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Wanderer's Lullaby part 2 (Spy/Heavy Fanfic)

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“VICTORY!”


Thank goodness. I was seated inside of the Resupply room now, wiping sweat from my forehead. It had been rough, mostly due to my constant directions, my mind wandering off at the worst of times. I don’t think i’ve been killed more often than today. But i just couldn’t--Focus. My mind still remained trapped on Spy’s words, and then the soft lyrics from the man had been soon to follow. It was like i couldn’t escape now, and i felt angry at myself for letting this happen.

The team soon dispersed leaving only Medic, Soldier and i to wander back down into the prison where Spy was resting in the corner, Soldier moving up and rattling the bars to get his attention.

“ARE YOU READY SWEETHEART?”

“Mrg--Five more minutes…”

Soldier seemed to scowl, asking for the keys.

“MEDIC, GET SET UP, I’LL BRING THE CHICKEN SHIT INTO THE ROOM.”

Unlike before where i seemed able to stand and watch the spy being dragged out from his cell, this time i decided to wander off into my room, noticing that there was a chocolate bar resting on my nightstand with Medic’s name written on a little yellow post-it note, followed by a smiley face. He couldn’t help but smile, silently thanking him for the gift. I could hear soldier’s boots scraping across the floor, hear Medic’s coat slipping across concrete as they dragged spy into the room past his door, slamming it shut rather hard, probably soldier’s doing. And not before long, Spy’s shrills screams were heard yet again, soldier’s crop probably slicing into the poor man’s tender skin. Soldier laughed harshly and continued the beating inside of the closed off room This time it lasted for 2 full hours before the pair had tossed him back inside his cell and shut him off once again. he looked even worse this time. He was missing his suit and under shirt, leaving a scarred, lashed body that still seemed to bleed, small cuts and scraped along his now swelling face.

“Fucking french bastard tried to bite me--”

Soldier muttered under his breath, placing his crop back in its rightful place. Medic seemed to be all smiles again as he turned to me, nudging my shoulder.

“Did you see what i placed in your room?”

I have him a half-hearty smile.

“Da, was cute Doktor. Thank you.”

“I just knew you would like it! I stole it from zhe canteen supply that was on zhe train zhat carries in our supplies! I zhought zhe chocolatey goodness would cheer you up.”

“HURRY UP MEDIC, IM HUNGRY--”

Poor Medic was practically being dragged up the cobblestone stairs now, being led by the hungry american.

“Oh! And zhere ah some sandwiches in zhe fridge in zhe main room i left for yeou mein freund!”

Medic’s voice was only echoes now, and soon, the room was once filled again with that eerie silence from before. I made no eye contact with Spy, even though i could feel his eyes boring into my skin, and walked back to my room where i’d be staying the rest of the night. might as well catch up on some reading while i was here.

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Three hours in, glancing up at the clock, it was already 1am. Jeez, time sure passed whenever I picked up a book. But then i heard my stomach growl and grumbled softly to myself, shifting up in bed and groaning softly, straightening my back before grabbing the chocolate bar walking out into the room that the spy had been tortured in hours prior, eyeing the small fridge opposite to the sink. Heck, there was even a little room with a door that I hadn’t noticed before, probably the bathroom.  The fridge door was a bit sticky to open but eventually it gave way and the aroma of fresh deli meats drifted out, causing my senses to come alive, that hunger paining me now. I grabbed two of them and right away began my feast, looking around the dim room with dull curiosity. But suddenly there was noise outside of the torture chamber that caught me once again, knowing who it was and what it was.

“Wandering, Child of the Earth,
Do you know, just, how much you’re worth,
You have walked, this, path since your birth
you were destined for more…”

He was singing yet again, which honestly surprised me. He had been beaten up pretty badly, I was surprised his vocal chords still seemed to work. But I could tell that his voice was slightly straining while he sang, trying to hide his pain with those gentle flowing words.

