Chapter Two

"We've landed, Miss Oxton", the pilot spoke over the intercom system in the flight headset.

"Coulda gotten her faster if you woulda just let me fly."

"You know the rules, Miss Oxton. You may collect your bags and exit the aircraft."

"Fine." Tracer snarled back at the pilot. He didn't deserve mistreatment, but he was the only one there for Tracer to be mad at, even if none of this was technically his fault. Tracer grabbed the bags that had already been packed for her of her stuff, and exited out of the open door on the side of the cargo hold. "Do me a favor." Tracer yelled up to the pilot. "When you get back, tell Winston I said, Fuck you, fuzzy!"

"I will not do that Miss Oxton. Have a relaxing vacation." The pilot yelled back, before hitting the door button and closing Tracer outside of the aircraft carrier.

"Hmmph. Just my rotten luck." Tracer whispered under her breath as she sauntered off to the black cab that was waiting for her.

"Bonjour Madam"

"Cut the French. I can't understand you. Just take me here." Tracer handed the driver the piece of paper with the name of the hotel on it, after rudely cutting him off and slouched back into her chair.

"Oui."

The cab driver took off towards the hotel as he played a classical music station. As the car came closer to the destination, the music stopped and the radio host began to speak. Tracer couldn't understand what he was saying, when she heard him say a name that she did know. Amelie Lacroix.

She had met Amelie on a few occasions at Overwatch dinners as she accompanied her husband. Lena had just been accepted at Overwatch when she first met the stunning dancer. Her grace blew Tracer away and her beauty was incredible. Tracer had never seen a more beautiful woman in her life.

Lena recalled leaning over to her friend and Blackwatch member, Jesse McCree when they entered a ball room the night of an Overwatch dinner, after spotting the beautiful woman, and saying "I'd hit that" under her breath to the cowboy. Jesse let a small huffy laugh out and shook his head, as the two continued to walk towards the table where they were meant to be seated.

A few moments later, Lena found herself staring at the woman on the other side of the table from her, completely in awe of her cheekbones, and her silky long hair, and her beautiful shoulders. What had she done to have a reserved seat at the same table as this piece of perfection?

Eventually, Amelie caught on to her admirer and winked at her from across the table, snapping Tracer out of her daze, causing her to blush and look back down at her food. After that night, their interactions remained simple and rare. Amelie was always draped over Gerard's shoulder like a beautiful prize, and you could tell by the way they looked at each other, they were madly in love.

Amelie was stunning and put together every time Lena laid eyes on her. She was Lena's unattainable celebrity crush and it drove Lena crazy. But one day, that all changed.

Lena hadn't been with Overwatch for long when the beautiful Amelie went missing. Gerard was destroyed. Lena had been with him when innocent people were dying, and had seen him after a failed mission, but nothing affected him the way his missing wife did. Overwatch searched relentlessly, and a week later, Amelie came home. It wasn't long after that night that Lena stood in the front of the cathedral to lay her superior to rest, while his widow, Amelie, went missing once again.

Not even three months later, Lena was to be the test pilot on a new jet that used time travel to move faster than any jet created before that point. It was named the Jet Stream, and Lena, the most revered pilot in the world, after her shining history with the Royal Air Force, was tasked with taking it on its first flight.

Unfortunately, the flight did not turn out the way it was supposed to. The time jump mechanism in the jet malfunctioned and the jet, along with Lena, disappeared. She had somehow been lost in time, appearing in the current timeline at random moments. Eventually, Winston figured it out and created the glowing mechanism Tracer now wore over her torso. It was her chronal accelerator, and it allowed her to keep control over her own time, including giving her the ability to jump short distances back and forth in time.

Suddenly, Lena felt the cab come to an abrupt stop and the driver got out of the car to open the door for her. "Oi, thanks!" Tracer tries to swelter the sound of irritation in her voice over this trip, considering the poor driver who had nothing to do with any of it.

