Author's Note: Sorry this chapter's so short, just wanted to start off with some suspense and loooove~ Reviews are greatly appreciated and I hope you guys enjoy this! Updates won't be very frequent, but I'll try to get one or more chapters done every 2-3 weeks.

"Give up!"

She had him pinned to the ground with two great, buff arms before reluctantly releasing him, allowing him to breathe. The offending woman did not let up the weight pressing him onto his stomach, but rather loosened her grip enough for him to sit up.

"I thought you'd be more of a challenge." she said, sounding rather disappointed.

"I'm a gunslinger, not a pro wrestler. What'd you expect?"

She sighed, and let go of him. "Well, I thought a gang member like you might have some experience with actual fist-fights. I guess I was wrong."

The man stood up and brushed himself off, examining the new bruises on his arms. "I wouldn't necessarily call this fist-fighting, ma'am."

Zarya rolled her dark purple eyes and grabbed her towel from the bench. "Fist-fighting, wrestling, whatever. I'm going back to my dorm to clean up. You might want to have Angela take a look at those gashes on your arm, Jesse."

McCree sighed and sat down on a nearby bench, grabbing his water bottle and taking a quick drink. He never was good at hand to hand combat, and going up against someone as big and buff as Zarya wouldn't give him a chance at winning. And yet, he had accepted the challenge knowing the outcome. He wasn't sure why he did it.

He ran a quick hand through his unruly hair, as an attempt to try and fix it, and went to his locker to grab his towel and hat. McCree knew he should probably go see Angela, but wasn't in the mood for her lecturing, even though she'd probably beat him for it later.

He walked down the silent corridor, finding it rather odd that no one was around. Usually he could count on Jamison or Hana to be causing trouble, or the commander, Jack Morrison, scolding agents for not training often enough or to quit smoking in the corridors, which was often Jesse's case. But that evening it was silent.

It was possible that there was a big Overwatch mission going on, or people were getting a good night's sleep for once, but they both seemed unlikely. He would have been notified about a mission, and people never seemed to get enough sleep around here.

Jesse found himself taking the scenic route to his dorm, wandering the hallways of the Swiss base slowly, feeling there was no reason to rush himself. He yawned and forced his eyes open as they threatened to shut. The 'fist-fight' with Zarya had left him drained. He let himself move on autopilot as his mind wandered, half thinking about where the hell everyone was, other thinking about sleep.

He didn't even notice the broad figure in front of him until he ran headfirst into it. McCree ended up falling to the floor to see a startled Hanzo looking back down at him.

Jesse's heart stopped. Damn, he was hot. The way his long, glossy hair reflected in the moonlight coming in from the window was breathtakingly beautiful, not to mention the way the light illuminated his face, making his facial features stand out in the best way possible. His garments revealing his strong arms and dragon tattoo were enough to make Jesse want to see the rest of his beautiful body.

Jesse was gay. And he was proud, though he'd never tell anyone until he knew Hanzo liked him back.

"You should watch where you're going." Hanzo stated flatly.

And for once, McCree didn't know what to say. Nothing came to his mind except that Hanzo was hot as the burning hells.

When Hanzo realized that Jesse wasn't going to say anything, he reached down to help him up. Jesse couldn't help but notice the warmth of his hand and the strength of his arm as he was pulled to his feet.

"Sorry darlin', I'll be more careful next time." McCree said, tipping his hat and trying as hard as he could not to blush.

"Please," Hanzo said, sounding exasperated, "just call me Hanzo."

McCree chuckled. "Alright, darlin'."

Hanzo ignored Jesse, and looked him over to make sure he was alright before giving a simple nod and began walking in the opposite direction.

"Wait!" Jesse called, losing all composure.

Hanzo turned, a puzzled look on his face as Jesse sprinted over to where he was standing.

Jesse looked at his feet, trying not to look stupid while he talked. "Er, darlin', you don't happen to know where everyone else is, do ya?"

Hanzo sighed. "Everyone's down over by the med bay. Evidently, a possible new recruit was found half dead by the ocean side and Doctor Ziegler is trying to revive him. I have not seen him personally yet though. Any other sane person is sleeping."

Jesse nodded in understanding and quickly thanked Hanzo for the intel. They both went their separate ways toward their dorms and Jesse found himself drifting off to sleep wondering who the new recruit was.