Another Meihem request and another Meihem fic! I hope this isn't too bad!

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This fic's just fluff I guess? Hope y'all enjoy it!

Her lab was many things, it was neat, it was orderly, it was a little on the cold side, and above all it had quite a bit of research in it. One might even consider her room interesting to say the least. Or that's what's Winston had told her, and even Mercy. Both of them had encouraged her continuing her research, though it was decades old. It gave her something to do, a way to contribute, and allow her to continue her fallen scientists legacies. At first the work brought about too many negative emotions in her, but she swallowed her grief and continued on with her research on the rapidly changing climates around the world.

The more scientific members of Overwatch had visited her room to look at the data, Winston, Symmetra, and even Mercy had taken a quick glance at the data Mei had collected. They shared scientific discussions on the probable causes, the effects, and ways to counter the climate changes. Though very bright and eager to learn, it wasn't quite the same as talking to one of her old colleagues but she still appreciated it.

One unlikely visitor to her room was a certain bomb expert, who had suddenly taken a fancy to climates and ecosystems. Or perhaps he had always been curious about the subject matter considering the state of the irradiated Australian outback. Regardless, he had visited her lab on a number of occasions always fidgety, and he was almost toddler like with his incessant need to touch almost everything in sight. Jamie had taken it upon himself to bother her, pester her for her attention, and though she had learned to tolerate his presence…. That didn't mean she was okay with him being in her room that also doubled as her lab. Especially, considering his need for touching, which left visible black fingerprints or smudges on what had been previously clean.

"JAMISON FAWKES."

Mei finally sighed, exasperated at the black smudges of soot and god knows what that was on her research documents. Even poor snowball had dirt smeared across him from when Jamie had touched him earlier. Mei had nearly screamed when the Australian muttered about turning snowball into a snow bomb.

"What?"

He swiveled around on one of her rolling chairs, all too relaxed in her work space. "I can't have you in here if you're gonna touch everything!" She couldn't have him smearing dirt on something irreplaceable or important!

"What? Not like I'm hurting anythin!"

"You're smearing dirt and soot everywhere!" Another sigh escaped her, at the pure shock on his face. Did he really not realize just how dirty he was? "You can't come here tracking dirt everywhere. I'm sorry you're gonna have to go." The hurt that flashed briefly across his face was not something she was expecting, nor did she expect his following words.

"Now wait just a tick tockin' minute! What you're sayin' is if I wash up a bit then I can come in here? And see what you're doing with all this-" He seemed to struggle to find the word for a moment, "Weather and ecosomething shit? What about the outback? Ya can fix it roight?"

Pity swelled in her heart, but she didn't dare to show it. If she gave him an inch then he would take a mile. To some extent she knew of the junkers struggle, growing up in the wasteland that was the outback of Australia couldn't have been pretty. Had he known what it was like before the explosion of the core? Did he want that life back? Deep within his heart and slightly deranged brain could there have been a desire for normalcy? A lie had left her lips before she had even realized it,

"Of course I can try." It wasn't as if she didn't care about the ecosystem of Australia either! She certainly didn't care about it because of the junker that came from there…. There wasn't a worse climate or destroyed ecosystem than the outback, the radiation levels still very high to this day. If she could fix it, or if there was a way too then Mei would find it however slim the chances may be. She certainly didn't care just because some bomb enthusiast was pulling at her tortuously empathetic heartstrings. "But I can't get any work done if you're in here smudging everything up with soot and touching everything for that matter."

His face lit up like a Christmas tree or rather like one of his bombs. An explosion of excitement alight in his golden hues, "Roight, sure thing Mei! I'll be clean faster than you can say A-Mei-zing!" And with a manic laugh he had left her lab in his best attempt at a run.

Though he said he'd be quick, Jamie didn't come back around until days later. Not that Mei minded. When he had first entered her lab she paid him no mind despite his loud call of her name. She had almost grown so used to his incessant need for attention that she had learned to ignore him most of the time. "Mhm-" She murmured her reply, fiddling with snowball as she scanned over a few old reports that might contain important data. She heard the distinct sound of his footstep, followed by the clink of his metal peg leg. A few moments late a squeak made from her rolling chair meant that he had taken a seat, and finally Mei paid him some attention.

"What did I say Jamie!?"

The words came out before her eyes could register the sight before her. Sitting in her swiveling chair was a man that she was certain was Junkrat but… he was so clean. Skin that had once been decorated with black and brown smudge, was now pristine. He was tan, and freckles adorned his shoulders along with plenty of sun spots from years of being in the sun without sunscreen. There was even a prominent tan line from where his harnesses usually rest.

His face also looked less maniacal now that it wasn't marked up with soot, and much like his shoulders a number of freckles adorned his cheeks. Even the ever burning fire in his hair was temporarily put out, and most of it shone in the soft light of her lab. Had he always had such fair hair? All in all he looked… Almost sane with the exception of his still tattered (but now washed) shorts. Mei hadn't anticipated him to actually clean up, and not so nicely as well.

