Mothers' Love, Father's Care

Arriving at the Zurich household was Hana's new father, Jack Morrison. Fareeha looked quite addled as to why he was chosen yet Mercy explained that he's the perfect, stereotypical American sitcom dad. He was all dressed up in his golf apparel yet his mask and visor still covered his face.

"Why are you still wearing your mask and stuff?" Hana questioned his midlife crisis.

"Why are you still wearing your mech headset?" He asked in return.

Hana gave a slight smirk and replied in an impressed tone, "Touche…"

Mercy stepped inside and offered the soldier, "Morrison...would you like anything to eat or drink?"

"No thanks, I think I'll head straight to the golf course from here."

"What golf course?" Hana asked.

Jack spun around and had the girl in his sights, "What do you mean? You said you have a golf course here...we made a deal!"

"Oh, we don't have one," Hana snickered, "In fact, the closest golf course is like 35 kilometers from here."

"You said it was near your house!" He growled in irritation.

"Yeah well...it's not so you're stuck with me!" She smiled coyly.

"Nope. I'm leaving." He turned away to begin walking out the door.

Mercy looked saddened and said, "Halt! Bitte! You don't have to leave! You just got here!"

"You should have thought of that before choosing not to tell me that you guys don't actually have a golf course nearby."

Fareeha stood silently, watching the three interact in amusement.

"Look, I'm sorry...I just wanted Hana to have a father…" Angela had a guilty look on her face, "I know she technically doesn't need one...but I feel like you two could really get along. Just give her a chance..."

Hana stared up at him with big dark eyes. They practically sucked the hopes and dreams out of him like a black hole wandering a starlit galaxy.

Morrison was so perturbed by the stare that he rushed back inside to avoid her sight saying, "Alright! Alright. I'll stay...but I'm leaving tonight back for North America. I already bought my plane tickets for a round trip."

"In the meantime, make me dinner!" Hana demanded.

"It's only 3 in the afternoon…"

"My naptime is at 5 and then after that, I'll be grinding on World of Warcraft all night so you have an hour to get moving! You can cook right?"

"On a grill."

Hana's face lit up, "That's such a dad thing! C'mon! We got one outside!"

The girl walked Morrison to the back porch and Angela and Fareeha watched from the kitchen window inside. They looked content since they finally had a moment away from her shenanigans.

"Peace…" Fareeha began.

"...And quiet." Angela added with a gentle smile. The two shared a giggle and took their seats at a small table nearby.

"I hope to Ra they don't set anything on fire out there." Fareeha chuckled.

"If so, my Caduceus can also be used as a fire extinguisher!" Angela informed in reassurance.

"Really? You are full of surprises aren't you?" The phrase almost seemed flirtatious thus Angela simply blushed in response.

Morrison and Hana's muffled voices could be heard outside as the two argued on what to make for dinner. Hana kept referencing episodes of Chopped Grill Masters as sources of inspiration but the man rejected the suggestions immediately.

"Let's just agree on some grilled hot dogs, how about that?"

"And burgers!" Hana added.

"Does Ana-I mean, Pharah eat meat?"

Hana paused and cocked her head curiously, "Who's Ana?"

"No one. Let's just get these franks and burgers on the grill…" He quickly diverted the conversation and began slapping the meats onto the charred hatched lines of the grill.

Hana still pondered on who this Ana person was so the best option to get answers was to ask her moms.

"MOMS!" She sat on the ground and yelled as loudly as possible. It was loud enough that little bird Ganymede must have heard it all the way over in Germany.

Jack jumped at her loud yell and shouted to get her attention, "Sweet cheese and crackers! Just walk inside like a normal kid and get them!"

"Okay Dad!" Hana happily accepted his advice and walked inside. She saw her mothers' faces near each other yet she didn't really notice so she alerted them, "Mommies! I have a question!"

The two women jumped out of their seats, snapping out of the blooming trance they were sharing.

"What! What is it?" Angela whipped out her staff and instinctively waved it from side to side towards any unknown danger.

"Who's Ana?" The girl asked in a small voice.

"Anna the Disney Princess?" Angela replied curiously.

"No."

