Because there is simply not enough Symmetra/Junkrat out there.
A two-shot - I don't plan to add anymore to it than that. I hope it tickles your fancy anyway.
Thank you for reading!
This writing is not for any financial or monetary gain and is purely for entertainment purposes. I am, in fact, not Blizzard. Who knew.
Overcome by the throes of pleasure; succumbing to the willpower of those stronger than you; frozen in the face of Death.
Symmetra knew none of these things. She was composure, a calmness within the eye of the storm that was the battlefield raging around her. Her abilities required the absolute focus of the mind, something she spent an eternity learning under the Vishkar's tutelage in order to bend the very fabric of reality to her will.
She is always in control. Symmetra does not freeze.
So then why, while staring clear down the barrels of a shotgun, was she unable to do anything?
Similar to when reality slows down with her focus on her art, time simply seemed to stop when the cold, hard edges of Reaper's mask glared blankly at her from behind the weapon he held up to her face, ever-steady, ever-ready to end a life - her life.
Unlike her absolute control over her focus, however, this time was very, very different. Her heart hammered against her ribcage, demanding she run; her eyes wide open in disbelief and fear; muscles in her legs and arms quivering as her body strained against her shock. Everything in her instinct told her to run. Every fibre in her body screamed at her. Move. Move. Survive.
But Symmetra could not move.
A coarse, deep laugh bubbled from behind Reaper's mask as his finger squeezed the trigger that would end her existence, and with the dread settling deep into her gut, Symmetra's eyes widened just a fraction more.
Then all hell broke loose around them.
A wild yell of her name rose from Symmetra's left side, but utterly frozen, she could barely register it or who it belonged to - and with that single yell, the noise of battle rose around them, explosions ringing in her ears and drowning out the quiet of Death that had settled over them in her lapse.
She sprung into action, her fear finally fuelling her instinct to survive and her body responding. One leg swiftly kicked upwards, catching Reaper's gaze as it pummeled into the arm that held her death as the trigger was pulled. A spray of bullets burst forth, but Symmetra did not care as her body fought like a cornered animal.
A grenade flew overhead and bounced off a wall, exploding next to Reaper's arm. What could have been a loud snarl ripped from him and in what she assumed was desperation, he flung his arms wide and let loose a stream of gunfire.
Shadows swirling and bullets flying, Symmetra's heartbeat thrummed in her ears as she ducked behind a wall and scrambled away, finally able to flee. After the miracle that had just happened, she knew that if he followed her, there would be no second chances. Streets and windows flew by her as she tore towards the ORCA's location, dropping as many turrets down behind her as she could afford to in her limited timeframe and waning strength.
How far she ran, she did not know, but eventually, she stopped, ducking into an overhang to catch her breath for a moment. Panting, Symmetra threw her body against the wall, listning keenly for any sign that she had been followed by either Talon or by Reaper himself. No such sounds alerted her of this, and with a sigh of relief, she sagged against the wall, allowing herself a moment to rest.
Cooling down under the pale moonlight, the adrenaline pumping through her veins wore off and with a sudden dread, sharp pain blossomed from her gut and arm. The icy sting of fear ripped through her as she looked down.
Red.
Red covered her body, almost soaking her clothing entirely around her left-hand side. It streaked down her waist and climbed to her lower-ribs and with a dull registration, she realised that while she turned to flee around the corner, Reaper's hellfire had burned all that was in its path, part of her included.
She slumped against the wall, mind reeling from both pain and renewed shock. She had not even noticed.
Was this to be her end, then? Sitting in a back alley like a coward after fleeing from Death, only for it to claim her afterwards?
Pathetic.
She closed her eyes, sighing. So this was how Satya Vaswani was to be ended.
... No.
She was stronger than this.
Cracking her eyes open, Symmetra lifted her hand, seeing the comforting glint of the metal shine with purpose. Hard light materialised in the air and with as much grace as she could muster despite her rather immobile state, she formed a design in her mind to bring into reality.
The teleporter base bloomed into the world near the wall across from her a few minutes later.
She smiled. The backup that their team was waiting for would be arriving soon, and they would need a shortcut. It wasn't quite as glorious as her usual work, but it would do. Turrets soon burst into reality around it - an extra effort to preserve her team's safe passage. Her gaze darkened as the final turret sprang to life next to her, and she sighed once more. Her purpose was complete.
The noise of war slowly grew closer. Good, she smiled as her vision faded to black, voices beginning to appear around her.
Overwatch would decimate them.
Let them come.
"Symmetra!"