Welcome! Welcome to a fanfic that was inspired completely off a salty review I got on one of my other "typical" stories that included Scout and Tracer getting together. This is somewhat a polar opposite of that fanfic... I won't spoil more however, read up and enjoy :)

Chapter 1: Jeremy

A cloudy night in London, the moon's rays of light being clouded by the usual grey clouds, the streets of London dimly lit with the light sources that hung on the streets. It was a silent, peaceful night in London, not many sounds were heard around the streets other than the humming engines of the various floating cars that inhabited the freeway. Not much went on around London in a silent night...

Good things always come to an end though...

A man in a Red hoodie and black sweats walked slowly to the entrance of a 24 Hour convenience store. His hands were bandaged and his socks were up to his knees. A black duffel bag was strapped onto his back, and he wore a black cap with his hoodie on, making his face shadowed under the night. The light of the convenience store brightened up his face, revealing light blue eyes that could kill and a intimidating smirk as he gripped his pistol. He kicked the door open, aiming a fully loaded pistol at the clerk.

"Yo! Give me everything you got in that fucking cash register, right frickin' now! I ain't playing nice today, so hurry the hell up!" His accent was heavily Boston with a teeny slash of England, dropping the 'r' in some words.

The robber unstrapped his duffel bag and threw it on the counter roughly, he unzipped it and pointed his finger inside the bag, "Money. Right. Frickin'. Now! Hurry the fuck up!" He cocked his pistol, safeties off.

The nonchalant clerk opened the cash register, and pulled out the pounds, "You're not getting away with this you know that? This is all on surveillance buddy, and you don't even have a mask to protect your identity." The clerk stuffed pound after pound inside the duffel bag, some of the space was taken up by the other gear that the robber had brought with him - an aluminum bat and a deadly looking shotgun that had "Modified" written all over it. Once the duffel bag was full of money, the robber pulled the bat out of his bag, gripping it tightly with his right hand, while still keeping his pistol trained on the clerk with his left. The clerk spoke up, "You're just gonna end up as fresh meat for the slums, you'll end up getting shanked or fucking wanked... You scrawny looking-" The clerk was cut off by a violent hit to the right side of his head, slumping to the ground in a growing pool full of his own blood.

The robber chuckled lightly, laughing at the fact that he most likely murdered the clerk, "Damn Moron..." The robber stuffed any extra pounds he could find into his bag and stuffed his bat along with the money. He strapped his duffel bag onto his back, grunting at the weight as it was full of money and his gear. He kept his pistol to his right side as he kicked the door open, running like hell into the dim streets of London - Heart beat pounding and head throbbing.

Meet Jeremy, a 23 year old boy. He is an egotistical, cocky guy, that has the looks of a man that seems nice enough... But with the personality that is off-putting and despised by many. Jeremy is a fast runner that knows how to fight and shoot a gun... and by fast, we're talking about nearly 22 Miles Per Hour fast, very above average in terms of speed.

Jeremy moved from his hometown of Boston, Massachusetts, to London at the age of 17, work opportunities were scarce for his parents... Or parent... He never had a father, only his mother (whom he loved very much) and his 7 older brothers. Well, not 7 anymore... 6 of them ending up dead in the brutal streets of ghetto Boston and one just... dissapearing, without a trace. It was Jeremy and his Mom against the whole world. She saved up enough money to take a flight to London, full of work opportunities for the struggling family and she took advantage of it, applying herself to a job... Which she landed, earning enough money for them to live in a shabby, one bedroom apartment. Life was going well for Jeremy and his mom... Until the one fateful day that seemed to change his life forever...

His mom was diagnosed with cancer on her check up with the Doctor. She approached him with the news and Jeremy was devastated. He felt like his whole world was shattered when she confessed, tearing down the optimism for his future plans that had shined brightly in him.

It had been a month since she has been diagnosed with cancer, and it only got worse for her, violent fits of coughing was a regular, every night in the apartment for her. He told her she should stop smoking... He told her, but she didn't listen, she told Jeremy that everything was fine and it was nothing serious. Jeremy knew better and knew something had to be done about it. He decided to hide her last pack of cigarettes one day, in a corner of the small closet they had. She came home to find her pack of cigarettes missing from it's usual place on the nightstand and she threw a tantrum, after some minutes of intense rummaging in the apartment, she found the pack of cigarettes in the corner of the closet, knowing Jeremy had hid it, she feebly attempted to hit him, he let her mom hit him as she spat insults at the boy, the relationship between them grew sour ever since that day... His performance in school wasn't sweet either.

