Hello guys! I have been consumed by all the ships overwatch has to offer. And being the 14 year old angst loving girl myself, i couldn't not writa anything about these beautiful people, and now that Sombra has been announced, *gasps dramatically* some dva x sombra is gonna be in here, somewhere... Anyway!
Yeah! This is the first chapter to hopefully a full story! Tell me what you guys think! Constructive criticism is always appreciated! Thanks as always!
I'm such overwatch ship trash, all aboard! ^w^
A beautiful melody filling the air, all the agents working night-shift in King's Row HQ cherishing the sound, even though no one knew who was playing the old, abandoned piano. It's a marvel that it's still in tune, after all those years left untouched.
Moonlight Sonata? Angela thought while replacing Fareeha's bandages post-mission. Nothing serious, just a few scratches and one semi-deep gash on her thigh from a piece of shrapnel that flew off a homing-missile turret when she blew it up with a rocket. She wasn't very knowledgeable about classical music. Well, I did play a bit of flute when I was a child. She thought absentmindedly, smiling to herself while her fingers were running on auto-pilot. Being a medic ever since she was a teenager will give her that ability.
"Who's playing Moonlight Sonata in the middle of the night? I didn't even know there was a piano here, let alone someone you actually knows how to play it, and really well at that." Fareeha said with a both curious yet concerned face, and wincing and the sudden tightening of the bandages. Angela mentally high-fived herself for guessing the piece right.
"Gott, sorry about that. And yes you have a point there…" She leans back on her chair after fastening the last of the bandages, crossing her arms. As she looks over to Fareeha, she couldn't hold back the giggling fit she got into.
"What? What's wrong?" Pharah says, looking genuinely worried about all of this.
"I should get my flute. And, and you should get your-" Her giggles turned into a bark of laughter as she remembered the 12 year old Fareeha trying to carry a saxophone almost her size, and playing it in her room, dancing alone… while Angela watched everything. Tears were streaming out by then.
As Pharah realized what she was talking about, her eyes widened, and a bright red hue was taking over her face and down her neck.
"Oh Ha-Ha, very funny Angie. You were the reason I stopped playing the Tenor, and I've never been more embarrassed in my entire life. Oh gods… when I spun around and saw you there…" She covered her face with her hands and resting her elbows down on her knees, and let out a frustrating sounding groan, though Angela was sure she could hear she was smiling too.
"To your credit though, you were really good, and I was genuinely dancing along to the music you were making. And come on, we both know you still play every day." Angela says with a smug smile, leaning back, though that laughing fit returned soon enough when she saw the look Pharah gave her.
The same look she gave her when she was 12 years old.
"How do you-? What?!" Her blush reached the tip of her ears, and now she has a look of disbelieve adorning her face.
"Oh, you know…" Angela shrugged, "A little bird named Ana told me." She said, holding that smug grin of hers, puffing out her chest in a look of triumph, as Fareeha's annoyed groans continue.
"Oh come on liebe, this is your fault…" Angie says, giving Fareeha a look of faux disappointment, pouting.
Her head shot up from her hands, "Wha-?! How is this," she waves her hands around, indicating towards both of them, "my fault?!"
"isn't it obvious?" Pharah gave her a shrug, as if telling her 'no clue'. Angie sighs, keeping the disappointed act going.
"You never serenaded me." Her acting started cracking when she couldn't help smiling at Fareeha's reaction. A pure look of dishevelment.
For most things, Pharah is the most confident and strong woman anyone will ever meet. Standing tall, chin up, full of discipline, and always sure of her decisions and actions.
For most things.
When it comes to 'squishy subjects', as she calls them, such as this, she becomes a totally different person. Timid, almost afraid, every time Angela tries to 'flirt'. It's adorable when you think about it. They both know they have feelings for each other. It's just that one of them, probably quite clear who, needs a little push once in a while.
"I, umm… uh, I'm, I-'m… do, do you w-want me to?" Pharah says very sheepishly.
"Well, who wouldn't leibling." She says, giving her a genuine smile. Fareeha looks away, the blush returning in full force.
A few minutes later of jokes and subtle flirting, both of their curiosities got hold of them and they walked towards the melody.
Neither of them said a word and walked silently, enjoying the beautiful music. Everyone around them looked both content and confused, Angela and Fareeha were the same.
As far as Mercy thought, the piano used to be in the storage room, abandoned along with all the other agents' belongings. Angie's flute was somewhere there too, now that she thought about it.
Though now the sound was coming from the top floor, where most of the interrogation rooms were.
Odd.
And so they went up, trying to be as silent as possible so that the unknown 'musician' wouldn't stop playing because of their presence.
Interrogation room 02. That's where the music was coming from. So they entered the small room next to it, where both of them could see through the one way glass and hear everything.
"Isn't this a sight to behold." Angie gasps. Fareeha nods, dumbfounded.
Wearing an orange hoodie which is slightly too large for her, along with a purple scarf wrapped around her neck loosely, her whole body moving along to the melody, each peak and spike of her hair moving along with her, looking like they're dancing too…
Lena.
They both stood there, hypnotized by the composition, mouth gaping open in the shape of an 'o', eyes wide. It was like they couldn't move, captured by the melody.
After a few minutes though, concern grew as the music started slowing down, and eventually stopped. She just sat there, stiff, and gently looked towards the large window to her left, which took up the whole wall. Lena's face held a hopeful expression and looked like she was expecting something outside of the window, but soon after, the wall of optimism started shattering, and the air inside the room filled with despair. Tracer rested her head against her hands, elbows smashing against the keys, making a thunderous sound, and her body starts jolting and curling up.
Was she crying? They couldn't know because her back was facing them, but by her movements, she didn't seem happy.
Their worry was growing by the second, the optimistic goofball that no one never saw without a smile from ear to ear, was now curled up sobbing for an unknown reason.
Angela and Fareeha looked at each other and nodded, they both know what needed to be done next.
The time-traveler who always helped those in need, and was surely everyone's role model, be it omnic or human, needed helping.
So yeah, there it is, hopefully you guys liked it! Tell me what you guys think!
Also, I use, way too many, commas... X_X
If there are any grammatical errors feel free to tell me! English isn't my main speaking language so some mistakes are inevitable :D
Thank you! 3