“There are those, who'll tell you you're wrong,
They will try, to, silence your song
But right here...is... where you belong
So don't search...anymore…”

And there I was, transfixed just as before, humming to the song at first, until I took another turn that even I was surprised with.

I started to sing along with him.

Of course my voice was low and gravelly sounding and it didn’t seem to match up with his vocals, but i couldn’t really help myself. I kept on singing with him, just softly of course, i didn’t need him to stop and cringe at my own voice compared to his, right until the very end of the song, when he went quiet again.

I didn’t like that silence anymore. It felt strange, awkward, and i felt myself leaving the room only to hear the man call.

“....’Eavy?”

I shuffled over his cell, trying to give him that stone-cold look i normally wore, to show that i wasn’t falling for any of his tricks here.

“What?”

“Can….Can yeou take me to zhe bathroom..?”

His voice was surprisingly quiet for how loud and obnoxious he liked to be, but maybe that beating had taken a toll on him and his spirits. I nodded slowly, opening the cell and releasing him from his chains, keeping a firm grasp on his frail arm that caused him to hiss slightly in pain.

“Please don’t--hold on zhat tight, please…”

“Am only trying--”

I stopped, switching over to my mother language only because i had remembered how it irked him.

“I’m just making sure you don’t fall. You can barely walk and it’s only your second day here.”

“Soldier….nearly broke mai kneecaps….Said he would finish zhem off later. Quite a wild one ‘e is...Non?”

The man in blue seemed to let out a small, forced laugh that made me frown mostly in sympathy. I hadn’t a clue why he was trying to make light out of such a dark situation, maybe perhaps to try and get me to smile, or remove the stale air by talking to him. Either way I had led him back into the room he had been beaten in and took him to the corner of the room and let him do his business in the small dark bathroom space he had. Once finished, the poor man stumbled out from the bathroom, frantically reaching out and nabbing my bulky arms to try and keep himself steady. In a way, i could sense his helplessness as we both walked back to his cell and placed him back into his cuffs. But as i turned to stand up once more, a slender hand gripped my shoulder.

“Don’t--”

I turned to face him again.

“Don’t what..?”

“Don’t go…”

There was that unusual soft tone again. I looked over his bruised face before settling back down slowly onto the cold floor, feeling his hand now slipping away from my shoulder. He looked tired and bruised, but otherwise okay. He was reaching for something in my pocket, and i stuck my hand inside and pulled out the chocolate bar from earlier.

“You want this?”

I asked him. He nodded.

“Please…”

For a second i hesitated, unsure if i should be helping the traitor, but eventually opened the package and handed it over to greedy hands, eating the bar in only a few seconds he was so hungry. The sight of the usually prim and proper spy now with a ragged, dirty baklava and chocolate smearing the corners of his lips made me chuckle softly, causing him to give me a look. Not once of anger or annoyance, but a tired, playful one.

“What? Yeou’ve never seen a frenchman...Eat before?”

“Not like you, no. You spies are all the same. Spick and spam, getting upset over the tiniest dirt spots that will stain your suit.”

“Well when yeou’re zhis hungry, et doesn’t even matter anymore. Ai ‘aven’t ‘ad chocolate in monzhs, yeou know.”

There was that deep chuckle coming from me yet again. I had settled in with my back against the stone wall now, listening to him speak about how he usually didn’t eat whole lot of food, he liked to keep his figure slim so that he was lighter on his feet, making it easier to sneak around his opponents without making a sound.

“I normally don’t eat a bunch, but juzt ‘aving zhat awful food for breakfast...Sitting in ‘ere wizhout any small snacks, really ached. But ai guess zhis is what will ‘appen for zhe next few days, non?”

I gave him a small nod.

“So it seems…”

Silence filled the air for a brief moment, as if we were both trying to conjure up something to say, so i spoke up.

“That...Song you sing. The one you sing every night….Where did you learn it?”

He seemed to give off a fond smile, resting his head back on the wall.

“Mai mozher actually taught et to me when ai was a boy, a song zhat would comfort me and give me a sense of hope when zhings felt lost. And et looked like ai wasn’t the only one who enjoyed it.”

