A/N: So um. I also ship RocketAngel or Pharah and Mercy. I've been seeing this pairing around tumblr a lot (not as much as widowtracer) and I wanted to write something for them. This one is chock full of emotion. Enjoy!
There was a knock on my door, startling me out of the late night silence. Who could be knocking at this hour? I pushed myself off of my bed, too lazy to throw anything over my shorts and tank top. My blonde hair hung in a messy ponytail, and I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as the knocking continued to persist. "I'll be there in a second." I said, my voice hoarse from sleep. Fareeha was the last person I expected to be at the door. I let out a gasp of surprise as I swung the door open. I was suddenly embarrassed for my attire. I felt my cheeks flush, and hoped that she wouldn't notice. This is quite sudden. I wonder if I should start to worry? "Come in, Come in." I stuttered, stepping aside to let the girl into my room. Fareeha was wearing camo sweatpants and an old t-shirt. She's not looking any better than you. I heard her let out an audible sigh, and from the way she stood, she was on edge. "What brings you here so late?" I questioned, meeting her gaze. She diverted her eyes as soon as mine met hers.
"I-I've been having some troubling injuries as of late, and was wondering if you could help." She muttered. Fareeha was never much for talking, but her silence was worrying to me. I should tread carefully. This might be worse than I anticipated. I gently reached out an arm to her, signaling for her to follow me. She followed with much hesitation, and I led her down the hallway to the medbay. My flat was off of the medbay so I could easily attend to the members of our team.
"Come, sit down." I smiled at her, gesturing to the table. She awkwardly shuffled over and sat down. I wish you'd just loosen up sometimes. I began to gently press her muscles to feel for strains or tears. Warriors often didn't take care of themselves. Fareeha flinched as my fingers ghosted over her back. I immediately took note of this, and eased off of her. "Fareeha? I need you to take off your shirt so I can assess the damage." My voice was smooth, but on the inside my heart was hammering in my chest.
"Do I have to?" She murmured. I almost didn't catch it until she spoke again. "I'm not too keen on you seeing what I've become." This phrase struck fear through my chest. Oh dear. What has she gotten herself into?
"I won't judge you. I promise. Now please?" I responded, gently squeezing her hand in reassurance. She let out a soft gasp as my fingers met hers in a tender gesture. I tried to gain composure, but my face betrayed me as I blushed again. I noticed a blush on Fareeha's cheeks as well- much to my surprise. She began to pull up her shirt ever so slow, leaving her in just a sports bra and pants. I gasped at the sight of her back. It almost brought tears to my eyes. How could this happen to you?
"Please. Don't hate me." Her voice was trembling- the most emotion I've ever heard from her. I could finally see beyond her mask. "Angela please." The way her words betrayed her made my heart break. I steadied my nerves and traced the many scars that lined her back. Some of them were fresh- but there were so many faded ones. It was a sign of glory, but it also was horrible. The thing that most concerned me was the fresh bruises that were near her shoulder blades. They were dark purple against her caramel skin, and were out of place for everyday warfare. I began to clean out the fresher scars, bandaging them up with nano-bandages. I noticed Fareeha flinch at the sting of antiseptic, but a little pain was worth it. After I finished my job, I walked to face Fareeha. She wouldn't look me in the eyes, and I instinctively grabbed her hand again.
"Hey. Follow me back to my room and we can talk." I gave her another reassuring smile, and she nodded slightly. "Just trust me, alright?" I continued holding onto her hand, and led her back to my sitting room. She again awkwardly sat on my couch, and wouldn't look me in the eye. I need to be cautious, but I also need answers. I sat down next to her, a bit closer than I meant to. "Will you tell me how you got all those bruises? I know they can't possibly be from daily warfare." I was again met with silence. Fareeha was clearly vulnerable in this situation, but I wanted her to trust me. "Please Fareeha." I continued to press her for information. I immediately regretted that decision as tears began to roll down her cheeks. Shit. Messing things up again Angela.
"I- I'm sorry Angela." Her voice wavered, and her emotionless façade shattered. "I-I've been fighting with them again." In that moment, I knew she was breaking. I wrapped my arms around her shoulders and hugged her. Her breath came out in ragged sobs as she desperately tried pull herself together. "It's so dishonorable. I'm such a screw up. What can I even stand for?" Her sobs grew more desperate as she spit out the words. I shifted myself until I was sitting in front of her, pulling her close. She gasped, her sobs quieting as I held her in my arms.
"We all make mistakes sometimes Fareeha." I murmured, trying to calm her down. My blue eyes peered into her golden ones- rimmed with tears. "What matters is you're honest and that you don't continue this fighting. You're hurting yourself. I don't want you to." I spoke in a gentle tone, wiping the tears off her cheeks. In that moment, I knew I loved her.
"Angela?" Her voice was weak with all the emotion she just showed. "Thank you." She murmured, and suddenly pressed her lips to mine. The sparks that went off in my head as our lips collided were like no other. You taste like tears, but I love you so much. The kiss was gentle and full of both sorrow and love. It was breathtaking. As we pulled away, I noticed Fareeha's cheeks were bright red. "Sorry." She said as she desperately tried to hide her face. So adorable. I gently caressed her cheek, brushing her hair out of her face.
"Don't say you're sorry- meine liebe." I replied, and she smiled weakly. It was almost dawn as I looked towards the window. She pulled me in for another tender kiss, and I reveled in her warmth. It was so nice to just hold her, to just be with her. "I love you." I whispered as I began to drift off on the couch next to her.
"I love you too, Angela." She replied, pulling me closer to her. We drifted off like that, on the couch in my sitting room. It was too early for either of us to care, but at least we had each other. Fareeha may not be perfect, but neither am I. I'm so glad she trusted me enough to see her scars.