Here is chapter one. Hope you all enjoy this. Remember there will not be any gay/lesbo ships and Tracer will be straight in this story even though she is a lesbo cannon. It's just not my cup of tea. I don't want to hear complaints or people bitching wbout it. My story. My rules. Don't like it then oh well. Sorry. Second. I will be making a few small changes to a few other things to help what I have planned run a bit smoother. Anyway. If you are able to get passed that then you will find a very enjoyable Overwatch fanfic. If you enjoy this chapter drop a vote and/or a comment. Means a lot. Anyway. Onto the chapter.)

Tracer

Tracer was the first person to reach Watchpoint Gibratler after the Overwatch recall eas initiated by Winston. Since she was the first one to respond Winston was able to pick her up in one of the drop ships. On their way back to the watchpoint the pair came across Reaper and Widowmaker trying to steal the doomfist gauntlet. Of course Tracer and Winston couldn't let that happen. Reaper and Widowmaker are dangerous as is and with the gauntlet. They'd be even more dangerous. So after an intense battle Winston and Tracer were able to force Widowmaker and Reaper to retreat. Of course with the help of someone willing to stand up and do what is right.

Now Tracer was in Winstons lab. She sat crosslegged on the floor watching her friend move back and forth across the lab as he continued to work on his shield generator. Tracer was wearing a short sleeve red shirt she usually wore when running. Of course over her shirt was her chronal accelerator. She also had on white running shorts that ended at her mid thigh. Her favorite jacket and orange goggles were on her lap and her head was in her hands with a bored expression on her face. Her hair was in its usual style.

Winston stopped moving around and he stood at his work table with the shield generator device in his right hand. She looked up at him and she blinked behind him.

"How's the shield generator love?" She asked them. This of course startled the scientist who accidentally dropped the device.

"Lena." He said snapping at her. Of course she jumped back not expecting him to snap at her and she blinked back to her original spot. She looked down at the floor as she mumbled.

"Sorry." She said. "Didn't mean to make you drop it." She added. Winston inspected the device found no damage to it. "I'm sorry as well Lena." He said as he set the device down and he walked towards her. "Didn't mean to snap at you. I wasn't angry with you. I was angry at myself. I still haven't gotten the blasted thing to work." He said as he walked up to her and he put his right hand gently onto her head and he messed up her hair. This caused her to blink only to then end up on the gorillas back with a laugh.

"Don't you have anything better to do than to bother an old scientist?" He asked her as he walked back to the table with the female still riding his back.

"Nope." She said popping the p with another laugh.

"Explore the base?" Winston asked her. "Already did that. Twice." Was her reply.

"Run laps? Look at your room? Check your locker? Go to the shooting range?" He asked Tracer.

"Done. Done. Done. Twice to make sure I didn't forget anything. And you know my pistols aren't very accurate and that I don't have the time to aim. It's blink. Hold. Spray. Pray. Blink again." Tracer said.

"Fair point." Winston said as he felt the light female slide down his back. She picked up her goggles and jacket and put them both on.

"Where are you going?" He asked her. "Into town for a bit. Just to get out of your fur and to also possibly find a way to entertain myself." She paused before asking her next question. "Has... has anyone else answered the call?" She asked Winston and deep down she was fearing that his response would be no.

He smiled at her gently as he turned to face her. "Yes. McCree. Mercy. Trobjorn. And Reinhardt." He said. "Total of six of us."

"We will have to make due." Tracer said. "Later love. Get that generator working." She said before she blinked out of the room.

She was in no rush and just walked the rest of the way to her room. She walked into it and she closed the door behind her.

Her room wasn't big but it certainly wasn't small either. It had a good amount of space. There was a queen sized bed as well as a brown dresser with four draws. A night stand next to her bed which held a lamp that was off as well as her pistols. Next was a desk which matched the dresser. And last was a white shelf next to the dresser that had three models of different planes. She was a pilot after all.

