Guuuuuuuuh, this is, what? The fourth story I've written in less than a week? Jeezus. Well at any point, this is the sequel Gone properly deserved. ITS FLUFFY :D so now you decide the fate of Jack and Angela. This one is a bit shorter (by about 1000 words), please forgive me. I'm new to writing these, and love doing them, but I'm exhausted.

What was there to do? What was there to say? Everything that Jack had ever loved died in his arms. Or so he believed.

The tears streamed out of his eye, clutching Angela's body close to his, he knew he had to get out. Leave the cursed place. So he ran. He ran without a destination in mind. Blinded by the tears in his eyes, he ran for what felt like miles.

All the while he was choking for breaths, gasping through sobs, until he could finally run no more.

Any onlooker would never have imagined the sight that greeted them. It was that of soldier 76, bent over in agony, distress contorting his face. He was a supposed to be a stoic soldier; unflinching when it came to looking death in the eye. Instead, he was broken, shattered, the only thing he's ever cared about lay lifeless in his arms.

Slowly, he dropped to one knee, exhaustion taking over. Then came the other. He couldn't go on any farther. His feet were bloodied from the miles he ran.

Gently, he lowered Angela's body to the ground. He felt like he was sinning to do so. Her heavenly beauty should remain untainted by earthly quarrels, by human shortcomings. Alas, he was far too exhausted to hold her any longer.

God, she looked so peaceful. Even in death, she looked as beautiful as ever. Her platinum blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her full pink lips looked as alluring as ever. They were slightly parted, as if to say something. Possibly forgiveness to Jack for leaving her for five years.

He yearned for her. His heart sore, he looked her over, more tears welling in his eyes.

Slowly, Jack fell down beside her. Ensuring that he was gentle enough as to not wake her from her eternal slumber. His final thoughts were of Angela. The time they spent together, the moments they shared, the laughs they had, the tears they shed, the love they shared. Never again would he be the same. Never again would he have his angel. These thoughts lulled him to sleep as he looked over her body.

As astute as Jack was, etching her into his mind as to not forget her once she's gone, he failed to notice that her wounds no longer bled. It wasn't that she had bled out, but rather that the nanites inside her suit, inside her body, were working to heal and repair the wounds.

Had her suit not been so damaged by the day's earlier events, there is a good chance that she would have only been rendered unconscious from the wounds she received. Unfortunately, her suit had seen better days, and doing its best to heal her was hardly enough.

By all medical terminology, she was dead. She received a fatal gunshot wound to the chest. However, if there was one thing Angela was well versed in, it was delivering miracles.

Groggily, Jack awoke. Before of him laid the sunset. It was beautiful. The sky was awash with vibrant reds, deep oranges, and soft blues. Both he and Angela used to love watching the sunset. It was as if the heavens opened up to let all those behold a masterpiece only God could create. A sad smile ghosted over his lips, and he looked down. That's when he noticed.

A soft yellow light was radiating from Angela's suit. It bathed both her and Jack with its brilliance. And then, a breath.

It was so soft, it barely made it past her lips, but it was a breath.

Jack sat there, stunned. After all that she'd been through, after all that he'd put her through, she came back to him.

In silence, Jack watched her. Slow, soft breaths passed her lips. With each inhale, her breaths became stronger. With each exhale, her strength grew.

Slowly, her eyes fluttered open. Weakly, she looked over at Jack, and gave him a smile. Although it wasn't like her usual beaming smile, it was one that ensured to Jack that she would be okay.

Again she closed her eyes, but this time out of exhaustion, not death.

"Angel?"

"Hmm?"

"We're going to get through this okay. I'm never going to leave your side."

"Mmhmm."

The sun was setting. The night sky slowly spreading across the horizon. Jack looked up to the stars.

"You know, every time we looked up to the stars, I always thought it was the most beautiful thing I've ever seen… but I was wrong."

Angela looked at him, a small smile on her face.

"You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, and never again will I leave you."

This time Angela was able to manage a full smile.

Tears cascaded down Jack's face as he reached over to embrace his angel.

It was soft, barely audible, but Jack heard it.

"I've always loved you Jack."

"And I've always loved you."

They stayed embraced for what could have been hours. Neither one had any desire to leave each other's side.

By now night had completely fallen.

Taking off his leather jacket, Jack draped it over Angela's shoulders to keep her warm. Now they embraced to stay warm. And Jack would make sure of that.

In the distance, Jack heard a low humming, and a smile spread over his face. Looking down, he saw a smile on Angel's as well.

An Overwatch drop ship appeared, its searchlights bathing the ground in its brilliant light. The lights then came to rest on Jack and Angela. Slowly the craft descended, opening the bay door to let jack and Angela in.

"You sure are a sight for sore eyes!" McCree appeared in the doorway.

"You wouldn't believe it." Jack replied. Angela back in his arms, carrying her bridal style. Jack reached the door and entered in.

"Boy have I got a story to tell you…" Began Jack.

"We..."

Jack was shocked, he looked down. There was Angela, in his arms, a smile spread across her face.

"Have we got a story to tell you."

Smiling, Jack nodded in acknowledgment.

"Do we ever…"

And so they told their tale. Their strike team surrounding them, enraptured by the story they told.

I hope you enjoyed this one :)