Hello pals and welcome to my newest Overwatch fanfiction! I'm breaking away from my usual slash stories to bring you some femslash with this multichapter WidowTracer story.I hope you enjoy!

Path to Redemption
Chapter 1
The breakaway


This was not supposed to happen.

Lena Oxton had lived an eventful life, to say the least. She had been an adventurer, a soldier, a pilot ; and on top of it all, not a lot of human beings could claim to have been temporarily erased from reality. She knew a great deal about danger, and about facing her fears. But there was one fear, and only one, she couldn't bring herself to surmonter. And that very fear was right in front of her.

This was never supposed to happen.

When Tracer had started to date Emily Smith, around the time Winston had recalled Overwatch's agents, she had promptly told her everything about her new job. Soldier 76 had strictly forbidden anyone to spread the word of Overwatch getting back in business, but Tracer couldn't bring herself to lie to Emily about her new activity. She had run a background check on the redhead beforehand, just to make sure she didn't accidently give away vital secrets to a Talon agent.

Emily had been more than understanding; she had even been starstruck, having been a fan of the organization in her youth, plastering her walls with the faces of Ana Amari and Angela Ziegler. And most importantly, she had always been there after Lena came back from her various missions. Whether Emily was the shoulder Lena could lean or cry on, or provided ideas to lighten her mind, she had been her corner stone, her most important support.

Which made the scene in front of her even more disgusting, bile burning in her throat, threating to spill out any second.

Tracer couldn't really pin the blame on anyone. The mission in Caen had been a collective failure.
Mercy had been taken down first, knocked out by one of Widowmaker's venomous mines, and McCree had quickly followed, in an attempt to rescue her.
Pharah had fallen in the Channel after her suit had been hacked by Sombra, and even Roadhog hadn't managed to get by this time. Reaper had been quicker, creeping up behind him and taking him by surprise.

In a way, it had been some kind of miracle they had all survirved and that Tracer had been the only one captured. Thanks to Lúcio, Junkrat and D. Va's intervention, the others had managed to get away, in varying states of conciousness. Unfortunately, Lena's chrono accelerator had failed her as she was rushing to Hana's MEKA, the sudden nausea forcing her to slow down. And before she could grab Lúcio's extended hand, she had felt a sharp pain to her leg and tumbled to the ground. The rest was a blur, yelling voices echoing into her aching head, barely feeling her body suddenly being grabbed and lifted into the air.

And then, darkness.

Tracer kind of wished she had stayed in the dark. That way, she wouldn't have been forced to live the nightmare Talon had decided to put her in.

They had put her chronal accelerator away from her, just enough so she wouldn't disappear, and far enough she'd still feel faint, her head spinning.

And, most importantly, her eyes wouldn't have been open and wet when they threw Emily on the ground in front of her.

"No."

It had been a mere whisper, barely making it past Tracer's chapped lips, yet it held all of her horror and terror. Emily's mouth was gagged, but her eyes were wide open and fixated on Tracer, tears messily spilling on her cheeks.

"Monsters!" Tracer yelled as she tried to get up. But she was still weak, and two brawny mooks were enough to hold her down. "She has nothing to do with all of this! Let her go!"

She didn't stop screaming, even as her throat started to get parched and her voice raspy. Emily, her beautiful, kind, strong Emily, was whimpering on the floor, her gag unable to hold her cries of despair.

It seemed like an eternity before someone stepped from the shadows behind Emily.

"Stop yelling, the both of you. Don't make it anymore difficult than it has to be."

If the familiar silhouette wasn't enough, the French accent was unmistakable. Widowmaker was wearing her usual outfit, the purple fabric clinging to her blue skin. Her features were as cold as ever, though there was a slight hint of annoyance on her face.

Tracer's gaze immediatly darted to the sniper, and she almost growled.

"You... you heartless, wicked bastard! What are you going to do to her?"

Widowmaker sighed and put a charger inside her rifle.

"What I'm ordered to do."

Her tone was almost bored, as if she wasn't aiming a loaded gun to an innocent person unable to fend for herself.

"No, no, wait, Widowmaker, don't!" Lena screamed, struggling violently against her captors. "I'll do anything, please, don't-"

"Do you ever shut up, idiot? This is not a bargain. It's far too late for that. It's punishment for opposing Talon."

Emily's whole body was shaking, the redhead begging uselessly under her mouth gag. Her gaze was locked on Tracer, who couldn't help but feel like a coward as she closed her eyes.

Two gunshots echoed loudly in the small cell.

... two?!

Tracer's eyes shot open when the pressure on her shoulders disappeared and a body fell on each side of her body. Emily was still alive, and Widowmaker was looking oddly distraught.

"Wha... what..."

"R-run away, idiote!" Widowmaker screamed.

She threw something at Tracer, who almost failed to catch it. The pilot immediatly felt better, and for a good reason : it was her chrono accelerator.

"Allez, do something! Don't just stay here."

The assassin's voice was slightly trembling. Tracer nodded, strapping her lifesaving device to her chest with shaky hands. Emily had passed out from fright, and Tracer took her in her arms, still in disbelief.

"Widow, why..."

"Don't question it." The sniper almost seemed as confused as the adventurer. Her usually emotionless mask was shadowed with doubt, and her eyes were nervously shifting from Tracer to her girlfriend. An alarm started blaring, startling the both of them.

"Come on, run! The exit is easy to find. Straight until you arrive in a big hall. Then right, right again, and you'll be out."

Tracer nodded. Widowmaker quickly grabbed a gun from each of the dead guards and handed it to her enemy. Lena shifted Emily to her shoulder and grabbed one of the weapons, tucking the other in the empty holster at her belt.

"I'll clear the way, now go on. We'll meet later."

Lena was still unable to fully process what was happening as she dashed out of the room, adrenaline giving her the strength she needed. Her chronal accelerator was fully charged, and she dodged the Talon guards in her way quite easily, not losing time in shooting them if she could avoid it.

Her fear of it being some twisted and sick game played by Widowmaker turned out to be wrong. She followed the path the assassin had given her, and was surprised to shortly find herself outside in spite of every guard in the building being alerted of her breakout. The final door's lock had been blasted away; no doubt Widowmaker had held her promise of clearing the way.

Outside, Tracer didn't stop running, sweat rolling into her eyes. The building was isolated in a forest filled with huge trees and dirt roads.

A car caught up to her, its engine roaring. Tracer felt an arrow of fear piercing through her body, but when the driver's window rolled down, it was to reveal Widowmaker's face.

"Come on!"

The car slowed down, and Tracer opened the back door, carefully placing Emily inside the vehicle before hopping inside herself. Once the door was closed, Widowmaker sped up without a word. Tracer's heart had never beat so fast, and as she caught her breath, she realized just how weary her body felt.

She ripped the gag away from Emily's mouth and untied her wrists and ankles. The young woman was still passed out, and Tracer couldn't do much more than stroke ginger strands of hair and caressing pale skin.

The trio remained in heavy silence, none of the former enemies daring to break the tension. Tracer regularly stole glances at the drivers' mirror, but any emotions that had surfaced to Widowmaker's face earlier seemed to have vanished. If she hadn't helped her escape and refused to execute her girlfriend, Tracer wouldn't have been able to tell the difference with the usual sniper. Golden, impassible eyes focused on the road, in a perfect driving stance.

What exactly had pushed the cold, heartless, perfect killing machine to protect Tracer and Emily?


oh my! What could have caused Widow's treason? (hint: it's not being gay for Tracer. not yet.)