AN: Hello folks! This is the first chapter of my very first Pharmercy story, inspired by the awesome movie The Bodyguard. This story is not entirely an adaptation of the movie since I'll be alter some details to fit my taste. That is to say, the conversations between characters will be different from the movie. I hope you enjoy as much as I have enjoyed writing it. Have a nice day, love!

Disclaimer: I don't own Overwatch characters and the movie The Bodyguard.

The Bodyguard

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The sound of the door bell had her hands paused in mid-air. After a few second contemplating, she ignored it and continued to polish her gun. There were knockings on the door now, and someone on the other side was calling for her.

"Come on, Amari. I know you're in there. You can't keep ignoring me."

Fareeha sighed. She finally gave up and dropped the gun on the table. She stood up and lazily walked to the door. A stern face greeted her when she opened the door. She stepped back and gestured for the man to come in. He nodded his head her way slightly before stepping in and settling himself in her couch.

"Can I get you something to drink, Jack?" Fareeha asked as she closed the door behind her.

"I'm good. Thank you," Jack grunted an answer.

Fareeha watched the man before her. Tall, strong build, and white hair, Jack Morrison gave off a stern yet reliable fatherly figure. An angry red scar ran across his face, cutting in between his eyebrows, made he look tough and formidable, but Fareeha knew deep down the man was soft at heart.

"Jack, it's good to see you-"

"I need a straight answer, Fareeha," Jack cut her, folding his arms, looking straight in her eyes.

"You already got it. The answer is still no!" Fareeha said, imitating his action. She folded her arms in front of her chest and crossed her legs, leaning back to the couch.

Jack stared at her hard for a good three minutes and finally dropped his gaze as he let out a deep sigh, "Fareeha, I'm desperate. You're all I've got now."

"Told you I don't do celebrity."

"Three grand a week and you're in charged, no restrictions!" Jack leaned in, pulling out a book of checks and slamming it on the table.

"I don't need money, Jack," said Fareeha easily, sipping at her beer. She picked up her gun again and started cleaning it.

"She's in grave danger, Fareeha. A psycho has been sending threats these past few weeks, and last Sunday was his first action. A man was injured…"

"What happened?" asked Fareeha. Although she didn't look at him or stopped what she was doing, Fareeha was listening carefully.

"He sent in gifts as a form of a bouquet and a teddy bear. She was lucky that she was busy signing autographs when the bear exploded, but her driver wasn't so lucky," Jack kept his eyes on her gun, watching her pull apart the metal thing with skills. "It was a mini bomb, no one died. But he's back at it, sending more threatening letters."

"I see…" Fareeha hummed, continued working on the gun. She seemed relaxed and indifferent, but on the inside, her head was working full-speed, processing the information. From the look of it, this could be a case of a psychotic fan, she thought.

"She needs you, Fareeha," Jack turned his gaze towards her, at last. His voice softened.

Slapping a magazine to her gun, she snapped it and spun the black metal object in her hand. She cocked the gun and aimed it at the door, and for a second she caught Jack's stunned expression. Fareeha smiled and released the trigger. She didn't forget to pull the safety catch on.

"Tell her I'll meet her tomorrow at ten," Fareeha stood, thrusting her gun in her belt. "And I want four grand a week," She said with finality, grinning at the old man as said person shook his head in defeat.

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Fareeha stopped her car in front of the grand gate opening to an oasis. In front of her, beyond the steel automatic gate was a fountain. It was so big that Fareeha insisted there must be at least twenty people to be able to hug its perimeter. Surrounded the fountain were brick pathways lining the way to the garden. Fareeha took off her sunglasses to admire the mansion. From her position, she could tell how impressive it was. Built in Greek style, the place applied the post-and-lintel structure with huge white columns in Corinthian order. Privet hedge lined the walking path decorated with bushes of rose; statues of Greek gods and goddesses were placed here and there on huge marble podiums, looking down at their subjects with hollow eyes. Fareeha must admit who ever lived in this place really knew how to live. Maybe being a celebrity wasn't so bad, she thought.

Fareeha tore her gaze from the mansion and pulled her window down. She leaned outside to press on the button at the security post. The machine greeted her with its flat, automatic voice.

"You are in a private residence. State you name and business after the beep. Thank you."

"Fareeha Amari to meet with Miss Angela Zeigler," said Fareeha.

