Author's (Alec) Notes: Thank you everyone who is coming over from our last fanfic and welcome to everyone who is new. This story will be short, 5-7 short chapters. It will officially start and end from August 15 - September 3rd. These are the same dates as our road trip and so our exact posting dates are up in the air. This first chapter is not part of the road trip so we decided to give it as an intro and a test to see how we do with shorter chapters.
Disclaimer: We do not own Overwatch.
Chapter 1: Night's Crossing
As night begins two prominent members of a large company, Amélie and Gérard Lacroix had been invited to a party being thrown in celebration of their business' move from New York to Los Angeles.
In their bedroom at the couple's mansion, the two took their time getting ready, preparing for a long night of celebration and successful bouts of networking, all the while presenting the most put together and glamorous appearance that two foreigners could conjure in the heart of LA.
Amélie had zipped up her dress a time ago, allowing the long, black, silky material to cling at her waist and thighs before going lax just above her knees, allowing the fabric to pool just about her feet. Following the dips and curves from her hips to her chest, the dress ended flat across in a folded neckline, exposing the prominent features of her collarbones. Hanging just slightly off the top of her attire sat thin strips of fabric that hung loosely off her shoulders. With her dark hair done in an updo and the last of her makeup had been applied to the striking features of her face, the woman now occupied herself with focusing on her husband's attire.
Per typical, Gérard had spent only a fraction of this time tending to his own looks, favoring the detailing of his gelled back hair and the slight trimming and adjusting of his well groomed pencil mustache. His tuxedo was nothing simple, yet in the same breath, nothing complicated or distinct, it fit him well.
With long, painted nails, Amélie grasped for the material of the silk black bowtie, adjusting it slightly as she pulled the fabric into place. "Do you think that this is a good idea?" She asked, words draped in the accent of her voice.
"A little too late to change our minds now, don't you think, ma chérie?" He asked, a smirk playing about his features. The worried look caused for a matter of concern as Gérard wrapped his arms around the indent of her waist, pulling her a bit closer as his fingertips wrapped around the silky material. "As long as I have you, I know we can get through anything."
Amélie returned his smile, leaning up a bit to connect their lips in a kiss that lasted a matter of moments. "You can be so cheesy sometimes. You know that?" She asked.
The corners of Gérard's lips only turned up more, creating a slight crinkle around the corners of his eyes. "Only sometimes?"
Before Amélie could conjure a response, their personal assistant entered the room, making her first appearance of the night. "The limo has arrived."
He gave a wave of his hand, dismissing the other woman. "Thank you, Danielle. I don't know what we would do without you." The tone of his voice reeked of a disinterested sarcasm as he paid little attention, the brunette politely departing a matter of moments afterward.
Amélie arched her eyebrow as her eyes drifted from the woman to her husband. "You really should be nicer to her."
"What are you talking about? I'm always so kind to her." He said simply before the couple departed down the stairs, swiftly getting into the limo before making their way to the awaiting venue.
As the hours of the night grew and the haze of the darkened sky poked between the yellow and white lights of the outside buildings, Amélie couldn't help but continue that uneasy feeling she had experienced early on. The initial introductions of arrival came and went as Gérard had been greeted by various company from other nearby businesses. He had slipped away into the night a bit ago, leaving the dark haired woman amongst people of scattered knowledge. With the material of her wineglass having turned warm over time as the dark red liquid was slowly drained, she couldn't help but feel left out of place. With conversations subtly avoided, favoring small talk and upfront avoidance with small but well placed excuses, Amélie favored sips and staring out the across window, waiting for Gérard to come back to her. Soon her tolerance had left her, leaving the woman to place her drink down on a side table with a slight clink before slipping into the crowd.
Narrowed eyes scanned over faces as she looked amongst the smattering of people, recognition failing her. She freely walked through the venue as she searched, only stopping occasionally as she came unto familiar faces of what could be best described as business acquaintances. Upon questioning of Gérard's location, each man gave a slight shrug or denial of viewing, leaving Amélie without any knowledge of his existence for at least an hour. Where had that man gone?
With the main room coming to an end, she continued on, following one of the double doors into an adjoining corridor, it's lighting proving to be far less to couple its lack of party goers and miss of general foot traffic. The hall stretched for just a little ways, its walls peppered with a couple of windows and a few doors left ajar, giving light to the darkened rooms inside. Amélie paid no attention to these as she continued down, her sights locked on to the single door at the end of the hallway; the only closed one.
