A.N.: Who's ready for Blaze's first full day in the Overwatch world? I know I am. Lots of unexplained stuff is about to get explained so buckle up! Enjoy!
Day 1
"Mein Gott. What am I going to do?" Angela, callsign: Mercy, walked down the hall, shoulder to shoulder with Fareeha. "Alexis' son is in there and I have no idea what to say to him." Fareeha shrugged.
"I think you should just be honest with him. You loved Alexis a lot more than you let on, and she loved you just as much. She didn't know anything about Blaze's world and there must be a reason for that." The young Egyptian smoothed out Angela's matted blonde hair. "The whole reason we're together is because we were honest about our feelings." Angela gave a weak smile, still contemplating her dilemma. "The son of the woman you first loved is sitting in that interrogation room right now, waiting to listen and talk to you."
"Captain Amari," a light voice called from the P.A. system.
"Not now, Athena."
"Doctor Ziegler," the voice called again.
"Later, Athena."
"Captain Amari and Doctor Ziegler!"
"What, Athena?!" Both Overwatch agents were now irritated by the constant interruptions.
"I thought that I should inform you that both Soldier: 76 and Shrike are in the interrogation room where Merciful Blaze Silver is currently being held."
"Verdammt!" Angela bolted down the hall and opened the door to Blaze's interrogation room. "Vot ze hell, Jack!" The white-haired vigilante currently held Blaze by his shoulders, seemingly shaking him. "Put him down!" Soldier: 76 growled. "Now!" Blaze fell to the ground, rubbing his right shoulder with his remaining arm. The Swiss doctor looked around and saw Ana slumped against the wall, a nasty gash on her head. "Ana, too!" Angela kneeled down next to Ana and pulled out a small syringe. She stuck it into Ana's shoulder and pushed a small dose of nanobots into the old Egyptian's bloodstream. "We don't have too many of these left now. We can't waste them on such small injuries caused by an idiot with anger problems!" Fareeha entered the room and immediately went to her mother, scooping her into her arms.
"What happened?"
"I know the jist of it. For now, take Ana to the med bay. When I'm done here, I'll join you." Fareeha nodded and left, Ana still in her arms.
"She'll be fine," Jack coughed, "She's a strong woman." The American was met with a swift punch to the stomach. He groaned, "I thought part of the hypocratic oath was 'Do no harm?'"
"Only applies when you're a patient, which you aren't." Angela rubbed her wrist and took a deep breath. "Now, what were you and Ana even doing in here?"
"We were interrogating this lying piece of shit. All of you can't possibly believe that he's Alexis' son? You, of all people, should know that. This is just a trap that Talon is trying to lay out for us."
"One problem with that theory of yours: Talon wants me in their hands just as badly as you want me dead. I don't know what Talon is exactly, but they're not friendly. Besides, they're the least of your worries." Angela backed Jack up against the wall.
"As of this moment, Merciful Blaze Silver is my patient and under my protection. Lay a single finger on him, and you'll know just how much about human anatomy I really know. And you'll be awake the whole time." Jack took a deep breath and walked to the door.
"If you're wrong about this, it's on your conscience." Jack left, leaving Blaze and Angela alone.
"Idiot," Angela huffed. Blaze grinned. "What?"
"I knew you trusted me, but I didn't think you trusted me enough to fight your friends. You must have a lot of faith that I am who I say I am."
"It's not a matter of faith," the blonde composed herself, "It's a matter of fact. And maybe a bit of the heart. Follow me."
"What is this place?" Blaze turned to see every corner of the room. Pictures, trophies, and medals filled the entirety of the space.
"This is Watchpoint: Gibraltar's Hall of Heroes. Our most heroic deeds and agents are immortalized here; living and dead." Angela guided Blaze to a picture of a younger Lena Oxton, saluting in front of a blue and orange jet. "This was taken just before the Slipstream incident. It's how Lena became disconnected from the timeline."
"Her chronal disassociation."
"Correct." Doctor Ziegler moved on to the next picture. A mountain of smoking rubble filled the frame. "That is what remains of the Swiss base. It was what made the UN disband our organization. Jack and Gabriel caused that."
"Gabriel?"