He smiled to me and i looked away, trying hard to frown.

“I just like the lyrics, okay? I heard you sing it almost every night, and the lyrics were...Nice.”

“Are yeou sure? yeour expressions zhen say otherwise.”

I was silent for a moment.

“...Okay, and your singing was very nice too.”

The spy let out a strained laugh, gently nudging my arm.

“Ai knew et. Yeou know, zhose nights when ai sang, after ai had seen that ai had a one-man audience, ai enjoyed watching yeou, laughing to maiself after ‘earing yeou sing along. yeou ‘ave an awful voice zhough, ai’m sorry.”

Now i couldn’t help but laugh, shaking my head at the man that was snow snorting as he too, started to laugh.

“Now if i had a voice like yours, things would be different. Have you ever thought of becoming a singer? Maybe being part of a giant musical would have been good for you.”

He shook his head, that smile still present on his face.  

“Non, non. As much as ai love singing, ai have a severe case of stage fright. One step onto zhe stage and ai would be weak in zhe knees, kind of like ‘ow ai was when yeou were pretty much carrying me?”

We erupted into laughter again. He seemed to laugh through his pain, gently rubbing at the swollen bruises on his face before his bright blue eyes looked over to me, and for once, i could see the friendliness on his face that the spies seemed to always hide, as if they were only supposed to be strict and expressionless. But hey, i na way, I was kind of the same. I didn’t smile a whole lot anymore, which was something i really needed to start doing again. Something about the BLU just...brought a side of me out that i hadn’t thought i’d really, if ever...See again. But i had more questions about him, about his family life, his friends, how he felt being here, but one seemed to stick out the most.

“Spy...What did you do?”

“What do yeou mean?”

“What did you do, back in the administrative office? What made them send you here?”

All color seemed to drain from his face now, the once happy man now turning quiet and cold, bowing his head. As much as i should have stopped, i pressed on.

“It had to have been something bad. Despite how awful they are up there, they wouldn’t cast out on of their own to be tortured by the other team here. Especially you, one of their spies. What did you do?”

“....Nozhing.”

Now he was turning away, curling up in his corner, knees drawn up to his chest. I tried to scoot closer, but he seemed to give me an icy glare.

“Don’t.”

“I’m sorry.”

He remained silent now, eyes casting a glance at nothing in particular, not making eye contact with me anymore. I had sat there for another five minutes trying to gather my own thoughts while he must have been gathering his own, before i eventually stood and stepped out from the cell, keys jingling as i had locked it. I had went to step away when i heard his voice break the stillness once more.

“.....Ai made a mistake.”

I didn’t question him now, just simply nodding and heading back to my room.

It would be rather hard to sleep tonight.


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I had chosen to skip fighting today. Lack of sleep had caused me to become very sluggish as i tried to grab up Sascha, even Medic had looked worried. I told him i wasn’t feeling good and needed to stay off the field today, and he let me. In fact, he insisted i do and take a nap in the med bay, which is exactly what i had done. I was so overwhelmed with my own thoughts that time had just slipped away last night, and before i knew it it was already 8 am and i had still been awake. But napping for a couple hours seemed to help, not for my team though. We had lost this round and all fingers were pointed at me because i wasn’t in battle. Both Scout and Soldier were even on the same side, yelling and bitching and moaning about their loss, saying “If i hadn’t been up all night bull-shitting around, i would have been awake to fight. But in a way, i just...Didn’t feel like fighting today. Perhaps it was the fatigue that had settled in. Dinner tonight was spaghetti made by Medic who seemed proud of himself for the accomplishment of simply boiling pasta for about seven minutes and then slapping on some sauce for everyone. I ate, but unlike usual, i only finished half a plate before the will to eat anymore simply vanished. I scraped the leftovers into a container and took it with me down into the prison, shoving it in the fridge down there in case i got hungry. Medic and Solly were soon to follow after as they had done the last couple of times, taunting spy inside of his cell. Only this time, Spy remained silent, not spitting out his hatred towards the pair, not making snide remarks, just...Sitting there, looking to me on occasion. I felt a pang of guilt in my heart. I knew that i had pushed too far into a subject he wasn’t willing to talk about, and maybe the thoughts had triggered bad memories in his mind. All i knew was they he wasn’t making a sound as Medic pulled him out, only this time, he beckoned for me to come over.

