Moira looked up, her eyes narrowing as she spied Angela enter her lab. It was always in the lab these days. In the heat of this most recent omnic wave, Overwatch's guardian angel had little time to improve her field tech, only repair it on the shuttle back before rushing to the med bay to aid those still in critical condition. While that did leave Moira in relative silence to research and tinker with some old prototypes of Angela's, she couldn't help but miss sharing the silence. The two rarely saw eye to eye, but they both sought improvement and discovery.
But now her presence was less welcome. The darkness beneath her eyes had disappeared slightly, but the rumple of her lab coat lead Moira to believe it was not sleeping that had Angela looking so relaxed.
It wasn't just the silence they shared here. They were contradictory in every fashion and yet matched so completely, where combat flowed seamlessly into a dance that neither could stop until both were spent. But it had been some time since they shared the lab.
"Good morning." her tone was clipped as she nodded to the clock, knowing none of the overwatch personnel adhered to the suggestions of the sun. "How is master Shimida?"
"Stable," Angela replied, making her way to stand across from Moira with the barrier of a work table between them.
She rarely bothered to ask how Moira knew about the others. The woman seemed to know everything about the comings and goings of Overwatch without ever leaving her lab except for the occasional power nap. Ever since Angela referred Gabriel to her to oversee his condition, she spent more and more time looking over Genji and the upkeep of his new body. He still couldn't breathe properly without the respiratory mask.
The young man it seemed, found many ways to show his appreciation. But if Moira had to guess, it wasn't enough. For either of them.
"I moved the tools over there if your Caduceus needs-"
"That's not why I'm here."
Moira's mouth dried, hand hanging in the air for a moment still pointing to her tools. Two weeks. Two weeks since Angela had come to the lab, and even longer since they had...shared a debate as it were. But when Moira looked back, Angela's eyes were cast down slightly, fingers loosely steepled as they rested nervously against her abdomen.
"I think...That Genji's combat on the field would be improved...if he were to become more comfortable with his new body."
"And what do you think would speed that process along?"
"You made his body; you know how it works. You would know how to adapt...Please don't make me say it."
"I'm not the one mixing her samples."
Even if she were blind, Moira could have sensed the shift in Angela's...priorities. Reyes wore his feelings on his shoulder, and the two weeks were restless for them both. But it was in these areas only that Gabe was less confrontational, preferring to leave things as they were. Moira straightened her back slightly, glancing to the shelf where she kelp Genji's blueprints. It could certainly be done. But the real question was whether Moira had any dignity left to spare refusing her.
"Don't say it like that. It's not the same thing, you know that." Moira could hear Angela's voice by her shoulder before she even felt the woman's voice. She didn't try to get closer, twine her fingers with Moira's or ply her with sweet words; she was smarter than that, after all. She knew such things weren't effective.
Their relationship was not a healthy one, fueled by fierce debate, arguments over morality that became so heated the flame could only be exhausted by other means; Flirtation and gentle caresses worked on Angela's other lovers. Her simpler ones.
Was that why she spent so much time with him? Too spent from the crisis to waste energy on something more challenging? Moira couldn't help but wonder, a barrier of empty space filling between them once more as she took out a notebook, brainstorming the design. Dignity, it seemed, was a scarce war-time ration.
"Don't tell him to expect an exact match. I'm sure you will thank me for disregarding his former measurements, anyway."
Angela blushed at that, but rushed forward to embrace Moira who quickly twisted, turning it into a kiss so fierce Angela would not be able to mistake or her true feelings on the matter. Gasping as Moira's knee pressed into her core the reactions she could pull were instantaneous and it was clear Angela did not go to Shimada for a certain gratification Moira could achieve more thoroughly. That only soured her mood more and she pulled away enough to leave Angela gasping for breath.
"If you are going to bother me with such irregular visits, I would ask you to notify me ahead of time. We are all working to combat this latest wave of omnics and I won't expend my precious leisure time assisting you with one of your many other dalliances."
It was cruel to say, but no more so than Angela asking her assistance in this of all things; their relationship was as egalitarian as it was toxic.
Angela looked down again as she untangled herself, fixing her clothes for the second time that day. "That's probably best then, Doctor."
Moira heard the door slam once more. Getting a rise out of her used to be quite fun.
When she pictured war being hell, designing prosthetic cocks had never come to mind. But this felt a dead ringer for what was surely waiting for her should any dullahan be so lucky as to take her head.
She tried to keep writing, but her hands were the only thing to give away her emotions. That vile jealousy picking at her like so many crows. With a curse she tossed the notebook aside and turned to her computer to write there. She redirected her anger to some other task, planning the prosthetic in the back of her mind where it wouldn't bother her so much. Nothing by her hands would be anything less than ground-breaking.
That night she dreamt of Genji in the form of a crow, preening as Angela lavished him with attention. There was something in his beak. Moira tried to see, but squinting sent blinding pain through her head. Before she woke up, the thing became clear. It was a blood red eye.