There were some noises on the other side of the speaker, and a few seconds later, Fareeha heard human voice, a man, "Miss Zeigler has no appointment with anyone today. Maybe it's a mis-"

"Call Morrison and tell him he has a friend expecting him," Fareeha interrupted the man with irritation. It was pretty hot outside, and the sun was blazing its rays in her eyes. She would really appreciate it if everything was to be done swiftly.

There was another pause, and Fareeha leaned her head back in her seat, cursing Jack silently. Come to think of it, this wasn't like Jack at all. The man was professional. He was the man of his words. He did what he promised, and after working for him for a short time in the past, she had come to know that Jack was very reliable. He was one of the few people she trusted.

"Sorry for the inconvenience, ma'am," the voice came back to her at last, "Sir Morrison will see you inside."

Fareeha snorted, pulling her window up. Since when did Jack become a 'Sir', she laughed. If anyone, Jack was the most casual guy she had ever known. He was as laid back as an old cowboy, chewing his tobacco when no one noticed, and his jokes was the worst of the worst. He himself had also admitted he could not tell a decent joke. But that was him, old Morrison, just black or white, no in between.

Fareeha drove through the gate, turned the left corner to get to the back garden as instructed. If the front of the mansion was quiet and secluded, the backyard was the opposite. People were everywhere, running left and right, yelling and laughing at each other. Someone even crossed her car without warning, forcing Fareeha to stomp at her break. She stopped her car to look for a place to park, but she was having difficulty in doing just that. It was as if there was no empty space left in this sea of people. The people here acted as if she did not exist even after she had gotten out of her car to ask for help. Fareeha was truly lost for the first time. Just when she was about to pull her phone out and call Jack, someone from her right yelled something. She turned to see a young man with dark skin and dreadlocks waving excitedly at her. After making sure he had captured her attention, the man ran to her.

"You're lost there, I assume?" he smiled.

"Yeah, I am. What's wrong with this place? You have a party going on here?" Fareeha asked, frowning at some young women winking at her as they passed by.

Oh, it's like this every day. Miss Zeigler loves the lively air, so she let families of her staff come and stay here whenever they want. I'm Lúcio, by the way, her private driver," the young man named Lúcio raised up his hand for a shake.

"Amari," Fareeha shook his hand, nodding acknowledgement. "What's wrong with your left arm?" she asked immediately after noticing white bandage on his other arm.

"I don't know if you have heard, it's thanks to the teddy bear," Lúcio winced at the memory, "I was lucky I didn't stand too close, or else I'm a goner now."

"Sorry to hear that."

"So, who are you? I've never seen you around," Lúcio smiled again. He was a handsome young man in his prime. Even though he wasn't very tall, in fact he was a head shorter than Fareeha, Lúcio got the smile. His smile was warm and welcome, and Fareeha bet lots of girls had been smitten with it.

"I'm here to talk to Morrison about this terrorist problem," Fareeha's eyes darted back and forth, scanning the area while talking to Lúcio. She didn't look at him directly, but she could see from her peripheral vision how the information had shocked him.

"Wow! You're that bodyguard Jack's been talking about. I bet you are something yourself since you're asking for a lot of money."

"Everything has a price," Fareeha replied easily, now focusing her gaze on the high columns. "Do you know where I can park?"

"Don't worry. You can just leave it here."

Fareeha did looked at him this time; a dark eyebrow rose up in question.

"I'm serious. Nobody cares really," Lúcio laughed, gesturing to her left and right, "You see? Cars everywhere. At first there was a parking place right there, next to that statue…" he pointed to the far left, where the statue of David was; surrounding the statue was two cars, a small table with drinks on it to the side, a grill, an ice-cone machine, and a vending machine. "…But eventually so many things were bought and placed there because it's near the pool that it was no longer a parking place," Lúcio finished lamely, cocking his head as he contemplated the now packed area.

Fareeha didn't comment on. She watched the scene before her: a big pool full of people was in the middle of the garden; reclining chairs were scattered around its edge, also occupied by people. Tables of food and drinks were everywhere; coolers were abandoned on the ground, bags of snacks were littered all over the grass. People laughing, sunbathing, jumping in the water, splashing water at each other. Fareeha sniffed elegantly, putting her sunglasses back on. There was only one word in her mind right at the moment: chaos.

