"Desmond!"

Who's that? Why are they calling me?

"Desmond! Please Wake Up"

Wake up? Am I dreaming?

"DESMOND!"


"No!" I sat up sweating and breathing heavily. I took a couple minutes to calm down before scanning my surroundings. I was back in my ship's cabin. I sighed and got out of bed. I took a quick shower before getting dressed in my navy blue jumpsuit. As I walked out, I looked towards the clock

'6:23' I opened my cabin hatch and walked down the hall towards another hatch that led outside. As I opened it, the cold morning wind blew in waking me up. I took a moment to stretch before going up to the mess hall for breakfast.

Once I entered the mess hall, I looked around to find it nearly empty on about five guys eating and other two guy talking. I walked toward the ship's cook and grabbed a paper plate

"Mornin' Des!" He smiled at me while grabbing 2 sausages and hard eggs and dropping on my plate

"Morning John" I said tiredly, the cook, John, chuckled "Better get your energy up, today's a special day for you"

I grabbed a metal cup and filled it with coffee then looked at John with amused expression
"Big day for her you mean, I'm just the copilot. Not really flying the damn thing"

John laughed "Maybe next time eh!" I smiled at him before sitting down on an empty table. I did my morning breakfast ritual: Sigh, take a sip of coffee, start eating. Today IS a big day. Not only for me but for my pilot also. Today is the day we're going to test fly the prototype teleporting jet called The Slipstream. Overwatch says the prototype should be safe to fly but my gut tells me otherwise. That dream that I had also didn't help the situation. I've had dreams like this in the past and it usually did end badly. The last time I had a horrible feeling in my gut was in New York, I was on a train headed towards Manhattan, I got off and a day later I found out the train had derailed into a river. No matter what specialist agent or Overwatch scientist says, teleportation is never guaranteed to be a 100% safe thing. The voice. In the dream it almost sounded lik-

"Didn't ya mum ever tell not to play wit' ya food" I felt the table shift slightly. I looked up and across from me was my Pilot, Lena 'Tracer' Oxton. She smiled at me "Mornin' love!" I smiled back her before looking back down. You see when it comes to Lena, you get to know her enough she'll know if something was wrong and unfortunately for me, she was my pilot and close friend.

"Somethin' wrong love?" I looked back at her to see she dropped her smile and looked at me with a worried expression. I sighed and smile

"No. Just agitated that i'm not hungry. Need this energy for today ya know" I kinda felt bad for lying today cause I knew she would never do that if our roles were reversed but it did seem to work, he mood instantly returned.

"Oh c'mon ya big baby, we'll just be flying a jet so don't worry abou' it, and take it from me, I'm chosen to fly the first eva' teleporting jet!" She yelled. I laughed as I got up and threw away the remain of my food along with my paper plate.

"The only reason they picked you was because you forced them by yelling at them, and don't forget I'm your copilot" I said with a grin as I walked toward the exit. Tracer ran up and poked me on the chest

"That is not true! I was chosen cause' they saw my potential" She said with pride, I smiled and shook my head.

"I'm going to get more shut eye, wake me up when it's time for our flight" She nodded her head with a salute

"Aye ay, capn'"


"Desmond"

It's happening again.

"Desmond WAKE UP"

I jerked instantly up in cold sweat.

"Ya alrigh' love?" I look to my left to see Lena in her blue flight suit with the scarf. I nodded and sighed as I pull the covers. I went to the washroom to change into my flight suit. Before I left I washed my face and looked at myself in the mirror.

'It's time. It'll be alright. Lena and I will be both alright' A banging came on the other side of the hatch door.

"C'mon Des! The cap'n might cancel our flight if we're late!" I washed my face one more time before drying it and opening the hatch

"Ya all set?" I nodded. We left the cabin and headed to the flight deck. When we surfaced there were other crew members in a formation making a path for us and at the end was the Captain of the ship and behind him was The Slipstream. As we walked we heard some cheers and Lena happily returned them while I continuously tried to convince myself it'll be alright. That bad feeling was getting more intense as I walked closer to the jet. Lena nudged me, and looked up to see the captain was looking at me.

"Well Lieutenant?" He looked at me waiting for a response. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't respond so I simply said a robotic line.

"Yes Sir!" He nodded and smiled before moving out of the way to let us through towards the jet. We continued to walk forward until we reached the ladder up the cockpit. Lena got in first then I came and sat in the copilot's seat which was behind her seat.

"Ya alrigh' love? You seem out of it" She asked as she strapped herself into the seat and putting on her flight helmet. I did the same.