“It’s time you und I had some fun wizh zhe man. Soldier, you stay out und wait here.”

I could hear Soldier gasp lightly, grumbling to himself before he crossed his arms as I took hold of Spy’s other arm, pulling him into the room. I didn’t have a clue what Medic had in mind this time, or why he wanted me to join in, but i could feel regret already settling in, seeing his swollen face looking up to mine, looking in a daze as if he was trying to place himself somewhere else. Medic had strapped him down onto the gurney with leather belt straps not that it seemed he would fight them, and lightly traced his gloved hands over the tools he would soon use on his patient.

“I want you to take your pick, Heavy. What would you like me to use on him?”

In all honesty i didn’t want to have anything to do with this right now, but i didn’t want to make medic suspicious by defending the man that had betrayed our company. I chose a scalpel blade because it seemed like out of all the big saws and deadly tools Medic had, this one would at least be a little less painful. Medic frowned but obliged and picked it up, eyeing the blade.

“Oh you baby. For a man zhat enjoys killing people, I would have thought you would have chosen somzhing more...Virulent. But zhen again, zhe blade isn’t as sharp as it once was, some sawing might be required.”

Without even letting me speak he stabbed the object into the Spy’s scarred flesh of his abdomen, causing him to shriek in sure pain, fists clenching and pulling on the restraints. Medic dragged the blade through his thin skin, tissue and fat separating like a butterknife through margarine, the poor man’s voice cracking as he screamed. I knew that Medic hadn’t gone this far with Spy until now.

“Why ah you screaming? We’ve only juzt begun, mein freund. We haven’t even taken a look at your insides.”

I had seen a lot of action on the battlefield, from stabbings to mutilations to people being exploded into giblets but this….Something made me feel off about this. I reached down and held his wrists against the table, my giant hands covering not only his wrists but his own hands, peering down at his panicked face. Once medic had opened him up, he began pushing organs around as if they were nothing, reveling in the BLU’s whimpers and cries of agony.

“Your liver isn’t looking too good, Spy. Funny, since you always like to tell our Demoman zhat his is rotting out. Perhaps we could take a bit out to test it.”

He wasn’t waiting for a response, he dug right in, piercing the liver’s outer skin causing spy to jerk and scream, tears streaming down his red face. Medic started to scoop out holes in the liver, grabbing the flesh and yanking it out with a hard tug to pull away the hanging tissue. He then began to carve up his sides with the scalpel, chuckling when the wounds began to bleed and pool under him, onto the metal table before dripping off onto the floor. At this point i could feel my body going numb as i tried not to look down, i didn’t want to see the face that once smiled at me with warmth was now screaming and crying, begging for it to stop.

“QUIT CRYING YOU VEXATIOUS SWINE!”

Medic declared, digging the blade into his side again.

“SHUT UP-- SHUT UP--”

Medic’s sudden change of composure even worried me as Spy began to jerk about, screaming as his innards seemed to shift about. The mix of Spy’s screams and Medic’s constant yelling for him to shut up made everything seem to spin, gritting my teeth i tried to bare it.

“WILL YOU SHUT YOUR TRAP YOU STUPID FILZHY FRENCH MAN?!”

He stabbed him again and more screams came from the BLU.

It was like pins and needles being shoved into my brain until i couldn’t take it anymore.

“JUST SHUT U--”

“ENOUGH--”

I cried, looking to Medic with a scowl on my face. I didn’t like to raise my voice with teammates, but this was just ridiculous.

“STOP IT--STOP DOING THIS MEDIC. HE’S DONE. HE’S DONE OKAY?”

