First things first: if you are my fellow Gency trash irl sister (you know who you are) and you somehow stumbled upon this, just know that this is just your sister being a random mess full of pent up ship with a writing style that is probably way too heavy on the dialogue and describing character's actions instead of scenery. Don't judge me D;

Anyways, hope you enjoy. I love Overwatch; I'm a Mercy main and I love watching people play Genji. I think the two of them are just too cute together to not ship it.

Oh, and if you have anything to say, let me know! I love feedback, good and bad, but it would be nice if the bad feedback is specific. I can't do much off of "I hate your story it's crap." but if you give me something better to work with I might actually change something, who knows?


Doctor Angela Zeigler was a lot of things. She was studious, thoughtful, kind, and patient; but there was one thing that she certainly was not, and that was tardy, especially considering the circumstances in which she and her fellow Overwatch members were almost always finding themselves in.

So when she was running late from the short grocery trip she had insisted on taking to add some normalcy back into her ridiculous life, it was easy to assume that she was flustered and stressed beyond belief.

"I can't believe this," she muttered under her breath in German, quietly cursing herself all the while staring at the ground and the bags of groceries in her hands, "They'll never let me do anything again if I keep like this. I just wanted one day to pretend like I'm a normal human being, not Mercy. I don't think they get how hard it is for me! They ship me off to Japan with Winston to take care of some important business without even thinking for my own sanity, and while I appreciate that they consider me to be so important, it's so inconsiderate! I don't care if I'm being selfish or ridiculous; I reserve the right to be ridiculous every once…"

The quiet muttering petered off as realization dawned in her eyes. She glanced back along the path she had just been walking, seeing the unmistakable sight of liquid blood dripping down the slanted sidewalk. A glance down at her own shoes showed droplets of the stuff staining the bright white cloth. Her eyes widened, and her pulse pounded in her ears, sounding like an ominous drumbeat.

She briefly considered just continuing on her way. After all, she had only just admitted that today was a break day and that she had every right to be selfish once in a while. Not only that, but she knew that this area of town was notorious for gang activity, hence why she was practically the only one on the street as of right now. If this person was a victim of some gang, she'd be putting herself in immense danger by helping them. What if they were assaulted and their attacker was still around? But that train of thought broke quickly, and she slapped herself for even considering it. How could she take up the nickname of Mercy if she wouldn't give that very thing to someone who so clearly needed it right now?

That had her running towards the blood, following the trail to what was its source. It seemed to be coming from the alleyway that ran next to a large, gated house that resembled a castle. Surely whoever this was had to be a victim of some sort of gang activity. She sprinted down the alleyway, desperately hoping that it wasn't just a dead body she found there.

When she reached the site of the victim, she didn't find a dead body, but that guess wasn't far off. What she found was a young man so sliced up that she was honestly surprised he wasn't bleeding more, though that might have something to do with the fact that he was also burned beyond belief, which might have cauterized some of the wounds.

She dropped her bags, the contents completely forgotten and lazily rolling away from her as she knelt down to examine the man. Despite everything that was wrong with his condition, he was miraculously still conscious, his eyes focusing on her face hazily. Though that might have been a curse instead of a blessing, depending on how she looked at it.

"It's okay, I'm here, it's going to be alright." She stuttered in poor Japanese, grabbing his hand with one of hers while fumbling for her phone with her other hand. She eventually found it, dialing Winston as quickly as her shaky hands would allow. "Winston, I need backup immediately. No I'm not in danger but I found someone who is… No I don't know what happened! But he's about to die and I need you to get to my location immediately and bring my staff along with any other equipment you can manage. Don't even try to pretend you don't know where I am, I know you put trackers on us whenever we take trips, so hurry it up!" The phone was hung up before Winston could even reply and quickly forgotten as she turned back to the man in front of her, who had been staring at her since she had arrived.

Mercy was having a hard time keeping her voice steady and free of panic, but she didn't want to scare her newfound patient, so she was doing her best. She had never seen anyone still alive in a state like this before, and frankly, it terrified her. She was by no means an old, experienced doctor, especially considering she was in her younger twenties, so this extreme case was an unpleasant shock. "You're going to be fine," she began once more in Japanese, trying her best to sound soothing while simultaneously mispronouncing every other word. "My name is Angela, but you can call me Mercy, whichever one is easier to say at the moment. I'm the head doctor, surgeon, and medical researcher for the organization of Overwatch. I will do everything in my power to keep you here with us. Just focus on my voice and my face, and do your best to stay with me, okay?"

"Okay," the man replied hoarsely, the word seeming to be struggle. Angela almost laughed from relief at the fact he could still speak. She had been anticipating much worse. Considering how laughing would probably be highly inappropriate in their current situation, she just smiled and fumbled around in her pockets again, wondering if she had brought something that might be of some help in this situation.

'Please tell me I brought it… aha!' Out of her jacket pocket she triumphantly pulled out the device Jack begrudgingly agreed to let her work on. It was her handiwork in the first place, so he really had no right to complain anyways, and one of her first accomplishments in nanobiology (a simple thing, really, just a field of healing compounds), but it would hopefully be enough to quell some of the pain, though not much of the bleeding. Working quickly, she activated the device and set it next to the man, whose face had been contorted in pain since she arrived. The relief that swept over him was almost instant, almost causing her to cry tears of joy, especially since his breathing seemed significantly less heavy and painful.

