Disclaimer: I own nothing in this crossover. The Eternal Champions and Overwatch franchises are owned by Blizzard and SEGA respectively.

NOTE: As the description says, this story will be crossing over Overwatch and Eternal Champions. It will be posted in the main Overwatch category since EC doesn't have a category of its own on FF as of yet.

Additionally, regarding the story itself, the story will be predominantly set in the Overwatch universe, and hopefully that'll help to dispel the continuity confusion for the non-EC fans who may be reading this. That's likely to be a lot on this page, so those who don't want to read the second section of this chapter can just stop at the end of the first part of the chapter and just wait for the next chapter to come out. But for those interested in reading the entirety of Chapter one, by all means, my readers, read!

Lastly, before I start storytelling, I want to mention that I took a small liberty of sorts with an aspect of Jetta (one of the characters this fanfic will be starring). Her bio states that she changed her given birthname to the one she now goes by (Jetta Maxx). Said birthname was never specified, so I came up with the name Diana Grigorev for her because all other EC characters with monikers have a proper birthname that they would also respond to.

With that said, sit back, relax, and as usual with my works, everyone will be kept in-character. Enjoy!

Heroes Are Eternal

Watching Over - Part One

Lena Oxton's breathing was steady and sharp as she jogged down the single corridor. With every gentle thud her Croc-like shoes produced on the metal floor, her heart beat a little faster, a little stronger. Her arms moved slightly to match her sharp strides of her semi-run, keeping up a flawless jogging form, which she was used to. She had been keeping herself in shape even when her old task force was inactive, should she need to still spring back into action as a solo hero.

Lena smiled as she neared the destination with every next step. Jack, or Soldier 76, as he insisted on strictly going by, had called every Overwatch agent to the briefing room for an urgent briefing. A mission.

That's right. Overwatch was back in business.

It all started when Winston, the genius gorilla, realized that the world still needed Overwatch, and in spite of the PETRAS Act, rallied them all back together to fight the good fight. It had gone better than expected in more ways than one, as they'd managed to not only fully recruit the team, but Winston had managed to pull some strings and even recruit non-former Overwatch members. Lena knew for sure that a rocket-blasting paragon of justice and a (fully reformed) dragon-wielding archer would make killer additions to the team. The world needed more heroes, after all.

It had also gone rather well in terms of restoring their base of operations. Winston managed to track down an old decommissioned Overwatch base in Norway's mountain ranges. The newly restored Overwatch set up operations there rather than having multiple bases around the world. Better to have less targets for their enemies to attack, Winston had reasoned with her and the other members. A ginormous HQ dead in the middle of the mountains would look outright suspicious to the public at best, so Winston had taken the liberty of constructing a cloaking field around the perimeter of the outside of the base, hiding it from sight entirely, to the human eye, that was. The tech used to make it would keep it off most radars, which would help greatly in keeping themselves hidden. The effect would even stretch to those inside, and only they would be capable of seeing their surroundings and themselves until the field was removed. Winston took pride in his work, and he had to admit that the cloak was extremely clever, not to mention 'bloody badass' as Lena had put it.

By this point she was a few yards away from the meeting room. Unable to contain her excitement any longer at the thought of another mission since Overwatch's reform, she Blinked down the rest of the way and into one of the grey-coloured room's leather office chairs surrounding the mahogany table. She saw that she'd Blinked into the chair right next to the one that contained Hana Song, who gave her the peace sign in acknowledgement, unable to greet her verbally due to the growing pink bubble between her lips. Lena raised her gloved finger to it as if she were about to pop it, only to have her hand swiftly swatted away by the Korean.

"I keep forgetting how good those reflexes of yours are, love." Lena chuckled, prompting a wink from Hana, who cheekily pointed at her with the 'gun sign'.

A Raptora-clad Fareeha Amari cracked the slightest smirk and aimed a look at Winston.

"She'll always be like this, won't she?"

Winston let out a deep, resounding chuckle. "I think so, Fareeha, but I wouldn't have Miss Lena Oxton any other way."

"Aww, c'mere ya big lug!" Lena grinned, Blinking out of her seat, she practically attached herself to Winston, wrapping her arms around his neck in a hug as best she could. Winston laughed, adjusting his glasses, which had come askew from the impact of her body hitting his. Moments later, she Blinked back into her seat, giggling at the sight.

Torbjörn scoffed at the display of affection between the two friends as his somewhat usual frown deepened. "I'm looking to get this over with already! What's taking Morrison so fuckin' long?!"

