[Sniper x Medic] [Kyh x Pom]

He always figured he'd be able to hear the footsteps before it was too late, but he had also figured that a spy would never be able to find him. His first prediction proved false almost immediately; on his second shift a spy had gotten dangerously close to where he was hiding. Thankfully, his Kukri had been nearby and managed to slash the bugger down the shoulder and, just as he was about to hopefully rid himself of the invisible menace, the Spy had cloaked and ran away, a trail of blood showing where he ran off to. But the Spy was not one of the Sniper's main targets. So instead the backstabbing shape shifter survived, somehow becoming particularly adept at finding where the Sniper hid. It wasn't until two weeks later, when the spy had received a new weapon, that he managed to fool the Sniper.

So after the usual knife-to-some-body part, the Sniper had resumed to his jarate-making, scope-peeking duties. However, when the spy dropped in a second time, the Sniper had figured it was just a figment of his imagination. However, when the clod steel of a blade wiped itself gently along his throat, drawing a slight amount of blood, he knew the spy had returned already. Dropping rifle like a stone, the Sniper once again wielded his Kukri, but in a slight amount of pain, he missed the Spy by an inch. The Spy reacted by slicing straight across his arm and before the Sniper could get another swinging, he slashed deeply across his chest as well. Fighting the pain, the sniper took one violent, blind swing.

And hit the Spy smack dab in the head, killing him instantly.

He would have celebrated with the killing of his main problem if it weren't for the fact that he was, at the moment, fighting to stay conscious. While knowing that his vocal chords should still work, he called out a weak 'Medic!' before involuntarily passing out.

It must have been several hours later when he woke up, no longer in his Sniper's nest. He had been stripped on his weapons, and had bandages over his chest, arm, and neck, along with an IV in his good hand. Too bleary-eyed to fully comprehend what happened, he decided that now would be a good time to fall asleep.

A faint call for 'Medic!' found its way to his ears. In a sudden panic, he started to follow the call for help only to realise he still had fighters to protect and heal. With Chris and Boris up front taking maximum damage, Klaus couldn't exactly leave them or it would result in two deaths instead of one. His decision was made quickly as he resumed to heal his two companions as they slowly ripped the apposing team to bits.

Once enemy fire had ceased and both teams readied themselves for dinner, Klaus grabbed his equipment and hastily made his way up to where the original call for help had come from. He soon realised that the call had echoed from the Sniper's hideout; now that was unusual. The door seemed as though someone had entered whilst trying not to make a noise; probably a spy.

Once inside the room, Klaus' suspicions were confirmed. A spy had infiltrated Alex's nest with the intentions of killing him quickly and quietly. His companion lay very still on the wooden planks that covered the floor. Opposite him was the corpse of a badly slashed spy. Alex was probably dead but Klaus decided to help him anyway in the slightest hopes that he would somehow be alive.

The doctor pulled out his medigun and pulled its lever towards his stomach. Nothing happened. Klaus cursed in the sudden realisation that all weapons stopped working after the battle ended. He couldn't do much now, could he? But he couldn't just leave Alex there either. In spite of it all, Klaus carefully picked Alex up and carried him to his personal medical room. He would have to fix his friend up the traditional way.

Once he had finished applying the last layer of bandages to Alex's damaged neck, Klaus carefully repacked his box of equipment. He turned back to look at his patient. He looked a lot better than he did earlier now that the blood had been washed away and he was placed on a padded mattress. Now he just had to wake up.

"Are you okay, Alexander?" No answer. He was probably still out cold and that didn't surprise Klaus much. He tried several times over before he came to the dreaded conclusion that he would have to wait. Oh joy. With a much needed sigh, Klaus grabbed the nearest seat and sat down beside his patient.

The second time Alex woke up, he was slightly more aware. There was breathing in the room, but the sniper failed to turn his head to see who it was. The IV was still pumping something in him, and he was starting to feel drowsy again; it was probably morphine or something just as strong. There was a strong urge to rub his head and he wanted to get off this bed; it was really uncomfortable, probably a cheap mattress or something. However, his body was completely numb and he'd probably topple over if he tried to stand. So instead, he murmured unintelligibly.

"Where the 'ell am I?" His voice was soft and coarse, barely audible. He tried to accent his consciousness by drumming his fingers on the bed, creating a deep drumming sound.

Klaus' attention immediately fixed itself back onto Alex as he heard the soft accent of his companion, followed by the bassy sound of his fingers drumming the mattress.

His friend seemed to be rather weak as he lay there struggling to remain conscious. Klaus stood up and hovered carefully at the head of Alex's bed. He remained expressionless as he took Alex's head in his hands and gently turned it both ways; checking for any side effects. Nothing.

"Alexander you are in ze medical room. You were extremely hurt and needed medical attention." Klaus slipped back into silence at the end of his sentence before turning off the IV machine. He had decided that Alex wouldn't really need anymore of it during whilst under the supervision of a doctor.