In the main office in the Zurich general hospital, the head of operations was working at his desk when a rather tall young man who resembled late horror writer H.P Lovecraft entered the room.

"You wish to speak with me, sir? The young man asked with his thick German accent. The head man responded, "Yes, I was wondering how your patient is holding up?"

"How is she holding up?" the young man asked with a hint of hostility. "How is she holding up? Sir, her parents were killed by omnics! How do you think she's holding up?"

"Now don't get to worked up, herr doctor." The head man tried to call the young man down. "I understand your concern for the girl. From what I hear from the nurses, you two have become rather close."

"Ja, we have indeed." The young medic said with a calmer and more soothed voice. "She's also quite brilliant! I've sat her down to held her learn some of the basics of modern medicine and she's excelling at it! She's putting most of the doctors here to shame!"

"That's what I wanted to talk to you about." The head doctor told him as his slid his paperwork to the side. The man looked up at the young doctor and said, "The girl is only seven and her knowledge of medicine is like that of a junior in medical school. I foresee a bright future for this girl."

"Ja, I do as well, but I don't understand what that has to do with her current situation."

"I'm about to tell you. Since she is orphaned and seem to have no family to take care of her, we agree that she is to reside here in the hospital and to be trained in the arts of medicine."

"Don't you think that's a bit of a burden on her?"

"She's a child, she wouldn't know what's what."

"She may be a child, but she's far from stupid, as well as myself."

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, sir."

"You want to turn her into a lab rat. A guinea pig under your control."

"I thought we were in agreement that she was stupendous at medical."

"We are, but not on how she is to be raised. She just lost her family, for heaven's sake. She doesn't need academics, she needs shelter. She needs tender loving care."

"Doctor, I understand that you care for the girl, but you are not her family. You are a military man, a physician, a philosopher, but more importantly, you are her doctor and nothing more."

"That's what you think." The young doctor held up a folder that went unnoticed by the head medic until he pulled it up. The young medic placed it on the desk and the older doctor picked it up and opened it. He read over the contents and was surprised by what he saw.

"You're adopting her." He flat out read what the paperwork was about. He cleared his throat, closed the folder, put it back on the desk and told the young medic, "You are genius is undoubting, doctor. You're a bit of a madman as well, but your unorthodox methods have saved lives. However, this is when your madness outweighs the genius. You are only twenty one and the head of surgery here. You can't handle raising a little girl."

"I once had fifty patients to take care of at the same time. A normal doctor would have broken under those circumstances. I didn't. I think I can handle the job and taking care of the girl."

"What of her education? What about taking care of her after she is done school? You can't provide a future for this girl."

The young medic leaned on the desk and said in the older man's face, "Watch me." With that, he grabbed the folder and left.

The young medic made his way to the waiting room where a small blonde hair girl laid sleeping on the couch. He knelt down next to her, softly shook her shoulder and whispered, "Angela, time to wake up. I'm taking you home."

The little girl stirred as she opened her eyes. The young man could see that the poor girl was still tired so he let her sit up and she reached out her arms. He picked her up and she wrapped her arms around him and he let her fall back to sleep on his shoulder. He stood up and walked out of the hospital with the girl in his arms.

Thirty years later…

Overwatch had finally been recalled after five years when the PETRAS Act went into effect. Due to the Act, all of Overwatch had to remain an underground vigilante group. Some of the alumni had returned with people they met along the way outside the faction's disbandment. One of the alumni to return was Dr. Angela Zeigler. Dr. Zeigler was a bright and studious woman that many find hard to come to dislike. Even some newer members of Overwatch who had such discontent of the law abiding lifestyle, such as Junkrat and Sombra, had come to love Angela due to her sweet nature.

However, of all that she had helped, no one had more love and devotion to Angela than one of her own patients, Shimada Genji. Genji was brought to her on the brink of death, but she saved him by creating a whole new cybernetic body for him to live with. He of course didn't take kindly to it, but after time and soul searching, he had come to accept his new life. He was truly appreciative of Angela for saving his life, right to the point where he actually fell in love with her. After some time with him, Angela fell in love with Genji. The two have an open relationship. Angela has stated on many occasions that she has not loved any man the way she loves Genji.

Except one man…

This one man had raised her, cared for her and protected her as she grew up. After her parents were killed, this man took her in and raised her like a daughter. He always encouraged her to follow in her dreams. He helped her learn medicine and the medical arts. He made her the woman she is today. She never said his name, but she always said he enjoyed being called his class name, he was called Medic.

If there was one thing Angela hoped for one day, she had hoped that she could bring the two most important men in her life together one day. She hoped the two would get along.

That day would come soon…

"Alright, we need a team to head out to a small town in Arizona!" Soldier 76 ordered to the group of Overwatch operatives who weren't deployed out on missions, this was Junkrat, Roadhog, Angela, Genji, Sombra, and Ana. Junkrat and Sombra whined as they didn't want to go anywhere, just lounge around and do nothing. Solider tried to tell them that it was a simple recon mission to a place called Tuefort located in the Badlands.

"Wait, Tuefort?" Angela gasped as she looked up from the book she was reading. Soldier reassured her and she cheered, "I'll take this mission!"

"Uh…well…really?" Soldier was baffled. "This is like a simple mission that doesn't need a medic support."

"Really! I'll take it!" Angela was quite happy with this mission. This surprised everyone in the room, but with Angela going, the rest agreed to go along. Everyone except Genji, who was nowhere to be seen.

After the mission was set, Angela searched the Gibraltar Watchpoint, calling for Genji.

"Genji! Come out, we have a mission!"

So far, nothing but the sound of the waves at the bottom of the cliffs crashing. She knew Genji loved to play his little games so she tried to prepare herself for his shenanigans. She continued to call for him, ignoring the shadow the leaped down from behind her. She only got a few steps in when someone covered her eyes and chirped in their mechanical voice, "Yo!"

She knew who it was. She just swatted his arms away and turned to face Genji. He already had is faceplate and helmet off, showing his scared face and his spiky green hair. He had his mischievous grin plastered on his face, but she couldn't help but smile up at him before giving him a kiss on the lips. He kissed her back as he pulled her into him. When they parted, she told him, "We have a mission."

"I heard." Genji said as he nuzzled his forehead into hers.

"We're going to Tuefort."

"Why?"

"Because I want you to meet my father."