Author's notes- SophitiaM the title of this story may or may not make more sense further on

Would also like to say that I'm sorry for the delay in updates, lots of stuff that took me away from writing(and not all of them good excuses). I would promise to get better about updates but it probably wouldn't be true because writers block really is a hell of a thing. I can say that I will try to get better though so that can be a bit of a consolation prize.

so in other words, I'm not dropping this story. I'm just a real scumbag author that can't even update regularly

Mercy hummed happily to herself as she prepared the dinner table for her soon to arrive date. She smiled as thoughts and expectations for the night filled her mind.

Him and me alone together
Just the two of us
Nothing to get in our way

Her smile faded and her eyebrows furrowed in a mix of anger and determination as she continued to think.

No one to get in our way, not this time

She could still remember that day vividly, or in more precise terms she couldn't forget it no matter how hard she tried. The day she stole him from from her, stole her happiness, stole her very reason to live.

She remembered the very first time she ever truly felt the desire to hurt someone...wanted to end someone.

It had started off as any other day at the base. A few medical reports here, some work on her prototype nanobot healing system there, Important discoveries in medical science, new frontiers in technology as whole, and other trivial matters.

More importantly this was the day she was finally going to confront the commander with her feelings, so far expertly hidden. She had always been busy with her work for the majority of her life so she never really figured out how to deal with these strange sensations she felt whenever he was near. She had tried anything and everything to sate her desires, to control her emotions less they get the best of her.

Tailing behind him as he went about his day, observing everything there was about his habits and schedule.
Endlessly researching any information available on the great Commander Morrison via (sometimes unauthorized) access of Overwatche's databases.
Keeping a few pictures of him in her private quarters to avoid the longing feeling that ate away at her when she was away from him.

Anything. But it simply wasn't enough, she would have to face this problem head on, make the commander understand her feelings...make him reciprocate them.

But that day quickly became a living nightmare when during one of her routine "walks" with her commander her eyes bore witness to the greatest atrocity possible. Jack Morrison, her Jack Morrison, happily chatting away with a...a woman. She knew that no matter how much she hated it talking to other people, sadly even women, would simply have to be a part of his life as a commander and she thought she could learn to live with that. This was no ordinary conversation however, their facial expressions, the casual tone they spoke with, and most infuriatingly the proximity they had with one another lead her to believe this was a talk between friends...perhaps even close friends.

Her eyes had a fire behind them, a fire born of hatred and loathing for this woman and she struggled to regulate her erratic breathing. Unable to keep her thoughts inside she mumbled to herself, hoping to sooth the beast inside her

"Just friends talking, nothing more."
"He wouldn't betray me, he simply can't"
"I...I'm the only one that can hold a place in his heart"

Then it happened. Before Mercy could even realize what was about to happen, before she could scream in protest or come up with some form of denial the distance between of them closed even further.

"What are they do-"

Their lips meet as the distance between Jack and the woman faded completely and they tightly embraced one another, warmly smiling the whole time.

The fire, or rather any form of light, behind Mercy's eyes faded completely and her breathing stopped. She was sure she could even feel her heart skip a beat.

"Im-impossible" she muttered to herself. "impossible impossible impossible impossible" she continued to chant to herself

"Impossible" she muttered to herself as she the firm grasp she had on the glass she was holding intensified, causing it to shatter. It seemed that she had lost herself in thought, forgetting where she was or doing at the time but the sudden noise of the glass she had accidentally shattered had brought her back to the present. She calmly expected her hand and saw that the damage she had caused, while painful, was minor with only a few nicks and three shards of glass embedded into her palm. She calmly grasped a shard with her other hand and began to slowly pull it out.

"She will not stop me this time" The shard was yanked out and she moved to the second one.

"No one will stop me this time" A forceful pull, perhaps harder than needed, had removed the second shard.

"Nothing will stop me this time" without so much as a wince or hiss of pain the last shard was removed.

Suddenly a knocking noise was heard and Mercy's whole figure tensed up with visible anticipation, then she took a quick glance at her surroundings and small squeak of terror escaped from her. The pile of glass on the floor, the unfinished furnishing of the dinner table, and lastly the current state of her hand which was bleeding slightly.

"J-just a moment!" she panicky called out as she moved to a drawer and retrieved some simple bandages to hurriedly cover the wounds on her hand. Then she practically sprinted to a nearby closest and retrieved a broom and dustpan to sweep up the pile of glass, she was half way done with the pile when another knock was heard and caused her to jump slightly

"Be right there!" She dashed to the cabinet located in her kitchen to retrieve a replacement cup. While doing that she realized that she had nearly forgotten to hide this dinner's...ingredients, and quickly shoved those in a random and unsuspecting drawer. After everything was attended to she took a quick glance at a mirror to see that everything about her appearance was acceptable before dashing off to her front door and practically flung it off it's hinges.

On the other side was a noticeably bewildered Jack Morrison with his hand half raised as if preparing to knock again wearing his default soldier 76 attire ,mask and all. He lowered his hand before speaking "You know if I stand here for too long someone's bound to see and suspect something right?"

"Let them" Mercy happily beamed before beckoning him in to her house

He grunted slightly " I'd rather not have my real identity public knowledge" he made his way inside before taking and waited for the door to be closed before he took off his mask "although thanks to you it's not that much of a secret anymore" he lightly chuckled.

She smiled brightly at him "Nonsense it's still a secret, just our secret instead of yours now!" She discreetly locked the door behind her "our little secret" she said quietly to herself as she watched him make his way to the kitchen

no one else has to know

ending note- a slight cliffhanger that hopefully won't last a few months this time, also there's a very real chance that the next chapter will have smut

Don't want to make this sound like a hostage situation or anything but please review(good or bad), they really do give me motivation to continue these stories