet like me sticky jumper!” Demo shouted back. At the mention of fire, Pyro joined in the argument with his fair share of unintelligible mumbling.

Terri rolled her eyes and stumbled ahead with Sniper, leaving the three of them behind to argue their day away.  “Is this normal?” Terri asked, taking off her shades to wipe at the lens. Sniper glanced back at them, their yelling getting softer as they walked further from the trio. “Mm… Oi’ve seen worse, shiela.” Terri tilted her head over her should to look back at them, standing there and doing absolutely nothing but yelling.

“How long are they gonna stand there?” His younger cousin asked, as he voices faded behind them. Sniper shrugged. “Dunno. Oi’m never round long enough ta see. It’s funny for a minute, then it get boring. Then Oi’m outta there.” He gave his cousin a quick hug before turning and disappearing out to his van.

As soon as he was gone, the air next to her shimmered and misted up, and in the cloud of smoke formed, Spy materialized. “Whoa… what ya want, Spy?” Terri asked, hand on the doorknob of her room door. Dammit, if he followed her then she wouldn’t be able to go out to see Horst.

“Nothing,” Spy said simply, leaning against the doorframe. Terri shied away, just a little. “Okay… then uh… bye.” She slinked in her room and closed the door, and heard footsteps fade. She sighed, turning to stare out of the window.

The sun wasn’t high up yet. Deciding it was a bit too early to see Horst, she threw herself on her bed, closing her eyes. A little extra sleep wouldn’t hurt after having being woken up at five in the morning.

It was late afternoon when Terri woke up, sleepy eyed but refreshed, even if just a little. The sun was starting to dip, the sky turning the slightest shade of sunset pink. Now would be a good time to leave, since the team would be minding their own business with it too early for dinner and way past lunch.

Creaking open her room door, the girl peeked out. No one was around the halls or on the chairs outside. He could hear the faint voice of Sniper on the phone with his father, arguing over how he wasn’t a crazed gunman and more of an assassin.

Grabbing her knife, she left the room, swinging the knife casually as she headed down the hall, leaving Sniper to argue with his father. Being distracted, the sharpshooter didn’t quite care to look at her, much less ask her where she was going. Terri felt a bit more at ease as she left the building and stepped out onto the bridge, her shoes clacking against the worn wood flooring.

Much to her surprise, she found Horst sitting by the bridge, eyes directed up at the slowly pinking sky, not blinking, not turning to look at her. Slowly, she wandered up to him. “Hey Horst,” she greeted. His head snapped to her, a quick, swift movement that made her flinch.

Terri had no idea what happened next. Horst grinned devilishly, then lashed out at her, grabbing her by the throat and flinging her to the floor. “What th-“ He crouched by her and with two strong fingers, slammed the back of her neck. Instantly her vision blurred, and as her eyes sunk shut, she saw Horst fade in a cloud of smoke and be replaced by a striking blue suit, strolling away.

Horst had just been going out to see if Terri was on the bridge waiting for him when Spy strolled back in, cigarette between his lips and a face that read “I’ve done what I needed. I’m outta here”. As soon as Spy passed him, he hastened his pace, slowing as he stepped out of the fort and saw the Huntress sprawled out on the floor.

Frowning, he approached her and flipped her over, two fingers lightly touching her neck. Her pulse was there and strong, and since he couldn’t leave her there or send her back to Respawn with a bullet to the face since RED would know something was up if she suddenly respawned, he picked her up and hauled her over his shoulder, taking her knife along too.

Scout hissed at Horst reentered the base with Terri over his shoulder. “Whoa whoa, why’d ya bring that back here?” he snarled, getting up and swinging his bat already. Knowing he couldn’t use a lot of excuses he could have come up with, he simply snorted. “Zhat,” he growled, “is none of your business. Vhat I do is none of your concern, Herr Scout.” And just like that, he disappeared into his infirmary before Scout could ask more questions.

He locked the doors to his infirmary and set Terri on the bed. Deciding there was nothing he could do, he simply sat back at his desk with Schnaps in his lap and let her wake up in her own time.

Around late evening and Terri slowly woke, blurry-eyed and disorientated. “Wha…? Horst?” she mumbled, trying to focus her eyes on the blurry figures. Horst had been playing with Schnaps, dangling a string for her to paw and catch, and hearing his name, he twirled the string loosely around Schnaps to let her entertain herself and got up.

“Ah good, you are avake. I vas starting to zhink ve vere never going to get anyzhing done tonight,” he chuckled, helping her sit up. “Whoa… how’d I get here?” she asked, glancing around the infirmary. “I’m not exactly sure vhat happened, but I zhink you had a fight vith Spy. I found you out on zhe bridge and dragged you back here,” he said, offering Terri a cup of water. She gladly took the cup and sipped from it slowly, letting the headache slowly fade. Horst pulled up a chair. “Now, I don’t know if your powers vork zhe same vay as mine, but I suppose for starters ve could try to at least get a grip on zhem.” He dropped a small scrap of metal in her hand. “Try tell yourself not to melt zhat vhile holding it.”

Closing her eyes and setting the cup of water aside, she closed her fist around the scrap. Do not melt it. Do NOT melt it. DO NOT MELT IT. DO. NOT. MELT. IT. She kept screaming at herself in her head, only opening her eyes when Horst lightly touched her arm. “Zhat’s enough. At least it didn’t corrode all zhe way,” he commented, opening her palm. A small bit of metal was left, the rest turned to dust.

“Vell, I guess zhat’s a start.”
FINALLY. Finally I get this chapter up and finally Terri and Horst make some progress. Clap 

Horst and Schnaps belong to *Derwen (who is AWESOME)
TF2 belongs to VALVe
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Just imagined the scene...Horst playing with kitty. Daww... :aww: lol You know by seeing  my OC in a fanfic is an absolut heartwarming experience. (you made him such a sweet guy! :D )

Never stop sharing this lovely fanfic my dear! XD  Iam always eager to see how the story progress! :hug: