Jack sat in the uncomfortable arm chair next to Hana's bed, reading, as the girl slept. She still had his jacket, refusing to part with it. She would never tell him why, falling silent at any mention of it, but he wasn't going to push her about it. He was just happy that she COULD sleep at all.

Her condition had been steadily improving and she was to be released that evening after Dr. Ziegler signed off on her paperwork. He was glad that everything seemed to be ok. He spend a couple hours here with her everyday when he wasn't busy with Overwatch work or training. She seemed to take comfort in his presence, often drifting off into a peaceful sleep.

He glanced over at her again, smiling at her practically wrapped around his leather jacket. He didn't think he was ever going to get the damned thing back, but if it helped her sleep better, he could live with that. He went back to his book.

Suddenly the Gibraltar alarms rang though the building, snapping Soldier to attention. He dropped the book and grabbed the rifle propped in the corner.

Hana too was jolted by the sound, sitting bolt upright, wincing at the pull of her stitches. She whimpered in fear as she realized what was going on.

Jack turned back to the frightened girl, grabbing her chin and turning her face to him, "Listen to me. I have to go. Remember you're a soldier. You're stronger than you think or you wouldn't be here. Don't let yourself be consumed by your fear. I'll be back soon."

He handed her her pistol out of the bedside table, "Be strong."

He kissed her forehead to comfort her before dashing out of the room, barking into the comms, demanding information.

Taking a shaky breath she climbed out of the bed, only connected to the IV now and curled behind the chair into the corner with her pistol and the jacket that still smelled like him.

Taking another deep breath she steadied her nerves, determined not to let him down again. She hadn't told anyone, but she had had a crush on her commanding officer for awhile now, ever since she had seen him as he left the showers, wearing only a loose pair of pants, a few stray droplets still glistening on his muscular form. But she knew that he only saw her as a dumb kid who needed protecting.

That's why she had plowed her way into the enemy. She was determined to make him see her for the woman she was, a fierce and capable warrior. She had failed miserably on that count. Now he was treating her like a concerned father.

She sighed, bringing her focus once again to the room in front of her and the alarms that were still blaring. She couldn't fail him again.

"Winston, status report!" Soldier barked into the comms piece in his ear.

"They're trying to come up the cliffs. I'm not sure what they're after."

"Understood. Can you give me a count?" He responded.

"I see at least 25. No sign of Reaper or Widow." The scientist answered.

"Roger. ETA 45 seconds or less."

His heart pounded in his chest as he pushed his body as hard as he could, trying to get to the cliffs at the lab to support his team. He knew it was just Winston and Lena there most of the time. Ana, Pharah, Rein, and Torb were off on another mission at the moment. Lucio was off on his music obligations so there were very few of them left at the home base.

As he came around the corner out of the hanger, he could hear the gattling fire of Bastion's turret, which made him breath a sigh of relief. He pushed himself up the last incline, quickly taking in the scene.

Bastion was set up next to some shipping containers, protected by Winston's portable shield. Winston himself was jumping around throwing men in black combat gear off the side. Lena was zipping around, peppering them with plasma bolts.

But what caught 76's attention was a glint off of a rifle barrel to his right. He looked up to the roof of the storage bunker to see Widow aiming down her sights.

"SNIPER! HEADS DOWN!" He bellowed.

Everyone dove for cover as a bullet struck right where Lena had been.

Widow turned to him and gave him a withering look. Genji had arrived sprinting forward, slicing an infiltrator clean in half before leaping up the wall towards the sniper. She swung off to the cat walk, trying to line up a shot on Jack. He was sprinting towards the fray that Lena was currently mixed up in. Once she cleared the left side, he popped off a couple shots, dropping the thugs, making it a bit more of an even fight.

Genji shot forward, following the french woman, trying to catch her before she caught one of his allies. She threw out a mine right in his path before he could dodge. He skidded to a stop, passing right through the poison cloud, coughing uncontrollably. Widow quickly looked at her forces falling left and right and hissed through her teeth. She called in the transport, grappling her way over the side of the cliff and into the craft before flying away.

Lena took advantage of the men's momentary lapse of concentration as their ride fly away and threw a bomb down in the middle of them before zipping away. Winston grabbed the last one and tried his damndest to throw him all the way into the departing ship. He only fell about 10 feet short.

"Damn." He muttered.

Soldier looked back to where Widow had been and called to the others when he saw Genji curled on the cold metal. Winston radioed for Mercy as Soldier dropped a biotic field to stabilize him.

Lena picked up a shard of metal, "Looks like a venom mine. Not pleasant to get hit with."

Bastion came up next to them, beeping and whirring as he looked at Genji's prone form.

Lena pats his metal arm, "Angela will patch him right up, buddy. Don't worry!"

Genji started to regain consciousness, groaning at the pain in his chest.

"Easy there. Dr. Ziegler is on her way." Jack instructs, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Just then Angela came up the stairs with a hovering guerney, "All right. I'm here to take care of you."

They loaded him up and watched him be take off to the clinic.

"What the hell was that about?" Soldier asked.

Winston adjusted his glasses, "I believe they were testing our defenses. They've been trying to get at Athena's data banks for awhile now."

"Yeah they'll never get past us, huh big guy?" Lena chirped, leaning against Winston's arm.

Bastion beeped again before going off to his sentry post.

Jack huffed before heading for the stairs. Lena and Winston headed back towards the lab, doing a sweep of the area as they went.