She tossed her goggles and jacket onto the bed and she walked to the dresser. She opened up the second drawer and she pulled out her folded orange getup. The one she usually wore. She unfolded them and then placed them on the bed. She closed the door and she placed her hands over her chronal accelerator. Her hands were shaking at this point. This device is what kept her anchored to the present. Without it she'd end up god knows where and god knows when. Then when she was in the present she was a ghost and unable to control it.

"Come on Lena. You can do this." She said to herself as she began to slowly remove the chronal accelerator with her hands shaking the entire time. Deep down she was afraid. Winston had told her that it was fine to remove the device as long as she remained close to it. She believed him and never doubted him but there was still that deep down fear that the device would malfunction and she'd dissappear again. She's already done it twice. Once during the test of the slipstream. The second time was during the fight with Doomfist. She didn't want it to happen again. The thought if it happening terrified her.

She finally got it off and she placed it onto her bed. She removed her shirt and shorts and then put on her usual orange outfit as fast as she could. Once she was dressed she put the chronal accelerator back on and once it was on she let out a breath she didn't notice she was holding.

She sighed in relief once more as she put her pilot jacket back on as well as her goggles. She walked into the bathroom and looked at the mirror. She was mostly satisfied with her appearance until she looked at her hair. She ran her hands through her hair so it didn't look as out of place.

Now satisfied with her appearance she blinked out of the bathroom and towards the door. She walked back to her pistols and she grabbed them and then placed them into the inside of her jacket.

"Just in case." She said to herself as she blinked back to the door. She opened it and walked out closing the door behind her.

She did a mix of walking and blinking her way to hanger. Once there she walked towards one of the fighters docked in the hanger.

"Athena. Open hanger doors." She said as she climbed the ladder towards the cockpit. She got inside the cockpit and the ladder recalled itself into the fighter and the glass closed down sealing the pilot inside.

"Hanger doors open." A female voice said throughout the hanger.

"Thank you Athena." Tracer said as she went through her preflight checklist making sure everything was in working order.

"You are welcome Lena." Athena said before the comms started beeping inside the fighter. Then Winston appeared on one of the screens.

"What are you doing Lena?" Came Winston's voice over the fighters comms.

"Hey there love. Just getting out of your fur as I told you earlier." She said with a smile as she grabbed the helmet from her side and she put it on.

He let out a sigh before replying. "Just... just be careful and don't get into trouble." He said to her.

"Oh Winston. You know I'm always careful. When do I ever get into trouble?" She said to him.

"Do I really need to answer that question Lena?" He asked her.

"Fair point. Later love. Be back soon." Tracer said with a wave of her hand.

"Lena wait..." but Winston never got to finish as she ended the comm line.

"Now let's get this bird in the air." She said as she moved the fighter forward lining it up with the hanger doors. Once it was lined up she activated the thrusters. A few seconds later the fighter jet launched out of the hanger bay like a bullet. Once the jet was out the hanger doors closed behind her. She began to gain altitude and then pressed a few buttons on the console.

"Cloaking device activitied." The jets computer voice said and the fighter vanished from the human eye.

"Now lets have some fun. It's been a while since I've been in one of these." She said to herself as she began doing barrel rolls ar high speed. Her laughs could be heard throughout the cockpit as she flew.

About an hour and a half later Tracer landed the cloaked fighter jet about half an hour in a small clearing surrounded by trees.

The ladder dropped down and the she jumped out of the jet and she landed gently on her feet. The ladder recalled and the cockpit closed and the jet cloaked itself again.

"Alright." She said to herself. "Let's not lose another cloaked jet." She said to herself as she turned around and she blinked away. Within minutes she walked into the small town that would have taken an hour to get to. She would have taken longer but her chronal accelerator had to recharge twice.

She strolled into the small town and a immediately a few people recognized her. She ignored the few stares she got as she walked around a few of the shops. She thought she'd get a few things for herself as well as a few things for Winston as an apology.

