Hello! I was kinda surprised some people actually liked this. It was just a random thought I had and I had to type it out. Sorry, it's not long but it's a little longer than last time. Originally this chapter was supposed to be a look into the past but I wanted to leave you guys hanging a little. There's a little insight to what happened but you won't be getting the full story for a while sorry.
It wasn't that Lena was upset with her 'new' life, we actually yeah maybe she was more than a little 'unhappy' with her new life. Every night she woke up in cold sweat, her dreams haunted by her forever occurring nightmare. Every night she woke up screaming, and every night the older woman would come in, hold her and nurse her back to sleep, every night. Lena was thankful, maybe even grateful for the help she received from the older woman. Lena never really got to know her very well, even though Lena has been staying at her home for two years and counting, all she learned was her name was Dakota, and she was from overseas and a woman with many years on her. Lena didn't understand what Dakota meant when she told her she was a 'Native American', but when she rephrased it to 'Indian' Lena then understood what Dakota meant. Lena was interested, mainly because she only read of 'Indians' in history books and they often were described as 'savage people' with no sense of respect, but in reality Dakota was the kindest and most respected person Lena knew. Lena remembered back when it was a few months after Lena was rescued, and she was observing Dakota working in the cafe when she witnessed another form of racism. Lena knew there was a bad issue with racism towards the Omnics, but she never knew there was a stronger hate towards the 'Indians'. But Dakota took care of the incident, in a calm and orderly way. There was no violence involved, none. Only a few, okay maybe not 'a few' cuss words and profanity coming from the assaulter. But Dakota held onto her authority and handed the situation with ease, both calming down her customers and escorting the man out, even if he was up in her face and calling her vile things. "What an arse" Lena had thought watching from afar, hiding in the corner. But Dakota didn't let that man break her spirit, and could have easily have fought that man and win but she chose a peaceful way to deal with him. It reminded her of someone, with the way she handled it, peacefully and not with any intention to harm anyone. Lena had smiled that day, the first time in forever it seemed to her. Which says a lot coming from her, knowing all of her comrades from Overwatch. Overwatch.. Lena missed the old days when she didn't have to hide her identity on a daily basis, where she was free to run around without looking like a tragedy. She hated her face, every morning she woke up to looking at the unrecognizable woman staring back at her. The pity, the horror, the pain was forever etched on her, and there was no way to reverse it. Lena stared back into those empty and hollow hazel eyes, captive by the empty gaze. Lena no longer looked the same, she couldn't recognize herself, the woman in the mirror. Half of her was recognizable, but the other half screamed tragedy. None of it was her fault, but then again being an active agent of Overwatch couldn't also secure a safe life either. "It was bound to happen" Someone had once said, but she had lived! Lena Oxton was alive, maybe not well, but she was alive! She wasn't dead! But the whole world thought she was! It wasn't fair! Lena looked back into the tear stained eyes of that woman, but found nothing. She searched for anything that resembled the fallen Overwatch agent, but she couldn't find anything. Nothing was left.
"I guess they were bloody right, Lena Oxton is dead.."
She muttered to no one. She was just another causality in the war for peace.
"Oxford! Come on, get your butt out of the bathroom!"
"I told you its Oxton!"
Lena retorted, tearing her sight from the mirror and opening the cabinet and looking for her cream. She found her daily cream, Dakota said it was herbal cream made from the medicine man in her tribe, but Lena couldn't understand much.
"If only Angela was here.."
She grumbled to herself as she opened the lid and used her right hand to scoop out some of the green cream and applied it to her scarring wounds. It worked well, but not as well as the staff of the medical doctor. Lena applied the cream on every burn, every part of her skin that was tainted by the fire, applying it with care.
"It's been two years and I still look the same."
She said aloud, only to hear a small chuckle from Dakota.
"Nonsense, you look a whole lot better than before."
The Native woman replied before walking up to Lena and carefully touching her face and checking her for any infections or any sudden wounds opening up.
"It's healing pretty good, but about the scarring, I'd have to ask Lenord about that. He might have something for that."
Lena swatted her hands away.
"Yeah yeah whatever. Just let me finish up."
Dakota shrugged.
"Alright, but let me check your arm later today okay? Don't want it falling off suddenly and scaring away all the customers."
Lena scoffed.
"I'm surprised you haven't scared anyone yet with that bloody mug you have on."
Lena smirked, but then realized what she just said. Dakota didn't reply, she just waved and walked out of the bathroom, closing the door behind her. Lena looked back to the mirror, taking in every detail of her half burned face. She turned her face to the right, showing the whole left side of her face.
"You were lucky" Dakota had told her, but looking like this crap certainly didn't show luck. Surviving with a fourth-degree burn was just the extent of her luck. But then again if it wasn't for Dakota then Lena would have died, she was trapped and injured to the point where she couldn't blink to safety. She couldn't feel the pain of the fire, the heated licks that burned into her skin. Then the ceiling caved in and it all went black. She was there, but why? A cafe owner, an old woman into her late 50's running around a combat zone, but she saved her. That's all Lena knew. But looking at the half leathery mug of a face, she couldn't tell if it was worth it. Lena just sighed as she put the cream back and left. No one could recognize her with that hideous wound, which was kinda of a blessing in disguise.