"Je vous en prie", the driver responded as he lent his hand to help Lena out of the car and lead her to the trunk to grab her things. Lena left him with a tip and a solute and spun around towards the hotel that laid before her.

The hotel appeared immaculate from the outside, but Lena wasn't interested in the hotel. She only needed to leave her stuff in her room and use it to sleep in at night, if she decided to bring women back to her hotel at the end of the night. Without paying much mind to her surroundings, she rushed to the check in counter, grabbed her room key and dropped off her belongings, before heading right back out of the door for the nearest pub.

As Lena walked down the streets, she began to regret not asking where the nearest pub was. She figured she would be able to find one a couple blocks away, being right in the center of town, but so far, she was having no luck locating any place to drink other than the random café's dotted along the sidewalks.

She kept on walking, determined to find a grungy place to grab a few drinks and talk to some of the locals, but the more she walked, the more she began to doubt that this town even had a pub. She walked around the corner of one of the many blocks she had already walked past, when she saw a huge, castle-like, building in the middle of a beautiful lake.

From the distance, it looked like a gorgeous castle, but she could tell by the deterioration, that no one had lived there in quite some time. So, she kept walking, still hoping to find at least one shady pub. It didn't even need to be grungy at this point. She just needed a drink.

It took another ten minutes of walking to finally come across a small pub on the outskirts of the town. There were three men smoking cigarettes on the pebbled sidewalk in front of the pub who didn't even acknowledge the time jumper's presence as she walked up and pushed on the large wooden door.

As she entered the pub, the familiar smell of cigars, beer, and fried food greeted her, reminding her of the many pubs she frequented while in her home town of London. The bar was located near the back of the building, past dining tables lit by candles and dim vintage ceiling lights that dangled above the walk ways. The floors were a dark wood and the walls were covered in a dark red wallpaper with wood lining.

"Fuckin' finally." Lena said as she sat down at the bar. She grabbed a beer menu to browse what they had in stock, settling on an interesting sounding dark stout with a French name. Maybe this drink would give the normally bubbly girl, her bubbles back.

"Bonjour. Qu'est-ce que tu veux ?" Lena couldn't understand what he was saying, but it was safe to assume that he was asking what she wanted to drink, so she simply pointed at the name on the menu and thanked him in his native tongue. It was obvious by her accent that she was not French, and as soon as the bar tender sat her drink down, he began to speak to her in English.

"Not from around here, are you ?" the bartender questioned Lena in his deep French accent as she took a much needed swig from the mug.

"Nah mate, my friends forced me to take a holiday so here I am." Lena responded, before taking another large gulp of the beverage.

"You were forced to take a vacation ? Sounds like you have nice friends."

"Nope. They were just trying to get rid of me. They can get stuffed for all I care." Lena said with bitterness in her voice, making it obvious that she was done with the conversation.

As she finished off her first drink, she noticed a dark figure catching her attention as it slipped out of the corner of her eye. She spun in her stool to see what, or who it was, only to see a very tall, slender woman, quickly leaving the pub after spotting the British woman looking back at her, her long dark hair almost getting caught in the door closing behind her.

'That was strange.'


"She should be here any minute..." Angela said to herself under her breath as she looked at the small watch hanging on her wrist. Lena had finally left the base after days of complaining about how bored she was and Mercy had been looking forward to this moment of peace and quiet to meet with the former Egyptian Military Captain, and current Overwatch Officer, Fareeha Amari, and catch up on Fareeha's adventures on the field during the last 6 months.

A few minutes passed as Angela flipped through pages of the latest medical journal, when a buzz was heard over the intercom of her office.

"Dr. Ziegler, Captain Amari is here to see you." Athena's artificial voice rang over the loud speakers, snapping Mercy's face out of the journal she was reading.

"Thank you, Athena. Send her in." Mercy responded, setting the tablet down on the desk before her.