In the corner next to a potted plant, Bastion beeped a series of long-ish beeps, the noises indicating that it was content to wait as long as it had to.

"Piece o' shit. . ." Torbjörn hissed under his breath, referring to the Omnic, the remark going mostly unheard. As more agents filled the room, Reinhardt laughed boisterously at the dwarf's first remark. He sat in a larger office chair to accommodate the bulk of his Crusader armour, which he now wore.

"I too look forward to the mission! May Talon come in great numbers so that we may crush them all!" The knight-like soldier boomed, giving Torbjörn's shoulder a hearty pat, much to the Swede's chagrin. The entry door slid open and revealed the only two figures missing from the team.

"Glad you're in a mood to destroy, Reinhardt. We'll be doing just that to accomplish our objective." Came the reply of Ana Amari, second in command. Beside her was Jack, and they both walked to the front of the room. Naturally, they were the first ones there, so they used the opportunity to step out of the room momentarily to discuss a matter, and were satisfied that the team had fully assembled in their short absence.

"And what is objective this time?" Zarya boldly rumbled, the obvious smirk in her tone seemed to suggest that her strength alone would carry the entire team to a victory.

Jack pushed a button on a small device mounted on the wall before answering. His action caused a blue holographic map of Dorado to project in midair. "Talon's expecting two weapons shipments in Dorado, and we're putting a stop to them.

"What kinda weapons're we talkin' here?" McCree asked smoothly, seeming to almost recline back in his seat.

"It could be nukes for all we know, which is why you all can't afford to drop the ball on this one." Jack retorted gruffly. That certainly got everyone ready for action, and the air grew intense. Talon was a dangerous enough organization on its own, and none of them wanted to think about what they could do with such devastating weaponry. Granted, it was no guarantee that that was what they were to stop, but anything was a possibility. Jack pointed to a spot on the map, his harsh tone bringing their attention to it.

"We're gonna divide and conquer. Me, Bastion, Hana, Genji, McCree, Torbjörn, and Zarya are gonna attack from the front. We'll need healing, so Mercy's coming with us."

"And I'll lead the rest of you. We'll go in from the side to stop the second shipment," Ana spoke next, pointing to a side spot on the map. The delivery of her words weren't nearly rough as Jack's, but had all of the authority. "As for healing, I'll make sure myself that you all aren't in too much pain out there."

"Any questions?" Jack checked, the following silence answered his question. Through the red of his visor, he saw that Torbjörn and Zarya were fixing him with hateful glares, but he didn't care. He'd found that in previous missions since Overwatch's revival that when put together, Bastion, Zarya and Torbjörn were highly effective. Too bad the latter two couldn't get that through their goddamn heads. With everyone good to go, Jack switched off the machine, and hefted his pulse rifle from where it leant up against the wall.

"Alright people, get your gear and move your asses."

As everyone began to do as instructed and file out of the room, Lúcio addressed Lena with a smile and a nudge.

"Yo, Lena, rematch?"

"Oh you're on, love!" Lena chirped, lips pulled back to grin knowing he was talking about a race to stop their squads weapons shipment. This was going to be awesome, not even so much as the little competition with Lúcio, but the mission itself. For she could once again relive the glorious past. She was no longer Lena Oxton. She was Tracer.

With everyone aboard and Tracer at the controls, the massive jet roared down the runway and took off into the deep blue night. Once they were in midair, Winston produced a pocket-sized device and pressed a button, causing the entire gargantuan Overwatch tower to vanish from sight. They were rolling, now. Next stop: Dorado, Mexico.

Jetta Maxx and R.A.X Coswell were locked in vigorous hand-to-hand combat, both feeling the pressure that they had placed on one another throughout as they circled around one another. It was a mere sparring match, and a 'no powers' one at that, but that didn't mean that hearts weren't hammering and sweat wasn't falling. R.A.X needed to make sure that Jetta was ready for her upcoming fight with Midknight, her third opponent in the Eternal Champion's contest. Midknight's vampiric strength and speed was comparable to her own Phase speed, and could have ended the match in a few seconds if she was unprepared. R.A.X trained not only for Jetta's sake, but for his own as well. His opponent was Riptide, and while her profession may not have suggested it, the corsair was a renowned and unyielding fighter. R.A.X wasn't leaving anything to chance.