The first store she walked into was basically a store that just sold random items. Tracer continued to recieve a few more looks from people but she ignored them as she walked up and down the rows of shelves looking at various items from repair parts to books to children's toys to games be it electronic or board as well as a few more random items. She then noticed something that made her stop. She looked at it and then giggled as she grabbed the item. It was a banana phone case.

"Perfect." She said. "Winston is going to love this."

Another half hour went by and after finding nothing else in the store she walked up to the counter to purchase the item. Another minute later and she was out of the store. She was now walking outside and came across a clothing shop. She walked inside and walked to female section.

She looked at the shirts for about twenty minutes and stopped. She set down the bag that had the banana phone case and she grabbed a shirt that caught her eye. This one was a grey shirt with a fighter jet in the middle. It had the word "fly" above the jet and under it there was another word, "high".

The shirt looked to fit her so she held it in her left hand and she picked up the bag she had previously set on the floor.

"I wonder if they have any more shirts like this." She said to herself as shs continued to look at the clothes. Twenty minutes and a few blinks later she found two more shirts. One was a sleevless workout blue shirt. The second was more of a casual shirt. A long sleeve, plain black shirt.

She walked around the store some more with the shirts and the bag with the gift for Winston. She found the hat section and quickly found two hats. One was white with a plane on it and of course Tracer grabbed it as well as a black one with a banana on it.

"Winston is going to love these." She said to herself with a small laugh. She walked to the front and payed for the item.

The British female soon found herself back outside now holding three bags of items purchased. Her next stop was a food market.

Once there she grabbed hover cart. It was basically a shopping cart but it hovered. After that she made her way to the fruit section and grabbed a few bananas with another small laugh from her as she walked away. Then she made her way to the aisle with peanut butter. The other items were joke gifts. This would be her real gift towards her friend. She placed three jars of peanut butter all of them with honey added for flavor.

Now that was taken care of for Winston she walked around with the hover cart and was looking for anything for herself.

She went to the cold section and was looking at the ice cream. She grabbed a half gallon tub of cookies and cream ice cream.

"Time to treat myself." She said as she placed it on the hover cart and she began pushing it back to the front. The lady at the register gave her a weird look at the contents of the cart and Tracer just returned a smile with a friendly wave.

Once that was done she began to try to arrange all the bags she could carry them.

Once she managed to hold them all, which did take a few tries, the now slightly annoyed British female began walking down the road looking at more stores.

With nothing catching her eye she turned around and began to walk out of the town. Once out of the town she made sure she had a good grip on the bags and she began to blink back to the cloaked fighter stopping ever few minutes to make sure she was going the right way.

She finally made it to the clearing but she miscalculated where the jet was. She blinked forward and was meet with the metal side of the cloaked fighter. The impact was strong enough to knock her to the ground and the part that was hit was breifly visible until it cloaked again. She landed on the ground with a wince.

"Rubbish." She said as she rubbed her head for a minute. Her eyes then went wide as she looked down at the chronal accelerator. She rubbed her hands along it and she let out a sigh of relief when she noticed it was undamaged.

Once she was sure it was fine she grabbed the bags again and stood up. The cockpit opened up and the ladder came down. She climbed up slowly and she dropped herself in the backseat and she set her bags behind her. The ladder recalled. The cockpit closed and the fighter cloaked again.

She was soon in the air and was flying back to the watchpoint this time without any barrel rolls to avoid risking harm to her items behind her.

Once she was close to Watchpoint Gibratler she slowed her speed. "Athena. Open hanger doors." She said as she deactivated the fighters cloaking device. Within a few minutes the fighter landed in the hanger bay and Tracer returned it to its original spots. She removed the helmet and grabbed her bags before jumping from the jet as the hanger doors closed.

She left the stuff there but grabbed her ice cream tub. She blinked her way to the kitchen and with a blue marker that was lying around she wrote the word "Tracer" on both sides before placing it inside the freezer.

