AUTHOR'S NOTE

This is another lemon/comedy featuring my own Overwatch headcanon. YES. HEADCANON. A world where they all live together, and all the lore nearly exits through the giant gaping hole where the single player campaign should be… (This piece will include most pre-game lore, though) If you LOVE the characters, and want more of them despite the lack of canon material: WELCOME. PREPARE TO BE ENTERTAINED.

MOTHER BEAR

Young Jack Morrison X Young Ana Amari

A raging omnic swung his clanking metal arm at Jack. His weapon was out of ammo, which was strange. He ignored the obvious plot limitations of his power, and smacked it the butt of his gun.

The impact destroyed his tool, but it would take more to take out an omnic. How could he have been so careless? He had left on his own to scout out the perimeter, and his team wasn't quite experienced enough to deal with real threats yet either…

Was this the end? To a random grunt of the enemy? A bullet ripped through the air to pierce the machine's central computing system. Saved.

Ana's scope glistened in a nearby tower as Jack turned to see where the shot had been delivered. The handsome young Jack smiled, unable to see her, but knowing she would see him.

She smiled back, relaxed by his bright expression. "Hostile detected!" Another omnic screeched behind her. Ana, startled, backflipped to the entrance. Now viewing the rear of the robot, she quickscoped her enemy.

The omnic fell with a thud. Relieved, the Egyptian sighed. Jack was alive, she was alive, two safe. "Now for the rest." Ana thought.

Jack, defenseless, took to the shadows, literally. When he scrunched into a crouch, he heard scratchy breathing beside him. The shadows were very dark, so he couldn't make out who or what was next to him.

An omnic? "Hey Jack." Gabriel greeted. Jack and Gabriel weren't on the best of terms at the moment, so you have to understand why Jack didn't reply right away. "Gabriel? What are you doing here? And why the breathing?" Jack asked, confused.

"The breathing? I was practicing. Also, what the fuck are you doing here you aryan little shit? This is a Blackwatch mission!" Gabriel said. A Blackwatch mission? How could that be? This was a job for his team…

"No, the higher ups gave this one to me. We were supposed to capture the leader who tried to harness the omnics instead of kill them…" Jack told him. "We were told to assassinate him." Gabriel said, with an edgy and low tone.

"Kill him? Me and the others came to put him into custody!" Jack said, upset with the complex orders. "And who's we? I only see… Well, I only hear you. It's awfully dark in these undefined and out of place shadows."

Jesse McCree lit his cigar, lighting up the room they were in. Well, "room". It was much more like a nook underneath where many jackets bearing the insignia '76' hung. "Howdy, boys." Jesse said with an annoying twang.

"We." Gabriel repeated. Annoyed at his sarcasm, Jack left the small place they were in. He opened the door, and stepped out of the wooden closet. "Well, that asshole omnic-lover isn't going to kill himself." Gabriel said, following Jack out of the closet.
Jesse snickered at the situation, seemingly the only one aware. "Come on, cowboy. Let's get a move on Mr. Eastwood." Gabriel urged. "Nah, I'll stay here thanks. You two have fun outside the closet."