Jetta barely had time to guard as R.A.X brought his foot up in attempt to land a kick to the side of her head, but correctly predicted his next move and blocked a midsection kick. Jetta used the opportunity to rush in and leap without accounting for her superhuman agility. She threw out a midair roundhouse kick aimed at his head, hoping to catch him in recovery, but he was faster to regain his bearings than she thought, and deflected the attack, sending her to the ground in a sort of fall. Under different physical circumstances, this would have caused her to hit the ground in a heap, but being a highly skilled acrobat gave her the ability to twist her lithe body into a stable midair position, letting her land on her bare feet. R.A.X was coming at her fast with a right cross, but she managed to barely dodge the blow and throw her leg out in a sweep kick. The attack hit its mark, and R.A.X, unable to dodge it in time, was sent to the ground. He didn't leap to his feet, which meant he wanted to take a break, they had been at this for a while now. She got the message loud and clear, and came out of her stance in favor of extending a hand for him to take. He took it.

"Damn, that was intense," R.A.X conceded after a chuckle, his speech sounding cybernetic and layered. "Good match."

"I can easily say the same." Jetta said, smiling a smile of genuine kindness. Her own voice much was more befitting of a human, and tinged with Russian.

They stood on grassy land which sat atop a pond of impossible length in a waterfall-like location. A sub-dimension of the Eternity Complex, right outside the Battle Room where the Champions usually trained. Jetta and R.A.X thought they would try something different this time and have their session outdoors, a nice change of pace. In the Battle Room itself, they couldn't experience the gentle breeze, fresh air, and the sounds of the rushing water falling into the pond as they sparred.

As they caught their collective breaths from the intense session, Jetta's eyes travelled past her friend and landed on a tall rock with a flat wall and presumably flat top, at least by the way it looked from her perspective. R.A.X curiously followed her gaze and looked back at her.

"What's up?"

"Would you like to go up to that rock to sit? I imagine the view is lovely."

The cyborg shrugged. "Can't hurt, I guess."

He activated his Air Jets and took to the sky, reaching the top of the rock in several seconds. Jetta craned her neck upwards to look at him as he did so before she herself jumped at the rock's flat wall-like surface. She stuck to it, and began climbing the face in a spider-like fashion, feeling the slight heat of the rock on her bare hands and feet. She effortlessly swung her body up to the top, where R.A.X stood, waiting for her.

They both sat down on the edge, not fearing for their lives should either one of them slip and fall from the edge. R.A.X had his Air Jets, and Jetta could easily nail a catlike landing from the height at which they were. Jetta placed her palms on the stone surface behind her, crossing one leg over the other. She gazed out to the distance, where the bright, full moon sat high in the sky.

"Crazy, isn't it?" The Cyber-fighter asked his friend without turning to look at her. She did likewise, retaining her position as well.

"Yes. It borders on overwhelming, but I am ultimately glad we are able to at least spend time with each other."

Jetta and R.A.X had both considered themselves close with one another since the halfway point of the first contest. Directly after he and the other Champions had been spectating the Russian acrobat's fight with Trident. The gladiator, eager to earn his chance for a second shot at those cheating Romans, fought hard against Jetta, unrelentingly coming at her with vicious swipes of his hand-mounted namesake, and using his Bio-Stun and Repulsor shields to counter her blinding Phase speed. Miraculously, Jetta found a way past his defenses, and landed a flawless Corkscrew Uppercut, and from there, managed to turn the tides of the fight. It was a timed bout, and neither of them had been knocked out or submitted during the duration, so the winner was ultimately left up to Eternal, who chose Jetta, believing her performance to be the be the better of the two. R.A.X approached Jetta afterwards, and praised her on her maneuvers during the fight. Jetta, being the kind soul she was, accepted the compliment, and accoladed his own from what she'd seen throughout the contest, and built conversation from there. They'd stuck by each other since, and continued to support one another in their ultimate goal, despite what was actually on the line with this contest.

R.A.X wrapped his arm affectionately around Jetta, who smiled and did the same. They both stared ahead at a Buddha-like statue, illuminated in the moonlight. Jetta was the first to bring it up.

"That statue, I have never seen one like it before. Do you think—"

The Russian was cut off clean by the glaring sensation of her vision suddenly whitening. She spun to face R.A.X, who'd turned to face her as well. It was happening to him, too.

"Eternal," He said laconically and knowingly. By now his vision was halfway-whited out. "He wants us."

"Yes. . ." Jetta agreed in a low voice, the last of her vision clouding over. The last thing in her sight having been R.A.X staring at her.

The next thing the two realized, the two friends were standing on the grey tile of the Eternity Complex, surrounded by the other Champions, some of which were muttering amongst themselves in confusion as to why they were abruptly brought here. The Eternal Champion himself was hovering a moderate distance up, arms folded over his garbed chest.

