I know it's been done before, but here's my take on one of my fav ships.

Jesse had been in The Game for a long time. Since he was in the double digits, just about. He liked to think of himself as an easy going person, not quick to disquiet.

However, Jesse McCree, like anyone born and raised in the southwest, had a very healthy fear of snakes. He always had his ears open for the rattle that said he'd stepped too close, the flash of shining diamond patterns or the soft whisper of scales of on the earth. This awareness had lessened only slightly since he'd joined Blackwatch, years in the past now.

When he walked out of the shower one fine summer morning and something distinctly serpentine dropped from the ceiling and onto his shoulders Jesse reacted accordingly.

That is to say, he screamed and ripped the thing off, throwing it to the wall and scrambling for his gun. In the time it took Jesse to dive for his bed and Peacekeeper at its side the snake had dropped the floor and lifted it's head to make some noise at him.

Jesse drew and sighted on the snake. The snake that was chirping at him. And glowing. And feathered?

The door swung open and in came Genji.

"Something the matter?" he asked. Jesse couldn't see beyond the pristine white of his new face armor, but he'd known Genji long enough to hear the smile. It was there more often than it had been when they were Blackwatch boys.

"That," he pointed at the creature, "Came from the ceiling."

Genji followed his finger and released a put upon sigh.

"Ramen, come here," he ordered, holding down a hand. The little not-snake went towards him, trotting on four small legs. Now that his pulse was slowing down Jesse was able to get a better look at 'Ramen'. It was green, pale on the underbelly. There were not feathers around its head, but tufts of soft looking fur that formed a puffy mane. It looked familiar.

"Is that… yer dragon?" Jesse asked at length.

"You have never seen him outside of the battlefield?" Genji sounded surprised. Then, he released a low hum. "No, you wouldn't have. I wasn't in a state back then when he would manifest so freely."

Jesse knew exactly when Genji caught his eyes from the other side of the green visor.

"He won't bite you," Genji teased, "Come here, cowboy."

Jesse approached him slowly, eyes on the little critter. Was that really the beast that sprung to life when Genji was fighting? Could such a small animal be the same as the mass of verdant destruction he had watched tear men apart for years?

The little green head popped up from where the dragon had coiled itself around Genji's arm. Tiny black eyes looked up at Jesse. One of it's horns was broken on the right side, and a little scar ran across its neck, down halfway to its back.

"Hi there lil' fella," Jesse put his hand in front of it, letting Ramen see his palm. Genji snickered at him.

"He is not a dog. He knows who you are."

"Well ain't that nice. Fact remains, I don' know him a'tall," Jesse didn't look away from the dark eyes. There were fathomless, ancient, trying to suck him into mystic depths.

A tiny tongue poked out from a puppy dog mouth and the dragon licked Jesse's fingers.

"He likes you," Genji cooed. Jesse flashed him a lopsided smile.

"I'd'a thought he might have more reservations, after I tossed him into a wall an' all," Jesse said dryly. He straightened up and went looking for his clothes. Genji came further into the room and made himself comfortable on the bed. He had always moved with a pretanarutal grace, but now it was more relaxed. Genji as a whole was less like a rattler with its tail goin', ready to strike at the first sign of danger.

It was a good change. Jesse was going to have to thank his omnic teacher one of these days.

"He is a reflection of myself. I am much more forgiving these days."

"Pass me that?" Jesse pointed the belt on the side table by Genji. "What are ya gonna do 'bout yer brother? I heard 'e left the rest of 'em behind. Went int'a hidin."

Genji handed over his belt with the arm that didn't have a dragon around it.

"I have forgiven him for the past. Now, he much learn to forgive himself." The air hung with words Genji didn't say. Jesse fetched a t-shirt from his drawer and waited. Genji usually told him what he was thinking, if he was given a chance.

Ramen waited until Jesse had turned to face them again before he launched himself at the cowboy. This time, Jesse didn't scream. He let the little creature circle his neck like a scarf, tiny claws pricking him though the shirt.

"I am going back to Hanamura next week. Hanzo will be there, to light incense for me. He wishes to honor his dead brother."

Jesse snorted. "Poor fella's wastin' his time."

Genji reached up and touched his visor. There was a soft whir of hydraulics before metal clicked away and he drew the green shield from his face. Jesse didn't so much as blink when the scars came into view. He was surprised by his eyes. Last time he'd seen them they had glowed a bloody red. Now, they were dark and soft, with a barest trace of green within.

"I want him to join the new Overwatch with us," Genji said. His eyes searched Jesse's face. They were all that was left of Blackwatch now. There was no one alive today that Jesse trusted more than Genji Shimada.

Jesse touched Ramen's head lightly. It's mane was fluffy and soft.

"If you think it's a good idea, I'll toss my lot with yours."

The line of Genji's face eased into a smile that disappeared behind the high cheeks of his face mask. Ramen nudged his nose used Jesse's jaw and chirped in his ears.

"Thank you, McCree."

Jesse shook his head.

"I think you can call me 'Jesse' now, can't you?"

Something in Genji's expression changed and his smile got wider. His eyes brightened a shade and Ramen practically started to pur. A reflection of Genji, huh?