A/N: Sorry about all the chapters starting with "Angela woke up"
Angela woke up covered in a damp sweat. She reached out for a hand that wasn't there, and heard hushed voices talking. It must be morning she thought as she opened her eyes to see sunlight trickling in.
"she can't be, it's just not possible, she has to have known" said Lena in a hushed tone to Ana. Ana inhaled deeply. "my dear, we must not let her know yet, she is in a fragile state, she ma have the spirit of the Valkyrie, but her heart is fragile, she needs rest and comfort". But Angela already knew, if she didn't know she wouldn't be a good doctor, she was pregnant, and somehow they knew.
Angela plunged back into her sleep, her worst fears confirmed. The secret she had been carrying. The beautiful, wonderful secret that she would have told him, that she planned to tell him after he settled things with Reyes. This was unexpected, as unexpected as the pregnancy was, but she knew he would have been happy. But h would have scolded her for her field work while fully knowing she was pregnant.
But her secret was now out, and instead of feeling joy swell inside her, she felt grief. The loss inside was screaming, she would be utterly alone, hr child only knowing the heroic tales of it's father. The images displayed of him in his glory, but not know the real man, the one who told terrible jokes, and who had a laugh that would always make her smile. Being soothed to sleep curled in-between them, it would never know.
She couldn't do this alone, she didn't want to do this alone. She felt herself shake into sleep again.
Her dreams drifted into him standing in front of her, blood soaked and weary, "doc, i think I'm going to need some medicine" he said, as blood dripped to the floor. She looked up from her research and ran over to him. "right this way" she said motioning for him to sit down on the table. She couldn't asses the damage with all his gear on, blood was caked around his neck and shoulders.
She tsk-ed under her breath. " I'm going to need to see what i am working with" she said, trying to hide a faint blush, they had been mildly flirting for weeks, nothing for certain, and she hoped the color rising wouldn't alert him. He slung off his coat, letting it fall to the ground, catching the blood drippings, she helped him remove his chest armor, but the under armor was sticking in place with dried blood and fresh blood.
She swore under her breath in German,here she was thinking about him shirtless when his injuries could be horrible. "I'm sorry but I'm going to need to either cut around it or apply some..uhhh" her thought got lost, as she realized he was mostly shirtless sitting in front of her, part of his shirt stuck to him.
"or some what? doc" he uttered sucking in air. " oh uhm. burny stuff" she said quickly, then immediately felt embarrassed. 'burny stuff? did i just say burny stuff to one of the top soldiers of overwatch?' she thought.
She grabbed the scissors and began cutting, he softly laughed " i assume this isn't the burny stuff?" he asked.
"no uhm, you know what i mean, the alcohol " she fumbled with her words.
" sounds like you have had some today" he teased.
" i am working! and you are distracting me" she retorted, redness flushed into her cheeks, she applied alcohol to the remaining fabric, and pried off the fabric. Normally she would have felt bad, but she was so embarrassed she couldn't process the situation.
He winced "that is burny stuff" he said.
" oh Morrison" she gasped, as she saw the deep wound, immediately she got to work on extracting the shrapnel. "do you need something for the pain?" she asked. trying not to hurt him, or get distracted.
" hurt more going in" he quipped, then inhaled sharply when she extracted the largest piece.
"did it?" she asked, as he sat still grimacing in pain. She stitched him up, he remained stoic the entire time, but she still knew it hurt.
"uh ange?" he said, motioning to the floor, blood caked his boot, she felt like an idiot for not assessing the damage properly, 'this is why we aren't suppose to fraternize' she scolded herself.
She carefully removed his boot, and pushed up his pant leg, a large wound visible. She grabbed her supplies and got to work, his reflexes caused his leg to nearly kick her. He apologized between gasps of pain.
Removing another large chunk of shrapnel from his leg, "i should have been in the field today" she lamented.
"none of us expected it to turn out this way today, it was supposed to be a simple extraction" he said with a sharp inhale as she stitched up the wound.
"instead you are the one getting the extraction" she said softly. she bandaged up the area, and stood up, taking off her gloves and tossing them into the trash.
" i still should have gone, if i hadn't been so busy upgrading my Caduceus staff, i would have been there, i should have been there"
"not much good some bandages and a pistol would have done without your staff ange" he said placing a hand on her shoulder. She blushed and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
Jack smiled at her, she seemed on edge, it had been a long day, and the increasing amount of workloads had piled up on everyone, trying to figure out where the next uprisings were occurring. Getting their gear into top shape.
"hey ange? " he asked cautiously, knowing she was probably busy, or that she didn't feel the same way.
She looked up from washing her hands. " yes jack?"
"would you maybe like to join me for some, burny stuff, the drinkable kind? i know we don't normally drink, and i understand if you are busy, i just figured you could use a break and uh, it could just be coffee...or uh"
Angela blushed harder, she kept her back to him, her head was racing, "jack!" she cut him off. "i would love too" she said, spinning around and flashing a smile, hoping her cheeks weren't bright red, but upon looking at him she noticed his cheeks were flushed as well.
But it could have just been from the pain.
"did you want to meet me somewhere? or we could go now.. or" he rambled.
She smiled "jack, we should probably change if we are going out" she giggled. "i mean, i did cut apart your shirt" she added, she had been trying to avoid looking too long, and actually seeing what was under his jacket and vests he always wore.
"ah... yeah... uhm. meet you out front? in an hour?" he asked, tugging on his ripped shirt and wincing in pain.
" do you need help?" she asked. He let his wounded arm hang "i can't say no to you but don't tell Gabe i needed help dressing myself" he said. ' truthfully, i could put on this ragged shirt without help, but who could resist an offer from an angel?' he thought.
Her heart raced, as she carefully slid his arm through the cut up sleeves, her fingers lingering on his bicep, he looped an arm halfway into his jacket and she helped him with the other side.
"I'm glad you are alright jack" she said. "I'll see you in an hour" .
"thanks doc" he said slowly walking out, realizing the shooting pain in his leg from the injuries, but he walked with a small spring in his step despite the pain, because the excitement of finally asking her for a drink was an adrenaline boost.
A/N updated slightly, to change Swedish to German, i made a huge mistake on that one! so sorry!