Air swept past him, whipping through his hair. He felt a strange sort of peace that came with being utterly happy. He opened his eyes and looked down. He was flying at several miles off the ground. There was a caw next to him and he turned to the most beautiful sight that ever befell him.
To his right was a large golden bird. It burned fire bright like the sun and almost hurt to look at the magnificent creature. His mind blanked in awe.
This beautiful bird was so familiar to him, yet he was almost positive he'd never seen it before. Yet it filled him with such happiness and peace to gaze at the graceful birds flowing movements as it cut through the air.
He looped around the bird several times, giving a massive roar of joy. The bird cawed in response, and he took that as a laugh.
They came upon a mountain that they could easily rise above, but instead the bird landed on a cliff in front of a human. The man's hands were raised and something was held in his grasp. Confusion filled him, then it turned to fear.
Suddenly he noticed he was far away, and seemed unable to get any closer no matter how he flew. Panic and fear clouded his vision as he struggled to reach his beloved.
The human's slammed something into the bird and he fell with a cry of pain and confusion. His beloved bird slammed into the ground with the force of an earthquake and an explosion of ashes and fire.
He cried out in pain and heartbreak.
And jerked awake.
Hanzo sat up with a gasp, realizing where he was and that something was missing. His hand flew to the other side of the bed and felt that it was still warm. His bedmate must have just gotten up. He glanced at the blinking digital clock next to the bed and saw it was four in the morning. He felt a certain and confusing amount of fear when he couldn't find his lover in the room with him. He quickly threw on some sweatpants and a tee-shirt and set out to find him.
He walked around the base, barefoot and in the dark. It was an unsettling quiet that happens after a nightmare. He couldn't understand the significance to it though. The firebird had seemed so familiar to him, yet he'd never seen the bird before his dreams.
Finally he found the subject of his worry sitting outside the base smoking a cigarillo. He wore only his serape and a pair of sweatpants.
"There you are," Hanzo said as a way of announcing his arrival.
Jesse jumped in response, as if he'd been deep in thought, and smiled up at the archer. He motioned for him to sit down and returned his gaze forward.
"Why are you up?" Hanzo asked.
Jesse shrugged and took a drag of his cigar.
"Could ask you the same thing," he sighed though sand looked down, "Nightmares are hard to chase away."
Hanzo frowned and nodded, "Indeed they are."
Neither chose to ask the other what the nightmares were. They were both far too proud for that and their relationship was still young. There was some things that one simply doesn't share. The two sat in silence until the sun began to peak over the horizon.
They gathered themselves and headed inside to the kitchen. Jesse made his customary cup of coffee and Hanzo made himself a cup of calming tea.
"Do you want some eggs, Hon?" Jesse said as he gathered the ingredients.
Hanzo simply shrugged, but Jesse took that as a yes. Soon Lena came zipping into the kitchen humming in excitement.
"Those eggs smell amazing, love. Do I see bacon in my future?" She asked with big eyes full of hope.
Jesse laughed, "Sure Darlin'," he said and took out another pan and several packages of bacon.
Soon Lucio and Hana came stumbling into the room, neither of them being morning people. Winston was next, quickly followed by Angela and Reinhardt, Mei, Genji and Torbjorn. They all filed in, following the smell of bacon and coffee.
"MMM… Thanks for cooking," Winston said with a yawn.
Jesse simply smiled and turned back to the pan.
When he was finished they sat down amicably and talked. It was the busy familiar family chatter where everyone talked at once about different things.
Hanzo sat back and watched his brother begin to have a very heated debate of which western movie was better. His mind drifted back to his dreams as of late. They'd been occurring for several weeks now and he still could not discover its significance. The firebird held the greatest significance. He knew the bird was the key to understanding it all. Yet while in his dreams he had a great feeling of love and fondness for the bird.
"Hanzo? Are you alright?" Hana asked drawing him from his thoughts.
"Yes, I'm fine. I was simply thinking."
"Oh? What about?" She asked, cocking her head to the side as she stuffed a piece of bacon into her mouth.
"Just a reoccurring dream I have been having." He didn't really understand why he was telling Hana this and not his lover.
"What kind of dream?"
Hanzo a sighed and debated whether or not he should tell the truth. He decided it couldn't hurt.
"I am flying with a large bird made of fire. We are happy, it is peaceful, but it does not last long. The bird lands in front of a human. The human raises his hands and the firebird is struck down, dead."
"Huh, wonder what that mean?" Hana said with a faint frown.
"I do not know, but it has been plaguing me for the past two weeks," Hanzo said with an annoyed sigh.
"Maybe you should talk to Angela about it. She probably has something that can get you to sleep better."
"Perhaps…" he turned to look at Jesse, whose uproarious laughter burst through the room. He smiled softly and fondly. Jesse clamed and felt his lover watching him. He turned and smiled to him.
Warmth spread through Hanzo in an embarrassing wave. He looked away with another small smile.
"Alright everyone, we have a mission tomorrow," Winston interrupted their moment.
"Hanzo, McCree, Angela, Lena, and Lucio, we need you to deliver this intelligence of Talon bases, to a little base in Idaho."
"Sweet!" Lucio said with his usual enthusiasm.
"It'll be good to stretch my legs," Jesse said and stood, bending his back with a crack.
They all followed suit and piled all the dishes for Lena, whose turn it was to wash this week. They separated, some going to train or do research, the rest were prepping for the upcoming mission.
Hanzo entered their room as Jesse began packing his things.
"Howdy Darlin' is something wrong?" Jesse said and wrapped his arms around his love's middle.
"It is nothing Jesse, simply dreams." Hanzo answered.
"You sure?"
Hanzo looked into the eyes of his cowboy, a deep chocolate brown with flecks of soft gold. He leaned up and kissed his lover.
"Yes, I am sure."