It has been a few short months after Overwatch has been disbanded; it didn't bother anyone though. Even though the world was still hurt after the taxing omnic war, both humans and omics alike.

Me? My name is James Becker; just an ordinary guy living in the poor town of Danville, Virginia. Had parents once upon a time but they bailed on me and my little brother, leaving only a briefcase full of notes, pictures and other junk like that. I never figured out what those meant but I know it has something to do with overwatch considering it has its logo all over everything.

Life has been hard for me since they left; taking care of Sam since he was only three year old, dealing with food, shelter and having to run a few jobs a day just to pay for a crappy house for us to live in. That's my life and I have to deal with it.

It has been two years since that day. I've made the best of a bad situation but right now…

...I've got work to do.

I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. After that infernal beeping stopped, I rub my tired eyes and yawn. I hate mornings but I have to work through them. Especially if its…

I look at the set time on the clock. Especially if it's 6:30 in the morning.

I climb out of my bed, grab my clothes and head to the bathroom; ready to do my morning rituals.

Ten minutes latter

I wrap a towel around my waist and wipe away the steamy mist off the mirror. Revealing a young man in his late teens or early twenties. His hair was black and short but not overly so. He had a bit of a scruffy facial hair beginning to form into a 5 o'clock shadow. He had dark grey eyes with a worn expression on his face. This man was none other than me.

I rub the stubby hair on my chin. "Man, I really need to shave."

I grab my clothes and put them on. I walk out of the bathroom and open the door to Sam's room. "Hey, Sam. it's time to get up." I say loudly.

I watch as he slowly gets up, a little angry that he was woken from what I assume to be a good dream. "Wwwwwwwwwhhhhyyyyy?" He whines.

He grabs his clothes and heads to the bathroom. "Because little man…" I tell him.

"I've got work and you've got school." I tell him, leaning against the frame to his room.

"Stupid school." He mumbles before shutting the bathroom door.

I sigh and head to the kitchen to work on breakfast and make his lunch. I grab two bowls and two bowls from the cupboard. I grab the box of cheerios and carton of milk.

I make my food and leave the things on the counter for Sam. After a few minutes of eating, I can hear him coming to the kitchen. He sits in one of the chairs and I pour him some cereal and milk. He starts eating as I finish and begin washing my bowl and spoon.

I start to work on making the poor kid's sandwich with a snack. An ordinary PB&J with apple slices and a water. I know it isn't much but it's filling.

A few minutes pass before he's done with his food and i'm done fixing his lunch. He puts his dishes in the sink to take care of latter. He runs and grabs his small backpack. He looks to me. "You ready to go?" I ask.

He nods. I smile, handing him his lunch, grabbing my leather jacket and the keys to my motorcycle. I then open the door for him. "After you."

He walks out and heads to the bike covered with a protective top. The bike was an old Harley Davidson model made in 2055. Sure, it was a little worn and torn but it works just fine. I hop on the bike and help Sam in the seat right in front of me. Like hell am I going to make him sit in the back and fall off right into the road.

I put the keys in and turn on the ignition; hearing the roar of the engine. "Alright, let's go."

The best part about being up early in a small town was that there wasn't much traffic or road raging people to deal with so it was a gentle drive to Sam's school. Once we got there, I helped him get off the bike. "Have a good day little bro. See you after school okay?"

He smiles and hugs me a little. "Bye big bro, I hope you have a good day too!"

I hug him and he lets go a few moments latter; beginning his walk to the front door. I look back to the road and head to one of my few jobs for the day.

A few hours later

I take another pizza and drive it to the next house. "Fuck, I'm ten minutes late!" I mentally panic.

I rush to the door with the pizza in hand. I press the doorbell and the door opens a few seconds later. There was a man, an angry looking man. "Hey, where the hell were you? The pizza should have been here a few minutes ago!" The man yells.

I hand him the pizza and he hands me a 5$ bill. I look at it in disbelief. "Hey, what gives? The pizza in 10$."

He puts a hand on the door. "Well then you should have been here a few minutes ago. I might have even given you a tip."

Before I can say anything else, he slams the door in my face. Barely hitting me in the nose. I take a minute to breathe before heading back to my bike. "Asshole." I say under my breath.

I drive back to the pizza place in a bad mood because this day has been horrible just like every other. I park my bike and take the keys out before heading back inside. Immediately, my unhappy boss gives me a stern look.

"Boy, you should have been here sooner. I can't keep dealing unhappy customers dissing my establishment. Next time this happens and you are fired." He scolded at me.

I nod. "Sorry sir. I got stuck behind some other cars and I-"

"I don't care what happened. You need to stop slacking off and be quicker." He interrupts me.

"But sir, I-"

"No buts out of you Becker or it'll cost you." He warns.

I grudgingly nod. "Yes sir."

He nods and hands me a pizza. "Good, now you have one more delivery today."

