Team Fortress 2: Operation Friendship

(Authors Note: Finally wrote another chapter! Sorry for taking freaking forever, I have developed a serious addiction to Fallout.)

Chapter 5

RED team awoke from their sleep. They all began to get ready for the day, except for the Demoman who was hung over from the previous night. The Medic walked over to his bed and kicked it. “Wake up, dumkoph!” The Demoman mumbled somthing, then pulled his pillow over his head.

The Heavy walked over. “Let me handle this.” he said as he grabbed the bedposts in his huge bearlike hands. He lifted up one side of the bed and dumped the Demoman onto the floor. He slowly stood up, screaming curse words loudly. The rest of the team broke out into peals of laughter, which only fueled the Demoman’s indignation. They made their way to the eating hall ,and after eating a quick breakfast of various apple based dishes, went into the throne room. They found Princess Celestia and the rest of the ponies waiting for them.

“Ah, hello RED. I trust you all slept well?” greeted Celestia. RED nodded. “Good. A carriage will be here to pick you up shortly. It will take you to Manehattan, where you will help the defence effort. Once there, you will be taking orders from General Jackhammer. Am I understood?”

As RED team nodded in agreement, the Spy scanned the room. He noticed that one of the guards was inching towards the Pyro. The Spy began to draw his revolver from his suit. “Spy! What do you think you’re doing?!” exclaimed Celestia.

“I was-”

“No! There will be no drawing weapons in my hall!” she replied sternly.

“But-”

“NO! That is final!” The commotion allowed the guard to get close to the Pyro without being noticed. He drew a long silver knife and buried it into the Pyro’s gut. Ignoring his orders, the Spy drew his revolver and emptied 3 shots into the guard’s chest, causing him to fall over gasping for air. After being shot, the guard’s form began to shift, his hide turning from a dull grey into a jet black. However, this transformation was not noticed by the Princess as she used magic to fling the Spy across the room and began to choke him. There was a burning fury in her eyes. “GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON I SHOULDN’T KILL YOU RIGHT NOW!” she screamed. Gasping for air, the Spy managed to point a finger at the Pyro, who was clutching the knife and lying in a pool of his own blood. She released him immeadieately and rushed over to the Pyro. Everybody and everypony began to gather around him as he started choking.

“Out of ze way.” said the Medic, pushing everyone aside. He turned on his Medi-Gun and directed it at the Pyro. Nothing happened, although the bleeding did seem less profuse. “Zat is not good..... Heavy, bring him to zat table over there.”  The Heavy nodded and moved the Pyro onto the dining table. The Medic turned to the group. “Do any of you have any experience with medicine?”

“Well, Fluttershy’s always taking care of her sick animals, maybe she could help.” said Twilight. Upon hearing this, Fluttershy gave a small eep and hid behind a bench.

“Come on Fluttershy, quit being such a scardey cat! He’s dying over there and he needs your help! Your going to let him die because your afraid?” said an annoyed Rainbow Dash.

“Rainbow!”, Applejack exclaimed, “Don’t y’all talk to her like that!” Applejack then turned to Fluttershy and, in a softer tone, said, “Come on sugarcube, we need y’all. Y’all are the only one who can help the Medic. Whaddya say, can y’all do it?” Fluttershy gave a shakey nod, went over to the makeshift operating table.

“Good. Engineer, I vill need you to set up a dispenser and get ze organ synthesizer.” said the Medic.

“Gotcha” replied the Engineer as he went off to get the items.

“Organ synthesizer?” asked Twilight.

“Ah yes. It is an ingenious invention ze Engineer devised. You put a piece of ze organ you want to remake in, and within half an hour, you have a bigger, stronger copy of ze organ. It is how we were able to get hearts strong enough to withstand an Ubercharge. But enough of zat, i have a patient to save.” And with that, the Medic pushed up his glasses, snapped on his rubber gloves, and got to work.

“What are we dealing with, doctor?” asked Fluttershy timidly.

“Vell, other than ze stab wound, the knife appears to have been coated with a poison zat attacks ze heart. There are only two known poisons which can do this, ze first resulting in a much slower death over several days, and ze second only taking a matter of hours. I have both antidotes.”

“Then give them to him!”

“I wish it were so simple. If I give him ze wrong medication, it will kill him.”

“Then how do we find the right one?” asked Fluttershy worriedly.

“Well, ze only real way to tell is to wait five hours and see if he is still alive. You have a choice to make. Should we give him ze antidote to the second poison and risk death, or do we wait five hours and see if he is still alive?” asked the Medic somberly.

Fluttershy was taken aback by the proposition. She thought about it for several long moments. On one hoof, giving him the antidote would potentially kill him on the spot, but on the other hoof, if they waited too long, he may die anyway. A small nagging voice inside her told her she should give it to him. “Give him the antidote.” she said to the Medic.

“Very well. Inside my bag there is a syringe marked X-17. Could you get zat for me please?” Fluttershy retrieved the antidote and handed it to the Medic. He uncapped the syringe and jammed it into the Pyro’s neck. At first, nothing seemed to happen. Fluttershy saw a look of worry cross the Medic’s face, and she began to panic. Slowly, however, the Pyro’s breathing slowed, and his heartbeat began to stabilize.

“We did it” breathed Fluttershy, relieved.

“We are not done yet. The knife has damaged his stomach beyond ze abilitys of my Medi-Gun to heal it. We will have to transplant.” The Medic took a scalpel and made an incision down his midsection and pulled out the shredded stomach. At the sight of this, Fluttershy fainted. She was awoken by a needle entering her neck. “I can’t have you fainting every time you see an organ. If you are to help me in ze future, you need to learn to accept it.”

Fluttershy stared at the needle he injected her with in horror. “What did you give me?” she asked in a shaken tone.

“It was a minor stimulant to keep you awake. About a tenth ze strength of Adrenaline. Now come on, we have to make him a new stomach. While you were asleep, ze Engineer brought in ze Organ Synthesizer.” With that, he cut a chunk from the stomach and put it into the machine. “While we wait for a new stomach, we need to give him a blood transfusion. Go in my bag and get a package of blood marked O Negative.”

Fluttershy retreived the blood. They spent roughly half an hour giving him blood and  doses of antidote. The Synthesizer made a dinging noise. “Ah, ze stomach is done.” He removed it from the machine and put it where his stomach used to be. “Stand back.” He took his Medi-Gun once more and directed it at the Pyro. Right before their eyes, muscle and skin began to knit back together and by the time it was finished, there was no recognizable sign of an injury.

“H-How did you do that?” stammered Fluttershy.

The Medic smiled. “All in due time”