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Making her way through large corridors lit only by candles, Fareeha determined to find the main hall as Lúcio had given her instructions. She was relieved to find there weren't many people inside unlike in the garden. Those people she had passed by also looked professional and seemed to be focusing on getting their job done. She guessed the mass of people outside were just visitors, and Miss Zeigler's staff was those who worked in the mansion.

Her ears suddenly caught loud-beat music somewhere, and Fareeha used her skills to pinpoint the place. As the music was getting louder, Fareeha picked up her pace until she finally stood in front of a big room with vaulted ceiling and high pane glass windows. Her stomach dropped as she noted that the room was also packed with people. They seemed to be in the middle of a practice session. Stage lights shone brightly above her head, casting white beams over the dancers as they move passionately to the music; cameras and recording machines seemed to be forming a circle around the dance floor. Those who didn't dance stood to the side watching, swaying slightly to the upbeat music.

The dancers suddenly moved away to the edge of the dance floor, creating a small ring. Light was suddenly turned down into a mysteriously dim hue, and the music was slowing down. Then, suddenly light was on again, zooming in on the only figure that was moving on the floor. Fareeha squinted her eyes at the bright light, and she immediately recognized that moving body inside the ring of people. It was Angela Zeigler, the famous and talented singer and actress. Her pale blonde hair was pulled into a high ponytail, exposing a long pale neck. Her gray tank-top was dampened with sweat as she moved side to side in rhythm with her dancers. Her black leggings hugged her thighs perfectly, leaving everybody gawking as she gave her full hips a little swaying here and there.

Fareeha came closer to the ring, folding her arms as she watched the performance. Angela was walking with confident across the floor. In her right hand was a microphone, and she pointed the other at a dancer standing a few feet away from her, beckoning him to her with a single finger. As the dancer moved close to her and pretended to steal a kiss, Angela pushed him away and looked down pitifully as he fell to the floor. She moved to another dancer, a female this time, and grabbed her chin and yanked it to her face before bumping her hip to hers, sending her away again. Angela moved with dexterity as if she was born to move this way, or maybe she had been doing her homework, Fareeha thought to herself. She had to give the girl credit for her swaying hips, her long legs, and her playful smirks though.

A hand on her shoulder pulled her away from the performance. She turned and saw Jack standing right beside her. "She's magnificent, isn't she?" he said quietly for the two of them to hear.

"She's pretty," Fareeha shrugged, eyes were still on the striking blonde.

Jack laughed at her comment, shaking his head, "All those moves and you can only say that she's pretty?"

Fareeha didn't bite back. She was never quite the fan of celebrities, especially those in the entertainment industry. Maybe she was getting old herself, but she had lost interest in the music as well as the movies long ago. She considered the life of a celebrity a wreckage, with up and down no one could control. This was one of the reasons why she refused to work for celebrities. She hated the fame and attention entailed.

"I'm proud of her," Jack spoke again, "She has achieved so much in such a short time. Only twenty-six and look at her. She's got everything…" he was looking at her with eyes of a proud father even though Fareeha knew he had no children. Jack had been Angela Zeigler's manager and producer from the very beginning, when she had had her very first debut. He had been with her through thick and thin, encouraging her when things had been tough. Jack had always found a way to mention Angela to Fareeha whenever they met. What Angela had achieved was everything Jack had ever dreamed of getting himself. His time had passed, but he would make sure Angela's name would go in history. And for that, Fareeha had her respect for the man.

The performance ended with Angela standing proudly in the middle of the ring, surrounded by her dancers, panting slightly. At once, everyone in the room clapped and whistled at her, even Jack. Fareeha stayed silent, however, watching the golden girl with interest. Fareeha watched Angela bow gracefully at her audience, and the next second she jumped up and down like a kid who had been given candies, grabbing her dancers for hugs and kisses. She stopped hugging people when another girl with glasses came up to her to give her water and a towel. Fareeha didn't understand why she couldn't stop her staring when Angela tipped her head back to drink her water. The way that pale and sweaty throat moved as she gulped down water did strange things to Fareeha's body. However, if Fareeha was affected by the beautiful singer, she masked it perfectly. Just another pretty face.

Angela was laughing at something one of her dancers had said when Jack approached her. She stopped and listened to what he had to say. Fareeha maintained her eyes on them as Jack pointed at her direction, whispering in Angela's ears. And, their eyes finally met. The gaze Angela was giving her lingered a little too long, and even though Fareeha felt a bit intimidated, she continued to stare head-on. Something about her gaze piqued Fareeha's interest. It was intense and unwavering, but at the same time, judging. She could tell the singer was a very confident woman and wasn't afraid to express her feelings. Fareeha smiled to herself, watching Angela made her way to her with purposeful strides, followed by Jack. She's no angel, she chuckled.