Next she let go of his hand and removed her jacket, pulling out her pocket knife and cutting the plain white hoodie into strips. It was a disgustingly primitive way of wrapping wounds, but it was all she had to work with. As she worked, she began speaking again, trying her best to give him something to focus on beside the pain. One of the best ways to help someone ignore pain was to let them focus on other memories or thoughts instead. "As I said, my name is Angela. Angela Ziegler. I'm from Switzerland, hence the accent, and I'm just here to take care of some patients from the war with the omnics, along with some grossly political issues I would rather not get into right now. Well, not ever, but especially right now. Could you tell me your name, dear?"

He looked at her for a moment, warm amber eyes seeming conflicted before he finally spoke. "I'm Genji Shimada."

She paused for a second, blue eyes thoughtful, though not condemning, which was what Genji had expected. She smiled at him before continuing working, seemingly unfazed. "It's nice to meet you Genji, as unfortunate as the circumstances may be."

"Don't you… don't you know who I am?" He asked, clearly taken aback by her reaction. He hadn't been expecting a kind smile after he revealed his family name. If anything, he thought that she would turn back towards the street, screaming as she ran away. The Shimada clan was infamous for a reason, a very good reason at that. Most of the gang activity in the area was their fault, and the clan was proud of the terror they instilled into others.

She ignored his question at first, finishing wrapping his wounds in silence before finally stopping her work. "That's all I can do for right now," she said with a guilty smile, moving from her position to lean up against the wall next to him, gently taking one of his hands into her own. "And of course I know who your family is, largely because that has to do with those disgustingly political issues that brought me here. But I have also guessed that right now we seem to be sitting outside of the headquarters of the Shimada household. If you were in good graces with your family, I wouldn't be speaking with you, would I?"

He sighed. She was right. He thought back to what had happened only a few hours ago. He had fought so valiantly to try to survive, yelled at the top of his lungs that his brother was insane, and begged him to stop, even. But it had all been in vain, and he had been nearly murdered and abandoned by his own flesh and blood to die in the street. Rage bubbled up from within him and burned him to the very core. How dare Hanzo do this to him! He had nothing left anymore because of this. He had no more reason to live, no reason to…

"Genji," the quiet voice pierced through his anger, and he looked back up at the girl next to him, startled. Tired blue eyes met his, framed by hair so blonde it was almost white, which had fallen out of the loose ponytail she kept it in. 'Her name suits her,' he thought to himself, considering how angelic this Angela was. "Try not to think about what happened. I know that might be hard, but you need to focus on what will happen from now on. I'll save you, I promise."

Genji scoffed. "Maybe I don't want to be saved." The words tasted bitter and uncalled for, especially directed at the person who had just exerted so much effort to help him, but he felt that they might be true. What more was left in this life for him? "I've lost everything, so what's the point?" he challenged, staring back into those bright blue eyes with as much cocky confidence as he could muster.

Mercy seemed at a loss for a moment. He could see poorly masked turmoil raging inside of her, and he wondered what he had said to make her feel that way. It wasn't long before he found out. "I've heard someone say that before, you know," she replied with a sad chuckle, "that they didn't want to be saved. I wasn't meant to hear it; I was only a child back then, not even old enough to understand what my mom meant by it. The two of them, my parents, were so tired of the fighting and so hopeless for change that they thought it would be better off to die by the omnics then eventually become their slaves. So that's what they did, and they left me alone. The rebellion in our country was stopped the next year. Switzerland was even one of the first to reach a peaceful compromise." She shook her head lightly and let out a small, disappointed sigh. "I can't promise you that everything will work out, but they died believing there was no hope for them. Sometimes love and hope take longer to get here than we want, but I believe that they're always just around the corner, if we're willing to be patient."

Genji was at a loss for what to say. Here was someone who had lost everything important to her once, like what had just happened to him. Not only that, but if what she had said about being head doctor for Overwatch was true, she had turned that pain into something worthwhile. If she thought life was worth living, then who was he to say otherwise?

The two were snapped from the moment by the sound of a helicopter arriving. Angela sighed with relief at the Overwatch logo on it; help had finally arrived. She stood up from where she was as a ladder unfurled from the helicopter and a few soldiers climbed down it, undoubtedly tasked to pick Genji up. One of them offered to help her as well, but she simply rolled her eyes, scaling the rope herself. Her appearance was one of frailty, yes, but she hadn't spent time as a field healer for nothing. She was more than strong enough to take care of herself.

She was inside of the helicopter before the rest of them were halfway, which gave her time to examine what equipment they had brought. Her Valkyrie suit which she normally wore into battle was there, which seemed ridiculously useless in the current situation. Luckily Winston had listened to her orders and sent her staff along, which was her greatest medical achievement. It sent out a stream of concentrated healing due to the nanobiology it contained. This would do to stabilize Genji until she could operate on him properly, as well as potentially containing the losses to his nerves and limbs that he might sustain.

THAT was still an issue she had yet to confront; what all would she not be able to repair, and how could she make up for those losses? She certainly wasn't prepared to leave him as a torso due to amputations, but it honestly looked like that might be an option she had to consider. What if that was truly the best that could be done for Genji? It made her insides turn; that wasn't how she wanted to leave a patient, ever, if it could be helped.

Mercy was drawn from her thoughts by the arrival of the soldiers and her new patients. She nodded a thanks to them as they lay Genji down on the small bed in the back of the helicopter and began her work, applying every ounce of her medical knowledge to the situation at hand.