It had been years. Years since she had met Amelie since she had disappeared from that woman's arms, since she had felt so happy in such a dark moment.
Lena had, eventually, returned. Winston had met her, told her his plans, and saved her life. But during the time that he worked with her before she was actually safe, Lena and Amelie had grown so much closer. The ballet dancer always seem shook from their first experience yet she had tried so hard to forget it, to be a signal of strength for Lena. To many, their quick affection had been quite odd. The highly sophisticated, incredibly beautiful and smart French ballerina with the hyperactive, scruffy, adventurous pilot? They had nearly nothing in common, mere chance had brought them together.
Lena didn't quite understand it either. Not until the day Amelie had disappeared herself.
Much like Lena, Amelie had her own disappearance. At the time it had broken Lena's heart. She and her friend's husband, Gerard, had shared a fair amount of tears. Talon, those bastards, had stolen their friend to do God knows what to her. Everyone in Overwatch knew Talon wasn't particularly nice to captives. Ever since Overwatch had recovered their first Talon captives they had done their best to lose no one else. But an attack on a civilian related to Overwatch? It had always been a possibility, precautions had been made, yet it had never occurred until now.
Then one day Amelie reappeared. Overwatch uncovered intelligence, thanks to Gerard himself, that several people kidnapped by Talon were being kept in a base in London, right in Lena's backyard! The Brit herself had led the assault that saved those captives. She had burst straight through the front door, taken out several enemy soldiers within seconds, and had blown away the lock of the holding cells, dashed inside and embraced Amelie.
"It's ok Amelie," She whispered, more so to herself than the ballerina. "I'm here, you're safe."
Amelie didn't react for a solid minute, then finally she wrapped her arms around Tracer and pressed her face against the Brit. She said nothing. Lena had decided to take her to safety then get the rest, the entire raid was incredibly successful. Lena rode home in silence, watching her comrades cheer...and watching Amelie curl into a ball in her seat staring at nothing.
But this wasn't the disappearance I had mentioned before, no. Amelie had been rescued, all was well, right?
Wrong.
"Ugh..." Lena groaned, two weeks after the raid to rescue Amelie. She couldn't seem to fall asleep tonight.
Her dorm was, compared to most, quite posh. Lena had taken it upon herself to get rid of the dull furniture that Overwatch provided and buy her own replacements that suited her taste. Against the rules? Yes, definitely. But with Winston's help, they managed to sneak everything in. Her bed was shoved in a corner, surrounded by a mess of laundry. Her closet was filled with both civilian and military clothes, a desk with a computer on top and a chair sat by the window, giving a dazzling view to the city that this Overwatch base overlooked, somewhere in Sweden. Lena herself was wearing yellow shorts and a yellow t-shirt that opened up so her chronal accelerator could pop through. She walked around barefoot, liking the feeling of the carpet.
She walked for a good five minutes, pacing in circles, unsure what to do. She knew why she couldn't sleep: Amelie. Ever since the rescue that women had occupied every moment of Lena's life. The Brit wanted to go talk to her, embrace her, cry on her shoulder or hold Amelie as she cried. She just wanted to be with her for crying out loud.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Lena knew that, for their protection, Gerard and Amelie were living here. Hell, she even knew what room they were sharing. Convincing herself that she was going for nothing more than a midnight walk, Lena walked out of her room and in direction of the ballerina's. Everything was silent, minus the soft sound of her bare feet against the floor. Guards were walking around here and there, each time they passed Lena they gave her a respectful nod.
The Brit was almost to her destination, she could see the door when someone rounded the corner. It was Commander Morrison, looking as tough and as serious as ever. He was wearing sweatpants, a tank top, and fluffy bunny slippers. (Had it been anyone but Commander Morrison Lena would've had a good laugh at that. It was quite funny to see her superior officer wearing those.
"Can't sleep, Oxton?" He asked, smiling dryly as they drew close. She smiled more brightly and gave him a half-assed salute.
"No sir, I just kept thinking about my favorite commander and wanted to go see him," She replied.
"Ha, kiss ass," He remarked, shaking his head and smiling wider. It disappeared fast. "Why are you here, Lena?"
"Just walking around, sir-"
"Is that the only reason you came through here?" He asked again, more sternly. Lena was about to fumble her way out of this one when she heard glass break, it had come from Amelie's room. The two agents turned their eyes to the door as it opened.
"What the..." Lena muttered.
It was Amelie, wearing nothing more than a thin white nightgown that was only somewhat paler than her own pale skin. The ballerina's amber eyes were full of anger or shock, Lena couldn't which, and her dark hair was flowing down her back. But what really caught their eyes was the blood. Blood all over Amelie's arms, some splattered on her neck and face, and plenty painting her hands red. Amelie's eyes met Lena's and she dashed off, dropping something.
"Oh no..." Morrison muttered, then louder. "No no no no!"
Lena watched him dash into the bedroom, then followed in a single blink. What she saw made her gasp, it froze her heart. On the single bed of the room lay Gerard, his body covered in blood, his neck sliced several times.
Dead.
"Private Oxton," Commander Morrison said, turning to her. His eyes showed nothing but rage. "Don't let her get away."
Lena's eyes met her commander's and that was all she needed to shake out of it. She snapped a quick salute and blinked out of the room, then down the hall in the direction Amelie was heading. Yet, somehow, Lena knew she wasn't going to harm Amelie in any way. She was worried.
Gunshots came down another hall and Lena blinked in that direction. Once, twice, three times. She finally saw Doctor Ziegler there, crouched next to a wounded guard.
"Lena, Amelie has gone mad!" Ziegler barked, pointing down the hall. "She's heading for the roof, go!"
Lena didn't need to be told twice. She dashed down the halls faster than she ever had before, a streak of neon blue light. Nothing would stop her, not the people she dodged, not the image of dead Gerard in her head, not the limited charge in her chronal accelerator. She just had to get to Amelie.
Finally, the Brit blinked up a final flight of stairs and she found her target. Amelie, standing by the edge of the roof, looking down.
"Don't move!" Lena yelled, her concern obvious. "Please, Amelie, don't move!"
"Turn around," The dancer said, her voice shaky. Scared. "Please, just turn around leave me."
"Amelie, what happened? Was it Talon-"
"It was me!" The other yelled, balling her fists.
"Amelie, I don't know what's going on," Lena said carefully, taking a step forward. "But you can trust me, you know you can trust me. I'll always be here for you, yeah?"
"Please, Lena, it's not so simple-"
"I don't care, I swear I'll help you," The Brit cut in, blinking in front of the woman. "I swear it on my life."
"Why do you care so much about me?" Amelie whispered, her voice cracking.
"I love you," Lena Oxton said, clear and firm, with as much certainty as she could muster. She hadn't thought of her feelings as love before, but she knew they were the truth the moment she spoke them. "I love you, Amelie."
"As do I, Lena Oxton," Amelie whispered, suddenly pulling Lena close and pressing their lips together.
It was a short kiss, yet full of passion and love and bitterness from both of them as if somehow they both knew what was going to happen next. Finally, Amelie pulled away, just an inch.
"This is the last time you will see Amelie," Widowmaker whispered. "If you love me, then next time we meet you must do me a favor. You must kill me."
"Wha- No!"
"Goodbye, mon cherie," Widowmaker said, pushing Lena away and letting herself fall off the rooftop.
Lena immediately blinked forward, and she would've blinked off the building too if it meant saving her beloved, but when she looked down the side of the building she saw nothing.
Amelie was gone.