"Nice to meet you Miss Zeigler. I'm Fareeha Amari," Fareeha smiled, hand outstretched.

Angela moved her eyes up and down her body unabashedly before coming back to look at her face. A smirk graced her pouty lips, "I saw you when you first walked in. By the way you've been staring, I assume you enjoyed the show?" Angela took her hand and gave it a small squeeze.

"I did," said Fareeha, noting the fact that Angela's hand felt so small and soft in hers.

"Hmm…couldn't spare a clap, could you?" said the singer. Even though Angela was smiling at her, Fareeha could taste the thick sarcasm the shorter woman was throwing at her.

"Angela, please. Amari will be your new bodyguard from now on," Jack quickly intervened, saving a potentially unnecessary fight.

"It was a joke, Jack. She knows…" Angela paused, looking up at her with half-leaded eyes, "…right, Miss Amari?"

Fareeha didn't reply. She knew exactly what Angela was playing at. She was toying with her, trying to pick out her weaknesses, and Fareeha wasn't about to do that. She was here for one job and one job only, and that was to protect her client, which in this case was one Angela Zeigler, America's sweetheart.

"You're hired," said Angela casually. She finally shifted her eyes away, picking up an apple on a plate nearby and took a bite. "Can I get you something to drink, captain?" she looked up at Fareeha again.

"Just water. Thank you," answered Fareeha. She preferred a cold bottle of beer right now, but she couldn't have alcohol in her system while working. That was unprofessional.

"Just water? Where did you get this one, Jack?" Angela laughed but stopped short when Fareeha didn't. Clearly, Angela must know she wasn't here to play one of her twisted games.

"Mei, sweetie," Angela called after an awkward moment. The chubby woman with glasses Fareeha had seen bringing the blonde water and towel appeared next to Angela. "Can you get captain Amari a glass of water? Thank you, honey."

The woman hurried away and came back a moment later. She gave Fareeha her water and nodded quietly when she thanked her. She then ushered to the side, watching them talking again. Fareeha decided to pay Mei no mind. She swallowed a gulp of water and was surprised to know how dry her throat had been. Talking to this princess sure got her hot all over, of course in a literal way that was, she concluded. She put her glass down and walked around the room, taking in every detail of the spacious room.

"Fareeha, this is Aleksandra Zaryanova. You two would be working together from now on so get to know each other," Jack informed her from behind.

"Hey, call me Zarya. I'm the princess's buffer," said the woman called Zarya, grinning as she held out a hand for Fareeha. Stood before Fareeha was a huge woman, at least 6 feet tall; her arms were so thick and muscular Fareeha believed one punch from her would sent her opponent to the hospital. Looking at her, Fareeha bet she had no trouble lifting up both her and Jack. Fareeha was very tall and strong in her own skin, but to compare with this Zarya, she was nothing.

"Oh, stop it already," Angela laughed, elbowing the pink-haired woman in the rib.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Fareeha Amari," Fareeha shook hands with her, noting how strong her grip felt.

"So, this is the famous Amari everyone has been talking about?"

Fareeha turned to the sound of her name. A man in late twenty, with green hair and a set of eyebrows so prominent and sharp Fareeha almost believed they could cut paper. He was wearing a black suit with a pair of pristine black shoes. His hair was styled in a spikey way, but he put too much amount of gel to it that it turned out stiff and fake.

"The name Genji, Genji Shimada," the guy introduced himself, holding out his hand. "It might be hard to believe, but I'm her highness's manager," he continued, laughing as Angela elbowed yet again another person.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Shimada," Fareeha shook his hand, nodding curtly.

"Oh, please call me Genji. I don't like my last name. Long story," Genji smiled. There was something about him that irked Fareeha, but she couldn't put a name to this feeling yet. She told herself to be careful around this guy.

"Now that we have introduced each other, I guess we can start working on the matter at hand?" Jack clapped his hands together, looking side to side. "Amari?"

"All of the rooms should have at least two cameras in two opposite corners, except for the bathrooms and bedrooms," said Fareeha, walking to the windows. "These frames…" she touched the wooden frame of the window, "…need to be changed. I want stainless steel."

