"You could... jus' have a group use the tunnels, y'know? So they think you're going there. And then Boom! You're in front of them." Her words slurred as she sleepily leaned against the wraith, eyes practically closed now. She yawned, smiling. "They won't know what hit 'em." She giggled lightly.

He stared down at her for a moment before snorting, shaking his head. "Force them to separate into two groups, divide and conquer..." He mused, staring down at the blueprints on the coffee table. He slung one arm across the back of the couch, glancing over at the girl beside him for a moment before returning to the blueprints. "... It's a very basic plan."

She nodded against him, yawning again. He could easily tell she was just barely staying awake to talk to him. "They're gonna over... Overestimate you." She mumbled, "So they'll plan for something big. An' then you'll just come in with something boring and fuck 'em up!" She sounded almost delirious, eyes closed.

He frowned, gently nudging her. "Watch your fucking language. You're eleven." The scold was very much a teasing one; he's pretty sure he had no right to correct her on her language.

She snorted, "I'm cute, so it's okay..." She sighed, curling her legs up into a ball against him. She settled into softly breathing, leaving the room silent once again.

Reaper sighed, looking down at her. She was sleeping soundly now, one hand weakly gripping his shirt. He huffed and looked back down at the blueprints and papers strewn about the coffee table. It'd be another late night, hashing out a plan that he knew no matter what Sombra wouldn't pay attention to. His mind was just not on the work, though. His mind wasn't really on anything, at that exact moment.

His mind drifted, ghosting over hundreds of things buzzing in his mind, but didn't stick to any one train of thought.

Eventually, he resided to simply leaning back and closing his eyes. He couldn't sleep; his body wouldn't let him, but he didn't really care. The lights were still on, in the small room. He'd never actually gotten a bed. Mary didn't complain about sleeping on the couch, so he was sure it was fine. He huffed out a breath and cracked his eyes open once again, lifting his head to look back at the papers.

He needed to get this done.

A/N: Hello, Fallen here. I have created, once again, a really dumb plot idea for Mary and Reaper's weird half-domestic/half-canon AU! that Foxxie is constantly giving me prompts for.

The prompt she gave me was "Sleep". And, at least to my headcanons, Reaper can no longer actually sleep.

So I did this instead because I love seeing Mary be perfectly fine with Reaper killing, as well as helping Reaper kill. She's a little girl whose only positive, human connections have all be terrorists and murderers practically.

If it wasn't kind of obvious, this is after "Recall". She's been with him for 4 years now. She is both a menace and a godsend to just about every aspect of Reaper's life.

And while Foxxie is the one providing me with one-word prompts, please feel free to send me any if you'd like to see any more interactions with Mary and Reaper.