Its High Noon

Ana Amari hadn't expected to awaken in such a place, and especially with the occupant sat opposite her, a man she'd known from a lifetime ago. She'd been slumped against the wall in her sleep and now that a chance had arisen to study the room, it was a strange design. The walls were entirely wooden in nature yet the design itself was similar to a spaghetti westerns from the olden days; perhaps a homage to the man opposite hers attire. Ana felt her lips curl into a smile as she studied his ridiculous outfit, yet it lasted only a few seconds - Soon replaced once more with the frown she'd come to wear so often of late.

Jesse McCree stirred in his forced sleep and it seemed he'd soon awaken from it. Ana grunted in annoyance as she looked down to check her sniper rifle. A trusted and tried companion through the ages it somehow was here with her. Whoever had put them in here, they wanted them both to be armed; the Peacekeeper was sat safely in McCrees holster. Pushing herself to her feet, Ana raised the barrel to her shoulder - The rifle trained on the sleeping McCrees chest.

It was during that moment that McCree stirred from his slumber, wiping his eyes in a groggy manner; much as if he'd been out on the lash the night before. Taking a few moments to gather himself his gaze finally filtered out the form of Ana's rifle trained on his chest. MeCree's jaw dropped as he muttered her name.

"Ana?"

Amari growled throatily. She stepped closer and placed the barrel of her rifle against his throat. "You abandoned us. Left when the going got tough. Left me, when I needed you the most." She seemed to spit the words out, though there was a definite undertone of despair in her voice.

Jesse studied her remaining eye for a moment with his own hazel ones, before they searched the rest of her face. She'd aged since they'd last met, the wrinkles across her foreheads and cheeks defining the frailty of her body now. Yet she still was fit and healthy, a strongly athletic body and a deep-set beauty that he was utterly weak too. Raising both hands in the air, he spoke slowly in his gruff American accent, a smile ushering itself to his lips. The same smile she'd fallen in love with.

"Sorry sweetheart; didn't want to have to kill you if it came to it. You knew it was a possibility."

Ana seemed to tremor at his words and yet after a few moments she smiled softly. Pulling the rifle back from his throat she rest it against her shoulder - Eyeing up the handsome cowboy. They'd shared a romance back in the days of overwatch. While Ana was nearly two decades his elder he'd been attracted to the grounding and maturity of the women, and in return she'd loved his eccentric style; the typical cowboy attire, cigar in tow and that dashingly cheeky smile. The pair had spent many years together - Side by side both as comrades, and lovers.

"Smart move. You know i'd have taken you back to school." She murmured, offering McCree a hand to pull himself up.

Jesse took the hand and pulling himself to his feet he brushed himself down, giving her that same cheeky smile as before. While he'd aged himself he'd turned from a baby-faced youngster to a gruff, handsome and roguish gunslinger. The look suited him perfectly and Ana couldn't help but giggle as McCree touchedthe edge of his hat gently.

"How'd I look, sugar?" He quizzed, striking a pose.

"Magnificent, despite old."

"You're one to talk." McCree retorted. In that moment they connected once more, and the cowboy stepped forwards in one swift movement. His mechanical arm slipped to the small of her back and pulled her closer to him - While his real hand pushed her hood down, revealing her fine grey hair. "When did you get so old, girl?"

"The day you left." Ana murmured. She found her fingers working without even realizing it - Scratching his beard affectionately. The pair stared at each other for one long moment. "I never stopped hoping i'd see you again." Ana whispered gently. A feeling swelled in her chest once more - Making her feel like a little girl once more.

"I never believed you'd died old girl. Didn't stop looking for one day." He growled back, his fingers running gently down the side of her face.

"I still love you." They both spoke in unison.

The moment held for what seemed an age after; before the pair could no longer hold it. They connected once more, lips together in a symbiotic motion. The kiss grew in intensity after a few moments - The kiss of true lovers. So lost in the moment their hands once more explored each others bodies, the longing lust of it all taking over.

So caught up in the moment, they didn't even notice the wooden wall slide open to reveal an exit. Such is the way of long lost lovers.

(( I really need to apologize for vanishing. Honestly, I simply lost all my enthusiasm for the story. I went too hard too fast and tried to rush it out, and simply lost motivation. I am really, really sorry for that happening. I'm going to be taking a new approach to the story from now on. I'll write just one paragraph a day instead of trying to write a whole chapter a day.

Thank you so much for all your kind words, it really helped boost my spirits when I looked back at this.

You also might be wondering why I paired Ana/McCree and even made it a clearly romantic pairing? Well, I just figured that with their history, I thought McCree would like an older women to ground him. And I personally have a crush on both, heh. ))