His below average grades started to drop more, earning debilitating remarks from his teachers, getting into regular fights with other students that looked at him funny, getting kicked off the baseball team for his recent lack of good behaviour and being called down to the principal's office, only for him to get notified that he would be getting suspended for his fourth time in a month... dangerously close to being expelled and would be getting a call home. He had a small circle of friends he stayed tight to but started to lose contact with them ever since his mom was diagnosed with cancer. He left the school grounds and walked home, not bothering at all to talk to any of his friends. It was a 20 minute walk to and from school that had him walking the more dangerous routes of London, where criminal activity was more likely to happen with all the shady alleyways and boarded up windows. He first grew wary of the route, he learned to watch his back at all times when a thief came from behind him and stole a chocolate bar from his hands. Jeremy chased after the thief and caught him with ease, his above average speed during his time as a 17 year old, excelled many of his fellow students running skills, he was special.

He caught the thief and was about to knock the shit out of him, but backed off as a group turned the corner, they wielded knives and brass knuckles, screaming at the boy with threats. Jeremy had only his bare fists and his bag, he let the thief have his chocolate bar, he couldn't take them all on... he ran away from them with ease, learning an important lesson that day.

Only pick fights you can win.

Jeremy worked his way around the group of thieves by scaling walls and running across the roofs of buildings. Once he was in the clear, he walked his route normally and grew wary of what his mom might do to him if she found out his recent suspension, which was certain, considering she was home during his school hours. He walked to his door, only for his mom to open it and roughly pull him inside, she hit him and called him a dissapointment, he didn't fight back, he knew he deserved it but couldn't resist the urge to talk back to her. They argued for an hour, ending off with Jeremy leaving the apartment, eyes fresh with tears he tried to uselessly hold in. His mom screamed... Pleaded, for him to come back, he ignored her and continued to run outside the apartment, running as far as his legs could take him, anywhere but that place.

Jeremy was a fantastic free runner, he jumped and ran across the many crumbling structures of Boston with his rebellious older brothers during his rough youth. He has learned much in the ways of evasion and elusiveness when he went on crime sprees with his brothers, their mom didn't approve of it at all and he decided to stop tagging along with them for his mothers sake. If he hadn't stopped himself from tagging with them... he would probably end up dead like his brothers.

It was close to 12 in the afternoon when he left the house, he started his free run by vaulting over a fence that lead to an abandoned construction site, he ran across the sand, vaulting over slabs of concrete and jumping off of metal railings, gripping onto the bars with ease. He pulled himself up and landed softly onto a slab of concrete, he was enjoying himself too much for his own pleasure and took a break upon some sets of stairs, sitting down and watching as the sun was clouded by grey. He woke up 3 hours later only to find out he slept to the peaceful silence of London, he jumped down from the sets of stairs and landed onto a platform, jumping over a pole and pulling himself up on a piece of metal, feeling like he was untouchable with his natural acrobatic skills. He would get the opportunity to prove his beliefs about himself as a security guard stumbled upon him, yelling at him while unlocking the fence that he climbed over earlier. To his surprise, more security guards came in with him, threatening to lock him up cause apparently, this abandoned construction site was 'Restricted'. Bullshit, Jeremy would've known if it was restricted if there was a sign that said that. Jeremy smirked and evaded the hands of the guards as he weaved through them with skill, leaving the guards literally, in the dust. He ran back home, it was close to evening. He guessed he was outside for a good 6 or 7 hours, Jeremy felt bad for not listening to his mother's plead to come back, he would apologize for it later. Jeremy even considered using the little money he had been trying to save on something to buy for her, as a apology gift. He tried to open the door but it was locked.

He knocked on the door for 7 minutes, his mom had to be home, she called in sick for her work, so she would be home all day. Jeremy still didn't get no reply as he called for his mom, continuing to knock uselessly on the door. He grew tired of waiting and decided to break inside his own house. Since the apartment room was on the first floor of the apartment, he easily located the window to his living room. He roughly pushed the cheap glass work in, falling down onto the living room floor and cracking. He fit his body through the broken window and was now in his living room.