She blinked back to hanger and grabbed the remaining bags. Once she held them she blinked to her room just as she got there the blue light on her chronal accelerator dimmed showing it need to recharge. She opened the door and placed her bags on her bed. She put her shirts into a draw of her dresser and she placed the hat next to the lamp on the night stand.

"Now to find some boxes and tape for Winston's gifts." She said as she removed her jacket and she placed that on the bed as well.

Her chronal accelerator recharged and with that she blinked out of her room and started her search for boxes and tape. As she passed by the shooting range she heard something that made her stop.

"It's high noon." The male voice said and after it she heard six rounds from a weapon. 'McCree' she thought with a smile as she slowly and quietly walked into the shooting range.

Sure enough McCree stood there in his usual getup. He was looking down as he began to reload his peacemaker.

She blinked behind him and snatched his hat off of his head. She then made a finger gun and pointed at his back. Then in her best McCree voice spoke.

"It's high noon." Tracer said and she then made a bang sound as if firing her finger gun. McCree turn around with a smile on his face.

"Hello there little lady." He said as he put his peqcemake in its holster. "I see you have my hat. Long time no see Trace. How are things?" He asked as he reached forward trying to take his hat back.

She just blinked a few feet back out of his reach. "Yes I have your hat cowboy." She smiled again at the nickname he had for her. "Things have been good." She replied as he lunged at her again still wanting his hat back. She blinked to the side avoiding him again.

"I need your help love." She said to him. "With what?" He asked. "Help me find boxes."

"Boxes? Why?" McCree asked.

"You'll see. Find some boxes. I'll get tape." Tracer said before blinking out of the of shooting range still wearing McCree's hat.

Tracer managed to find tape but she had to get it from Winston's office. She had to wait a few minutes until he was distracted. She blinked in. Grabbed the tape. Then blinked out.

She returned to her room to find McCree outside her room with three boxes.

"Can I have my hat back now?" He asked Tracer as she opened the door and she walked inside with the cowboy following her. She took the boxes from McCree and she began to box the items.

McCree looked at the items and laughed as Tracer put the peanut butter in one box. The hat and phone case went into another. The bananas went into the last box. She taped the boxes shut and she handed McCree the box with the peanut butter.

"To Winston's lab." Tracer said as she walked out of the room. The pair walked to Winston's lab and Tracer walked in first with McCree behind her.

"Hey love." She said to the scientist at his work table looking down at the shield generator. Winston looked up at the pair with a smile.

"Hey guys. I see you found Tracer." He said to McCree.

"Actually she found me and stole my hat. Now she won't give it back." McCree said.

"You know I look cute in it." Tracer said as she placed the two boxes down in front of Winston.

"What are these?" Winston asked Tracer as McCree set down his box as well next to the other two.

"These are for you love." She said with a smile as Winston grabbed the first one. He opened it and sighed as he pulled out its contents which was three bananas.

"How many times do I have to tell you? No more bananas." She said as he looked at the giggling female and laughing cowboy.

Winston set them down and he grabbed the second box. He opened it and then looked at Tracer with a "are you serious" face.

She smiled as she reached into the box and pulled out the black hat with the banana. She then blinked onto his back and she put it on his head with a laugh causing McCree to laugh as well.

"Looks good on you." McCree said as Tracer recalled to her previous spot.

"Do I even want to know whats in the last box?" He asked the pair as he adjusted his glasses.

"You'll like this one love. Open it." Tracer said and with a sigh Winston opened it and this time smiled as he pulled out the containers of peanut butter.

"You're welcome love." Tracer said as she hugged him. "They have honey for added flavor." She said as he gave the females head a pat.

"Thanks Lena." He said.

"What about me?" McCree said. "Don't I get a thanks for helping her find the boxes and carrying one up here?" He asked. Tracer smirked to herself breifly.

"Of course." She said as she blinked to McCree's side. "Thanks love." She said as she pressed her lips to his right cheek successfully stunning the surprised cowboy as he brought his hand up to his cheek. This earned a chuckle from Winston.