Medic looked astonished but seemed to stop, placing the scalpel onto the table, eyes never leaving mine as Spy whimpered beneath me.

“It is over…..Just sew him up...Can continue….Later.”

Reluctantly he began to sew Spy back up with whatever thread he had from the medbay, heading towards the door as soon as he was done. I knew he was mad at me, mad that i didn’t let him finish what he had started.

“You take him back to his cell, he’s your responsibility.”

And out he went, Soldier eagerly following him up the stairs, asking him about what he had done to spy this time. I removed my hands from Spy’s wrists and realized that during the screaming match had i squeezed his wrists harder than I had thought, and could already see the bruises forming. The poor man was a mess. He was still bleeding a tad from  the cuts along his sides, still whimpering and crying, snot dripping from his nose as i slipped off the binds and helped to his feet only to watch him crumple to the floor. It hurt to watch.

“C’mon….”

I tried to coo to him, holding him up under his armpits as if he were a sickly cat, taking him back to his cell. Only this time, i didn’t place the cuffs back onto him. As if he was hurting enough, the new bruises i'd accidentally given him would probably swell and be excruciating to the injured man. As soon as spy was on the floor he curled up into his corner and covered his head, letting out soft whimpers and sobs, and for once i could feel my own heart aching for him. Pushing my reluctant thoughts aside, I had reached out him and placed a gentle hand on one of his curled up legs.

“....I’m sorry.”

No answer. He was shivering now, still keeping his face hidden from my view, and i knew there was only so much i could really do except let him cry and get out his feelings. I headed back to my room and just sat on the bed, head bowed, resting against the fleshy part of my palms, just thinking. He may have done wrong, but this, he didn’t deserve all of this. Everyone made mistakes, and he had admitted to his own. But being tortured and dissected wasn’t okay to me. it felt so, so wrong. Even laying down, trying to sleep didn’t help. I just kept seeing his pained face over and over, those eyes begging for me to either end this….Or end him myself. Maybe ending him would be fair. I mean, he’d just respawn...Right? But...What if he didn’t? What if I killed him and for once, the man didn’t come back through that respawn machine. I didn’t know how the administration dealt with traitors, if they were allowed to come back or not. And that seemed to make me even more nervous. I didn’t like this sinking feeling in my stomach. I hadn’t felt such emotions all mashed together like this before. I was angry, sad, nervous, afraid. Afraid for a man I wasn’t even supposed to like. But i did, and i couldn’t stop myself now. Just then my thoughts were interrupted by that sound, that sound i had heard for the last three days since becoming the nightguard over the spy.

His song.

And yet the song wasn’t as whimsical and smooth as before. It was gravely like my own voice, mixed in with a melancholy sorrow of his strained voice. He was trying, but soon the song had faded just as it started, leaving a trail of sorrowful sobs behind. The impulse became too much and i found myself dragging the blanket off of my old bed and moving back into the room with the rows of cells, moving to his cell and fumbling with the keys trying to get it open, and then moving into the cell with the aching man. He was caught off guard, but became even more so when i pushed the blankets around his little frail body. I couldn’t help but frown when his eyes met mine, biting my lip to keep it from trembling.

“I’m sorry..”

I tried to say, hands resting on the Spy’s sides. He looked about ready to cry all over again now.

“Et’s not….yeour fault..”

He had whimpered back, his voice raw from screaming so loud.

“It’s partly, i let him hurt you like that a-and i should have stopped him, somehow, you didn’t deserve that--”

“‘Eavy--”

He hushed me, blinking slowly before speaking again.

“Et’s not...yeour fault….Stop et..”

“I’m…...Sorry.”

He seemed to curl into the blankets a little more, rubbing at his tear-stained face. He was cold, the floor during the nights here was chilly. I had decided to settle down alongside him as i had done before, lacing my hands together across my belly, just staring up at the ceiling, hoping he might somewhat be pleased with my company. The two of us didn’t speak for about an hour, just minding our businesses until Spy suddenly spoke up from the shadow in the corner of the cell.