I look at the box and read the address. "Sir, this is at the other side of town. I won't make it in time." I exclaimed.

He points to the door. "Well then you better hurry." He says with a threatening voice.

I rush out of the door with the pizza in hand and put it in the bag on the top of the seat of my bike. I put the keys in and start to speed off, hoping to get to the address in time.

Zooming pass cars and going over the speed limit. This delivery is going to get me killed… or worse. But luckily, I make it to the address in time to deliver. I get off my bike and grab the pizza; now heading up the steps. I knocked on the door.

The door opens and and a woman with short red hair steps out and takes the pizza. She looks at me and takes out her wallet. "How much will that be?" She saks

"10$ Ma'am."

She nods and takes out her wallet and hands 20$. "Keep the change." She tells me.

I look at the bill for a minute. "Thank you ma'am. I really appreciate it."

She nods again. "Its no problem." She says with a smile.

She turns around and shuts the door. I start to walk back to my bike. I take out the pocket bag and exchange the 20$ for a 10$. "Well at least there are some good people left in the world." I tell myself.

I drive back to the pizza place at a leisurely pace. When I got there, I got off my bike and took the keys out. I walked in the door and looked to my boss who was manning the counter. "The last pizza was delivered." I told him.

He gruffly nods his head. "Good, now leave the money you collected today on the counter and leave." he tells me.

I take out the small pocket bag containing the money from today's deliveries and put them on the counter. My boss quickly picks it up and looks at the cash. "Alright, now go."

I step outside and pull out my phone. I speed dial a number and call my brother's babysitter. After a minute she picked up. "Hello James." She says over the phone.

I get on my bike. "Hey, Mrs.W. Did you pick Sam up from school for me?" I ask.

"Yeah, I picked him up a few hours ago." She replies.

I sigh in relief. "Good, thank you Mrs.W. I will be home in a few minutes."

"Your welcome, see you soon." She says before hanging up.

I have probably burned enough electricity from my bike's battery by turning it off and off constantly but hopefully this is the last time today. The engine roars to life again and I start my drive back home. I just can't wait to be able to sit down, watch some TV with Sam and just relax.

It makes every bit of work I do worth it.

I take my keys out and unlock the door. "Sam, Im home!"

I can already hear him running through the house coming to see his big brother. "Jamey!" He yelled as he jumps into my arms.

I look at him. "Hey little man, it's good to see you." I say.

I look around a little. "Hey, where's Mrs.W?" I ask him.

Mrs. W or was our elderly next door neighbor. She takes care of Sam when I had to go to work and does a damn fine job of doing it too.

I hold him in a hug as Mrs. Wellington comes around the corner. "How has the little tyke been? I hope hasn't caused too much trouble." I joke.

She shakes her head and chuckles. "Oh, not at all. He has been a sweet boy as always."

I nod. "That's good to hear. I'll get your payment in a little bit."

She waves her hand dismissively. "No, you don't need to do that. Taking care of him has been my pleasure. I already know how tight things are as it is for you." She tells me with certainty in her voice.

I sigh and put Sam down; immediately, he runs to the couch to watch TV in the living room. "You have done so much for me and my little brother. I hate to not give back some kindness you've given us." I say.

She gives me a smile. "You have given me kindness James. You let me see Sam almost everyday and that by itself is a blessing."

She sighs with a distant look on her face. "It makes me miss my children and grandchildren sometimes." She says just barely above a whisper.

I think what life would be like if Sam wasn't here; if Sam could take care of himself. My life would be quiet, too quiet. "I can get that Mrs.W ;I can't imagine life without Sam, even if my parents up and dumped him on me. It would never feel the same if he left." I tell her honestly.

The sad and distant look on her face left, replaced by a happy and heartwarming smile. "It is good to know you love your brother." She says before looking at her watch.

"Oh I really must be going James. See you soon." She asks me as she begins to walk out the door.

I nod my head. "Likewise Mrs.W, have a goodnight."

She waves before she shuts to door; leaving me with Sam. I walk to the living room and see him sitting on the cheap couch, watching a kids show. "Hey little man, What you watching?"

He keeps his eyes on the TV. "Sesame street." He says.

I take a seat next to him. "Thats cool. You want to know something about Sesame Street?" I ask.

He looks to me. "What?"

I point to the TV. "This show has been around for over a hundred years. In fact, I used to watch it when I was your age too."

The look on his face said it all. "Is it really that old?"

I chuckle and nod. "Yeah, this show was made in 1969. That means this show is older than most shows on TV." I explain.

"Wow… so it's older than you?" He asks.

I lean back on the couch a little. "Yeah, its older than me." I reply.

A starred look appears on his face. "Wow, its really odd." He says aloud.

I give him a disgruntled look. Hey, I'm not that old. I'm only twenty; not over a hundred."