Jeremy called for his mom, there was still no reply. He checked the kitchen if she was there, getting it off on a cigarette most likely.

Nope.

Jeremy checked the bathroom, getting it off on a cigarette most likely.

Nope.

Jeremy then checked the bedroom, finding his mom tucked neatly in the sheets of the bed with a piece of paper on her nightstand. He tried to wake her up... But she wasn't replying... He noticed she wasn't even breathing, his heart beat quickened and listened for her pulse...

No pulse.

Jeremy's heart beat was thrashing as he felt a tear flowing down his cheeks, followed by many more. He used the home phone to call the paramedics. He panicked on the phone, stuttering madly and crying, they asked him to slow his voice down, but he couldn't, he was panicked and didn't know what to do - his only piece of family that was still available to him wasn't even breathing anymore, how could Jeremy not be panicked? The paramedics dispatched an ambulance to his location. Jeremy could only stare and silently hope his mom would somehow come back alive, say it was all a prank... It didn't happen. 10 minutes felt like an eternity to him as they finally came into his apartment room, a fellow Omnic and a man carrying her onto a stretcher, he went along with them in the back of the ambulance.

Jeremy was sweating and was teary faced as they reached the hospital, watching the Doctor examine his mother for any signs of life. He waited for an hour and would not let himself fall asleep, desperately wanting to know whether or not his mother was going to be fine.

The doctor exited the room with a sad expression... The words that came out his mouth tore Jeremy apart.

"She didn't make it... I'm sorry..." The doctor said quietly.

Jeremy felt like the world fell down upon him, his breathing distorted and his vision fading to black as he slumped to the ground.

A few days later, he attended his mom's funeral, now being completely alone by himself, many of his friends from school supported him by giving a generous amount of money for him to live on, enough to buy his own apartment, far, far away from his old one. He dropped out of school and landed odd jobs around London, any type of work that would help him get by in his lonely life. Life would never be the same for Jeremy as he started taking shady jobs from shady people, getting himself involved in the wrong crowds, fighting for money and taking part in illegal activities. It supported him with money and that was all he needed.

Fast forward six years after Jeremy's mother had died... And he seemed to be doing well in life... Criminally. His amazing natural speed giving him a major edge whenever he robbed a old lady's purse or robbed a convenience store, with his normal job as a cashier at a fast food joint that payed decent and his robbing hobbies at late night, he was doing well for a criminal that stayed lowkey.

Jeremy knew what he was doing was wrong... But cash ruled him completely, brining immediate happiness to his face whenever he robbed hundreds of pounds from other people that were better off than him.

Back to the present.

Jeremy was cutting corners into dark alleyways, knowing the streets of London extensively, he used all the shortcuts he knew of to get back to his apartment quickly. After countless successful attempt of robbing people's wallets and purses, he was the definition of 'Street-Smart', knowing London like his own apartment. His duffel bag that was full of money was weighing his speed down slightly, he still ran quick however. He wouldn't allow himself to run out of breath as he was fuelled by the adrenaline pumping in his veins. He exited an alleyway and was close to the street his apartment was on, hearing sirens near his location only made him smile, knowing that the police would be chasing something they couldn't catch. He laughed and continued on, his only focus was to reach his apartment - Home base.

He turned another corner and slowed his pace slightly when he saw a girl coming his way.

"Oi!" The girl screamed, holding up a hand.

Jeremy narrowed his eyes curiously, gripping his pistol just in case.

"And just where do you think you're going?" The girl said commandingly, a heavy British accent accompanied her voice. She walked closer to him until she was in sight.

Jeremy stopped and narrowed his eyes to look at the girl, examining her. She had short, dark brown hair that looked like it was ravaged by gel, which he furrowed his brows at. The girl was wearing yellow tinted goggles, a brown leather jacket and orange tights that stood out well. She also had a weird orb device on her chest, which was glowing a bright blue with sparks accompanying it. The orb she had on her chest caught his attention more than her fit-looking body, he wondered what the orb does for her.

