I swear I don't usually post one chapter right after the other but Mercy76 is one of my favorite ships...One of I don't know... I love them they're so precious and perfect together. Gaaaaaah!

Although I didn't really get a specific request for some smut or fluff, so ya get my best attempt at fluff by default!


She loathed battle, she wasn't a fighter and avoided it at all costs. Mercy was a doctor, someone who was meant to save lives not take them, or worse yet assist in taking lives. Yet if she didn't take lives then more lives would be lost. It was an endless cycle of suffering, lives would have to be lost in order to protect the greater good. Still, every time she was sent to battle it gave her an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of her stomach. At first it was because she knew that they would have to kill other humans, they were evil but they were still human, and it bothered her to no end. However, now that feeling of unease wasn't just because of their enemies but because of her allies. Having spent so much time with the members of Overwatch Mercy had found herself attached to them.

As a Doctor she was supposed to keep a healthy emotional distance from her patients, from her comrades. There was no good in growing attached in case they... died. Yet after sharing countless harsh drills and patching up a number of wounds, Mercy had found herself attached to all the members of Overwatch. Like a mother hen she'd watch over them on and off the field of battle. Not just a doctor but a friend, a sister, a mother Mercy was there for the best and worst of Overwatch. She shared silly stories, confided in secrets, giggled at antics, and scolded when needed. There was no helping it, she was in too deep. Each mission they went on without her had left the doctor with a greater feeling on unease than when she was actually on a mission. "It's fine we have Lucio!" They'd claim but Mercy would still nibble her lip, and wave goodbye fearing for the worst while hoping for the best.

The fact that she was so worried for her comrades, so attached had plagued her to no end. Try as she might she couldn't push them away, they had latched themselves onto her heart. Lena with her cheerful smile, always stopping in for afternoon tea how could Mercy turn her away? and Lucio together always had Mercy smiling so much that her cheeks hurt afterwards. McCree and Reindhardt with their endless flattering words that would cheer her up when she was down. Mei would always confide in her, share research and complaints alike. Winston always made sure she wasn't overworking herself. How? How could she turn such friend away? How could she not grow attached? Even though she had been taught not to, she still did. Worst of all there was one particular member that Mercy couldn't help but fret over more so than the others.

Jack

From the first day she met him, all the way back when Overwatch had first formed, Mercy had found herself drawn to the soldier. In his younger days he was handsome, a role model and the perfect image of a hero. Golden hair and a perfect smile, Commander Morrison had her heart beating loudly in her chest. Not only was he physically attractive but his personality was that of a Hero to match. Generous, noble, and brave there wasn't another member of Overwatch who could hope to compare to their Commander. He had saved countless lives, her own included.

Being the medic, Mercy was often times a prime target in combat. Take her out and picking off the rest of the team would be easy work. Her Valkyrie suit made her quite a hard target to catch but sometimes in the heat of battle, her team mates would separate, get lost or fight their own fights. Occasionally, leaving Mercy without someone to fly away to or worse yet leaving her almost defenseless. She had her pistol but... In a time of panic, and high stress the small weapon was easy to forget. Especially, considering her dislike for fighting. A couple of times Mercy had found herself in a corner half frozen unsure of what to do, and other times a team mate would show up just in time for her to flee to. Yet there was always some damage done to her, her teammates, no, her family worried for her but most unable to do anything to assist. Except for Jack... He always noticed when she was hurt, or in a nasty spot. He'd always charge in, taking out the enemies that had cornered her with ease, and always placed down a Bionic field so that she could heal up... Even though her duty was to do the healing...

"Your injuries matter too Angela." His voice had her legs swooning, she tried to tell herself it was from the blood loss, "Heal up and then you can head back into battle." He smiled, it wasn't often he smiled in the field of battle, but it looked like a miracle. There was no doubt in her mind that Jack Morrison was a genuine hero, and sometimes an angel. Which was ironic considering she was the one dressed in a suit that looked more angel than it did soldier.


However, when Overwatch disbanded, and her favorite soldier assumed dead Angela had lost her family, the unity it had created. Only years later would she find herself once again called out onto the field of battle alongside her previous Overwatch companions, some of which were thought dead. Jack Morrison, or Soldier 76 as he went by now wasn't quite the same man that he used to be. Mercy supposed that if one fought to the death with a dear friend, lost their world, and had become a lone soldier then... Maybe it was natural to change. Beneath that mask was the same heroic, brave soldier she once knew right?

He seemed so gruff though... So frightening, and quick to bark orders. Generally grumpy, and his hair had gone all white. His physique was still impeccable to say the least, but he seemed so much older. "Years have gone by..." She had to remind herself, even she had aged some. As irrational as it seemed, Mercy found herself weary of the soldier, avoiding him in base for lack of better things to say. "I thought you were dead? Why didn't you come back?" It wasn't as if there was a label on their previous relationship... Mercy used to believe that the feeling between them was mutual, that he was too much of a gentleman to truly flirt with her. That maybe he'd find the time to get around to asking her on a date? He was the Commander of Overwatch he was a busy guy, dating was probably the last thing on his mind at that time... Now years later Mercy almost wished had made some sort of move because how could she ask a question like, "Why did you leave me?" When truth be told he was never officially hers?

All Mercy could take comfort in was knowing that many of the other Overwatch members were still the same, Lena and Winston were as cheery as ever. Even more so now that the whole team was back together. Even the ones thought dead.


Though Mercy could avoid Jack around the base, she couldn't exactly avoid him on the field of battle. Especially, when she found herself cornered once more. Only she wasn't quite the same Doctor she once was, her pistol already in hand as she shot down one talon agent. The familiar sound of a pulse rifle suddenly ringing through the air. The scene was all too familiar, and for a brief moment she thought she saw young Jack rushing towards her. What stood before her was a battle-hardened soldier, visage hidden behind a cold mask, the tip of a jagged scar peeking out from beneath the visor. "J-Jack-" Her voice got caught in her throat, not quite sure what to say but a gruff voice responded before she could-

"You're bleeding." He pointed out, one hand already reaching into his pocket. Her blue eyes quickly glanced down to the bloodied cuts that just now begun to sting, adrenaline no longer numbing the pain, "Here, heal up." The familiar golden glow of the bionic field bathed the two of them. Relief flooded through her body, the pain of the wounds easing up. More importantly the pain in her heart eased away, still upset that he had disappeared on her all those years ago but at least, at least he-

"You haven't changed a bit Jack."

A silence hung between them, only the occasional echo of distant bullets cut through the air. Managing to send him a smile Mercy's stare bore into the mask, waiting for some sort of response. Another sign that perhaps there was more of the man she once knew in there.

"Some old habits die hard."

At that she laughed, letting her defenses drop a bit, the barrier she had built around her heart easing up, "But you don't Jack." Even softer she added, "I'll make sure of it this time." With her wounds healed her grip on her staff tightened, flicking it onto its boost setting. "Can't keep the team waiting now can we Jack?" She liked to imagine that beneath the mask he was smiling that same miraculous smile, but all she received was a sharp nod of the head and a grunt of agreement. Watching him run, just as swift as ever to reenter the battlefield Mercy found herself flying after him, her own thoughts making her grin-

"Old crushes die hard too Jack."


Okay maybe that was a bit more angsty and not as fluffy as intended but I hope this is okay for some Mercy76?

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