Hey guys, I'm here with an odd one. I'm hooked on Overwatch, and I can't help but want to write about my favorite agent, the sprightly Brit, Lena Oxton, Codename: Tracer. I loathe speedy characters, but Tracer's personality and voice just grew on me. Then comes the freckles, her upbeat hairstyle, and the goggles to make me an instant fan. Not to mention, she is a ton of fun to play as. Just had this idea when brainstorming with a friend.
Naturally, nothing is owned by me. I just imagined the story.
"Lena, I suggest you sit these next few battles out. Your Chronal Accelerator seems to be destabilized, any shift can run the risk of you phasing out again." Even in the synthetic light of Winston's lab, the blue glow of Lena's anchor to the present further illuminated the room. Unfortunately, the light would flicker every once in a while, making both occupants the slightest bit nervous.
"C'mon, Winston. What am I supposed to do in the meantime? Lock myself back up in that room?" The always chipper Tracer sat uneasily, especially now that she heard Winston's diagnosis.
"For right now, that is the best option. I'll prioritize reinforcing the internal components as a temporary fix." Even though she'd be grounded for an undetermined about of time, she put on her usual smile. Wanton sadness would only make things more arduous.
"I guess a vacation is due, huh?" She hopped off the desk, and was led back to the cell she was held in whilst her condition was being examined. As much as it should bother her, she was just glad to be back at Gibraltar with the rest of her friends. Winston, Mercy, Reinhardt, and the rest of the Overwatch veterans.
"Winston, how long do you think it'll be before I can get back into the fight. I doubt they'll just sit on their haunches while I'm getting sorted out." The ape nodded, but didn't offer anything in return.
"We'll just have to see, Lena. For now, you just worry about keeping yourself in the present." She huffed, the inevitable boredom already sinking in, and she wasn't even in the cell yet.
The next week or so went by rather expediently, especially now that Winston was far more trusting with her condition. He was kind enough to provide her some forms of amusement, mainly books and board games. Which went greatly ignored as she spent her time chatting with any of her comrades that happened to stop by.
Mercy, Reinhardt, and a few others made time to visit her oddly enough. They'd stayed away when she was initially locked in the room, for good reason she imagined. Winston always gave her updates, Mercy checked how she was doing, and the ever virtuous Reinhardt recalled the recent battles for her. It wasn't a stretch to say that the old knight's tales were the closest she got to experiencing those past battles, even the embellishments conjured up fantastical images of her comrades doling out justice like Valkyries. The stories, while entertaining, only made her want to return to the battlefield even quicker. Unfortunately, the battlefield became so much closer to home than she expected.
The majority of the other members were dispatched to Egypt to route the raging maniacs known as Junkrat and Roadhog, which left Winston, Lena, and Reinhardt at Gibraltar. It was a well maintained base with state-of-the-art biometrics, and reinforcements that could stand the blast of a nuclear warhead. Unfortunately, those were of little issue for Reaper, with his odd smoke capabilities. No one even noticed his presence until he tripped a standard infrared laser just outside the hall to the isolation chamber, but Lena heard none of it.
Winston had given her a reinforced Accelerator, not a permanent fix, but she could travel about the base again. She had eagerly donned it, but was rather apprehensive to leave the room. Her faith in Winston's ingenuity hadn't waned at all, but an inkling of doubt wormed into her thoughts. If her disorder happened to bypass the device, she may not return for days, which could be life or death for her friends. So, she decided to wait.
I'm sure Winston will appreciate the precaution, right? Sadly, the ape wouldn't have the chance to praise Lena as the electronics in the chamber began to overload. Naturally, Lena was just in time to see Reaper press a button on a small cylinder attached to the panel to her room. She didn't have the chance to yell out as arcs of electricity bounded around the room in a dizzying light show. Yet, when the electronics finally burnt out, all that remained of Lena was the burnt imprints of her sneakers.
On any other day, this little quadrant of the galaxy would be perfectly uneventful. A few perfectly healthy stars burnt on with sparse planets orbiting them. Planets that had yet to find the balance necessary for promoting life. Sadly, the only living thing in this area was a single person, sitting on the hull of an orange ship.