Location: Overwatch base in the North Americas
"It's been two years since then.." She muttered to herself, gazing out across the courtyard, watching the new recruits make their way to the field for training. Things were quiet without their comrade, but sadly that's how war always was. You lose loved ones in exchange for peace, except peace was never guaranteed. Of course the new recruits hardly knew why the base seemed so empty, why most of the older agents stayed quiet for today. Even the flag was half raised in remembrance of all the fallen agents in the past, but it also signified the loss of Tracer. The bubbly Brit always knew how to make everyone smile and laugh without even trying. But there was no more of her, the sudden attack in the home base caught everyone off guard, especially Tracer. She wasn't even supposed to have been there, it was her day off but she decided to spend it hanging out with her friends and look what it got her. Death. She shivered slightly from the thought of death, how Lena must have spent her last moments caught in gunfire and the explosions. By the time they had got the situation under control, she was no where to be found, and the base was burnt to the ground. Winston could only find her chronal accelerator, which was heavily damaged, melting into a heap of metal. And of course the blood. The blood was stained into the metal, and there was so much of it. Winston found a heap of stained blood in the area, all dried and etched into the pavement. She had to hold back tears, her hand was covering her mouth, and instantly she had ran off and vomited. She may be a doctor but the aftermaths of war was never pretty. And now two whole years had passed from that day, and the German Doctor still had nightmares of the attack. She sighed, rubbing her delicate fingertips against her forehead, trying to smooth out her reoccurring thoughts.
"Doctor Angela, you are needed out on the training grounds."
A familiar Egyptian voice broke the silence, making the Swiss doctor turn and see Pharah standing at the entrance, a hardened look on her face. Angela smiled gently, walking towards the Egyptian woman.
"Ah, would you be so kind to escort me?"
Angela asked, and the Egyptian woman nodded, extending an arm out to her.
"Please, follow me doctor."
Pharah said calmly, waiting for the smaller woman to accept her gesture. Angela leaned against Pharah, sighing. Pharah only shared a small look of pity to the doctor, knowing what today is. Pharah was well aware of her crush on the German doctor, but she was also aware of the issues of dating a doctor and especially when it's war, you'd never know what will come the next day. She kept her boundaries, formal and semi-friendly. Back when Lena was around, Pharah always knew the close relationship the two women had, it wasn't romantic but it almost seemed like they had a secret relationship hidden from the public and their friends. Of course that wasn't the case, Pharah had asked her bluntly one day and the British girl just broke out laughing. But they were 'two peas in a pod' as the saying went. Pharah cleared her throat.
"Doctor, we are here, do you need me to assist you any further?"
Pharah asked, waiting patiently as the German woman just smiled and shook her head.
"Nein, thank you for escorting me Fareeha"
Angela made her way to the training grounds, already taking notice of the situation at hand. Fareeha watched as the German woman handled it all with ease, calming the injured paitent down and helping them. Pharrah went back into the base, making her way back to her station. Overwatch still was outlawed, yet here they are, recruiting and training new agents to work. Of course they weren't doing any 'official' Overwatch business or missions or anything like that, but somehow Overwatch had enough funds to hire Helix Security as an extra percaution ever since that attack from Talon. Pharah still had some contributions towards Overwatch before the incident, ever since that German blonde had caught her eye. Pharah only dreamed of meeting the German doctor, and when she actually got to meet the kind woman, she had to keep pinching herself to make sure it wasn't a dream. She checked over her current mission, everything seemed in order, and soon there would be a rotation of stations. Her shifts usually lasted for a small number of weeks, mainly for the contract to safeguard the Temple of Anubis. |But recently she hasn't gotten any check-ups, no calls, no nothing from her group. She just thought they were well off with her absence for now. Pharah could only shake her head to what her mother would say, knowing she was still single without any intentions to start a family. Pharah was now thirty-four, and her mother would constantly ask her when she would be expecting a grandchild, but Pharah never got the courage to tell her mother she wasn't that interested in the opposite sex. But her mother was never really around enough for Pharah to tell her anything, she was here one day and gone the next, not returning for weeks and sometimes months. After all she was a bounty hunter and forever on the lookout for her next target. A knock on the wall interrupted Pharah's train of thought.
"Pharah, Jack called for you."
A random agent said, and Pharah nodded.
"Where is Jack?"
She asked and only received a jerk of the thumb towards the cafeteria. She sighed as she waved the young agent away and started on her way to the cafeteria. Pharah made her way into the bland looking room, finding the head of Overwatch sitting alone with a cup of coffee, reading the news. She rolled her eyes.
"You called for me Jack?"
Jack cleared his throat and set the newspaper down, gesturing for Pharah to sit.
"Yes, I have some issues that I need to discuss with you."
"Go on commander."
She replied, waiting for Jack to continue.
"There have been recent sightings of Talon in Dorado, especially this 'Sombra' along with sightings of your mother."
Pharah narrowed her eyes.
"Why are you telling me this?"
Jack sighed before opening his newspaper and flipping to a certain page.
"Because we lost contact with your mother the moment this hit the news."
Jack placed down the newspaper, and Pharah read the text in large bold lettering aloud.
"Omnic crisis on the rise?"
Pharah looked at Jack, but he only slid the newspaper back towards him.
"Thirty years of 'peace' and now this? It's already bad enough Russia is already dealing with their own second crisis but for the whole world to be back in war?"
Jack rubbed his forehead, reaching for his cup of coffee.
"The worst part is this is only the beginning. There's rumors Talon's been involved in starting the heated tension in Dorado, but not only just Dorado is being affected."
Jack flipped through the newspaper yet again.
"I've been made aware you haven't been in contact with your team lately. This might be the reason."
Jack slid the newspaper yet again, and this time the bold lettering shocked Pharah.
"Sudden attack on Temple of Anubis?"
Pharah grabbed the newspaper, reading about the casualties and the death of many members, including half of her squad. Peace was only a dream in war.
Thanks for reading! Question: Are you aware of Sombra?
Feel free to review or pm me if you want to, I'll be playing Overwatch on the PC now.