"Anna Karenina?" Fareeha joined the guessing game.

"No. Dad mentioned an Ana by name."

Fareeha had a feeling she knew who she was referring to and stopped contributing to the conversation.

Angela noticed the woman's expression and she fibbed, "I-I'm sorry...but I am not sure who he was referring to, Dear." The familiar chime of her and Fareeha's communications device went off and simultaneously the desktop in their study did as well. The three of them decided to check out what was going on at the computer as it provided more visual information.

Athena's voice announced, [Angela Ziegler and Fareeha Amari are needed in El Dorado to stop an enemy escort]

Angela sighed, "Second day in a row...fourth time this week…"

Fareeha looked at her companion with empathy and joined the voice channel saying, "Requesting a new healer."

"No, it's okay Fareeha...I can go," Angela reassured, "Don't worry about me."

"Of course I should worry about you! How will I take care of her if you're gone?"

"You have Morrison now," Angela chuckled.

"But he isn't you…" Fareeha stated in a softer tone.

[Checking healer availability] Athena's loading screen appeared as she processed any available healer information as well as another possible hero to join as there was an open space. The loading was taking too long and they only had less than 10 minutes to get to their destination.

"Amari, I'll be okay." Angela placed a hand on her shoulder, "Let's not waste any time."

Fareeha could not argue with the woman any further so she gave a nod and went to her room to get ready. Angela left for a separate room to get dressed into a fresh outfit and now Hana was all alone with the computer.

"What about me?" Hana looked around. She looked at the hero information, wondering if a tank was needed. To her disappointment, there were already a tank on the team. She justified the decision to herself, "I needed to rest up anyway…"

Soon, her angelic mother returned and said, "Okay Sweetie, your mommies are going to leave you with dad. If anything happens to me, make sure I still look young and beautiful in my casket."

"Roger!" Hana saluted.

She looked over at her other mother as she walked in and Fareeha simply stated, "Don't burn the house down."

"Can't make any promises!"

The women left the house and Pharah jumped high into the air with Mercy trailing behind. Each heroes' city had a discreet location where Overwatch members would go to whenever they were called to a mission. There they would encounter a teleporter which would send them to their assigned location. The teleporter would only stay up before and during missions in case another hero was summoned or needed to be kicked.

In the meantime, Hana sat with her father outside eating hot dogs and burgers on the porch. She savored every bite and scarfed down every single item in front of her. It was some miracle that this child wasn't obese due to her diet of gluttonous proportions. It only took her a few minutes to eat everything before giving a large belch.

"Hana!" Jack seemed to scold but he added, "That deserves a 10."

Hana giggled, "My moms never like it when I burp! I'm so glad to have an inappropriate dad like you! But now I'm tired."

"Already?"

"Yeah! My naptime is soon so come tuck me in." She grabbed his hand and walked him upstairs to her bedroom. One glance at her room and one could already tell that she was a weeaboo shut-in; Her walls were covered with anime posters and wall scrolls, figurines of various innocent and scandalous natures posed upon shelves, her bed was adorned with plush characters and dakimakuras, and her book shelf was filled with blu-ray DVDs and manga. It was practically a case of culture shock for this American country boy but if it meant that the girl was going to fall asleep and not bother him for Lord knows how long, then he was willing to get this over with.

Hana pushed off some plushies and made her way under the covers. She looked up at him with a cat-like smile and demanded, "Tell me a naptime story!"

"You're not serious…" His forehead wrinkled.

"Aren't I always?"

He sighed and took a seat on the edge of the bed, "Okay...what kind of story?"

"Anything that comes to mind!"

He pondered for a moment and then began, "A long time ago...there was a young country boy who dreamed of joining the military-"

"I said a story not an autobiography…" She interrupted in annoyance.

"Fine! Once upon a time, there was a princess-"

"Yaaaaaawn!"

"What the hell kind of story do you want from me?"

"Anything but that!"

He thought long and hard and suddenly, an amazing story idea came to him, "Space. The final frontier…No human would have ever drea-"

Hana suddenly began to snore. She really was passed out within seconds.

