Prompt fic for a Valentines week thing run on tumblr/twitter by dontneedadispenser! Aptly named "dontneedavalentine" haha! Still trying to sort out file types for FA, bear with me.

Some more self indulgent junk, because my med would absolutely be too nervous to tell someone how he felt c: good thing his best friend has no such qualms and gives him no choice!

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“You should just say something to him already.”

Klein nearly choked on his water at the marksman’s nonchalant statement. Miles smirked and tried not to laugh as his friend sputtered. The doctor coughed and regained his composure, clearing his throat. “What are you on about now, Miles?” he asked, setting the half empty bottle of water back down on the roof.

“What, really? You know exactly what I’m talking about. You and Medic,” Miles smirked, playfully nudging his companion’s shoulder. “You have to tell him eventually, doc.” The sharpshooter took a swig of his beer, now tepid from sitting on the warm roof of the base. Klein tapped his fingers on the cheap metal, lost in thought. He sighed and rested his head on his knees. “Am I that obvious?” he muttered, casting a half hearted glance at his teammate. Miles put a hand on his shoulder.

“Mate I’ve seen Scout be more subtle,” he said with a soft laugh. “You have tells like anyone does.” Klein cocked an eyebrow. “Such as?” he prompted. Miles leaned back against the wall, stretching his arms. “Well, you get this sort of look in your eyes when you’re talking about him, whether it’s work-related or not.” The sniper gestured to his head. “There’s a sort of shine there.” Klein shuffled back to sit beside him, intrigued. Miles smirked and continued his explanation. “When you two are talking, you stutter sometimes. Not much, but it’s enough that I can tell. The last thing is that you sort of fidget with the collar of your shirt when he gets brought up.” The marksman smirked and took another swig of his beer. “Like now, for instance.”

Klein stuttered something and promptly turned away, blushing slightly. “Oh, shut up!” he hissed, though there was hardly any threat in it. Miles clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Look, doc. You can’t be tying yourself in knots like this! Just say something to him,” he encouraged, ignoring the slightly irritated expression on Klein’s face. “It’s not that sim-nonsense!” Miles interrupted the doctor. “I have an idea! Get him something for Valentine’s Day and use that to tell him! Worst thing he can say is no, right?”

The doctor huffed and rolled his eyes. As much as he hated to admit it, the sniper was right. There wasn’t much at risk, not near as much as he had frightened himself into thinking. He sighed softly and glanced back at his friend. “Well… what would you do? If you had feelings for someone, I mean,” he asked, trying to ignore the embarrassment sticking in the back of his mind. Miles smiled and held up a finger. “First off, do not ask Spy. Or Scout. Their advice is terrible,” he pointed out. “Second, keep it simple. Find out what the person likes and go from there,” he added, setting his now empty beer bottle aside.

“Medic likes his doves, his experiments, and tormenting the BLU team’s Medic,” Klein said with a laugh. “And while it might be impressive, I don’t think bringing him the enemy’s heart on a pike will send the right message.” Miles made a face and shook his head. “Ugh, definitely don’t do that…” the sniper groaned, grimacing in mock disgust. Klein chuckled softly and lightly punched the man’s shoulder. “I wasn’t planning to!” he laughed. Miles shrugged and picked at a thread on his glove. “Could always just tell him outright. Have a simple conversation, man to man,” he said matter-of-factly as he rose to his feet and stepped back into the base. Klein shook his head as he followed, the setting sun having cast everything into a dim light.

“I can’t, and I can’t explain, but-Klein? Are you up here again?” Klein froze as Medic’s voice carried up from the stairs. Miles smirked and called out. “Up here, doc!” Klein glared daggers at him, but was inwardly panicking at the approaching footsteps. “Miles, what the hell are you doing?” he hissed as his companion grabbed his shoulders and nudged him towards the stairs. “Doing you a favor, mate,” he smirked.

Medic glanced between the two, a look of confusion on his face. “What’s going on with you two?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow slightly. Klein opened his mouth to say something, but Miles quickly cut him off. “Klein needed to speak with you!” the marksman insisted. He quickly shuffled past the two doctors, stopping to mouth ‘good luck’ when Klein glared at him. “You wanted to talk to me?” Medic’s question startled him more than he’d care to admit.

Klein stuttered and avoided the man’s gaze. “Er, Miles insists that I tell you..” he trailed off, his nervousness getting the better of him. He hung his head and sighed. “Actually, never mind. It’s not important,” he muttered softly. Medic gave him a quizzical look, but simply turned to head back down to the medical bay. “Well then come along, I’d like your help with sorting some new shipments out,” the doctor insisted. Klein nodded and meekly followed his mentor down and through the halls.

“Medic, I-” Medic stopped just outside the medical bay, surprised at his assistant’s outburst. “I’m… in love with you,” Klein said softly, his face flushed red as he avoided the other man’s gaze. He fidgeted with the collar of his shirt, suddenly feeling very vulnerable. “Well, this is… interesting,” Medic mused, turning to fully face the blonde. He smiled softly and stepped closer. Klein stared at the floor. “Klein, you should have told me sooner,” the older doctor said softly. Klein looked up, confused, and started to ask what he meant.

Medic cut him off with a chaste kiss. Klein stood stock still, frozen in shock. His head spun, his mind whirring with a million different thoughts. What felt like hours to him, passed in mere seconds and Medic turned back to the medical bay.

“I-I… Um… Medic, I-are you coming or not?” The doctor cut him off. “We have work to do, schatz,” he added, a wry smile on his face as Klein blushed at the pet name. The blonde nodded and followed his partner, trying to keep the goofy lovestruck smile off his face.