A/N So.. you've stuck around! yay, now we can begin. This is my first Overwatch fic and, seeing as the game hasn't even come out yet, i'm basing this off the animated shorts and the beta that i just played. If anything seems out of place or just wrong, let me know with a review or PM. Okay, you got your popcorn? Drinks? Candy? Soft pillow? Great! let's do this!

Chapter I: Taken

Her arm shook as the bus drove over the bumpy asphalt of a street that lead to several chateaus that looked out over the metropolis below. The high mountain they were on looked out over a huge megacity, with the perfect view of the ocean that sat behind it. She opened her groggy eyes and looked out the window.

The city in question was bustling with the morning commute and traffic flowed as a river would on the highways and interstates that ran through it. Her hands came up to her face and she rubbed her eyes with her palms, wiping away what had been a restless nap on the return of an unannounced outing. She then ran them up through her long black ponytail, freeing any tangles that had formed during her short nap.

She continued looking out the window for another minute or two, letting the drowsy feeling pass. After she was fully awake, she reached down into her jeans' front pocket and retrieved a small, thin rectangular piece of glass. Her finger graced over the smooth clear surface and the device powered on. Three new messages from Gerard. Amelie sighed.

Things hadn't been going well with him the past few days. He came home one night, begging her to stay home and not leave, rambling on about some secret organization she had never heard of. He wouldn't say why, but he seemed dead set on keeping her home. He was the head of the multi-national group known as Overwatch, so he had more than enough reasons to be a little paranoid. Peace on Earth had been restored with the rogue omnics taken care of, and Overwatch now sat as the world's police force. There were more than a few people with targets on her husband's back, which he knew.

Today was Saturday. She had to wake up early and go down to the city for several errands that had come up during the week. Errands that couldn't be done by their servants due to the personal nature of them. Such as making sure that their finances were in order. Gerard, being the head of a peacekeeping agency, didn't really have the time to do it, so the responsibility was naturally passed down to her.

Another was a task solely for Amelie, which she liked much more and enjoyed far more than finances. She often stopped by the orphanages that were scattered across the city, handing out candy and small toys just out of kindness to the kids. The look on their faces . She even stopped by a local veterans center today to talk with several of the wounded and recuperating military veterans and talked with many about their experiences and was genuinely interested in the conversations. She found it intriguing how warriors could return to a civilian's life after the daily grit and sacrifice of being a soldier.

Amelie never really liked driving in the two or three fancy, expensive cars Gerard had bought for her. Even when it was a brand new, beautiful Lamborghini Huracan, she chose to take public transportation. At first, she loved it, but when she drove through the city, seeing the poor and homeless on the side of the road, curled up in what scraps they had left, she hated it. Why have a three million dollar car when there are people out there who can't even afford a meal to eat? That and you never know who you'd meet by just taking the bus.

Now to get ho- "Oi! Watch it, bub." Amelie looked up. A short, thin woman with short brunette hair, that looked like it could easily fall into her face, in a brown leather bomber jacket with a plain white t shirt under and dark blue skinny jeans and black and white sneakers sidled her way past a large bulky man that took up over half of the width of the center aisle. She walked towards the back of the bus where Amelie was seated. She couldn't help but turn away and look out the window when the brunette's amber eyes caught her own.

"'Scuse me, luv, bu' is this seat taken?" She heard the thick British accent next to her and jumped as the woman's voice caught her off guard. The brunette was standing in the haisle with one hand on the headrest of the seat next to her. Amelie's light blue eyes looked from the woman's hand to her face, examining the handsome features she found there. After a second, she realised she was staring into the amber orbs that looked back at her. The bus then lurched forward, sending the brunette falling to her right, towards the back of the vehicle. But before her face met the carpeted floor, a hand had grabbed onto her own and pulled her back up to her previous standing position.

The brunette's shocked expression quickly turned to relief and she sighed, grateful that she wasn't on the floor at the moment. "Phew! Almost bit the dust, huh?" she chuckled lightly.

"No." Amelie said out of nowhere.

"No? No wha'?"

"The seat. It isn't taken." She smiled at the cute brunette who made herself comfortable next to her. Amelie felt a slight bit awkward when the girl didn't initiate any conversation and instead stared straight forward.

"Oi.." She felt a finger poke her arm a moment later. "Wha`'s your name anyway?" The brunette's amber eyes turned golden as the morning sun rose higher in the sky. This didn't get passed Amelie and she couldn't stop staring into them. The more she examined them, the more beautiful they looked. "You there, luv?" the girl said, snapping her fingers in front of Amelie's face.

A light pink worked it's way onto her porcelain skin that was noticeable even in the slightest shade. "Je m'excuse, I am Amelie." She said, a heavy french accent lining her words. "And yours?"

"The name's Lena, but most just call me Tracer."

"Why do they call you that?"