The doors slid open and a tall, muscular, and dark skinned Egyptian woman walked through, greeting the doctor with a warm smile on her face that was only worn when she wasn't on the battlefield. Angela was always amazed by the beauty that scarred and battle-hardened soldier carried with her. Mercy was not one to find herself attracted to other women, but she could not deny the handsome beauty that Fareeha carried with her, even when she was hidden in her Raptora suit.

Fareeha smiled big as soon as she saw Angela standing up from the desk before her. "Ahh, my beautiful liebling! You have been missed!" Angela announced as she approached Fareeha with arms opened wide. Fareeha wrapped her arms around the smaller woman in a bear hug as she said hello in her native tongue.

"It's been far too long, Angela. How have you been?" Pharah asked as she stood back from the embrace, holding Mercy's arms in her hands right below her shoulders.

"Not busy enough. It's been slow here during the last couple weeks. We even sent Lena off to France on a vacation to get her out of our hair. You know how she gets when she gets bored." Angela explained, content being held by the beautiful Egyptian.

"Ahh yes. She is a ball of energy, isn't she?" Pharah let out a chuckle and shook her head at the thought of a bored Lena Oxton.

"Too much energy, although I appreciate her spirit." Angela responded, being released from Pharahs grasp. "How are you feeling? Any injuries I should check on while we are here?"

I'm feeling very well. A few scrapes and bruises here and there but nothing I can't handle. I was actually hoping you would allow me the opportunity to take the beautiful and overworked doctor out to lunch?" Pharah gave Angela a smile that could have melted any man who looked her way, but Angela was obviously impervious to the Egyptians charm. Well, mostly.

"As in, a date?" Angela jokingly responded, causing Fareeha to blush lightly.

"No! I mean, I guess kind of. But not. Not a date. Just one friend taking another friend to get some food! But where the one friend pays for the other friend! Like, a thanks for the many times my life has been saved in battle. Ha..." Pharah gave Angela an awkward, full-toothed smile, as she rubbed the back of her neck with her hand. She never was comfortable with the thoughts of dates and relationships. Even if she was only treating her close friend to lunch.

"I'm just picking on you. I would love to get some food! I am more than capable of paying for my own, however." Angela smiled back, hoping her calm tone would allow the dark-skinned woman to relax. It was funny seeing such a brave and battle-hardened warrior tense up over something so silly, but Angela didn't want to cause the poor woman to panic.

"Wonderful! Where would you like to go?" Fareeha asked the small Swiss woman, her cheeks returning to their normal tint.

"I'll leave that up to you. After all, you are the one who asked me out on a date." Angela winked at Fareeha as she turned to grab her coat.

"Okay, I know what you're doing here, and it's working. I am sufficiently uncomfortable." Pharah laughed as she said this, hoping to lighten the mood for herself.

"My apologies. It's just so fun making you blush!" Angela put her hand over her mouth as she giggle at the dirty look the captain gave her. "Alright then, let's go get that lunch. I am starved."


"Torbjorn modified my suit so that I can fly on my own in battle! He also upgraded my gun so that it is more powerful. You won't be the only one raining justice from the sky during our next battle!" Angela giggled at her own joke as she explained the newest upgrades to her Valkyrie suit to the Egyptian woman sitting at the table across from her.

The two women had picked an authentic Indian restaurant not far from the Watchpoint and were now sitting together enjoying their drinks. Fareeha sipped on her Old Fashion while Angela enjoyed her much deserved glass of wine.

"So, you're telling me you don't need me anymore? No more Pharmercy patrolling the skies? Raining justice from damage boosted rockets? A shame." Pharah leaned forward on her chair giving the doctor a puppy eyed look mere inches from her face, emphasizing the details of fake pain in her eyes.

"Oh liebling, you know I'll always be there to brighten up the skies with you!" Pharah leaned back in her chair, satisfied enough with Mercy's answer and gave the Swiss doctor a wide mouthed smile from the other side of the oak table.

