Halfway There
It'd been a week since Roadhog almost found out about Junkrat and Stitch's actions. Widowmaker and Ana had been taken down since.
Jamison was started to feel numb to all of his team mates' deaths. The funerals were always the same. The mourning was always the same around him. He didn't mourn with everyone else that was left.
The remaining twelve were Roadhog, Junkrat, Hanzo, Mei, Torbjörn, Bastion, Genji, Reaper, Soldier: 76, McCree, Pharah, and Tracer. Only two of these people were going to survive.
The entire crew had the next week off now, so Junkrat decided to go pay a visit to Stitch to see who the next target was.
When he arrived, he wasn't all too surprised to find Stitch sitting against a wall, examining his dog tags intently. He sat down next to him, "Mind if I ask about those?"
Stitch was silent, unphased by the sudden noise, but eventually spoke, "They were my dad's…" he chuckled a bit, "It's kinda ironic… I really hated my dad… But once I was left to myself for the rest of my life, I just felt the dire need to keep at least these with me all the time." He let the tags fall back against his chest and leaned his head back against the wall.
"How long've ya been alone for?" Junkrat grew slightly concerned.
"About nine years. I'm 25, almost 26. Just to give an idea of the difficulties," he bared a weak smile as he looked at Jamison through his peripheral vision.
"At least ya didn't have to deal with nuclear waste," Jamie spoke with a light-hearted tone, trying to ease and tension that Stitch might've started to feel.
"So is that that happened to your arm and leg?" he smiled lightly.
Junkrat nodded, "Yeah. The Outback was rough."
"Anyways, what brings you to my neck of the woods?"
"Got the week off. All of us do. I was wonderin' who your next target was gonna be?"
"Ahh. Okay. Hanzo. He's my next target."
Junkrat nodded. "Alright." Curiosity sparked in him suddenly, "Hey, why do you use that method to take chumps out?"
Stitch chuckled, "Been wondering when you'd ask that. Not to try and sound pitiful, but life's been rough on my end. I've grown to like seeing others in serious pain. As a kid in high school, whenever I got mad, my 'friends' would let me mumble to myself about what I was gonna do to whoever I got pissed at, and usually that method of torturous murder would always come to mind. So I said 'fuck it' and went with it."
Jamison nodded once, relaxing against the wall with Stitch now, "I've started to feel numb to all my team mates dying… Is that bad?"
"I wouldn't know. I've always been numb to other's dying. Unless it's someone I hate. Then I'm filled with a sickening joy and satisfaction…"
In that moment, Jamie's stomach growled a little.
"Heh… Somebody hungry?" Stitch smirked a bit.
"Wanna sneak in the compound with me 'n' grab some disguises, go grab a bite?"
Stitch chuckled and got up, "Sure. Let's go."
~Time skip to in Junkrat's room after sneaking in~
Jamie locked the door to his room behind him, taking off his bomb pack and plopping it down on the bed, heading to the closet and grabbing some hoodies he had for no real reason. He tossed one at Stitch who carefully put it on, being mindful of his bandages, slipping one on himself now and patting out whatever fire was in his hair before pulling the hood over his head, looking at Stitch with a toothy grin, earning a chuckled from the shorter male.
"To keep suspicion lowered, call me Jamison," his eyes showed he was calm.
Stitch nodded, "Call me Mike." Stitch tried to pull his hood up but his goggles got in the way, so he pulled them down as a necklace.
The two boys started to head out of the compound before being stopped by Roadhog.
"Junkrat who is this and why were they in the compound?" his voice was stern.
"He's a friend. We're just going out to eat. I'll be back later, okay?" Jamison tried to keep talk to a minimum to keep Roadhog from finding out.
"You know outsiders aren't allowed in the facility."
"He was cold. I wasn't gonna leave a chum outside while I go inside to the other end of the buildin' for a hoodie. 'At's just plain ol' rude."
Mako snorted in frustration, "Be back before midnight. If you're not back, I'm coming to find you."
"Got it. See ya!" Jamison waved his robotic hand to him as he and Stitch headed out.
The two had decided on this quaint little restaurant on the corner of a street and got settled, ordering their food and drinks, and having a decent conversation before the food arrived, Stitch's eyes the size of the plates before them.
"Will that be all for you gentlemen tonight?" the waitress asked politely.
"Ye, thank ya kindly, Sheila," Junkrat responded before turning and seeing Stitch's expression. "Oi, mate, you alright?"
"I haven't seen this much food in… How long did I say I was alone? Nine years? Yeah… It's been nine years I'm pretty sure."
Jamie smiled at him, loving the enthusiasm, "Well it ain't gonna get in ya belly just lookin' at it. Dig in!" Stitch did so happily, every now and again taking a moment to savor the taste. Jamison, for the first time in a while, felt like the normal one as he ate his food more or less like the rest of the people in the restaurant.
~Timeskip to after the food is finished~
"I got the bill, mate." Jamison said happily. Stitch nodded as he rubbed his stomach a bit.
"I haven't felt this full in forever."
The two got up and walked over to the front desk, Jamison paying for the food, and exiting with Stitch.
They decided to walk around town and continue to chit-chat, finding out more about each other that wasn't in headlines on newspapers.
Jamie learned of Stitch's past and how he'd been on the run from a mental institute run by the Omnics for the past nine years and how he found out a lot about how he figured out how he felt about his gender. He also found out a lot about what the deal with all the bandages was, not all the reasons being too… "Nice." Turns out Stitch tried to be a surgeon and attempted to perform a mastectomy on himself.
Stitch found out how Roadhog and Junkrat met and about everything Jamie could remember about the Outback. He found out about how Junkrat found his love for bombs and how much a criminal he used to be.
The two found their way back to the compound on accident, this causing Jamison to realize the time. They had five minutes before Roadhog would come looking for them.
Junkrat exhaled and looked at Stitch as a chilling breeze swept by.
"You can keep the hoodie. I got no use for it and from the looks of things, you seem to lack even so much as a single shirt," he smiled at him calmly.
Stitch smiled back at him and hugged the taller male tight, speaking quietly as he made sure Jamie didn't see the tear falling from his eye, "Thank you for tonight, Jamison… It's been forever since someone's been this nice to me…"
Junkrat hugged him back, being mindful of where Stitch's bandages rested under the jacket, "It was my pleasure. It's been a while since I didn't have to con someone into being around me… So thank you, Mike."
Stitch quickly wiped away the tears before pulling away, just as Roadhog was walking out of the building.
Junkrat turned around to face the large man and smiled sheepishly, "'Ello, Roadie! Sorry, we lost track a time 'n' got back 'ere with five minutes ta spare."
Roadhog grunted and walked back inside, leaving the two alone once more.
"Guess you gotta go, huh?" Stitch smiled a bit.
"Guess so. But like I said earlier, I got all week off. So we can hang out again soon if you want, yeah?"
Stitch nodded and smiled brighter.
They waved at each other as Stitch started to head back towards the alleyways, Junkrat waiting until he was out of sight to go inside, heading straight to his quarters to go to bed.
Both boys had trouble sleeping, analyzing the night they just had and wondering where they're relationship would end up, as- up until now- it had only been professional. But Stitch pondered his feelings as Junkrat tried to figure out what he was going to do with Hanzo to get him alone for Stitch.
