I'm sorry, I suck at titles and was thinking for over an hour what to call this story and this is what I came up with. Anyway, enjoy the Gency angst and fluff! Thanks for reading! xoxo

"Try it now," Mercy advised, taking a step back to evaluate her patient.

Genji reached for the switch that operated the faceplate of his cybernetic helmet. Genji's helmet folded back, exposing his entire scarred up face. Most of his hair had grown back dark and spiky just like it used to be. Seeing the new mechanics of his faceplate thrilled her. One hurdle had already been jumped, now on to the other.

"Would you like to take a look?" Mercy asked, her arm extending toward a mirror hanging along the private room's wall.

Mercy had been diligently working on perfecting STEM research in hopes of regrowing Genji's skin so she could reconstruct his face. Despite his face being riddled with scars and the parts of his hair growing back uneven, he still had a handsome quality about him. Mercy had thought this to herself as she watched him study himself in the mirror, but fleetly shook it away. She scolded herself for thinking that way and prayed that her face wasn't turning red. She was suddenly self-conscious of the beads of sweat collecting on her forehead.

"I do not know how you do it, Angela," Genji ventured aloud, his light brown eyes remained peeled on his reflection. A hint of artificial light twinkled in his eyes, displaying where Mercy had enhanced his retinas to improve his eyesight above the average level.

Mercy placed her latex-gloved hand on her chest and breathed a heavy sigh of relief. She was fearful that he'd lash out at her like he'd done the first time he had awoken from comatose to discover he was a cyborg. She felt silly being afraid, considered Genji had returned to apologize to her and said over and over again that he accepted his new body.

"I'm sorry I can't do anything for the scars, yet," Mercy added, "the epidermis is so fragile, even more so than the other organs I am trying to grow…"

"Angela, you have done more than enough." Genji was facing her now, a ghost of a gracious smile on his lips. "Now that Winston has invited the public to visit Gibraltar this weekend, I do not have to be weary of people being suspicious of my appearance."

Now that Winston had recalled Overwatch, he wanted to show the world that they had reunited and that they could bring some order back to the world. He and Tracer had come up with the idea of hosting an event for a weekend to draw in a crowd to receive support, and possibly funding. Mercy's STEM reconstruction for Genji's face just happened to fall right on time for the event.

Mercy instinctively went to brush her bangs away from her eyes, forgetting that she'd pulled her platinum blonde hair into a strict bun as she performed Genji's tune-up.

"It's wonderful to hear you are pleased," Mercy admitted, chuckling lightly from relief. "Oh, before I forget-" Mercy reached into her lab coat and pulled out a small bottle of pills. "I have hydroxyzine if your new skin starts to itch." She handed him the bottle. "If you have any issues or concerns, don't hesitate to see me. I will be on base all weekend."

Genji took the bottle gently from her hands, examining the label as he twisted it around with his fingers. He peered up at her, breaking out into a genuine smile for the first time. She wondered how long it had been since he had physically been able to smile. Genji's smile was sentimental and very warm; even his eyes appeared to radiate a kindness and energy that caught Mercy by surprise. Perhaps she'd grown too accustomed to staring at his faceplate and cyborg head.

"I will."

Returning to Mercy's private quarters at Gibraltar had slammed her senses with the overwhelming feeling for nostalgia. Her Valkyrie suit displayed proudly behind a protective glass case, her medical notes scattered about, different pairs of lab coats hung on hooks jutting out of the wall. She shrugged off her white lab coat, hanging it alongside the others. She opened her cabinet to find something more comfortable to slip into. She discarded her faded blue scrubs into a hamper then changed into a polo with Overwatch logo stitched on the upper left hand side, and white slacks.

Mercy took down her hair, fussing with it as the natural volume made it pouf in unruly strands. She combed it out gingerly, being careful not to tug too hard. She felt content at the moment, although her nerves for Overwatch being reinstated were undeniable. Mercy was excited to see old friends and do a job she loved to do, but the world was so dangerous that it would be foolish to ignore the risks that came along with the reunion. Genji had already spoken to her when they first arrived at Gibraltar the day before, expressing his worries about the base being exposed to Talon. Inviting in the public had the potential to be a grand security risk. His nervousness made her nervous as well, but she only assured him that everything should be fine.

Should. That's the key word. How could she know for certain?

Mercy finished combing her hair then proceeded to pull it in her usual style of a ponytail. She stared at her lap for a moment as she pondered if she should've brought this up again to him today. She wanted to remain positive and not ruin everyone's excitement with pessimistic ideals, but Genji had made some very valid points.

Genji Shimada, a name she couldn't get out of her head. It echoed in the back of her mind, making her heart speed up and her face become heated. After Genji had reunited with her to seek peace after his training with Zenyatta, she noticed a shift in how she thought about him. She continued to push these strange emotions away whenever she was alone with her thoughts, but these thoughts were persistent. Mercy had been in denial for a long time, repeating (more like scolding) to herself that it was inappropriate to think this way. Genji was her patient, her friend. He was a cyborg, mixed with man and machine, although she wasn't against that whatsoever. Humans dated omnics openly, it wasn't unusual to see a couple every once and awhile, but Genji was different. She never brought up relationships to him, even knowing his history of being a "playboy," unsure if he'd feel comfortable returning to such a lavish lifestyle. She didn't want to say something to offend him.

But seeing him today, his entire face fully revealed, she witnessed a glimpse of what Genji was like before he was brought to the brink of death. He had smiled, his face practically emitted joy and charm unlike what she had seen. She had always regarded him as human because he was, but now she had experienced his other side first hand. These "revelations" made her feel shallow and delusional.

Mercy buried her face in her hands, letting out a steady groan. These emotions are ludicrous. She would not admit that she was falling in love with Genji Shimada. Just the word 'love' alone made her stomach drop to her knees, and her spine shudder. The word had such a clarity to it that she knew rang true deep down, and that it frightened her.

Mercy swallowed thickly, removing her clammy hands from her face. She bit her bottom lip as her mind raced of its own freewill. She felt as if she was going to ill on anxiety and that slightly addictive sense of euphoria infatuation seems to give. Surely she'd go mad if she kept her feelings pent up inside forever, it just felt unwise to unveil them all now. Or ever… she was too conflicted to come up with a conclusion that she found rational.

Genji is your patient, Angela. He is still recovering from your latest operation on him. Give him time to heal and accept himself.

The last thing Mercy wanted was to make him feel uncomfortable. Another reason was Mercy had difficulty with rejection. When she was a medical student training to become a doctor, she had experienced rejection plenty of times, but the quantity didn't dampen the sting. In a past relationship when she was a younger girl she had experienced the painful side toward love's double-edged sword, and it was a ache she didn't want to feel again.

You're just charmed by his happiness, that's all. His companionship has made you feel close with him. You're just mistaking the bond as something more, Angela. It could be a harmless infatuation, but nothing more.

It was no use; lying to herself did nothing.

Mercy turned off her light and left her quarters to start preparing for what tomorrow would bring.