Author's notes- Really wanted to get a mercy76 story out because I believe that the current amount of mercy76 fanfics is simply below the required amount for such a wonderfull ship. Same goes with yanderes so I figured why not mix the two? Hope you all enjoy and please review
For those of you who may not know-a yandere is person who has an extreme love of another, to the point of obsession.
"Jack?" A needy voice filled with desperation calls out amidst a pile of smoldering rubble "Jack where are you?" Dr. Ziegler calls out, pleading to the heavens for a answer. She was not entirely sure of the situation, one minute she was working as usual when all of a sudden a violent explosion tore through the Overwatch HQ, reducing it to the pile of rubble it now was. She wasn't sure how many people died in the explosion but the constant blood stains among the rubble and the occasional piece of flesh scattered about was a sign that a great many people had lost their life. She walked on unfazed by all of the destruction and loss of life, continuing to call out his name. Nothing else mattered to her, no other life mattered to her except his. If he was alive and needed her help she would be there, no matter the cost, she would sacrifice anything and anyone to ensure his safety.
Suddenly a gurgling noise can be heard among the ruin. Hope fills the doctor as she rushes toward's the sound
It could be him. Please let it be him. She thinks to herself as she approaches the noise. Upon reaching the source of the gurgling she see's a man, very close to death. A weak voice,almost completely muffled by the blood in his throat, calls out to her "hel-help me" the man pleads.
She looks at the man coldly for a few seconds, her face expressing no worry for his life nor any desire to help him.
Not him.
She walks off and begins to call out again "Jack please!" she hears more attempts from the unknown man behind her to plead for her help, for her to save his life, but she continues to ignore them. She needed to find him and she would sacrifice anything, anyone, to do it. She would find him, save him, and they would be together no matter what it took.
Suddenly a beeping noise can be heard and the doctor shifts her head to view the source. It's coming from the very man she just left behind. He speaks again, but his voice is clearer no longer muffled by blood but still filled with agony. "Why did you leave me behind?" he calls out before lifting his face to stare directly at the doctor, his eyes burning holes through her as he accused her.
Mercy stood in horror, petrified. She hadn't noticed before due to the blood covering his face but now that she looked closer she could tell
It was him, Jack Morrison the one man she cared about. The beeping increases in volume and pace as he calls out to her again, tears falling down his face "WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME BEHIND ANGELA!"
She cries out to him "JAAAAAACK" suddenly everything fades to white, the last thing she sees is his pained expression begging for an answer.
Her eyes slowly open as her alarm continues to beep. She laid motionless in her bed staring at the ceiling of the small room. She has had nightmares every night for years, ever since that day. She had lost everything that day, a home, a future, a purpose, and most importantly she had lost him. She always believed that she was ready and willing to do anything for him but on that faithful day, where he needed her most, she had failed. She shifted to the edge of her bed and shut of the alarm and began the process of preparing herself for the day. Winston had recently recalled Overwatch and Angela, eager for something to fill the void that had consumed her life, accepted the call. There were many familiar faces here that needed her to keep them alive and she vowed she wouldn't let anyone down ever again. She was always there when they needed her, a smiling face ready to help them and listen to her problems. They may not have known it, or perhaps they pretended not to know it for her sake, but it was all a facade, a fragile shell hiding her true, broken inner-self.
She had lost all true happiness and compassion when she had lost him. Every day was pure misery for her, a reminder that she would never see his face again. She attempted to busy her mind with work to avoid slipping further into a her pit of depression and today would be no different. Suddenly the laptop sitting on her desk blinks to life. She moves to investigate and soon find's a message that Winston had forwarded to all members of Overwatch. Evidently there was an urgent matter that he wished to discuss in a proper meeting with everyone early in the morning. A quick glance to a clock showed that it would be taking place in a mere 30 minutes. She sighed and prepared herself for the trip to meeting room located near the middle of the complex. After finishing her morning preparations she takes one last glance to the wall near her bed before leaving her room.
"Oi Winston there's a good reason we all have to be up so early in the morning right?" The usual chipper voice of Tracer calls out as she is slumped in her chair at the meeting table, her left cheek pressed against the table as she pouts
"Firstly you're supposed to be up by this time everyday regardless of the occasion, and secondly yes there is an important reason I called you all out here" Winston responded
"Well don't keep us in suspense big guy" a lounging Mcree chimed in, both of his feet propped on top of the table.