Samus peered at the most peculiar of occurrences, her scanner doing its best to analyze what appeared to be a fissure in space. One way or another, something dragged her out of here, and she wouldn't return to Federation space till she understood why she was purposely led out here.
The console on her ship had lit up with sporadic warnings, either broadcasting jumbled coordinates or fractured code. She wouldn't lie that she entertained the thought that it was a broken message from her adoptive family, but she had a feeling they would've been far more direct with her, if that'd been the case.
Nonetheless, she continued to watch the oddity, hoping for something to occur. She didn't necessarily need to wait too long as her scanner suddenly began to blare a warning.
"Dimensinal shift occurring, retreat to minimum safe distance." Without further ado, she dropped back into her ship, but she didn't pull back. If whatever was on the other side of this had plans that were less than friendly, she'd need to be as close as possible to deal with it.
Wordlessly, she pulled up her weapon systems, bringing her ship to maximum offensive capabilities. Her ship's onboard systems warning of a drastically increasing spike in power, and some of her more sensitive sensors began to pick up interference. Nigh moments later, all the readouts flatlined.
"Now that's interesting." She double checked all the scanners, but only picked up a single thing on her proximity scanner. A person-sixed object, but she didn't need the monitor to tell her what it was. She could spot a person floating in space, wriggling wildly. She had already begun hurtling towards the person, knowing that every moment was crucial.
Without a hiccup, she grabbed a backup EVA suit, and ejected herself out of the ship, directly at the panicked person. With an extra burst from small in-built thrusters, she snapped the person into her arms, and placed the helmet on. It sealed against the person's neck, significantly decreased the depressurization. The suit was more of a hassle, even as the person decreased her wriggling, but she still got it on.
"Hey, calm down. You'll be fine now." The person, who Samus finally had a chance to look at, was a woman in her mid-20s. She had a smattering of freckles along her upper cheeks, and her eyes were rather bloodshot. Her goggles must've been a decent enough pressure seal to have prevented her eyes from bursting.
"Now. Tell me your name." The girl's frantic looking about slowly subsided, especially now that she was able to breath.
"Lena… Lena Oxton." Samus had to laugh to herself internally, just because of the girl's accent. It was one she had mainly heard in older videos she watched.
"Nice to meet you, Lena. I'm Samus." The younger woman offered a small smile, looking increasingly haggard as the rush of adrenaline petered out. Now, the girl looked around, encroaching exhaustion evident on her face.
"Where am I? When am I?" Samus shrugged, stalling till her ship could pull in close enough to drag them in. She could understand the "where" question, but the "when" bothered her. The girl almost made it sound routine, but that wasn't a concern at the moment. That lied with the possible problems that would arise from Lena's decompression.
"Currently, we are drifting several thousand lightyears out of the Tallon system, orbiting an uncatalogued solar system." As she spoke, her ship drifted to them, and Samus quickly hauled both of them in.
The next few minutes passed quickly as Samus ran the necessary medical scans on her new friend, the only issues were burst blood vessels in and around her eyes. Nothing her medical suite couldn't fix up. Which she allowed it to do, not before it administered a sedative to render the girl unconscious. As much as she'd have liked to let the girl remain conscious, it was best for her to rest up.
While Samus let the girl rest, Samus ran a full suite of scans on the girl. Lena had been dragged through a tear in the universe, and she wanted to know why. Which is when the full scope of what was happening occurred to her.
Her "patient" was suffering from what some called "chronal disassociation". It was an issue that tended to arise in failed teleportation subjects, but it had only been seen in inanimate objects. Her molecules constantly shifted through the time stream, and the device attached to her acted as an anchor to prevent her from phasing out for an untold amount of time.
Other than that, she was a perfectly healthy adult human. No doubt Earth-born, and that's where the next issue made itself known. She shuffled it away for later, now that the sedative began to wear off. This girl was an oddity, and now, one of the many in the Hunter's life.
Well, rather short for this one, there will be more though. Just noticed how prevalent Tracer is in all the other crossovers, hope you guys think this one is at least a bit different compared to those. Also, this won't be a romance story, if any feel inclined to ask. Thought about doing that, but I don't feel up to it.
See ya next time.