“You...Wanted to know what ai ‘ad done, non…?”

I turned and looked at him, shaking my head.

“Not anymore, if it hurts too much to talk about. I’m sorry for pushing such a subject ont--”

“I had snuck into the archives.”

He suddenly piped in, raising his head to look at me.

“I was doing some work up at headquarters, sorting documents, somezhing zhey had warned me about. Ai wasn’t supposed to head into one of the doors locked away in zhe back, but of course, being...As naive as ai am, lock picked it and...Ventured inside. Ai found documents, giant file cabinets filled to zhe brim on everything, from land structures in which zhey had planned to destroy and build upon, zhe effects of australium, everyzhing yeou could ‘ave known about our work, was in zhere. And ai read zhem. Read as many files as ai could the few days i worked zhere, gathering information. I ‘ah no intent of even using zhe information for more..Devious purposes, but ai ‘ad slipped up and not realized ai had cameras watching me as ai went out of the offices, carrying a file along wizh me about cloning ai wanted to read back at zhe base. Zhey found zhe missing file and nabbed me up zhe next day. And zhen...Ai knew it was over.”

I listened to his story, eyes lit up in interest.

“They must have assumed you knew too much, and for those kinds of people, they wanted you gone.”

“Zhey could ‘ave killed me, but zhey didn’t. Zhey wanted to see me suffer. And what better way zhan to shove me ‘ere under zhe bases, being tortured by a sadistic doctor and his idiotic lackey?”

He almost tried to laugh but when nothing really seemed to want to come out, he just frowned, dipping his head.

“Ai was stupid. Ai made a dumb mistake and now...'ere ai am, rotting away on zhe cold, dirty floor.”

“Hey now, we all make mistakes. Just because you’re a special snowflake doesn’t mean we all have don't have our own problems.”

I teased with him, patting his leg and watching that smile return to his face that i had feared i’d never see again.

“Yeou’re such a tease.”

“Am I?”

“Ai wouldn’t lie, fat man.”

He went to push back but ended up wincing, whimpering and pain and holding his stomach, looking down at his wrist. I looked down at it too, and immediately felt that guilty feeling return.

“I did that to you--”

“Stop--”

Ice cold hands suddenly rested against my cheek and i wanted to flinch, but the spy’s stare had taken all of my attention.

“If...Ai ‘ave to tell yeou one more time, ai won’t hesitate to smack yeou, ‘eavy yeou need to stop saying sorry all zhe time. Yeou didn’t mean it, and despite mai pain...Ai knew yeou 'urt too.”

He wasn’t wrong. In a sense I was hurting, hurting for the man that had been strapped onto the table being stabbed at by my Medic. I had opened my mouth to speak but Spy’s crackled voice broke through mine, smiling as he began to try and sing, giving his best effort besides the mounting pain he was probably feeling.


“In your eyes there is doubt,
As you try...to figure it out
But that's not what….life is about…”

He sang, patting my cheek as if to tell me to join in too. So...I did. unafraid of my awful voice, i began to sing with him, our voices definitely not matching, but in a way, they seemed to fit.



“So have faith there's a way…”

The spy began to laugh when i had sang only a sentence of the song, breaking down into a few harsh coughs before settling down.

“Yeou still sing pretty bad, but…”

He gave me a warm smile.

“We can work on zhat.”

I chuckled, waving my hand dismissively.

“Nyet, I am a lost cause.”




I left him there to sleep curled up under the blanket that night, feeling a tad chilly in my bed, but i knew it must have been much worse on that floor, and right now, he really needed it to hopefully rest and recover.
I had started on this little fanfic a long time ago after i had heard a song i really liked, and ended up incorporating it into the fic. And for a while i had never thought i'd finish it until i found it today, and just knew i needed to complete it for anyone who ships spoovy out there. It won't let me post the entire story together, so i'll just post it in pieces for you all! Hope you enjoy! 

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This fic contains major character death, blood, slight gore, violence, and probably many, many feels. Read at your own risk!
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