Redemption
C1: The Search
Standard Disclaimer: I don't own any of the recognizable characters
A/N: Another story that has been collecting dust for a while, and now that I have an idea of where I want this to go, I feel OK in sharing the first chapter. I haven't got much more written at the moment, so it won't receive frequent updates. When a chapter is finished I will upload it. Main pairing will be OC/Sombra, but it will have a lot of Widowmaker/Tracer and Pharah/Mercy as well.
He had spent months combing through the archives at the Watchpoint in Gibraltar, trying to find something that would give him a lead on where his sister was, and by now Rémy Guillard, better known by his call sign 'Onyx' was close to getting desperate.
He had been grounded by Jack Morrison due to a severe injury during his last mission two months ago, he spent his days either in the infirmary with Overwatch's resident mother figure and head doctor Mercy, or in the archives looking for information on his sister Amelié, and so far only one of those had been successful, namely his visits with Mercy.
Right now he was on his way to the infirmary for the second time that day, for what he hoped was his last check-up.
Upon entering he heard the familiar English accent that seemed to light up the entire Watchpoint, which meant Tracer, aka Lena Oxton had returned from her mission to London. She had been a great friend and an even better colleague to him and that made him very protective of the younger woman, although she only was three years younger than him. "Hiya Rémy, how's it going?" Tracer asked from the bed where she was perched.
"Hello cherí, I have been doing well, how was the mission?" He asked with a kind smile.
"Pretty rotten, I couldn't save Mondatta, and I barely got out alive, Talon really sent their best for this one. She was almost robotic in the way she acted, no emotion whatsoever." Tracer said as Mercy lightly slapped her leg. "Hold still Suße. There is plenty of time to catch up with Rémy later. You were pretty badly hurt, in the meantime Rémy, you can step into the scanner."
"Oui, Oui, Maman, I'm going." Rémy said as he pulled of his shirt and walked into the tube.
Even though she was a lesbian, and proud of it, Tracer could still appreciate a man's body, especially if it was as trimmed and toned Rémy's was.
As the tube slid down and Mercy had activated the scanner, Tracer noticed a slight blush on her best friend's cheeks. "I thought you would be used to him being shirtless by now, he has spend more time here in the last two months than anyone else."
"Like you, I appreciate his body in a professional manner, Suße. I am way too old for him, and I am sure he has someone that he cares for." Mercy said as she applied the last bandage.
Tracer grinned at that. "Sure Angela, one thing those nifty little nanobots of yours do is keep you young, so you could always ask him for dinner or a drink sometime and see where it will go. You don't have to deny yourself your happiness."
Mercy blushed at that. "What would I even say. I am not as outgoing as you, nor have I the ability to talk anything with legs into bed, or tits and legs in your case."
"Oi! I may tease and flirt with women, but you know perfectly well that I am very particular about my bedpartners, but if you really want something with our resident master thrower, you will have to talk to him or you might run the risk of losing him to Hana at some point." Tracer said with a smile.
Mercy smiled at that. "We both know that Hana is far too shy to even talk to him, which I don't find surprising. Rémy has a certain aura about him, I can't really explain it."
"I know what you mean, in the field he is the epiphany of grace, never a wasted movement, and I think that people who have seen him in action see how that carries over at the base, which makes them think he is inapproachable. But anyone who has spent a bit of time with him will know he is a passionate person with a great sense of humor, but all they see is this tall, pretty French man with a voice that can melt butter." Tracer said with a smile.
"If I didn't know any better, I would say you want to start something with him, Suße." Mercy said with a wink.
Tracer giggled at that. "If I swung that way, I think I would do everything to have him, but luckily for you, I prefer the fairer sex, so if you want to go for coffee, I wouldn't say no."
That made Mercy blush brightly as the tube slid open again and Rémy stepped out again. "So cherí, what is the verdict?" He asked once he joined the ladies.
Mercy quickly turned to the screen, a bright blush on her face while Tracer whispered some things in Rémy's ear, which may or may not have been about their conversation.