"Noted," Jack affirmed.

Fareeha walked around the room. She was well aware of a pair of blue eyes watching her every move. If Fareeha suddenly felt a little hot in the room, she ignored it. She told herself that today was exceptionally hot and humid, and it was the weather that had such odd effect on her, not because of a certain blonde beauty.

"I want a list of everyone working in this house, including name, employee profile, address, and phone number by tomorrow," she continued. "Miss Zeigler will ride in one vehicle, one driver only…"

"Hey, wait a minute-" Angela was about to protest, but Fareeha could see Jack had stopped her before she could say anything else.

"The gates and doors of this place need a new security lock system. I suggest we start doing it as soon as possible. I want her specific schedule, such as appointments or news conferences," Fareeha deliberately used the third-person as she gave out orders, and she smiled to herself at a fuming Angela, who had folded her arms in front of her chest, annoyed. "She will let me know whenever she's going out, and I will always be the one to escort her," Fareeha continued anyway.

"I'm right here. Why don't you just talk to me?" Angela snapped, at last. Her comment earned some giggles from the others, but Fareeha ignored her completely. The singer was about to hurl another venomous comeback at her, but Jack once again stopped her. Fareeha fixed herself immediately after letting her head think Angela was really cute being pissed.

"I want two guards at every entrance 24/24, and they will report to me at the end of the day."

"We've got it," Jack nodded. He seemed to be the only one who listened earnestly.

"One last thing, no more parties and visits whatsoever…"

"What?" Angela exploded. "Now that is too much, Amari!" she stepped forward, thrusting her face in Fareeha's personal space. "This is still my house, let me remind you of that!" She hissed, poking at Fareeha's chest.

"I'm well aware of that fact. What I'm asking is all for your protection," Fareeha stood her place even though Angela's intoxicating body and fragrance lured her into a complete opposite direction. If anything, Fareeha was the best in masking her feelings. She wasn't called the Poker monster for no reason.

"I don't need that kind of protection!" Angela yelled.

"Angela, please…" Jack hurried to the rescue, but his hand was swatted away when he tried to pulled the singer back.

"Then I guess my presence here isn't needed anymore," Fareeha said calmly even though she was on the edge of explosion herself. First, she toyed with her, and now was mad and yelling at her for no reason. Fareeha took her job very seriously, and if her client chose not to cooperate with her, there was nothing to discuss anymore.

"You are damn right!" Angela barked, yanking her arms away from Jack's hold and walking out of the room, leaving everyone stunned.

Fareeha followed the blonde shortly after, but instead of going after her, she made her way to the door. She walked pass a few surprised visitors in the garden, growling at a poor guy who drunkenly bumped into her. She kept walking to where her car was even as Jack was calling behind her. Poor old Jack had to run to catch up with her. He stepped in front of her, stopping her strides, panting softly.

"Fareeha, you know I'm not a young man anymore," he panted, clutching at his chest as he gulped in air.

"I'm leaving, Jack."

"Fareeha, listen to me. She doesn't understand the situation-"

"She's a brat, Jack!" Fareeha cut him short. "I can't work with children! I'm a bodyguard, not a babysitter," she breathed in and out heavily, trying to swallow her anger. She could tell her face had grown red and her shirt dampen under her jacket. The sun above wasn't doing any help either.

"She doesn't know, Fareeha," Jack insisted.

"What do you mean?"

"She doesn't know anything about the letters and the teddy bear,"

"What?"

"I and Genji agreed not to tell her…yet. She's got so many things in her plate already. We didn't want to terrify her," said Jack, rubbing his forehead.

"My God, Jack…This is no joking matter," said Fareeha. Her eyes widened at the revelation.

"Fareeha, please."

"Alright, but you tell her everything! You understand?" Fareeha grabbed his shoulder to get his attention. "And tell her if she wants me to stay, she will do it my way. Am I clear?" she continued in that military tone her mother used on her in the past.

"Don't use that tongue with me, kiddo. I've had enough lectures from that old lady," Jack laughed, pushing at her shoulder playfully. "I've got it. No more secret."

"No more secret," Fareeha grinned at him, retaliating with a playful push of her own, but she accidentally used too much force that her push sent him off balance.

Jack fell to the pool behind them with a big splash.

AN: Thank you so much for spending your time reading this story of mine! I'll be updating soon. Tell me what you think, alright? Again, thanks a lot for stopping by! Author's out.