"My Champions," He spoke in an aged-sounding, yet powerful voice that silently requested undivided attention. "I have summoned you to inform you that I have ended the contest due to there being another matter to attend to. I have only recently witnessed the condition of another world, one that is plagued with conflict, hatred, and crime."

The Champions were all silent at this, both taken aback in surprise at the contest being ended, and curious as to what the full situation about this 'other world' was. Eternal had heavily implied that the two had something to do with each other, and the Champions were getting a damn good idea as to what it was. But they didn't interrupt with questions regarding the contest yet, and instead kept their ears open and collective gazes locked on him. R.A.X's human eye narrowed in a sort of knowing curiosity, while Jetta experienced a rapidly increasing sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"There is a task force known as Overwatch. They are dedicated to cleansing their world of the evil that dogs it. I am sending you all to assist them."

The confirmed news garnered mixed reactions from the Champions. The corners of Blade's mouth had turned down, his eyebrows pointed inwards, and his eyes narrowed behind the opaque lenses of his shades. Even with eyes covered, it was clear that the hulking bounty hunter was disgruntled at having to work alongside others. By contrast, Shadow was rather satisfied with this new information. She hungered for adventure, and had long decided to use her skills for something better than serving the Black Orchid's needs.

Jetta sighed defeatedly as her features had taken on a deflated look. What they were being told to do was the exact thing that she figured being resurrected would avoid: the spread of bloodshed and violence. It was different with the contest, as they were competing, fighting only to see who would get to earn a second chance at the life that prematurely met an end. And even then, the fights were only to knockout. With what Eternal wanted them to do meant them fighting evil. And Jetta knew that evil had no inhibitions regarding lives of the ones that antagonized them. Evil even preferred to kill. The worst part for Jetta was that she was fairly confident that this Overwatch organization did not use pacifism—her preferred method of resolving conflict. It didn't sound like a peaceful organization, and unfortunately, that meant there would be more fighting.

R.A.X, knowing his friend, laid his organic hand on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. Though Jetta was grateful of the effort, it did nothing to improve her mood at the moment, her face having retained its forlorn expression as she stared on ahead.

"So I'm guessing these guys've got it worse off than we do?" Blast intoned cynically, crossing his arms over his broad chest.

"Quite possibly, Thomas," Eternal answered, addressing the Green Beret by his actual name. "And as the keeper of the balance of good, it is my duty to ensure that peace is ensured wherever it can. If possible, enlist in their forces. You all will be able to coordinate substantially better that way."

What Eternal was saying made sense. After all, had they been directly affiliated with Overwatch, planning attack strategies would go about 10x smoother, and as everyone knew: the plan was one of the deciding factors to a task's success. All of the Champions—even Slash, went into contest bouts with some sort of way to get from Point A to Point B, even if they didn't always go as originally anticipated.

But there was still the burning question hanging in the air. Larcen, unable to bear the suspense of it any longer, voiced the concerns of everyone in the room.

"What about the contest, though? We just done with it or somethin'? Not sayin' I don't care about these Overwatch fellas, but wasn't the point to this whole thing to see who gets to fix up our world?"

Retaining his straight posture as he levitated in midair, Eternal spoke clearly, addressing them all.

"There will be no need for a contest. As you all know, the presence of the Dark Champion still lurks within even these walls. Recently, he has made an attempt on my life, and will continue to do so. I can return fire to at least prevent his influence from reaching you all, but to ensure the safety of all of you, I will be sending you to the universe that Overwatch occupies. By the time you all are finished your duties there, I will have hopefully have withered his influence down to the point where attacking him directly will be safe for you. You all may then assist me in the final battle.

When the Dark Champion is defeated, I theorize that his power will be brought into my own essence. I know that such a thing would result in the power being taken into my being, and with it, I will be able to send you all back to your times, so that you may not only change humanity for the better, but create a flawless world."

Eternal allowed a small smile cross his face as he viewed the responses of the Champions at his words, letting them truly sink in. He was powerful without question, but Eternal was by no means a mind reader. He did not need to be to guess the reactions of his warriors. Most were pleased at the mere thought at a perfect world, though some others were skeptical, and some even cynical.