"It seems you are fit for service once again Rémy. I'll pass it on to Morrison, and you Lena, please take it easy for a bit. Your body needs time to heal." Mercy said with a worried tone.
Both Tracer and Rémy nodded at her. "Oui Angela, we will be careful, but I think we are safe here at the Watchpoint."
Angela sighed softly, but still smiled at her two close friends before dismissing them.
"So Lena, we are going to have a drink, and you can tell me about the mission. I'm curious who bested you." He said as he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and led her to the bar.
Lena grinned and nodded. "Why am I not surprised, this is becoming a bit of a tradition for us."
He shrugged as they walked into the bar, which was empty at the moment, since it was still rather early.
"What's your poison of choice tonight, cherí? Whiskey perhaps, or did you want some wine?" He asked as he reached over the bar for a bottle of red wine.
"Like you have to ask, Rémy. Scotch of course, and not the cheap shit either." She said with a giggle.
He nodded and grabbed a bottle of scotch for her, inspecting it before passing it to her. "So Lena, what happened. I can't remember you being so hurt in a long time."
Tracer sighed softly. "They sent Widowmaker, and as much as I tried I couldn't save Mondatta. She's just too good at what she does."
"That's probably why Talon brought her in, or made her that way, I've heard they do that too." Rémy said softly as he sipped his wine.
"I've done some research on her, and what I found made me sick. She used to be a married woman, she was actually married to an Overwatch agent.
A shattering of glass was what followed, and Rémy looked at his now bloodied hand and the broken glass. "Was her name Amelié Lacroix by any chance?"
Tracer only nodded and watched in amazement as he was out his seat and pacing the bar in a second, muttering a litany of French curses that she understood nothing of. She watched him pace for several minutes before she had enough and she pulled him into a hug. "What's wrong Rémy?"
"Widowmaker, Amelié, she's my sister. The reason I joined Overwatch in the first place. I wanted to find her and bring her back." He said softly.
For some reason that made Tracer blush. "You're not the only one who wants to save her. What they did to her goes against all reason. I saw so much hurt in her eyes that it hurt me as well."
He smiled at her. "I think someone has a crush on my sister, or am I wrong Lena?"
She only nodded at him. "I know it's silly, but I want to help her, and let's be honest, she might have blue skin but she is still gorgeous, I see good genes run in the family." She said with a wink.
He smiled at that. "Indeed they do, but did you just say she has blue skin?"
Lena nodded at that. "She does, Talon must have done that to her to turn her in what she is today."
His expression darkened at that. "We will find her soon enough and when we do I will make sure she is always cared for. I failed her once, but I will not do so again."
"What do you mean you failed her?" Tracer asked softly, all traces of her crush gone for the moment, replaced by her natural curiosity and sympathy.
"I will tell you that sometime, but I have a question for you. How do you even know what they did to her?" He asked softly.
Tracer smiled kindly at him. "I have found several videos in the archives that Genji had stolen from Talon a couple of years ago. It shows everything they did to her. I'll give you a copy, but I advice you to not watch it on a full stomach."
"Is it really that bad?" He asked softly.
Tracer only nodded at him. "It is that bad and then some. I couldn't watch them all in one sitting. It really made me sick to my stomach to watch everything they did to her."
"Merci Lena. I will keep that in mind, but I really should go and visit Angela to get this glass out of my hand." Rémy said with a smile.
Lena nodded and gave him a hug before he left, making her way to her room after leaving the bar. She had files to organize for her friend, and she hoped he would be okay after he watched them
…
The following morning Rémy was up early, wanting to see exactly who he had to go and kill for doing unspeakable things to his older sister, but nothing could have prepared him for the things he would see. The first video he opened, since Tracer had been so kind to put them in chronological order, showed a barely conscious, heavily bruised Amelié strapped to a table while an eight armed surgical machine tore open her spine, and the scream she produced was a sound he didn't even know his sister could produce. He quickly shut off the video in favor of not losing the meager contents of his stomach.