76 was feeling his age as he trudged back towards the clinic to check on his teammates. Maybe he'd better spend some time in a biotic pool to help him recoup.

He sighed as he pushed open the clinic doors to see Dr. Ziegler pushing some kind of medicine into Genji's IV line as he held an oxygen mask to his face.

Passing by all the commotion, he made his way to Hana's room to make sure the girl was ok now that the excitement was over. He reached her door and his eyes widened. He didn't see her anywhere! He burst into the room.

"Hana!"

He heard a relieved sigh from the corner of the room and rushed over to the spot he normally occupied, finding her curled up behind the chair, laying down her pistol and trying to stand, wincing from the pain.

"You scared the shit out of me kid!" he said as he helped her up and lifted her tiny body back onto the bed.

"Sorry. I figured that since I'm in no shape to fight, it would be better for me to hide and avoid combat. I was waiting for the all clear." She explained, "What happened?"

"That was some good thinking kid. I'm proud of you for keeping your wits about you." He commended, "Talon tried to break into the lab again. They're trying to get at Athena's data on Overwatch. Genji got hit with a venom mine."

"Oh no is he ok?" She asked, clearly worried for her teammate.

"He'll be fine. Dr. Ziegler is working on him now." Jack soothed.

Hana released a breath she had been holding, feeling better knowing no one was seriously injured.

Soldier picked up his discarded book, laying it on the table, "Hey you wanna get out of here? I mean you were supposed to be released about now anyways, and I don't think doc will be done for awhile."

The young woman looked up at him with bright eyes, "Yes! I'd love to finally be out of here!"

"Good now let me get you unhooked." He reached for a gauze pad and some tape out of the drawer and set to removing her IV. Unhooked she stood up next to the bed, careful of her stitches.

Jack moved over to the cupboard and pulled some clean clothes he'd brought for her out so she could change, "Here kid."

She took them and ran her hand over the cloth, "You grabbed me clean clothes?" she asked, her voice full of emotion.

76 scratched the back of his neck, "Yeah I thought you might need them. I think your jumpsuit is done for."

"Thank you." She said quietly.

"Anything for you kid." He smiled at her before turning and stepping just outside the door.

A couple minutes passed as he waited patiently outside her door, expecting it would take a bit for her to get dressed in her condition.

"Umm Jack?" came a small voice.

Puzzled, he opened the door and entered the room, stopping dead when he saw what was in front of him.

Hana was dressed in only her shirt, holding her shorts and underwear in front of her, embarrassment reddening her face. Jack had to swallow hard to maintain his composure.

"I can't lean over. I can't even put my own underwear on." She mumbled, growing ever redder at being so revealed in front of the man she knew would never see her as anything more than a kid.

He took a deep breath, softening at the girl's unsure tone, "I did say I'd do anything for you, didn't I?" He joked to lighten the mood.

Hana giggled softly, "I guess you did."

He walked around the bed to the tempting girl in front of him. She turned her back to him, handing over her clothes. He took another deep breath as he disentangled her panties trying very hard not to look at the two perfect globes of her ass bared for him and her long, slender legs. He crouched down, holding her underwear open so she could step into them, unable to stop himself from looking for a glimpse of her most private area as she did.

He was going to hell... He was old enough to be her dad! Jack groaned internally as his brain assaulted him with images of his face buried in her vulva, licking her clit while she writhed in front of him.

Once she had both feet in, he had to suppress another groan as he slid the pink scrap of cloth up her perfect legs. He felt himself growing hard even as he was trying to will himself not to. It was a battle he was loosing as he trailed his thumbs over her ass cheeks slightly more than was necessary for the task at hand.

Hana's breath hitched as she felt his fingers slide across her skin, her arousal adding to her embarrassment. She felt him linger a bit on her ass, giving her a glimmer of hope that maybe he would want her too.

Jack grabbed her shorts. Damnit why did everything she own either have to be skin tight, skimpy or both! It was not helping his situation in the least. He pulled up the tight spandex shorts as they clung and molded to every contour of her well muscled legs.

Hana wiggled, trying to help him shimmy them up over her cheeks.

Jack couldn't hold in the groan this time, causing her to freeze, "You can't wiggle like that, woman. I may be an old man but I'm not a saint."

She gasped lightly at him calling her a woman, deciding to play dumb to try to rile him up more, "What do you mean? I thought you were just helping out a friend?" She said with fake innocence.

Jack groaned again, taking a step back, closing his eyes, desperately trying to clear the very pornographic images out of his mind. Opening his eyes again only to wish he hadn't when he saw Hana grasp the hem of her shorts and wiggle them all the way up before turning to him with beautiful, innocent eyes.

She could tell the he was close to snapping. He was breathing hard and couldn't take his eyes off her. She carefully decide her next move.

"Is there something wrong, Jack?" She asked, never breaking eye contact as she stepped closer to him, placing a tiny hand on his muscular arm.

He tilted his head back against the wall behind him. The little minx had to know what she was doing, didn't she? He had heard that she had had some fun with Lena and her girlfriend Emily a few months back, so she wasn't a virgin. She had to know how she was tormenting him.

"Stop Hana." He growled out.

Sensing she had pushed him far enough for the first time, she backed down, "If you say so."

She grabbed her pistol and his jacket off the table and made for the door, leaving him still leaning against the wall, trying to collect his frazzled mind.

After she left the room, he looked around noticing she'd taken his jacket again, "Fuck me."