Jeremy smirked at her, "She looks pretty nice." Jeremy thought. "Hey there good lookin'..."

The girl was disgusted with his comments, cringing her face at him.

"Ah crap, it was worth a try." He thought, with his shitty pickup line out of the way, he cut to the chase, "Aight whateva', look, I'd appreciate it a lot if you get outta my way, I got places where I gotta be y'know?" Jeremy snickered, "Dis money over 'ere ain't gonna cap itself, ya get that?" Jeremy wondered if she got what he was referring too, but quickly discarded his thoughts as she pulled out two shiny, polished pistols and aimed it at him.

Jeremy trained his pistol on her just as quick, "Ayo! Fuck outta my way before I frickin' pop ya! I'm serious, I'll shoot that pretty face off of you's real quick if you don't-"

The girl... Teleported? The girl teleported behind Jeremy in an instant, nudging the barrel of her pistol against the back of his head before he could even turn around.. Jeremy's heart was dropping, his eyes widened at what just happened, she was in front of him and then she left a blue blur as she seemed to have teleported behind him. He still kept his gun trained at where she was, refusing to drop his gun and exhaling nervously at the barrel of her gun touching his head.

"I'm gonna 'ave to unstrap the money bag from your back real quickly, make a move and you will end up dead. Got that love?" The girl's trigger finger was twitching... She did not like this guy.

Jeremy had to admit, her accent was cute, he couldn't take her seriously at all... but would certainly end up paying for it with a bullet to his skull. Jeremy laughed casually, "Fuck you... Ya ain't unstrappin' shit ya frickin' moron."

The girl was furious, she got ready to knock him out with the butt of her pistol, "Hmph, we'll see about-"

Jeremy cut her off by quickly elbowing the girl onto the side of her head, she fired her pistols too late as the pulse bullets hit nothing but the ground he was on, she scowled at herself for her slow reflexes and held a hand to her head in pain, looking at the robber that ran into the streets with blurry vision, she noticed the unusual speed at which he was running at, and shook her head after getting up to chase him,

Jeremy had a decent head start against her and used it to his advantage, wanting to take the chase to the roofs of London's buildings, he had countless experience running the roofs as a youth and used it when it would prove useful. Jeremy looked down from the flights of stairs and saw the girl teleporting her way up the stairs, his heart beat quickened, not expecting her to catch up to him that quickly, "Shit she's fast." He whispered to himself. As he dodged her wild rapid fire shots, a shot nearly hit his calf and he became filled with andrenaline once again, breathing intensely at the bullet that just missed him by an inch. "Ya ain't gettin' me, hot stuff! Just frickin' give up!" He reached the roof and ran quickly towards the ledge, aiming to jump across to the next roof.

Jeremy kept running. He holstered his pistol for the jump and looked behind him, "How the hell did she catch up so quickly?!" It surprised him to see how fast the girl was teleporting to him, his eyes widening as he ran faster towards the ledge and jumped off. The girl fired wildly at Jeremy that was in mid-air, she managed to land a shot on his left arm causing him to groan with pain and land more roughly on the roof than he intended to. "Agh, fuck!" He screamed out, continuing to run across the new roof that he just landed on.

The girl teleported onto the roof he was running across and reloaded her pistols, drops of blood were telling her where he was running. Jeremy stopped running and unstrapped the duffel bag off of his back, grunting with pain. He ignored it and unzipped the bag, pulling out his bat. He reached into his hoodie pockets to pull out a baseball. He waited for a second around the corner that she would have to turn, his breaths becoming quick as she turned the corner, "Now or never..." He quickly whispered to himself. He swung his bat against the ball with precise accuracy that was headed straight at her direction, she tried to activate her teleport ability... but it was too late as the ball hit her square in the face. Her vision was dazed and blurred, holding a hand to her pained head as she tried to figure out what hit her, she was do dazed that she slumped to the ground, her ears ringing and eyes dazed.

"Boo-yah!" Jeremy yelled triumphantly, fist pumping as he pulled his pistol back out with his left, walking towards the dazed girl that tried to catch him. He was gonna murder this girl with a swift bullet to the head, no mercy for anyone that tried to kill him, even if they were sorta cute... He was untouchable.