"Yea I'll be fine, what did the captain ask?" Lena turned her head towards me with a raised eyebrow.

"He asked if you think the Slipstream will have a successful flight" I sighed in relief "Why? Though' it was somethin' important?" She laughed as she powered up the engines. I sighed as I ran through the pre-flight checklist. We turned on our communication headsets.

"Engine status?"

"Hot and Ready!" I laughed

"Just like you" Lena went silent though the radio as I realized what I just said "That's not what I meant, you're not hot and ready. I mean you're not ugly either- What I meant was- you know what never mind" Lena giggled

"Fuel?"

"Full!"

"Flaps?"

"Up all the way! Well not all the way but ready for lift off!"

"Radios?"

"It's sthhsh not shjshhs, just kidding they work great!

"Alright last thing, is the teleportation matrix charged?"

"I uhh.. What?" I leaned forward next to her seat

"That glowing thing between your legs"

"So that's what it is!" You smiled and leaned back but you couldn't help but notice the bad feeling is stronger than ever

"Alright, I'll radio us in" I pressed a button on my helmet and started to speak

"Slipstream to Tower, Slipstream to Tower, engines are fired up and we are ready for take off" I listened to the static waiting for the tower to respond

"Tower copies Slipstream, green light" I turned it off and patted Lena on the shoulder in response she started to throttle up causing the jet to rise up in the air.

"Vertical take-off is working!" She yelled. I flinched as the static filled my ears "Oops, sorry!" I looked back at the ship before looking back at the screen which provided the status of the jet. Everything was green but still that bad feeling lingered. "

"Tower to Slipstream, full throttle, time to test the teleportation matrix"

I moved my hand to pat Lena on the shoulder to signal full throttle but I hesitated. Lena didn't have access to long range comms so she didn't hear the Control Tower, it was my job to notify her but if I do this bad feeling might come true. If I don't I'll probably be removed from the flight program and they'll try it again. Lena noticed my hand near her shoulder and looked back at me

"Everything alrigh'?" I just looked at her

"Tower to Slipstream, green light full throttle"

"Des?" Lena looked at me worriedly. It's just a feeling, everything will be alright. I nodded

"Full Throttle" She kept looking at me before turning around. I noticed she hesitated but pushed the throttle up. The matrix came to life and the jet started to violently shake. I heard a beeping in my headset and looked down at the status of the ship. Everything! it's all red!

"LENA CUT IT CUT IT!" She looked at me then realized something wasn't right. She reached for the throttle but as soon as she touched it the Maxtrix started to spark and an explosion was heard from the back. The back of the jet had an internal explosion, stress from the engine cause it to blow

"LEAN SHUT IT OF-" I was cut off when another explosion sounded and sent shrapnel into the back of the cockpit hitting my chest and neck. Lena's eyes widened and again reached for the throttle but it was too late the teleportation matrix ignited next her and she disappeared. The jet was having mini electronic surges shocking me. I moved my arm to the emergency eject but when I pulled it, it didn't work. I tried again and another explosion sounded. Hitting my arms.

"SLIPSTR-eggrr-, -fhfhd-ND BACK grehsehRGENCY CR-grdyiyt- -dhd-RE ON STAND BY"

I couldn't speak, my arms couldn't move, and there was shrapnel inside my chest. Yep. I'm gonna die. I used my other arm and released my harness. I yelled or whatever that was and lunged forward. Landing on the pilot's seat, I re-positioned myself then pulled the throttle down and shut all engines off. I used the throttle to steer myself back toward the ship's landing tarmac. Without even releasing my landing gear, I landed the jet and it slid across the tarmac leaving jet fuel and parts behind. Once the jet stopped I heard banging and the cockpit canopy blew off. I heard yelling. Lots of yelling. The crewmen pulled me out of the jet and placed me on a stretcher.

With my throat damaged, I mumbled about Lena. The medic must have understood because he looked at me with pity.

"Don't worry, you'll be alright" That's a lie. It's what Doctors say when you know you're not going to be. I should've never gave that go ahead. I knew. I knew and I let it happen. Now, Lena's dead. I had the choice to stop it but I didn't. I just wish I could rewind time.


ALRIGHT! This was just my darker-ish view on Tracer's accident. Although this was just a test I would be more than happy to make a second chapter of heck make this into a full story! I made some stuff up here just for the sake of story, like for example a copilot or just Lena disappearing when in fact the whole jet did. If this does turn into a full story just know The Slipstream will return! Possible some Iron Man suits. Maybe. That's not a bad idea actually.