"Gabriel Reyes. They were in a super soldier program together, but the two never saw eye to eye. Gabriel was the head of Blackwatch, our special ops branch, but he lost sight of what was important and tried to kill Jack. They both survived the explosion, Gabriel barely. I… I did what I could to save him, but it wasn't enough."
"Why are you showing me these things?"
"These are my failures. Reminders of why I'm not a fighter by nature and why I'll do anything to protect the ones I love." Angela moved past a few pedestals until she came to a glass case with a broken metal blade and a shattered pistol with one pulse bullet left in the chamber. A picture above showed Blaze's mother, Alexis. "Alexis Silver. Callsign: Fearless. She fought with us during the Omnic Crisis. We were assigned on a recon mission in Kings Row during its Null Sector occupation. She was the one taking point. I was only there in case things went wrong and she needed medical attention. I'd never seen combat before then. I'd only ever worked in the med bay. It was the first time I'd even held a gun, let alone fired one." Angela got back on topic. "We were well hidden when the sound of crying drew our attention. There was a family under fire by hostile omnics. We weren't supposed to do anything; Observe and report back to base were our orders. Alexis, she wasn't going to let innocents die because of orders. She, got the civilians to me and told me to get out while she drew the omnics off." Angela placed her hand on the glass. "She told me that I needed to live for her if she didn't come back. She kissed me and ran. And I ran. I got the civilians to safety as fast as I could then asked for a team to go in and deal with the Null Sector." The Swiss doctor's hand rubbed against the glass. "I found her the next day; Her weapons were broken and her body looked like it had been torn apart."
"Wait," Blaze interrupted, "She kissed you? So, were you two …?"
"We were together, yes. For two years on that day."
"I'm still confused as to how she even existed here."
"About 15 years ago, Overwatch archaeologists uncovered this diamond among the ruins of sunken ships at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean. They noticed that there was, what appeared to be, a drop of blood in the center. They cloned the DNA and grew Alexis from nothing, already fully grown. She didn't know anything about herself except a name. She heard what Overwatch stood for, she asked to join. We assumed, wherever she was from, she was a warrior as she had exemplary combat skills. Better than Genji, even." Blaze stared at the diamond. "Do you recognize it?"
"This was mine. It's how I tried to replicate my mother three years ago. I never could bring her back the same. How'd they do it?"
"Trial and error. They simply had to let her body find itself. Now, how'd your diamond end up here?"
"When my brother "killed" me, he found my diamond and threw it into the Spiral Core. The Core must be a portal between my world and yours. And a one-way one by the looks of it."
"So, you aren't phased by your mother and I?"
"Angela, you obviously loved her. Otherwise, you wouldn't be crying after remembering that horrible day." Angela wiped her face and realized she had been in tears.
"I hadn't even notice, mein gott. Forgive me."
"Besides, considering one of my brother's crew members was a lesbian dating a fox and I am dating … was dating a dog, I can't really judge."
"Wait, what?"
"I think I should tell you my story and my brother's story."
"And that's it."
"Blaze, I can't imagine what you've been through. Losing your mother like that and your reaction. Learning the truth about your parentage. I don't think I could have handled all of that."
"I'm still learning to handle that. That's not what's important." Blaze rubbed his face. "What's important is that I ended up here. That means my father is somewhere out there. Whatever it takes, even if it kills me, I have to kill him. I have to end this."
"I don't believe in killing, but based on what you've told me about you and your brother, you don't have a choice."
"So, you'll help me?" For the first time since learning his brother was alive, hope shone in Blaze's eyes.
"If you join Overwatch, I can give you access to all of our resources within reason. However, you'd have to design your gear and be ready to participate in training exercises and missions."
"Whatever it takes to get your help."
"Well, then, I can streamline all of your health data and your psychological evaluation. All that's left for you to do is to pick your callsign." Angela held out the data pad and an electronic pen. Thinking for a second, Blaze took the pen and signed his callsign. Angela took the pad and viewed the name. "Are you sure that's what you'd like to be called?" Blaze nodded. "Very well. Welcome to Overwatch, Cadet Kane."
Mein Gott- my God
Verdammt- damn it