"What? Never seen a junker cleaned up before have ya?" He gave her a grin, "Not as nice as a good layer of dirt and soot if ya ask me but I reckon it's not half bad." He shrugged, his smile pearly and youthful. Only now was Mei reminded of the age difference between them, biologically she was only six or so years older than him but she always thought him older when he was covered up in dirt. He was in fact a young man in his twenties...

"I suppose but…." She tried not to let her eyes wander down the lean portion of his body, his stomach now clean of dirt made the muscles of his abdomen more prominent, "Couldn't you have worn some proper clothes?" She averted her eyes lest the Australian realize that they had been wandering.

"S'All I got!" Came his reply, making Mei think she was in the clear but unfortunately that was not the case, "Why never seen a bit of bare skin before?" She didn't have to see his face to know he had a wide grin, "Don't tell me that-" Before he could finish that thought or sentence or further embarrass Mei, she cut him off-

"ARE YOU HERE TO BUG ME OR LET ME DO MY RESEARCH!?"

She slammed Snowball down onto her desk, making it rattle. Briefly she felt bad for abusing her little friend but she'd find more time to feel guilty later. Cheeks flushed with red Mei's glare was ironically icy. That had made the junker freeze faster than her ever weapon could.

"Rooght, Roight your research. Carry on."

He motioned, her eyes briefly catching his nails that were still black. Only now upon closer inspection did she realize that he painted them black. "Good and I better not hear a single squeak come out of you! I can't have any distractions! Understood?" Her demand was met with a crisp though albeit mocking salute that might have just barely passed Soldier 76's standards. "Good." And with that Mei swiveled around to focus on her work… Or at least try to.

However, she soon came to learn that Junkrat was a new sort of distracting. True to his word he didn't make so much as as a squeak, focusing more intently on her work than she was. Any noise or movements that came from him were involuntary and uncontrollable. The soft exhales or inhales, the rise and fall of his chest were things she couldn't help but notice. Nor could she ask for him to cease them… No he was not loud and obnoxious but with his body clean, and his face so focused on work he was suddenly-

"NO!"

Mei slammed her hands on her desk startling the nearby male. He didn't even have to ask her what was going on before she was scavenging through various draws in her desk, muttering to herself in mandarin. From a particularly large drawer she produced a jar of… Dirt? Across it in faded tape and old sharpie were the words, "Soil Sample". Opening it without so much as a care in the world, she took a handful of it pausing as if examining it, contemplating something.

"What? What is it? Have you found a solution?"

His eagerness and excitement was met with a handful of dirt. She smoothed it across his face, and before he could so as react another handful was brought to his chest. "OI!" He was torn between laughing and being angry. After all the effort he had gone to clean up she was now smothering dirt all over him? On the other hand he was certain that the woman had finally lost it which made him laugh with glee at her sudden bout of absurdity.

"You're… Y-You're too clean!" She finally explained, hands on her hips smudging dirt into her clothing but for the time being she didn't mind, "I hate to admit it but… You're not you without your dirt." The man beneath the dirt and grime was one that was unnerving to her, more distracting than a crazed junker. What lay beneath the dirt was someone that created a spark within her. He wouldn't be attractive to most but he had a certain appeal to him that Mei couldn't explain through science. A diamond in the rough? A pearl that had come from amidst the chaos of Australia? Mei nearly wanted to slap herself mentally for her thoughts, but instead she slapped another wad of dirt onto the junker, who was starting to look like the crazed bomb enthusiast who she knew him to be.

"Well looks like you're lookin' for a fight if you're gonna play dirty like that! Get it!? HA! Dirty cause you're using dirt!?" His joke only received another handful of dirt but he scooped what he could off of him and retaliated. Before either of them could stop it, they had somehow gotten into a dirt war, throwing handfuls of dirt at each other much like how kids would throw snowballs. Laughter spilled forth from their lips, one a girlish giggle, and the other a loud series of crazed giggles. All of the noise and clamor had eventually lead to a certain startled soldier stumbling upon the pair. Not long after the two were forced to clean up their mess…

In the long run Mei had learned many lessons. The first was not to start any sort of dirt war with Junkrat again lest she spend the next few days trying to get it out of her hair. The second was that no matter what she did the junker would be a distraction one way or another, but if he wanted to help or even lean about the ecosystem of Australia than she could tolerate his presence for a short while. If she was feeling especially nice she'd even try to explain to him some terms, or some ideas about what to do or how to fix the Australian outback.

The greatest lesson she had learned? That perhaps she preferred the roughed up, soot covered, and obnoxious junker as he was. Maybe one day she'd be willing to face the man that lay beneath the rugged exterior. The young man that had freckles on his cheeks, a bright smile, and could even pass for normal. The man that deep down inside was more than just a junker or a bomb enthusiast, who someone who cares about more than just bombs and sought normalcy for his homeland. One day she could face what lay inside of him hidden away beneath the exterior that the world had given him, that a harsh life had created for him. However, for now she was content with the annoying man as he was familiar and didn't evoke the same questionable feelings as his more cleanly version did. She could even tolerate the black smudges he left on everything.

Sometimes he even made the smudges into smiley faces...That always made her giggle before scolding him.

All done! Not my best but I'm somewhat satisfied with how it turned out!

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