The following videos were less graphic but still uncomfortable to watch as they were brainwashing her, turning her into a blank piece of paper for them to use. He also saw how they put in dozens of implants, and as he saw the dates progress, he could see the changes in his sister.
Realizing getting his sister back might have been more difficult than he originally thought, he knew what he had to do, and it involved a trip to the Commander, Jack Morrison. It was high time he started once again living up to his call sign.
"Time to get back into Onyx mode. I'm coming for you mon sœur." He said before leaving his quarters, promptly bumping into Hana Song, better known as Dva.
"I'm sorry cherí, I didn't see you there, good morning." He said after helping her up again.
The young gamer blushed a little at that. "Good morning Rémy. I hope you slept okay?"
He nodded and smiled at her. "I did, thank you for asking. Do you want to join me for breakfast or did you already eat?"
"I have already eaten, but thank you for offering. I was actually on the way to the Armory, my Meka needs some work." She said softly.
He nodded and waved her goodbye as he made his way to the lunchroom, his mind set on breakfast before anything else, even if he knew eating was going to be hard after what he just saw.
As he entered the sunlit hall, he spotted Lena and Angela talking quietly, and as there was no one else around he would consider having breakfast with, he joined them once he had taken some of the items that were offered this morning.
"Bonjour ladies, I trust you slept well?" He asked as he sat down next to Lena.
Tracer groaned which made Angela giggle. "Tracer had a bit too much to drink last night, so she is a bit hungover, but I see you are one to know your limits." Mercy said with a smile.
He smiled at that. "It's mostly because I am French and am used to drinking regularly." He said before breaking off a piece of his croissant, forcing himself to chew and swallow it, which was more difficult than usual due to everything he had witnessed earlier.
"Still, it is not really healthy to drink so much, especially if it leaves you more akin to a zombie like Lena here." Mercy said with a slight giggle.
"Oi! I take offense to that. I do not look like a zombie, nor did I drink that much last night. I just needed to slow down my mind." Lena muttered softly.
Both Mercy and Rémy giggled at her before turning back to their breakfast, and just after Mercy had left them to their own devices, Jack Morrison stepped inside, zeroing in on the two immediately.
"Agent Oxton, Agent Guillard, if you are done with breakfast, I would like you to follow me. I have a mission for you two. Please follow me to my office." He said more as a command then a question.
The two smiled at each other and followed him, Lena a bit more awake now that she had her coffee.
As they stepped into the Commander's office and the door had sealed itself, Jack Morrison turned to two of his finest. "So here's the deal. I've received word that Talon is planning an assassination attempt on some corporate bigwigs in London and Paris, and since you two are natives of those cities, I will send you and only you to deal with this. Try and capture the operatives involved, preferably unharmed. I am confident Talon will send a single assassin for both targets and you are the only ones I know that can do this. Lift off is in two hours and briefing will be given en route. Dismissed."
They nodded and saluted before they left, making their way to the armory afterwards. "Do you think they will send your sister to one of the locations?" Lena asked softly.
"I'm positive, from what I have seen in those videos you gave me, they have made her into their top assassin. I just wonder who they will send to the other location." Rémy said with a smile.
Lena shrugged at that. "I don't know, it could really be anyone. They have a lot of people to choose from. I just hope you don't have to fight your sister."
"It'll be fine Lena, if it comes to me and Amelié, I'll find a way to subdue her and bring her here so we can work on bringing her back to us. Just promise me you will be careful when you have to face her. One thing you don't know about her is that she is very graceful due to her ballet background. She will know how to avoid direct attacks." Rémy said seriously.
Lena nodded and smiled at him. "I'll be fine, it won't be my first rodeo, and it won't be my last. The last time your sister and I tussled she had me unprepared. I know what to expect now."
He only nodded as they entered the sanctum of the blonde dwarf Torbjörn Lindholm, so they could get their weapons and gear.