Winston merely narrowed his eyes a bit as he stared at the feet currently resting on top of the table. Mcree ,apparently not getting the memo, sat there and continued to look expectantly at the large Gorilla. Suddenly a very large figure leaned in towards Mcree and whispered, although the nature of voice defeated the purpose as it was loud enough to be heard clearly by everyone "I believe he want's you to take ze feet off of ze table friend" Reinhardt attempted to clue Mcree in
"Oh sorry pardner" Mcree quickly readjusted his seating so his feet would no longer rest on top of the table. Winston glared at him for a few more seconds before continuing. "As you all know we are just starting to rebuild Overwatch to combat the growing tensions in the world. While I'm pleased to see so many familiar faces it simply is not enough, we need more members"
A man who is barely visible due to his height is the first to question Winston "And I trust you've already found someone?" Torbjorn calls out in his thick Swedish accent
"A few actually and I've already found one who's accepted our invitation" Winston replies with in a manner that shows he was actually fairly proud of himself for finding new recruits so quickly. "Mercy once he arrives I'll need you to do a physical examination, make sure he's in perfect health and ready to deploy"
Mercy smiles and nod's her head to show she understand's and accept's her duty "Right away, he'll be fit for operations within the hour"
Tracer suddenly piques up, seemingly confused "Well his name isn't 'him' now is it?"
"Well of course not but...He refused to give me a name" Winston responds "Only know his code name, not much else"
Mercy goes ahead and asks the question that was probably on everyone's mind "And what exactly is this code name?"
Suddenly a new,gruff voice makes it's presence known "Soldier 76, reporting for duty"
It was good to see the old crew all together again, that much he could admit. He wasn't sure if the world was ready for Overwatch, or if it even wanted it but he would be here regardless. He had spent too much time with his vigilante antics, accomplished too little. It was time for him to do something with his life again, to be a part of something bigger.
He casually scanned the room to look at all of his former comrades. The face mask and visor hid his small smile that formed as he looked at each and everyone of them. Almost all of them were here: Tracer, Reinhardt, Mcree, Winston, Torbjorn, and even Mercy. His smile faded once he remembered some of the one's that wouldn't be showing up, Namely Reyes and Ana.
"That's one hell of an entrance Pardner" Mcree suddenly called out, interrupting his sullen thoughts.
Jack grunted in response, not entirely sure what to say. He wasn't exactly sure how to play out this role of the grizzled and grumpy merc he came up with so he figured it was best to only talk when absolutely necessary.
Torbjorn rumbled out in his usual grouchy tone "A real talker you are eh?" Reinhardt suddenly jumps to the defense of Jack "Ah no worries friend action's speak louder zan words no?
Tracer also had a opinion on his silence "aw rubbish just because you shoot people doesn't mean you can't be a little friendlier right mate? Winston quickly chastised Tracer "Being loud and talkative does not equal being friendly"
Soon the whole meeting room descended to friendly bickering and general conversation. Jack, seemingly an afterthought at this point, studied all of the happy and relaxed faces in the room before his eyes landed on her.
Mercy was not taking a part in any of the conversations. She just sat in her chair and stared at him. She looked like she was tense, perplexed even. A small voice in the back of Jack's mind told him that she had already figured him out, that his cover was blown. He shook that thought from his mind quickly however. Sure Mercy was an extremely bright and intuitive person but there was simply no way she could have him figured out already.
That man...he...he reminds me of him
The way he walks, the way he stands, the way he breaths
So much like him...
Mercy sat studying the new recruit as everyone else went about their meager business. She knew almost nothing about this man but she felt some strange draw to him, a desire to know more about since that day when she had lost everything she held on to the belief that he wasn't gone forever, that they'd be reunited some day and everything would be better. That small thought was her true drive in life, her reason to go on living. She knew it was an extremely long shot but no matter how small the chance if this 'soldier: 76' was her dear Jack she would investigate, thoroughly.
This physical exam was going to be a whole lot more informing than she originally intended