"Lena. I have your first mission." Winston said earning a load "Yes" from Tracer.

"Mondatta is giving a speech tonight at a peace rally at your home of King's Row." Winston said.

"I heard about that. It was something i wanted to attend." Tracer said.

"Well you will be going. But to make sure nothing happens. Talon might step in and try something. If Talon shows up then you are to defend him. Do you understand your mission Tracer?" Winston asked.

Tracer nodded. "I understand love." She said.

"What about me?" McCree said as he came out of trance like state and he walked up the other two.

"Just Tracer on this mission." Winston said to McCree. "She knows the area. She can blend in. You will stand out. Especially in that ridiculous blanket you insist on wearing."

"Hey." McCree said. "This is not a blanket. It is a Pancho. How dare you insult me." He said with sarcasm earning a giggle from Tracer.

"The thing is Tracer knows the area. The people. She can blend in. You aren't best in that. Plus I need you here if something else happens." Winston said to McCree.

"Makes sense." McCree said.

"Alright. Tracer. A drop ship on autopilot will drop you off and then go back for you once the Mondatta's safety has been ensured. If he dies we might have another omnic war on our hands." Winston said as he opened on of the jars of peanut butter.

"Yes love. I won't let you down." She said with a salute earning a nod from Winston.

"Stay out of trouble Trace." McCree said to the British female.

"Why do people keep telling me that?" Tracer said in her defense. McCree just raised an eyebrow at her and Winston just gave her a look. She smiled with a wave.

"Bye loves. Enjoy your peanut butter Winston. Thanks for the hat McCree." She said before blinking out of the lab leaving them alone.

Tracer blinked all the way to her room where she grabbed her brown pilots jacket. She slipped it on and made sure she had her pistols. She tossed the hat she stole deom McCree onto her bed and she blinked out of the room.

She found herself in the hanger and found the drop ship ready to go. She boarded the ship and it launched from the hanger soon cloaking itself. Tracer was left to her thoughts and she was almost jumping in excitement at finally being given a mission.

King's Row

Tracer stood in the crowd of people at the rally. She got a few looks as she moved through the crowd but she ignored them and used her small size to easily squeeze through the people. Around her were people and omnics alike. Some were chanting Mondatta and others had signs.

There is movement upfront and the crowd cheers for a moment as Mondatta walks out to the podium with his arms behind his back. Tracer smiles as the crowd falls silent and he begins to speak.

"Human. Machine. We are all one within the iris. : Before me I see a future. Humans and Omnics standing together. United by compassion, by common hopes and dreams." She listened to him until the movement of one of the guards caught her eye as the guard seemed to ge receiving a message on his ear piece. At this Tracer began to back out slowly leaving the way she came in.

Once Tracer was away from the crowds of people she pulled out her pulse pistols and she looked up. She started to blink in between the buildings. She found a stair case leading to the roof of one of the buildings and she quickly did a few blinks up the stairs and she was soon on the roof of her apartment. Once on the roof she blinked across some gaps between buildings and then notices a figure at the end of one the buildings.

This figure appears to be female and holding a rifle. This figure wraps something around her ankle and then drops down. It took Tracer a few seconds to figure out who it was and when she did figure it out her eyes widdened in surprise. She blinked towards Widowmaker and she jumped off the roof which got the attention of the sniper.

Both females started firing their weapons at each other as Widowmaker dropped down and crashed through the window a few floors lower. Tracer landed on a ledge across from Widowmaker.

"Trying to crash another party love?" Tracer said as she raised her pistols and started firing. Tracer then blinks forward and is met with a kick to the face which sent her spinning to the floor as Widowmaker grappled up the stairwell.

Tracer blinked up the stairs dodging bullets from Widowmaker's gun in its assault rifle variation. Widowmaker went out the door on the roof. Tracer followed her and was forced to take cover as Widowmaker turned around to fire at her.

" Mondatta's in danger! Shooter on the roof! I repeat, shooter on the roof." Tracer spoke into the comms unit on her wrist to the guard near Mondatta on the stage.