"Huh...well I know what story to tell her now." He stood and stretched. His flight was not for another 5 hours so he decided to make himself at home.

El Dorado is undoubtedly a beautiful place so it is quite the shame that none of the heroes could truly experience it. Either way, they still had the opportunity to come here when necessary even if blood was to be shed.

"I've got my eye on you." Mercy spoke encouragingly to Pharah.

"Thank you." The Egyptian smiled back. It seemed that there was only five members present on their team which made her grow concerned, "Where is our sixth hero?"

"It doesn't matter," Zarya the Russian Tank responded while standing near the payload, "Back in my country...we would have one hero fighting per city."

"I highly doubt that…" Pharah muttered.

"We have balance in our team. No need to worry." Hanzo the Japanese archer stated wisely from atop a building.

McCree laughed in response, "Sure keep thinkin' that way...once I had to go up against a team full of omnics and their healer! Let's say just say that didn't look so dandy for us 'balanced' teammates…"

Hanzo rolled his eyes and pulled back on his bow string, ready to fire at any given moment.

The setup timer went off and the enemy team was approaching. Everyone did their part on defending the escort and even though there were a few drawbacks, they still managed to keep their enemies at bay.

"My ultimate is ready!" Pharah announced before jet jumping high into the air.

Mercy flew up and boosted her damage, "Ready!"

"Rocket Barrage In-"

A loud bang from a sniper rifle ripped through the air, abruptly silencing the ultimate. Pharah fell from the sky and hit the ground hard below. Mercy gasped and landed next to her.

"No no no!" Mercy was fearful as she rolled her teammate onto her back. The life in Fareeha was quickly fading. Mercy's ultimate was still at 87% so she pulled out her blaster and began shooting at nearby enemies. Time was running out as she desperately charged her ultimate and the second it hit 100%, she shouted with tears in her eyes, "Heroes Never Die!"

Pharah and even other fallen members nearby were revived and they immediately returned to battle as if nothing happened. The enemies were blasted away and the two women were safe.

"Thank you, Angela…" Pharah spoke sincerely. She looked ahead and was determined to finally finish off anymore enemies however, another loud bang was heard. This time Pharah ducked, avoiding the shot, but behind her, a thud followed. She looked back at Mercy and was appalled to see that she had been struck in the hip, hindering her ability to move. Pharah had to act quickly so she picked up the woman as more sniper bullets followed every step she attempted to make.

"I see the sniper!" Hanzo shouted and he took this opportunity to cover them with his arrows.

"What percent is your health at?" Pharah asked her partner in concern.

"T-two…" Mercy weakly replied and then smiled, "Second day in a row...wounded greatly…"

The sudden eerie sing song voice was heard creeping in the distance, "I seee youuuu…"

The infamous sniper Widowmaker aimed at the two through her scope and Hanzo was nowhere to be seen.

Pharah stood between her and Mercy and shouted, "Do your worst, you Insect!"

"Arachnid, ma cherie…" She corrected. Her index finger pressed against the trigger until...Lights out. She had been tranquilized with a sleep dart.

Pharah looked confused especially when a glass object shattered behind her.

"Heal up! I can handle her from here!" An older hijabi sniper said to them.

"Mom? What are you doing here? I thought you were back in Egypt!" Pharah replied.

The old woman, Ana Amari, put her hands on her hips, "Oh you know...I came here to knit and play bingo with the locals! What do you think I'm doing here? Someone requested for a healer and there was an open space! Be happy I saved your friend here!"

Widowmaker awoke from her sleep and she looked angered as she aimed her scope at them once more before quickly being put back to sleep with yet another dart.

"Thank you by the way!" Mercy said in appreciation, "You should really teach me some of your healing tricks."

"I'll think about it," The woman chortled, "Now get a move on, abnatay. There are only a few seconds left. I think I'm having fun with my old friend here." She looked up at the building, waiting for the woman who stole her eye to wake up again.

"We'll meet you back at HQ then!" Mercy called to her as they headed back to the teleporter, "Perhaps you can come by our place at some point and spend time with our daughter as well!"

"'Daughter'?" Ana repeated in utter shock before being struck in the head with Widowmaker's venom mine.