The women spent the rest of the lunch sharing stories and laughing about times past, giving no thought to the lateness of the hour or the quantity of their beverage consumption. After several hours of laughing at the others stories and chatting about the latest Overwatch news, the sky had become dark and stars could be seen shining lightyears away.

"It appears as though the time has gotten away from us and I am slightly drunk." Fareeha laughed as she looked outside to see the sun had gone down.

"I didn't e-even notice…" Angela was much smaller than Fareeha, yet had somehow managed to drink as much as her during their dinner conversation. It's a good think at least one of them had a high alcohol tolerance.

"Wanna get out of here and, uh, head back to my place?" Pharah asked, flashing a cheeky grin and hoping Angela wasn't too drunk to recognize her joke.

"If 'your place' is a reference to headquarters, then no. But, it is late, so I guess, yes…" Angela slurred over her words as she thought through a sufficient answer. "I was having such a great night I was hoping it wouldn't end!"

"It doesn't have to end. We could go somewhere else?" Pharah asked, hoping the doctor would decide to be a little irresponsible for once.

Angela thought for a moment before answering the soldier sitting across from her. "No, I should be up early tomorrow to continue some research. Let's get out of here."

"As you wish." Fareeha set down a pile of cash for the meal and drinks before Angela could protest, grabbed the smaller girls arm, and headed for the door.

"I... I may have 'hic' had one too many... 'hic'." Angela spoke through alcohol induced hiccups that hadn't stopped in the last several blocks the women had walked.

"Ha! And here I thought you Swiss had the same drinking habits as the Germans!" Pharah shot back, slightly less drunk than the other woman.

"We do! I would have outdrank you if you weren't 'hic' twice my size. Damn these 'hic' hiccups!"

Pharah laughed at the blonde's frustration then let everything grow quiet. For a few moments, not a noise came from the women besides the quiet sound of Angela's hiccups.

"Watch out!" Pharah yelled out as she pushed into the smaller woman, nearly knocking her off her feet.

"For fucks sake! Watch out for what!?" Angela jumped back as she gave the, now, laughing Egyptian a startled look.

"Sorry, I thought I saw something but never mind." Pharah explained through repeated giggles, laughing especially hard at Angela's rare usage of such a crude word.

"What's so funny? You nearly gave me a heart attack!" Angela became flustered, more so than she had already been thanks to the alcohol.

"But are they gone?"

"Are what gone? Who is they?"

"The hiccups. Are they gone?"

"Oh! I... I don't know... maybe?"

"I learned that trick from some Americans. They claimed scaring someone could remove their hiccups. I guess they were right!" Pharah let out another chuckle, her stomach muscles sore from laughing.

"Well I am so glad that my fear is so amusing to you." Sarcasm was a rare occurrence from the Swiss doctor, but this moment proved the perfect situation for it.

"We're almost back. Are you sure you want to go back already?" Pharah asked, giving the same puppy eyes to Angela she had given her at the start of dinner.

"It's 1 in the morning. What else are we supposed to do? Freeze in the middle of a dark field? Wander the sidewalks lit by dim street lights? Or perhaps we can go skinny dipping in the Mediterranean?" Angela joked back to the begging Egyptian whose eyes had grown wide at the thought of swimming in the sea, naked, with the doctor.

The long walk back to the base left Pharah soberer than she had been at the restaurant and she instantly grew red at the thought. Thank the gods it was too dark for Angela to see the new tint on the poor Egyptians face. "I mean, if you want to." Pharah winced at her comment waiting for Angela to respond in disgust at the idea, however the response never came. "Angela?" Fareeha looked over to the doctor to see why she had grown quiet so suddenly, to find the other woman staring intensely at the sidewalk before her, cheeks flushed bright red, presumably from the alcohol.

"Let's do it." Angela announced as she looked up at Fareeha who was looking down at her with slight worry showing through her brows.

"Do what?"

"Let's go to the Mediterranean Sea, get naked, and jump in." Angela responded to Fareeha's questioning, her response shocking the taller woman.

