It had been awhile since she got hit by this kind of bullet. Tracer leant against a stonewall of an old building, blood dripping from her shoulder. Unfortunately her accelerator was out of energy and she had to bear the pain. Bloody hell, I should've listened to Winston... But she didn't and now she was far away from the other Overwatchagents right in Talon's territory. She had wanted to distract their opponents and buy time for her friends. Now all she could do was hide and hope her comrades would do fine without her. Controlling her heavy breaths the British girl was able to hear a feminine voice just around the corner

"Bonsoir Cinglé, I heard your favorite monkey was seen two blocks away from here."

and then a nasty laughter fading into the distance. Sighing in relief Tracer's jaw relaxed. Not for long. Due to the sound of approaching steps the short girl hold her breath again. She had heard these kind of steps many times before.

" 'ello, Cherié" Widowmaker said while walking around the corner.

Her curves embraced by the moonlight, red spots glowing threateningly on her forehead. Effortlessly she kicked the Brit's guns out of her hands that she had raised to her defense. A light chuckle escaped the French's lips "Foolish girl..." the blue skinned assassin whispered putting one of her hands around the shorter woman's neck, pressing her body against the wall. "Looks like I've caught you..."

Tracer had various confrontations with the Talon's agent, who quickly became her rival. Usually they would fight until one side retreated, without any casualties. She had been hit by her rival's bullets a few times but never been unable to go back in time. And she had interfered and averted the sniper's missions just as often forcing her to retreat. It was a game of Hide and Seek. A game of Life and Death. Over and over again.

Struggling to escape she gritted her teeth in pain. To her surprise the Assassin loosened her grip. The visor opened and golden eyes stared into her light brown ones. Usually she would've said something cocky to annoy her opponent but this time Lena knew that she was at the brink of death. She had to play time until her chronal accelerator was charged again. Lost in thought the boyish girl noticed too late the blue hand approaching her bullet wound. A striking pain rushed through her body and she silently screamed as fingers entered her flesh.

"No, no... Please..."

"Silencieux."

It felt like an eternity until the torture had ended

"There you are..." Widowmaker whispered in her french accent.

Tracer's cloth tainted in red, sweat covering her face, she almost fainted. Only the grip of her nemesis kept her on two feet.

"D... Do you hate me so much?" she coughed faintly. "I thought we had a good time."

A weak smile illuminated by the flashing light of the time device formed on her lips. Was this really her end?

"Do you think so...?" An amused voice answered her.

Again, a sting in her shoulder as her torturer pressed on the wound. It was less painful this time though. Maybe her brain cancelled all the input already. At least she felt like she couldn't handle any more.

"Are you angry that you only hit my shoulder...?" A pain distorted smile appearing again.

Only a musing "Mhmm..." escaped the snipers throat while she was still fiddling with the Brit's shoulder. Tracer hadn't noticed that the grip on her neck was gone for a while now. Just when her sight became less blurry and she could see the flagging of the street she realized. The Sniper having a firm grip on her unharmed shoulder watched her closely. Tracer looked up.

"Did you finish already? Well... Actually I wasn't in pain anymore fo-"

"I am angry." the French interrupted her, lifting the brunette's chin with her free hand. The delicate face with the perfectly formed light purple lips appearing well-lit in front of her. Surprised by the interruption the girl looked into captivating golden eyes again which were watching her very facial expression closely with amusement.

Finally the Agent stopped the intense look. Leaning in she whispered into the brunette's ear. "Don't let yourself get killed by such a Cinglé." Lips softly touching the earlobe. "I am the only one who is allowed..." she paused, obviously enjoying the reaction of her prey who's body had become stiff "...to kill you."

Feeling a smile forming at her ear and the tall woman's soft body pressing against hers she held her breath. Just a moment ago she was terrified, groaning with pain as the other woman had played with her like a cat with her prey. But the pain was faint now and the touch gentle. Before, every inch of her body wanted to run as far as possible, now, she couldn't move a centimeter. She didn't want to. The sweet scent of perfume hovering in the air and the enchanting french accent echoing in her ear were disarming. Her mind went blank and her heart was racing. Unable to comprehend the reaction of her body the British girl stood there, back pressed against a cold wall, a soft body warming her front, black hair tickling her nose. She could've stood like this for much longer if it hadn't been for an explosion in the distance making the French pulling away and giving the time jumper a once over.

"Looks like our playtime's over again." she smirked and turned away.

"Adieu Chérie!"

"Who fixed you up?" Mercy asked surprised. "I didn't remember you paying attention in my first aid lesson."

"Ah, well..." Tracer blushed, trying to skip the answer. "But does it matter? I mean, how did you escape the explosion?"

"It was a decoy." a deep voice answered. "We didn't hear from you for a while and aborted the mission. Figured you could be stuck somewhere." Her fuzzy friend mumbled while chewing on a banana.

"Aw~, Thank you, big guy! I Ow' ya!" A brought smile across her face, Tracer rushed forward to hug him.

"Anyway we will have to get the resources out of there soon. God knows how long it will take Talon to find the abandoned outpost there." The Egyptian, who had been patched up by Mercy as well, urged. The doctor gently rested her hand on the soldier's arm.

"Fareeha, Liebes. Don't rush. You've caught enough bullets for a while. Please rest a while." In a faint voice she added "I was worried..." locking eyes with her patient who then couldn't hide the red on her cheeks.

"So, that said... Mission postponed for now. It's late too. We should go home and rest." Winston exclaimed.

"Uuawaaahh..." Lena yawned excessively with a smile following. "Have good night, luvs!" she added, blinking out of the temporary base, heading to her hotel room.

A/N:

I don't know french. Correct me please

Bonsoir = Good evening
Cinglé = Freak (Crazy guy)
Silencieux = Quiet

Fareeha, Liebes = Fareeha, love