Jeremy stood over the girl, pistol locked and loaded, aimed directly at her forehead.

The girl regained her vision, only to find her confused hazel eyes staring into the intimidating blues of her would-be killer.

"Hey hey cutie!" Jeremy roughly forced the barrel of the pistol against her forehead, causing the girl to grunt out desperately, "Any last words until I waste ya? I'm givin' you 2 seconds, one-"

"Recall." She coughed out.

Jeremy pulled the trigger and hit nothing but a blue blur, "What the hell?!" He watched his surroundings and looked behind him quickly, firing bullets blindly. Jeremy was fighting a girl that could teleport anywhere, was this a fight he could win? Before he could think, he heard footsteps behind him and was met by the hard grip of her pistol hitting his face, stunning him momentarily. She shot his right kneecap and he yelled out in pain, dropping to the ground quickly. His pistol still remained in his left hand and tried to bring it up to her so he could shoot, but it was shot out of his hand, the bandages on his left hand falling apart. He held in another scream of pain, a pained muffle being released instead.

She kicked the side of his head, knocking his cap and hood off, revealing naturally slicked hair that had a slight part to the right. She kicked him again in the ribs and held both of her pulse pistols to his head, "Love, this would've been bloody simple if you just gave me the bag, your gonna have to die now."

Jeremy smirked up at the girl and chuckled, he was surprised that she didn't suffer any visible scars from his baseball to her face. "Pull the trigger than... you fuckin' bitch." He said menacingly, staring daggers into her as he dared her to shoot.

"I-I will, just bloody wait!" The girl said nervously... she felt intimidated greatly by his stare, feeling cold chills around her body. Her hands were nervous and her fingers were shaking, her comms suddenly went on.

"Tracer!" A deep voice screamed through her mic, startling her, but still keeping her guns trained on Jeremy.

"What is it Winston?! I'm a bit busy-"

"DO NOT, kill that man!" The man behind the mic known as Winston said.

"What?!" The girl known as Tracer said angrily. How Winston knew she was chasing this man, she didn't know, but she didn't have time to think about it as she tried to come up with a reason to kill him. "Winston! This bloody bloke tried to kill me!"

"Please Tracer, I understand, but he is important, we have uses for his skills! Tracer... Please... just subdue him and I'll take care of him... hold on." Tracer heard a distinct beeping noise in the background, "Okay, I'm dispatching an airship to your exact location. Keep him there for 5 minutes, and I'll take care of the rest."

"Winston, he's gonna bloody murder me!" Tracer said annoyingly, keeping a wary eye on the smirking robber.

"Subdue him Tracer! Taze him already!" Winston said, annoyed.

She turned her comms off and kept two pistols aimed at him, furious that she wasn't allowed to kill him. She stared at the boy that was still on the ground, she stared at him with disgust, his clear white teeth shined evilly in the shadows, highlighting his cocky smirk, "Wipe that stupid smirk off your face or I'll do it for you."

"My smirk looks a lot better than you... So, uhh, heh, no. Try again." Jeremy replied casually.

Tracer shamefully blushed at his comments, hating herself for feeling flattered so easily by a guy that tried to murder her. She puffed annoyingly, "You're a bloody arsehole, people like you deserve to rot in jail."

"And people wit' crappy hair like you - NEED A FRICKIN' HAIRCUT, ASAP." Jeremy laughed at his own comeback, feeling proud of himself. He continued with his insults, "I mean like, seriously! Ya gotta cut that shit off, you look like a frickin' retard." He slyly said, still smirking.

Tracer was steaming and released it by kicking him on the chin, causing his smirk to dissapear from his face. "Loud mouths like you are so fun to shoot at... especially when they decide to talk to you."

Jeremy ignored her threat, mocking her by opening and closing his mouth, "Blah, blah, blah, ya all talk! That's it! All talk and no follow through. Heh... You're a coward y'know that?"

Tracer looked at him questioningly, gritting her teeth together.

"If ya wanted to kill me, you'd do it by now, but noooo! Ya too scared to pull the frickin' trigger on those crappy pistols ya have. You. Are. A frickin'. Coward." Jeremy spat at her shoes, looking her dead in the eyes, "Cowards can't do crap against me, Tracer."