"I have a feeling that isn't a good idea."

"Which is all-the-more reason to do it! I've been sitting in my office for weeks doing boring medical paperwork. I need to let loose and have some fun for once."

"The dinner wasn't letting loose enough for you?"

"Of course not. That was just dinner! Let's go do something crazy that we may or may not regret later."

Pharah had never seen the doctor like this before; so very determined to break rules and take a chance on something so stupid and immature. However, once the doctor had set her eyes on something, it was nearly impossible to cut off her gaze.

"Fine. But if we get arrested for public indecency, you're paying the legal fees." Pharah finally answered, not willing to take the risk on her bank account.

"Fair enough. Here's to not getting caught!" Angela tossed a huge smile in the Egyptians direction before running off ahead of her.

Gibraltar was a medium sized city that sat on a peninsula on the coast of southern Spain, and after a couple minutes of drunkingly running towards the coast, the two women made it to the shoreline of a dark and secluded beach.

"This'll do!" Announced Angela as she began to strip off her clothes.

'This is fucking crazy.' Pharah thought to herself as she followed suit in removing her clothes stopping at her underwear. There was no way she was about to actually go in naked, after all, it's not like Angela was going to actually... go..hmm...never mind. Pharah looked up to see a completely nude Angela watching her undress, waiting impatiently for the Egyptian to remove the rest of her clothing.

"Woah woah woah, I didn't think we were actually getting naked." Before Pharah could come up with an excuse, Angela pounced toward the taller woman, putting in an immense effort to unclip the clipless sports bra the Egyption was wearing.

"Take it off!" Angela quipped as she wrestled with the back of Pharah's bra.

"Fine! Just get off me so I can do so. How drunk are you? My bra doesn't even have a clip." Pharah said, giggling as she pushed the smaller woman away from her, her face shining bright red at the sight before her. She felt slightly guilty for the dirty thoughts swirling through her head, but what else was she supposed to think when Angela was so shamelessly flaunting herself in front of her.

"Drunk enough to think this isn't that bad of an idea!" Angela laughed, watching the taller woman strip off her remaining clothes.

"Let's do this." Pharah tossed her underwear to the ground and sprinted for the water, diving in once it was up to her knees.

Angela followed soon after, diving in despite the cold temperature of the water. This was so uncharacteristic of the two women. They were usually so composed and proper, but not at this moment. At this moment, they were irresponsible teenagers again, doing something stupid with no understanding of the repercussions if they were to be caught.

For almost an hour, the two women swam around in the water that was warmer than the night air, leaving clouds of steam to settle at the top of the water, further obscuring the view of the women from the shore. They let go, able to fully relax and enjoy themselves, something that was a luxury with the lifestyles they led. Between saving the world and keeping a team together, neither women had time to do this. To have fun. Lena would have loved this.

The woman eventually left the water, their bodies both pruning from the long soak. They hastily threw their clothes back on and headed back to the base, tiredly laughing about their adventures that night.

"I don't want the night to end yet." Pharah said to Angela, a slight look of worry in her eyes.

"Then it doesn't have to. We have some liquor back at the base if you would like to further indulge with me." Angela responded, her smile softening the worried look on the Egyptians face.

"I guess that'll do, but I thought you had work to do in the morning?" Pharah questioned, wanting to make sure the doctor didn't entirely regret everything in the morning.

"I work my ass off constantly. What's one night of irresponsibility?"


AN/ Thank you so much for reading so far! I'm extremely excited to finally start sharing this story and I hope you will all love it! Or at least enjoy it to an extent. Please leave some comments because it is super encouraging and reminds me to keep pushing out new chapters! The plan at the moment is to continue pushing them out every week to every other week. If you have any questions or critiques, feel free to send me a message. Big thanks to for pointing out my Spanish mistake in chapter one! English is my first and only language, and sometimes I can't even english good or do words and stuff. Have a beautiful day/night my lovely readers!