…
On an unidentified freighter somewhere on the North Sea, Widowmaker stepped into the laboratory for yet another memory reset. They performed them every three months to keep her docile.
"Ah, Widow, how good that you are here. You are ready I presume?" The doctor asked with a creepy tone.
"Oui, as always I am ready. Do as you must." She said in a bored tone.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, doctor. Widowmaker was wiped not a month ago on route from a mission. Surely you know what happens if you wipe a mind twice in a short period of time, besides there is a mission I need her for." Reaper's shadowy voice spoke as he materialized.
The doctor looked a bit skeptical at him. "There are no records of a wipe. Are you sure this happened?"
Reaper laughed darkly. "You should not question me doctor. You do not carry rank here and are easily replaced."
The doctor paled and nodded as Reaper led Widowmaker out of the lab. "What are you playing at Reaper? You know I was not wiped last month." Widow asked once they were far enough away.
"I am giving you a chance of another few months of being yourself. I am not doing this for you, but because I need your help, and I want you to remember that. Now come, fetch your rifle and follow me. Sombra, you and I have a mission to complete, given by the big boss himself." Reaper said with his usual growl.
Widowmaker quirked an eyebrow. "The Reaper needing a favor from little moi? That is certainly something new, but you have piqued my curiosity, but I promise you Reaper, no tricks or I will gladly put a bullet in your skull, or find a part of your body that I can still hurt."
Reaper laughed at her. "We shall see girl. Now go and get your gear, we take off in ten minutes." He said before walking off.
Widowmaker shrugged as she walked to her room to collect her gear. Honestly she didn't mind having another cycle of being herself because for the first time in a long time, she wanted to remember things. A giggle that haunted her mind and flashes of orange every time she closed her eyes, and for the first time in what felt like an eternity, Widowmaker felt something outside the rush of killing someone.
It started after that mission in London, and the following tussle with the girl that now haunted her dreams. The girl had invaded her mind and dreams without even trying and she found herself wanting to know more about her.
Not wanting to dwell on it now, she quickly collected her rifle and visor before making her way to the helipad.
…
Missions like this one weren't a favorite of hers, but she had to if she wanted to let them believe she was still on their side. She preferred stealth and extortion above assassination. People, no matter what they did were still people and did not deserve to be slaughtered like animals.
Sombra didn't want to be dropped off in Paris all alone and kill some corporate big wig that apparently had scammed Talon out of some money. She loved the city and knew she could do it easily, she'd done it before after all, but it still didn't sit right with her.
She also didn't understand why they would to want to hit two targets at once. It seemed, suspicious.
Combing through Talon's files had taught her a lot about the organization's inner workings and she knew it was time to get out. She had plenty of funds to disappear forever and even throw even the most experienced bloodhounds Talon had to offer off her trail. The only problem was that she had a deal with the Reaper. He needed her to find out who the big boss behind Talon was, and so far her investigation had turned up nothing.
The fact that Widowmaker was coming with them on this mission did also not bring her peace. Honestly she was a bit afraid of the assassin, mostly because she knew that something similar could be in her future as well.
Talon didn't trust her, and the feeling was mutual, but she suspected that they were planning something for her, something that would turn her into another Widowmaker.
She had seen the files of what they did to her to make her this way, and since the implants she already had were more than enough and were of her own choosing, she would make sure to disappear after she did her job for Reaper.
Unbeknownst to her, Widowmaker was watching her intently, being able to basically see what was going on in the young woman's mind, she knew what she was thinking about, since it was the same thing she had thought about more and more since her last mission, and who knew, perhaps she would be lucky and she would see the girl that haunted her dreams again.
For that exact reason she was almost thankful for Reaper's intervention with her scheduled memory wipe, which was still a bit too convenient, but she knew it would be easier getting blood from a wall. He would never divulge his secrets, but she would ask him after they dropped off Sombra in Paris.