Jetta's face broke out into an elated grin, her eyes practically seeing stars at the entity's words. She clasped her hands together buoyantly, feeling her mood suddenly do a u-turn. A perfect world? Such a thing meant eternal peace—war would literally become a thing of the past, and the thought of that made her heart sing. She still wasn't keen on the fact that violence would have to before they could ultimately achieve such an outcome, but coincided that it was well worth it. She shot R.A.X a happy glance, which he more or less returned. The Cyber-fighter had to admit that a perfect society sounded pretty good. . .one where corrupt managers didn't kill their own clients just to win fucking stupid bets.

He visibly bristled at the memory. It was what brought him here in the first place, and it had left him something of a cynic. Of course, Jetta had managed to allay that bitter way of thinking for the most part, but he'd still forever hate people like his prick of a manager. Jetta's eyes met his for a brief second, and flashed with a sympathetic look that went acknowledged by the Cyber-fighter, who gave a small but genuine nod in thanks, for the gesture.

"Who are Overwatch's greatest enemies, Eternal?" Shadow inquired. Her tone was calm and even, but her anticipatory words all but practically sharpening the sheathed katana that sat diagonally across her back. She was all too ready to begin her new job, even if it was temporary. After all, their enemies were soon to be hers, and she wanted everything she could get on them. It probably came from being a past assassin.

"An organization known as Talon. I feel that it is not my position to provide details of the struggles of other worlds, so I will leave Overwatch to do so. But know this for now—they are undeniably evil, and must be brought to an end for the good of humanity."

Eternal then angled his head slightly downward, turning his gaze particularly on Slash. Even while retaining his high air of professionalism, he allowed a minuscule smile grace his cyan colored features.

"Was that comprehensible enough, Slash?"

In response to the entity's half-quip, the caveman gave a feral and unintelligent sounding grunt and beat himself in the side of the head with his own club rather roughly.

"Overwatch good! Talon bad!" He roared confirmingly.

"Good," The Eternal Champion's smile faded, a slow nod coming afterwards as he now looked upon all 16 warriors. Dipping his head slightly, he effortlessly tapped into his power, starting the dimensional transferring process, slowly whitening their visions in the process.

"You have your instructions. Now you must go, find your new allies, and help restore a new world! Farewell and good luck to you, my Champions. I will be watching over you. . ."

R.A.X half-squinted at the feeling of being transported, the feeling of total weightlessness. His vision was half-washed out by this point, and he glanced over to Jetta, knowing she, along with the other Champions, had to have been feeling similarly. Next to him, he could hear a somewhat stony-looking Jetta muttering something in Russian with such softness, that it was unintelligible. Saw her bright scarlet lips moving. Probably lamenting the nature of the situation. He didn't blame her after all, she was a pacifist, for God's sake. He knew she'd stick to strictly knocking out her enemies, like they did in the contest, but there was a chance she'd have to kill someone in this new universe, and that would tear her apart, even if it was one of these Talon bastards that was being killed. Unfortunately for them, R.A.X had no such issues with dealing a good death blow. Though in truth, he was concerned with how easily they would be 'finding' these Overwatch guys after they'd been transported to God-knows-where within the alternative universe they occupied.

The Cyber-fighter's body was now overtaken with a foreign feeling that made it feel like it no longer existed, his vision now a blinding white as he suddenly felt himself being taken out of the universe he knew and into the world of these new heroes. Into the world of Overwatch.

Author's Note: And that was the end of the first part, my readers! Like I said at the beginning of this chapter, for those of you who just skipped to the end after the 'Overwatch' part of the chapter, I understand, and the next one will once again start out with Overwatch action.

For those who are wondering who is a part of Overwatch as of this story, the answer would be any non-villainous character barring Zenyatta. He will be included in the story, however, and he'll have several appearances throughout, not just a single cameo. I look forward to his interactions with some of the EC characters, as well as other cross-series-interactions (Jetta and Widowmaker, Blast and Junkrat, as well as Tracer and Riptide to name a few).

I also look forward to further developing the friendship between Jetta and R.A.X. They're both two of my favorite EC characters, and the EC manuals (vaguely) state that some of the fighters make friends with one another during the contest, so I figured 'Why not make them inseparable best friends?' I also plan on having Tracer befriend them as well, making it a group of three.

Oh, and regarding the Overwatch heroes' names, yes, I will address them by their codenames when on missions. When not on missions, they'll be referred to as their regular names (ex: Tracer will be Lena, Pharah will be Fareeha, etc.).

So, readers, I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter, and I'll try to get the next up ASAP, and it'll be a giant action scene following the events foreshadowed above, as well as the Champions meeting Overwatch. How will that go? You'll have to wait and see. . .

Reviews are welcome but please, no flames!

-Stefan422