"Well, long story short, i can manipulate time and move myself backwards, forwards or even sideways through time!" She said, arms raised in the air like a child that just admitted they finally found one of their missing toys. "Or well.. That's what Winston told me. Gave me this watch to make sure i don't go to crazy with it." She giggled as she looked down and pulled back her sleeve, revealing a watch that had a glowing holographic blue circle within another slightly larger circle.

"Hmph, I've never heard that before."

"Yeah, not many have. I wish i could say more, but I've kinda said a wee bit too much already."

"That is fine, Lena. I'm glad you even talked to me. Otherwise, this morning would have been much more dull."

She smiled at the brunette and, for a moment, saw something more than just a person. It didn't dwell in her mind, but she did giving it a second thought. Could we be connected? I feel like I've known her my whole life, but i just met her.

Amelie opened her mouth to say something, but the bus coming to a halt also signaled the end of their interaction. "I am terribly sorry, cherie, but this is where i get off. It was wonderful meeting you." she said as she stood and sidled out into the aisle.

"Yeah, you too, Amelie. A pleasure." Amelie could see the small smile as a sign she didn't want her to leave, and she didn't either, but her life had to move on. Back to work, back to Gerard. Back to the day in and day out tasks at hand. And so she turned and walked, only turning around at the top of the steps to get one last glimpse of the cute little brunette who had the guts to sit by her. She was doing.. something and she was concentrated with the way she looked with her face scrunched up and the tip of her tongue stuck out one corner of her mouth. She wasn't looking up, and so Amelie didn't want to hold up the bus driver anymore than she already had and proceeded off.

As she stepped onto the concrete, she noticed two men in black and red suits, standing near the bus stop. She dismissed them, thinking they were just businessmen waiting for a certain bus or something else that would entail a normal day.

She turned and began the short walk home, but a few steps from the bus stop, she felt the cold metal of a gun barrel sticking into her side and saw the person holding it was one of the men. She looked at him in shock and he stared blankly back at her. A second passed and they didn't break eachother's gaze.

Then, an intense burning coated her side, and her entire body felt like it was on fire. A hand covered her mouth and she was dragged away, behind foliage that was on the other side of a rock wall that ran the length of highway the bus stop was on. Amelie was barely conscious, but could feel the metal prods that were sticking in her skin from the taser that she was shot with. Her feet dragged the ground and her head swung back with hooded eyes, trying to figure out what was happening. She saw the tops of the trees that surrounded them before it turned to metal when she was thrown in the back of a van. At least what she thought was a van. The space went dark when she heard a door close, and when the light had all but left, she felt the darkness tugging at her and she relinquished herself into sleep.

"Yeah, you too Amelie. A pleasure." Lena smiled sadly back at her, all to upset that she wouldn't be able to see the flawless brunette ever again. Then an idea was planted in her head by the great power of her mind. She pulled out a pen and a napkin that she had stuffed into her pocket that morning and began writing down her phone number. The moment she finished she looked up just in time to see Amelie stepping down off the bus.

Lena stood up and ran to the front, all but hopping down the stairs to the ground. She looked in both of the directions Amelie could of gone, but niether had what she was looking for. She turned back to get on the bus and stopped when she saw a black van pull out just accross the street. The two occupants looked alot like Talon operatives in a way with their black and red suits. While it had stopped, the man in the passenger seat had turned around and done something, and then turned back around grinning like a stupid kid. Lena Stared at them for a moment until the impatient bus driver yelled, "Well are ya gonna get on or what?!"

"Oh, right. Sorry!" she said as she glanced at the van one more time and proceeded back onto the bus. She couldn't shake the feeling something was wrong, but continued on with her day, hoping to once again come into contact with the beautiful woman she had met that morning, not giving up even the next morning and the next when she wasn't on the bus.

When news of the director's wife going missing reached her, she hadn't cared much until she saw the picture. A picture of Amelie being dragged into the same exact van she saw a few days earlier. The guilt and shame that overtook her drove her to tears that night when she retired to her bed. She vowed to find Amelie and keep her safe. Albeit, it was to herself, but she never broke her promises to anyone. And she wasn't going to start now.

A/N Just so you guys know, i know that the whole "Tracer not having her chest thing" goes against the canon story, but i liked it better with her without it.. i mean while she's not active, ya know? like when she is she'll put it on, but while she's not, she's dressed like a normal civilian..

Anywho, Hope this is at least a little of what you guys were expecting. I'm gonna warn you, though, next chapter's gonna be a bit dark. What with Talon having a hold of Amelie, there's gonna be some dark stuff going on anyways. But, yeah. Hope i did good! Leave a review n tell me how i did, what you expected, what i could do better, what you want in this, basically anything really lol. I enjoy them, whether they're good or bad(Not as much as good tho haha).

Next Chapter: Viva La Talon

P.S. This is probably the only chapter that will have her in just plain civilian form.. but then again maybe not haha.