Her own mission was easy. Find and kill some corporate big wig that had scammed Talon out of some money. Same song as usual, but this time she felt something was off, like she wasn't meant to complete this mission, and while the feeling was nothing new and had proven her superiors wrong many times, this was different.
Reaper watched the two women from the shadows, almost feeling a bit for what he was about to do to them, but it would serve them all in the end. The plan he and Morrison had cooked up required them both to be unaffiliated, and if they were captured by Overwatch, which they would ensure it would, his brother in all but blood would see to that. He knew Widow was fiercely loyal and that Sombra was passionate about things she cared about, which would serve them both well in the coming months.
He also knew that both of them would be subjected to a medical examination as well as an interrogation, and he knew that Mercy would be the one to do the medical portion, which would expose the tracking devices in their bodies, which she would of course remove and destroy. The interrogation he could not be sure of. He doubted they would let Widowmaker be interrogated by her brother, so he hoped Morrison had come through on his part of the plan and had sent Tracer to London instead of Onyx. The order would be very particular in this instance. If Widowmaker saw her brother now, she would not recognize him and kill him without thinking about it. For once he would need Mercy's expertise if Widow was to remember her brother.
He had seen how they were together, many years ago, when he stood beside his then good friend Gerard Lacroix in his marriage to Amelié Guillard, the same Amelié who was now named Widowmaker. Gerard was a bastard through and through and he knew that Rémy was fiercely protective of his sister, even if she was older. The talks he had with the boy on that day had told him as much. Rémy rightly never trusted the man, but he wanted his sister to be happy. The death of Gerard and the following disappearance of Amelié had only fueled the belief that she was nothing more than a cold-hearted bitch to most of Overwatch, only he, Morrison and a few others knew the truth, but their plan would make sure all would fall into place soon enough.
Their first destination was quickly approaching, so for him it was time to give Sombra her orders, hoping that Onyx was already in Paris.
…
By the time Rémy had set foot on Parisian soil again, it was already late in the afternoon, and he knew whoever Talon would send, would get the sharp end of one of his many knives, except when they would send his sister, he had something different planned for her, but he also knew that his plans could always change.
He made his way to the rendezvous point and his contact, the security manager of the target's company, and not for the first time he got a weird feeling in his gut, which he often got when something big was about to happen.
He knew he wouldn't have to wait for long mostly because his contact was beyond nervous. The man he met was an older man, wearing a security uniform with several stripes to indicate his rank. "It is good you 'ave come. Zere 'ave been several reports of tonight being ze night of ze attempt. If you would follow me, I will show you where the most likely spots of infiltration will be."
"Bien, show me the way, mon amie." Rémy said in his own heavy accent.
The man nodded and led him into a high rise office building that housed several companies, and the company they were headed to was located on the top floor, which was both a blessing and a curse in this case. A blessing because it would be more difficult for a sniper to get a good shot, and a curse because there was little room for error in such close confines.
He did his usual security check of the premises and found that only someone like Reaper would get into this floor unnoticed, which did not settle his nerves. His particular skill set did not do much against the Reaper.
He waited patiently for an hour before he felt something was not right, and on instinct he reached for one of his knives, getting ready to use it on a moment's notice.
Due to some of Mercy's implants, his eyesight had dramatically improved over the last months, and thanks to that, he saw the slight shimmer of a person wearing some sort of cloaking device.
As inconspicuously as possible, he drew back his arm and threw his knife just inches where the shimmer was moving to.
He saw how the figure jumped back and disabled its cloaking device, and what was revealed shocked him. It was a beautiful Latina with several implants on the shaved side of her head. He knew her name was Sombra from the few files Overwatch had on her.
She on her turn did a double take on the man that could have skewered her. He looked almost like a male version of Widowmaker, maybe a few years younger, but definitely just as handsome. She quickly took out her Uzi and aimed it at him. "I didn't expect Overwatch to send protection. What do you care about his fate?"
"Pointless killing of any kind is wrong. I know what your file says, Sombra, and I think you have chosen the wrong side of this conflict." He said as pressed a small button on this inside of his glove, activating the magnet in his knife, sending it back into his hand.
