I am really sorry that I have not uploaded in ages, this is to make it up to you. Enjoy:)
Elliott was laying in his bed, whistling 'God Save The Queen'. He then stopped and sighed at the plain atmosphere that his eyes were processing. He took off his glasses and his coat and went off to sleep. Once he was asleep, tossed and turned, trying to find somewhere cold to sleep. No matter how hard he tried, he always failed to find the exact, perfect spot. He slowly rose up and smacked his forehead.
"Well, isn't this just fantastic" Elliott groaned. He got out of the bedroom and made his way to the outside. He sat on top of a ledge and looked at the stars, he yawned.
"You're out here to huh?" A voice asked. Elliott turned to his left, to see where the voice was coming from. It was a girl, here hair was reddish-brown and quite muscular as well. She had a black vest one and blue jeans. Elliott didn't know who she was. "My apologies for ruining the moment"
"May I ask, who you might be?" Elliott questioned.
"I'm Brigitte Lindholm" The girl who was Brigitte, answered.
"Brigitte? I've never seen you here before" Elliott replied. "But, Lindholm, are you a child of Torbjörn?"
"Yes, his youngest and bravest daughter" Brigitte smiled. "And Reinhardt's squire"
"Hmm, Elliott Simmings, Paladin of Overwatch and Mei-Ling Zhou's youngest son" Elliott introduced.
"You're the son of Mei?" Brigitte's eyes widened, she smiled in what seemed to be a 'So you are him/her' type of way. "I knew I wasn't the only descendant"
"Well, you weren't anyway, Ana Amari's daughter, Fareeha 'Pharah' Amari is here too" Elliottt explained.
"So we're the only three descendants in Overwatch?" Brigitte asked, her hands tapping the metal, as if she was doing a fast drum solo.
"Yes, I guess" Elliott answered. Just then, Pharah walked up behind them and sat down on Elliott's right.
"Descendents of Overwatch?" Pharah asked. "Not a bad team name"
"Team name?" Elliott laughed. "I didn't even know"
"Well, it could be" Brigitte said.
"I could think about it" Elliott replied. He then laid down.
"Elliott, to me, stars are just little dots" Pharah admitted.
"Fareeha, stars are more then they appear" Elliott said. "There's more then meets the eye"
"I've heard that before" Brigitte joined.
"Look, you know the Egyptian gods, right?" Elliott asked.
"Yes, what's you're point?" Pharah replied.
"You see that four line one there?" Elliott pointed out the constellation. "That's Amun, the god of hiddeness"
Pharah examines the constellation and then gasped, she saw the image of Amun.
"Impressive, right?" Elliott smirked.
"I can see it too!" Brigitte called out.
"Now, what about the...um...the stars that look like a person?" Elliott pointed that one out. "Osiris, don't know exactly much about him"
"I've heard he was put back together by his wife, or the person he loved" Pharah explained. Elliott looked at his watch. 11:48 pm.
"I should be getting to bed" Elliott yawned.
"Me too" Brigitte joined.
"And me" Pharah kneeled and put a hand on Elliott's shoulder. "You've taught me a lot in one night"
"I always like to help" Elliott smiled.
The three then walked back to their beds and slept the rest of the night through