As of course you know, the already declining good times couldn't last. As the tensions grew between Gabriel and Jack, Gabe kept Jamie closer to himself than ever. She either followed him to every mission or he sent her to stay with Gerard. Soon even that wasn't a possibility as 'Uncle' Gerard was murdered and 'Auntie' Amelie was missing. The little seven year old still drew pictures for them, keeping them in a bag which she promised to give when she found her Auntie.

Jamie mostly spent her time trying to cheer up the members of overwatch. She didn't understand why everyone seemed so sad and moody. Grandma Amari, Genji, Jesse, and Auntie Moira had all left for missions seemingly over night, and still weren't back yet. Perhaps that was why everyone was so tense.

Another year passed, marking the 2nd year she had spent with overwatch and her new found father. Gabriel and she had planned on spending the weekend celebrating her 8th birthday at the Swiss headquarters.

But this is the sad twist in the story.

Jamie was packing her backpack and small suitcase while planning what color icing she wanted. She couldn't decide if she wanted blue or red.

Blue and red?

Maybe just purple.

Grabbing her bag of pictures and crayons she hopped down the stairs. She swiped her father's forgotten favorite hat and sprinted out the door and down the hall. She clambered into the small airplane with Grandpa Rein and Miss Angela. Jamie spent the entire time staring out the window, not paying attention to Angela and Reinhardt each entering the cockpit and coming back out with grim and worried expressions. She missed their worried glances and quiet muttering. She couldn't wait to see Dad.

Angela eventually gathered the courage and sat down next to Jamie.

"Jamie," she began softly.

She looked around, her swaying in its short ponytail. She grinned up at Angela, her blue eyes sparkling.

"Are we almost there?"

Angela forced a smile. "Yes, but there has been a problem at the base." Jamie's smile faded a little.

"A, problem?"

Angela rushed to reassure her. "Don't worry, I'm sure Gabriel is fine! We're just having trouble finding him at the moment." The smile was completely replaced by a look of worry and Angela wanted to smack herself in the face. Jamie turned away from Angela, once again looking out the window.

They had to land a few miles away and quickly drove to the ruins. Jamie followed Angela, having abandoned her bags at the plane, as she jumped off and rushed to Tracer. Lena was covered in soot and was panting heavily.

"Lena!" Angela gave the cadet her shoulder to lean on as Tracer recaught her breath. "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, but I haven't been able to find either commander. We've been searching for two hours now!"

Before either woman could react, Jamie bolted, tearing through the wreckage searching frantically for her father.

Gabriel slowly regained consciousness. He immediately wished he hadn't as his body seared with pain. He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't see under the rubble he was buried under.

'How am I alive?' He wondered.

He imagined his Jamie calling for him from the surface. Without being conscious of his actions, he started crawling toward the surface through layers of rubble.

"You lost her!?"

"She took off without warning!"

"Oxton, she's 8 and this place is in shambles!"

"Why do you think I'm out here searching?!" Lena forcefully switched of comms with the veteran and continued searching. She'd regret being so short with him but for the time being, finding Jamie and the others was top priority.

Jamie continued running and calling for her father, her energy waning quickly. Soon she collapsed near another pile of rubble. She brought her knees to her chest and started shaking, terrified of losing her father. She pulled his cap out of her pocket, cradling it for comfort. Slowly, she shakily pushed herself to her feet, stumbling along to find him.

Nearby, a mist like hand emerged from a pile of rubble. As it came into contact with the air it solidified, and started to pull the rest of itself out. The ghastly form fought to be free of the rubble, some internal determination keeping it from surrendering to the pain.

Finally it fell on the ground breathing heavily, regaining some strength. After a minute it pushed itself up onto its hands, turning around to observe the untouched pile it had emerged from. It stared down at its hand, watching it shift into mist and back into a solid form.

"What have I become?" Gabriel Reyes muttered.