Before she could reply, Jeremy swiped at her pistols with insanely quick reflexes and she was left unarmed, her eyes widened when she saw both of her pistols slide in the distance. Her heart beat quickened when she felt the grip of her tazer in it's holster.

Jeremy stood up and grabbed his pistol off the ground, he aimed it at Tracer, "Man, Ima mess you up so frickin' bad you'll be beggin' for-"

Tracer cut Jeremy off with a inconspicious pull of her taze gun, firing it quickly at his body. Jeremy managed to fire off 3 bullets in her direction before going down, but she blinked to the right, easily avoiding all of his bullets. His body spasm'd and fell to the ground deftly, his scrawny arm twitching for a while then going limp, his body soon followed. Tracer exhaled, he turned on her comms, "Winston, hurry the hell up. I 'subdued' him."

"Hold on there for a couple of minutes, the airship is on it's way." Winston replied.

"Affirmative, Tracer out." She turned her comms off and sat down quietly, away from the man she just tazed.

While she sat alone, she thought of how every criminal should be punished, each of them sharing a home on an island far away from civilization. Her eyes quickly landed themselves on Jeremy, still furious that she wasn't allowed to kill him, despite him almost killing her twice!

Tracer was even more furious at the fact that she blushed from his comments... Blushed! She could not for the life of her, understand why she felt flattered by such scum, "That bloke didn't even look nice..." Her expression turned dreamy when she embarrassingly remembered a feature of him that looked attractive, "...Okay, His eyes sorta did look nice- W-WAIT, WHAT!" Tracer shook her head and sighed, she did not just think of how nice his eyes looked, NOPE. She decided to forget about the robber completely when she thought about her girlfriend, Emily.

She wanted to get back to her as quickly as she could after her mission was done, longing for her touch and wanting precious 'alone' time with her...

Alone as in - A fingering session.

Tracer smiled and let out a shuddering sigh, remembering the pleasure she was in whenever she was fingered by Emily. Bliss, was all that she could describe it as.

Seven minutes have passed and an airship with the Overwatch symbol embedded on the structure hovered quietly over Tracer's location, the airship found a suitable place to land on top of the roof and opened it's doors shortly after landing. An Overwatch soldier walked out of the airship's doors, walking over to and carrying the body of the man that Tracer tazed. He carried his skinny boy inside of the airship and layed him onto a stretcher with restrictors.

The Overwatch soldier saluted to Tracer, "Handled 'em well, have ya?"

"I'm gonna kill that bloke as soon as Winston says I can..." Tracer angrily said, she sighed and had the soldier unstrap the duffle bag that was onto his back. She took a peek at the contents that were inside his duffle bag, finding many stolen pounds and items that belonged to Jeremy. She picked up his pistol, his bat and handed it the soldier, who stored it safely into a container. While she searched through his bag for any dangerous items, she found a single photo inside of the side pocket - It was of a slim woman with delicate black hair and a red dress, 8 boys surrounding her in funny poses, all of the boys had true blue or either light blue eyes, beautiful eye colour after beautiful eye colour as she scanned each of the boys faces with interest.

"She looks beautiful... There is no bloody way that she could be the mom of this... Bloke..." Tracer thought, the woman simply looked too beautiful to ever give life to the waste of space she just tazed. She kept rummaging through his bag, trying to find more photos rather than finding dangerous items.

She rummaged through his duffel bag until she found a photo of the same girl that appeared in the other picture she saw. It was of her alone, beautiful scenery in the background with all of her features popping out proudly to the photographer. Tracer smiled at the picture and flipped it over, immediately noticing the messy writing on the back... along with faded tear stains. The lines read...

Never forget

Your saviour

Your inspiration

Your sunshine

Your mother

Never forget

"Oh..." Tracer assumed that this beautiful woman was the mother of the robber. She flipped the picture back over and gently put it back to it's pockets, her expression softened a bit after reading the lines... he must've loved his mother a lot.

Tracer was surprised by the amount of personal items that were kept in the side pockets of his duffle bag, from photos to notes, she found many of it... But she stopped rummaging through his bag after reading a note that she assumed, was from his dead mother...

The note read...

