Distant Memories

Medic thought he'd never get to see it again, never get to hear that beautiful sound. There was some nights he had been so desperate he'd held his bonesaw up to his chin, his eyes closed and hand going gently back and forth through the air as the music played in his head. In the end he would always open his eyes and it would all fade away, lowering the tool he would just sigh and put it away going back about his business like it had never happened.

Months past and even pretending couldn't help him anymore, Medic had never had much of an imagination, and the more he relied on the memory the more it faded. The music became fuzzy and the bonesaw lost it's feel leaving the medic with that craving, that maddening feeling you got when you spent so long trying to live with a substitute for something you really needed. It was his weakness, the one thing that could cripple the doctor when nothing else could. He knew this, and that is why his grief only showed when he was alone locked in the tiny bedroom in the back of the med bay and left to let his thoughts wander.

The day of his birthday came and the german wasn't surprised when his teammates forgot. After a long day of fighting the only thing the others could think of was a hot meal, a cold shower, and some down time to nurse the hurt of losing and repair any damages before tomorrow's fight. After a quick bite Medic didn't even bother with a shower going straight to the med bay to shrug off his equipment, sighing sadly. Today would have been a good day for the music, that forgotten melody to fill the room and bring back the joys that came from it.

Going into the back room to lay on his bed, Medic was shocked to find something sitting on his bed, a giant package wrapped in the cheap brown packing paper that was in abundance around the place from all the supplies they had shipped out here. Scrawled across the center of the paper was giant black text so clumsy it could only come from his russian friend the Heavy.

"Heavy get you something so you'll smile again."

Wondering what the big man could have gotten him that was so big itself, he carefully tore away the paper, sucking in a breath when the wrapping fell away to expose a black case. Taped to this was a small card with more of the Heavy's clumsy writing on it.

"Happy Birthday little doctor"

Flipping back to two metal locks on the case, he carefully lifted up the heavy lid, a smile unlike any other appeared on the Medic's face. So happy that tears threatened to fall he ran a hand over the contents inside, carefully lifting it out and giving it a small test and a few tweaks before standing up straight. Muttering a small thank you in his native language Medic lifted up his glasses and wiped his eyes on the back of his glove, letting them fall back into place as he moved his hand away before placing his chin on the rest and the bow on the strings.

Violin music echoed through the base, and from somewhere in the kitchen another man chuckled, smiling happily as he took his first bite of a sandwich.