Her fingers wrapped around the curved handle, pulling it down as the door swung open into the inky darkness of the room. Warm yellow illumination filled the open space in a column, cutting through the space and giving light to the sight of a figure's back and mixed limbs.
The dark blue material of the woman's dress had been pulled down and loosened, leaving it bunched up around her hips due to an unzipped zipper, exposing the pale skin of her now exposed back. Long brown hair had been swept to the side as the locks cascaded over her right shoulder, the blush pink of her shoulders standing out in the light. Amélie recognized her assistant, Danielle, in an instant. It took a few moments for the couple inside to realize the door had opened, leaving a matter of seconds as realization washed over them, sending both members into a hurry as exposed skin was covered and heads were turned to face the interruption.
Their faces were turned in a hurry, cheeks red and anxieties set arise. The assistant was the first to catch light of the intruder, looking over her shoulder as her fingers flew to grab fistfulls of her dress, pulling it back up to her previously exposed chest. Her eyes behind wired glasses were wide with the expected shock and immediate terror that came with being caught. The pink of her applied lip color was smeared and partially removed, giving sight to a pair of kiss stained lips.
Her partner took just moments longer to realize, his head rising up from its previous place about the woman's collarbone. His styled, inky locks were pushed back out of his face, giving a mostly kept appearance save for a few strands that slipped out of their prison. The adjoining color from his partner's lipstick was peppered about his face, streaking across his neck and lightly staining his lips. Amélie's heart nearly stopped in its chest as her eyes raked across the details of his face, the ever familiar sight of that well groomed pencil mustache being the cause.
His lips parted as if to explain himself, but this action was not taken in favor. Amélie turned on her heel never looking back. Each step became longer as the strides became rushed, heels hitting the floor hard as the initial walk soon turned into a sprint. With her mind clouded and fuzzy with the mixture of emotions that tried to surface, the idea of just escaping as fast as possible became the most accessible mean of action as she rushed through the halls and down the couple flights of stairs that had lead her to the main venue. With open palms shoving open the double glass doors, a rush of cold night air hit her, causing the light hair on her arms to raise.
Amélie shivered as she took a step down off of the curb and slightly into the street, sticking a hand out towards the rush of oncoming traffic, signaling for the first taxi to see her. She could not stand being there for one more second.
In a matter of moments, a cab from just a lane over swerved slightly, pulling up to the sidewalk just in front of her. Sporting the familiar orange-yellow finish from the bottom of the vehicle's windows to the roof, from the tire well up, a sapphire blue decorated the car's main body, the two colors split by a strip of white and yellow checkers. Shaky, spindly fingers reached for the handle, pulling it open as she slid into the material of the cheap faux leather seats, taking little time to shut the door behind her. She was still shaking slightly, both from the cold and the rush of emotions that had yet to bubble over.
The driver gave a partial look over her shoulder, her brown eyes connecting with Amélie's as she was getting acquainted in the slightly cramped space. A small smile pulled at her pink lips as she slid open the window of the plexiglass divider between them. "Where can I take you, love?" She asked, words heavily accented in a tone distinctly of English origin.
At this point, Amélie did not know. She had not gotten this far in the clouded and confused mess that was her current mental state. With emotions high and thoughts in no way organized, she managed to choke out a location. "New York."
Lena couldn't help but smile a little, clearly taken aback by the location. "Alright then." She said, her tone more questioning than anything else. "Which airport are you needing?"
"No, just drive." She needed to get away from it all. Leave this city and move back to the familiar. "Take me to New York."
Hearing this just caused an air of annoyance in the driver. She made a quick glance at the dashboard's clock before turning around to face the woman. "I get off in an hour. Look, I get that you're upset. I get that. I just-" Her words were cut off as the haziness of the other's eyes caught her off guard, the reflections of the city lights illuminating the developing tears that threatened to spill.
"I'll pay you, just please." Amélie began, words quieter this time as her voice choked, struggling to work through the heavy emotion of it all that still played in her head. "Take me to New York."
Lena just nodded in agreement, allowing the other woman to have her way. I'll just drive a bit in that direction. She can't be serious after all, she tried to reason with herself in her head. She'll have me take her to an airport or back here within an hour. I'm sure of it.
With a few presses of her finger pad to the screen of her phone, New York was soon a programmed route on her phone as the device was placed into its holder on the dashboard. Travel time: 40 hours.
Dear God, I hope she does.
Author's (Kate) Notes: I can't believe we're writing this story. It started as a joke and Alec was all like 'yea sure let's do it'. Incredible.
Alec again. We will be posting pictures of our roadtrip and complaining about the drive on twitter PSH_Stories.