"Dear Jeremy (My son, a.k.a. My little sunshine), I didn't want to scare you off like I did this morning. I was scared and confused... If only you have listened to my plead for you to come back, this could have been easier on you. I didn't know how to tell you this... I didn't WANT to tell you this, but I'm... I am going to die today. The doctor said my lung cancer was beyond treatment... my death would be unavoidable. I hid it from everybody I knew... Including you. As you most likely have noticed, I have been in a down mood all week, hiding the fact that I would be leaving you on your own with no support and no one to care for you... I... I didn't wanna do that, sad news like that is not what you need, growing up without a man to guide you on the right path, abusive brothers... I couldn't. So I kept it a secret until the day that I would expect to die... But then I get a call from your school, saying that you would be expelled. I was mad, I don't want you to end up dead like all your older brothers... I don't want to lose another one of my sunshines, I don't wanna lose you Jeremy. In today's world, education really is the only thing that can get you through this rough life and I'm sure it will, if you just keep studying hard... And, When I hit you this morning, I was beyond sad, now I'm even more sad that I won't get the chance to spend my last hours with my only sunshine left. Hopefully, you'll come back home so we can share a few of our last precious moments together... But it isn't looking that way, so... Jeremy, if you're reading this... I am so sorry that I hit you, no matter what I do to you, just know that I love you, I will ALWAYS love you. Please, PLEASE don't end up dead like your brothers, live for as long as you can, because I know you have a future that is better than what your current situation is. Find a woman that you want to spend your ENTIRE life with, someone that you can call your sunshine, forever... and if you ever start a family... BE the father that you never had... live and prosper in this cruel world Jeremy... I love you with all my heart. ~ Love, Mom :)

There was a small picture of just Jeremy and his mom at the bottom of the note. It was of him, probably during his teenage years, and of his mom, beautiful and stress-free as ever. Jeremy smiled proudly in the picture, his eyes shining preciously to the camera as he had an arm wrapped around his mother's waist, hugging her tightly. His mom wasn't even looking at the camera, her face in pure happiness as she wrapped her arms around her son. Beside the photo, it was his mom's writing. It read...

My favourite picture of us together, cherish the memories Jeremy.

Tracer finished reading and unknowingly let a tear slide down her cheeks, letting the tear fall onto the note as she sniffled quickly.

"Uh, Tracer, you okay there?" The Soldier said.

"Oh, y-yeah." She wiped her eyes and held back some tears, putting the note gently back into it's pockets with shaky fingers. She pulled Jeremy's gear out of the duffle bag - some unusual looking soda cans, 5 baseballs, and a dangerous looking shotgun. She had the soldier organize it with the rest of his confiscated gear. The soldier kept him strapped to a restrictor as he signalled the pilot for take off.

Tracer hopped off the ship and saluted to the soldier, who saluted back. "Bye love!" She yelled, waving to the airship that would carry Jeremy away to Overwatch's HQ, Watchpoint Gibraltar.

Tracer searched the roof for her pistols and found them dangerously close to the edge, she picked up both and holstered it back into place. She noticed a piece of paper in the corner of her eye, she walked over to it and inspected it - A photo of a man with tempting light blue eyes, lightly tanned face and a defined jawline, staring at the photographer with charming white teeth. She rolled her eyes when she realized she was studying the face of the boy that tried to kill her twice... Maybe Tracer misunderstood the boy, but nothing could make her forget the fact that he almost killed her twice, willingly too. She sighed and hesitatingly let the picture fly from her hands, letting the winds of London carry the picture. Her fingers were tempted to grab the picture back from the winds as it was still in reach, but she ignored it, believing it would be better if she just forgot about him completely. The picture flew off with the winds, she eyed it until it was out of sight.

Tracer yawned and stretched her body, taking in the view of London at night, some lights were on and some were not, Omnics roamed the street and humans drove their floating cars. She decided to blink back to her apartment that she shared with her girlfriend, ready to spend her precious time with Emily.

Deep in Tracer's thoughts though, there was something that made her think of Jeremy... And it annoyed her... A lot.

And yes, I will continue this fanfic REGARDLESS of how much support this story gets, because the idea I came up with for this story really catches my interest... Scout and Tracer hating each other? Hell yes boys! I'll try to update this and keep up to date with my other story. I got work to do...