I walked backwards until my back hit the smooth medical bay wall, my breath hitching in my throat as he effortlessly cleared the distance and closed the space between us with easy stride; our chests touching. His was bare and slick with oil and my lips quivered as he leant down to my height and kissed them hungrily, his strong robotic arm holding me impossibly close as I squirmed awkwardly.

"Again?" I breathed, cheeks red as he pulled back and smirked down at me. "I'm a Dr, this isn't what I signed up for...I did it once but I don't want to do this for everyone-ahh!"

He hushed me effectively as his free hand found my trousers and began to pull down at my belt. He kissed me once more, this time running a tongue down my neck slowly, his chin bristles all too apparent and making my legs weak. He chucked low in my ear.

"Darlin' you're a glorified plaything... Now get on that massage table and let me relieve some stress..."

...

Before we get started, I'm going to try to make this clear, I'm not a slut... I swear.

Far from it in fact, I had my first kiss when I was 12 with my neighbour at my birthday party and my second when I was 20 on a drunken dare in collage. I don't even remember them!

You see, I went to medical school for 6 years and in that time I think I had sex 2 times...and that's being very generous to my case. If anything I'm naive to this kind of thing. Let's not even get started on the fact I've never been in a real relationship before, never had a girlfriend or boyfriend...heck I'm not even sure which side of the fence I sit on regarding gender preference, if I have any at all! I'm not a bad looking guy by far, in fact, I personally think I'm quiet handsome. I'm 5.8 and in fantastic shape due to the military, I have perfectly smooth clear skin... my hair is as soft and brown as my eyes. My face is symmetrical, I'm clean shaven...I'm a nice, friendly guy, the kind you'd be happy to take home to your parents! Trust me, I don't mean to sound like I'm writing out a dating profile or anything. I'm not being cocky or vain but there's really nothing wrong with me, no webbed feet or roaring temper...I'm just...busy.

I'm a 25 year old man and I am a fully qualified military Doctor with a masters in physiotherapy and a PHD in psychology... so yeah, I've been busy...

Yet I still thought I was far too under qualified, almost not worthy when I received a letter from Dr. Angela Ziegler herself offering me a position to work under her on the old Overwatch base. I didn't think twice, I left my current military post to join these vigilantly wold savers straight away, who wouldn't?

When your childhood heroes call for your help, those same heroes who ended a war and inspired you to go to medical school in the first place, when they call you run at that kind of chance...

A chance to be part of something bigger then yourself, a chance to help rebuild after the Omnic Crisis and bring joy to the world once more, even if that meant doing it in the blind eye of the government.

So I joined.

I guess that was when everything slowly started to fall apart around me because trust me, I am the last person who should be in this kind of situation. I don't even know how to get into this situation on my own...

...

"Good afternoon Dr. Ziegler, I've got those files you requested." I greet her with a smile as I enter, her back is to me as she stares out of her medical bay widow at the gym below, I continue forward around the shiny medical equipment and place the stack of papers on her desk before shoving my hands into my lab coat and joining her at the large clear glass. She was watching Mccree, Soldier 76 and Reinhardt work out, monitoring their body movements from a distance after their recent mission. I joined her and she turned to smile at me.

"Ah, thank you- you have been such a large help Dr. Winters." She grasped my shoulder affectionately and turned to head back to her desk and begin inspecting the newly acquired papers.

"It was no problem at all, I think everyone on base has signed them." I confirm, turning back to the window and watching. I had only been working for Dr. Ziegler for a few weeks now, but it was so easy to pick up her habits when you enjoy what you do- and the company you work for. I hadn't really met everyone yet or really had a chance to shine, but I was happy and it was only early on, I'm sure I'll find my feet soon.

"Excellent, this will certainly go a long way in helping out the Overwatch. I'm just sorry you had to wait so long, you know soldiers and their knack for paperwork." She joked and I frowned, spinning to face curiously.

"Me?" I asked and she nodded.

"Of course, I didn't hire you to be my assistant Scott. Your history records regarding mental and physical treatments regarding stress on military personnel are incredible, I have a use for you." She explained and I feel my ears go pink at the compliment.

"Thank you ma'am, but it's nothing special. All diagrams, timetables and remedial appointments cycled through personnel according to their level of need." I shrug, walking over to her desk to join her.

"You have a gift, I would like to be selfish and use it." She circles her desk and hands me back the stack of filled papers. "This Overwatch is not like the last, we are few and we are more vulnerable then ever. We are old and I want to make sure no one is left hurt because of that."

I inspect the papers, they are all signed documents of agreement for stress and psychological treatments administered by one Dr. S Winters. Me.

"You will start straight away, I've had the second medical bay cleaned and refitted for your needs." She continued with a smile. "I want these soldiers in perfect fighting shape, mentally and physically. Anything they need, want or request- I want it fulfilled 100%. This is an uncertain time for us all but I know you will adhere to the task with vigorous determination." She patted me on the shoulder and returned to her window.

I swallowed, my hands holding the papers a bit more tightly. I smiled.

"Thank you Dr. Ziegler, I won't let you down!"

Little did I know I would be getting in over my head in the biggest way possible.

...

I'm going to hopefully make my way through most of the characters excluding the ones in cannon relationships. (Maybe)