"This is a secure channel." The guard replied. "No one is auth-" but he was cut off by Tracer." Mondatta's in danger! Get him out of here!" "Identify yourself immediately." He said to Tracer but before she could reply more gun fire was fired her way and she had to end the comms line. Finally Widowmaker stopped firing and Tracer came out from cover.

"Ha." She said but then a look of confusion appeared on her face as she saw no one. She started looking around and then the sound of a body hitting something hard followed by more gunshots got her attention.

She blinked and then started running aftwe Widowmaker. She walked past a chimney and then saw nothing but purple for a second. She came out of the gas and starting coughing and stumbling. Her lungs felt like they were on fire. She eventually fell to the floor and a second later a barrel was pressed to her temple.

"Such a brave, follish girl." Widowmaker said but before she could pull the trigger the British femape vanished only to reappear behind the gas. She blinked up and raised her pistols.

"What's that?" Tracer said as she fired her pistols at a canister next to Widowmaker. Steam began to spill out everwhere and Tracer took the chance. She grabbed her pulse bomb and threw it. The bomb arched through the air but Widowmaker saw it and was able to shoot it out of the air.

Tracer was stopped in her tracks by the force of her own bomb as it knocked her off the roof. The explosion got the attention of everyone including Mondatta right before he was about to enter his transportation.

Tracer looked up and time seemed to slow down as Widowmaker aimed her sniper at her chronal accelerator. The bullet was fired and Tracer recalled back onto the ceiling. The bullet though it missed it's initial target managed to hit another target right between the eyes. Mondatta was knocked back into the vehicle and his lights flickered before dimming completely.

Tracer looked down at her chronal accelerator with fear in her eyes as she checked for damage. Finding none she looked up at Widowmaker eyes wide.

"Looks like the party is over." Widowmaker said causing Tracer's eyes to widen more in realization. She dashed to the edge of the roof and looked down at the crowd. One thing that stood out to her was the dead body of the omnic she was sent to protect.

"No. No. No. No." Tracer said and she turned back to Widowmaker her eyes full of anger. She blinked at the female knocked them both down. As they roles Widowmaker fired her grapple. At the edge Tracer managed to pin Widowmaker down. The anger faded to sadness and tears came to her eyes.

"Why? Why did you do this?" Tracer asked Widowmaker and the only reply she got was a laugh. Tracer turned her head as a Talon ship came to the roof and landed on it the light almost blinding Tracer. She was suddenly grabbed by the collar of her jacket forcing her to look down at Widowmaker.

Widowmaker suddenly pulls Tracer with her off the ledge. The grapple caused the pair to swing through air. Tracer was then slammed by Widowmaker into the wall. Tracer grunted as she was slammed into the wall dealing significant damage to her chronal accelerator. Widowmaker suddenly repealed up and with nothing holding up Tracer she slid down the wall and crashed into the ground. She cried out as she landed on her side and her eyes widdened as she felt two of her ribs break.

She was barely conscious as she pressed her hand to her side. She didn't move until she looked down noticing the damage to her chronal accelerator. Immediately all the memories she had as a ghost came crashing down and tears came to her eyes. Her body shook in fear as she slowly activitied her comms to Winston.

"Winston!" Was all she said before she drifted off into unconsciousness.

(The end of chapter one. With over 5 thousand words. I am proud of myself. Anyway. As said earlier. It's best to know a bit about the overwatch characters and their abilities so you have a better understanding. Tracer's chronal accelerator is a device that keeps her anchored to the present. Her blink ability basically speeds up her own time allowijg her to move faster. Her recall ability allows her to reverse her time basically giving her a second chance. Also the part in King's row is from the Overwatch Alive short. Credit for that goes to Blizzard but everything before that happened was made by me.

Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Next one will be out as soon as possible. Favorite the story if you like it. Follow it if you want to be kept up to date on chapters. and comment telling me what you think. Will mean a lot. Thanks guys. Until next time.)