Sombra lowered her Uzi a bit, feeling things she never felt before. "You don't know shit about me. Who the hell are you anyway? I have never seen you before, and I dealt with Overwatch plenty."
"I am called Onyx, enchanté." He said with a slight bow, although he never took his eyes from her.
Sombra now lowered her Uzi. "It doesn't matter anymore. I already failed my mission. There is no way I can show my face in a Talon base again."
He smiled and lowered his knives as well. "You could come with me, I promise you will be taken good care of at Overwatch. You will not be a prisoner."
She smiled at him. "I can't do that now, but I might take you up on your offer some day. I will know where to find you, but I've got to ask, do you have a sister by any chance?"
"I do, and I have been searching for her. Do you know her?" He asked hopefully.
"I know her, and she has been captured by Talon. She is currently on assignment in London." Sombra said with a soft smile as she put away her Uzi.
Rémy sheathed his knives and smiled at her. "Thank you Sombra, that means a lot to me. Are you sure I can't convince you to come with me, Overwatch doesn't even need to know you are there until you are well and ready."
That gave her an idea. Being at Overwatch would make sure she would stay under Talon's radar, and it would give her some time to sort out these sudden influx of feelings. "Fine, I will come with you, but I do not want to stay in a prison cell. I am not a prisoner of anyone."
"I have a big enough room where you can stay for as long as you wish. No one will disturb you and you are welcome to stay for as long as you wish."
She smirked and stalked closer to him, not threatening, but more sexily. "Do you always invite girls to your room when you first meet them, or am I special?" She asked in an almost sultry voice.
"Only the pretty ones, so it is a very exclusive list for now." He said with a similar tone.
She actually blushed at that. "Aren't you the smooth talker, but I think we should get going, neither of us are supposed to be seen with each other."
He only nodded at her. "Activate your cloaking and make your way to the Arc de Triomph. I'll arrange transport to Gibraltar there. I have to ensure no one will wait for us when we arrive."
She nodded and cloaked herself, and he could see as she made her way to the stairwell.
He then made his way to the security manager to assure the man the danger was taken care of, and after signing off, he made his way outside as well, he had a potential girlfriend to pick up after all.
…
The moment Lena set foot in the building the intended target was located, she got the feeling she was not alone. She knew if they sent Widowmaker that she would prefer to make the kill from a distance, and while the building and its surroundings didn't really support that, she also knew Widowmaker was deadly in close quarters as well.
She hoped that Widowmaker would still recognize her, because she had seen something in the older woman's eyes on that day, and she was intent to bring her back to their side, and preferably to her. She would readily admit she had a huge crush on the blue skinned woman and she hoped she would get the opportunity to get to know her a bit better.
"You know it is a bad idea to daydream at work, cherí. That can get you killed if you are not careful." A husky whisper purred into her ear.
Lena blushed as she slowly turned around. "Yet you had ample opportunity to do it, so why didn't you?"
Widowmaker smiled at her. "I would rather not kill the one thing that makes me feel again. I don't know why, but something about you makes me want to defy Talon. I will not carry out my mission tonight, so you can rest assured that you are safe as well. I want to come with you, but I will not be a prisoner of Overwatch."
Lena smiled and couldn't resist hugging her. "I promise I will do everything I can to make your stay at the Watchpoint as comfortable as possible. You will probably be separated for a while, but your accommodations will not be a cell. I could even come by every day if you want that, but I hope you understand my superiors will be a bit cautious, you do have quite the reputation after all."
"I understand that, I would do the same were our roles reversed, but we should go before certain people find us together. They might think you are conspiring against them." Widowmaker said with a purr.
Tracer blushed and nodded. "I know a few ways we can get out of here without you being seen, and I have a flat nearby, because I have some questions before we leave."
Widowmaker nodded and followed the bubbly Brit down the stairwell, and she couldn't help but wonder if she had finally made a good choice in her life.