"Twenty, and hundred. Same difference."

I chuckle some more. "So i'm a hundred years old then?" I ask teasingly

He nods erratically. "Yeah, you're a hundred gillion years old!" He yells.

I raise an eyebrow. "Oh really, wow I must have missed a lot of birthdays to be over a hundred gillion years old?"

He nods. "Yeah, you missed a lot of birthdays."

I lean my head back. "Well even if I missed birthdays; it still doesn't stop me from being your older brother." I tell him honestly.

He turns off the TV. "Yeah but I'm happy you were my brother." He tells me.

I look to him in curiosity. "And why is that?"

"Nobody has taken better care of me than you. Mrs.W is okay but I think you do it better."

I shake my head as tears threaten to leak out. "I-I… thanks little man. That means a lot to me." I say, trying to holding the happiness in.

He gives me a quick hug. "Your wellcome big bro." He tells me.

I look around until I spot the clock on the wall. It was starting to get late and Sam hasn't had any dinner yet. "Hey Sam, how about we get some grub?"

Before he could reply, his stomach rumbled. I shrug my shoulders. "I'll take that as a yes then."

I get up out of my seat as he follows me. "How does mac'n'cheese sound?" I ask him.

"Awwww, we've already had that three times this week!" He complained.

I shrug a little. "Sorry Sam, I haven't gone shopping recently." I inform him.

He sighs and takes a seat in one of the chairs. "It's alright but can we not have mac'n'cheese for a while? I'm starting to get tired of it." He asks me.

I grab a pot and begin to fill it with hot water. "I cool with that. I'm starting to get tired of it too." I tell him as I turn the sink off and put the filled pot on the stove.

I turn the stove on. "How about this? You can come to the store and pick out something you would like?" I propose as I open two boxes of mac'n'cheese.

"Anything I want?" He asks as I take the cheese out and pour the dry noodles in.

"Thats right little man. Anything you want but do me a favor though?" I ask him.

"What?"

I look at him with a somewhat pleading gaze. "Just don't burn a hole in my pocket okay?"

He laughs. "No promises."

I rub my eyes while I keep stiring. "Of course not." I say to under my breath.

Sam and I continue to talk as I fix our dinner. He told me about his day and I told him about the good parts about mine. I'm just glad he is more mature than normal kids. He is always there when I need someone to talk to. Maybe he knows how much debt I owe for the house? Or how my meager pay is barely affording anything for us to really eat and enjoy ourselves?

God I hope not. I wouldn't want him to worry about things he doesn't understand yet. I just want to keep him safe and be the best brother I can be for him; he is all i've got left since those two sorry excuses for parents left us. No note, no warning, just gone.

After we finish eating, I clean up as he gets ready to go to bed. "Good night James." He says to me.

I start cleaning the bowls. "Night Sam, see you in the morning." I say to him.

Once the dishes were done, the phone rang. I picked it up and looked at the caller ID which just so happens to be my bank. I pressed the answer button on the phone. "Hello?"

"Hello, this is PNC bank; we would like to inform you that you are six months behind on your property tax payment, heating bill and electricity bill."

I rub my temples. "Yes, I'm aware that-"

"If the payment does not come in in the next 72 hours, we will be forced to sell your house to compensate for the payment."

I look out the window, staring into the night. "What is the payment due?" I ask with dread in my voice.

"The total payment due is 16,750$ excluding the heating and electric bill which is 5000$. The estimated total owed is 21,750$."

I cover my mouth, trying to suppress the urge to scream. "Alright, I will figure something out. Good bye." I say as I end the call.

I toss the phone on the table and sit down. "There is no way… There is no freaking way I can get that kind of money in the next three days." I say in my head.

I rest my head in my hands as it try to think things through. Maybe I could sell my bike? But how am I going to get to work and do some of the jobs I do?! I contemplate to myself.

I sigh. "How am I going to tell Sam?..." I whisper.

I look over at the time; reading 9:47 PM. I get out of the chair and walk over to the sink to finish cleaning the dishes. After that, I when to my room to get some rest and think some more things over. Maybe things might get better tomorrow?

If only I knew how wrong I was…

Hey, everyone! This is just a new story I thought of trying and this is more or less the prologue to it so the story hasn't officially started. I made this to show you the average day for James Becker in his crappy life working a handful of jobs. One of them being a pizza delivery boy with a prick boss. You will find out his other jobs in latter chapters but I'm just going keeping the prologue short.

The Idea for this story was on my mind for the longest time and I wanted to get some of it out of my system. If you were interested in my other story then dont worry. I will keep writing it as I will keep working on this story. Keep in mind that my writing isn't always the best but I at least try to keep most of it clean.

If there are any mistakes then please say something and I will correct it as soon as I can. I will also answer any questions you have about the story if I am on my computer.

Remember to comment and review so I can do a better job at writing. -Paladin Leroy