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Okay, in the previous chapter, Jax helped out Solider: 76 against the Los Muertos thugs which resulted in 76 getting wounded and Jax having to take care of him for a while.

I had Dorado take place in Mexico, even though it's actually in Puerto Rico. I don't know, I went off of the wikia, so…

In this chapter, Winston finally makes his recall, and Jax begins to realize who this 76 guy really is…

Enough spoilers. XD

Here y'all go and enjoy the show!

-/

After the surgery which Jax was hard at work in taking care of 76 and getting the bullet out of his abdomen. Luckily, there was no internal damage that was nothing Jax couldn't fix. Jax finished up by wrapping the bandage around the man's waist over the wound. The blond sighs, looking at the bag of supplies that little Ale had given him. There was, sadly, absolutely nothing left- everything was used during the surgery to get the bullet out of the wounded warrior and seal the wound. Jax, who was currently cleaning up after himself, picked up the bag to feel something crinkle inside. A little confused, Jax looked inside the bag. There was a note… two of them.

"Gracias for your help. I hope to see you again someday, hero!

-Alejandra"

"Heroes never die, and I knew that. Thank you for keeping hope in today's childhood. Don't ever stop fighting for what's right. After all… someone has to help.

-Susana"

Jax smiled at the two notes- he was sure one of them was from that little girl's mother who was grateful he had saved her daughter's life. He pocketed them, deciding to show 76 later. Right now, he was sleeping on the table still, which reminded Jax that he had to find his room and take him there before starting on breakfast. The blond man finished cleaning up the supplies before checking 76's pulse.

"Still there. Good." he told himself, before going to look for the room.

The hideout was actually literally a hideout- the only way to access it was through this hole behind a dumpster in one of the older buildings. The building itself was abandoned, but Jax's new friend stayed in the basement completely, as it seemed. He didn't dare to go check out the upstairs. After all, this was 76's place, not his.

There was a narrow hallway that was actually pretty short- only four doors, two to both walls, and a mirror at the end. Jax turned on the light and finally saw his own reflection in what was only a few months, but felt like fifteen years. Jax had grown a bit of a beard, his hair had grown out a little, he had gotten only an inch taller (now making him 5' 10" (177.8 cm)) and his leg muscles were just a little more defined from all that riding on the bike. The only difference was that his green eyes, the emerald green eyes that he shared with his mother, they were still sparkling. Even though times were growing dark (if they weren't already), Jax still saw the light.

The light was switched off as Jax checked each of the rooms. The second door to the left had an unmade bed and clothes strewn all over. Jax knew this was most likely 76's room, and he went back to the kitchen where the surgery was performed and the older man was still sleeping on the table. The younger one carefully lifted him, taking him to his room and tucking him into bed and closing the door. Jax figured he could just check out the rest of the place while 76 was asleep. If he was going to be staying here a while, might as well get used to the surroundings.

He found that the second door to the right was originally another bedroom, but it looked like it was transformed into an armory. The first door to the left was the bathroom, and the first door to the right was a storage compartment-slash-pantry. The living room was actually still a little messy, like all other rooms in the small home- the only room that was actually clean was the kitchen. And now that was messy, thanks to Jax's little surgery done on the counter.

Jax gave a little sigh. He then cracked his knuckles and got right to work. It was only 3 in the morning, and he was sure that 76 wouldn't be up for another few hours.

-/

Screw 'another few hours.' The old man rested for more than half the day, enabling Jax to finish with a lot of chores that he couldn't get done. Cleaning the rooms, washing the clothes, scrubbing the kitchen area, and made himself breakfast. He didn't quite knew when 76 would be up, but he did check the pulse every once in awhile to make sure he was still alive. Sure, the surgery had gone well, but one can never be too sure.

Jax looked up at the door where 76 lied in bed, still resting for his 5th hour straight. The older man sure was injured, but the younger hoped that it wouldn't turn into a coma. With a sigh, he stood, inspecting his work. The kitchen was fully cleaned, so was the living room, he also cleaned up the armory a little and even scrubbed the 76 letterman jacket and hung it up in 76's room. At the moment, he was organizing his backpack. He was going to ask if he could have a new set of clothes because his other pair was bloodied too much. Jax looked down at the slightly bloodied clothes he was wearing at that moment, before noticing the bathroom door. Jax glanced at the door where 76 slept.

"Well, a quick shower and shave could be done in less than an hour… I just have to hope he doesn't wake up before then." Jax sighs, heading into the bathroom with only the extra pair of boxers he didn't use to help pad the wound.

Okay, yeah, that may have seemed selfish, but Jax didn't want to be asking around for an extra pair of boxers.

Jax didn't take any time and wasted no water droplet. He was in and out, a towel wrapped around his waist as he now stood in front of the mirror over the sink.

"Now to shave…"

-/

And to sleep.

Not only was 76 asleep, but so was Jax. Sprawled on the couch. Hugging a pillow. Still in slightly bloody clothes.

Well, except for the t-shirt. His gray one was too bloodied, so he had to throw that out and he stole one of 76's old shirts. It was completely black and had an insignia of the Overwatch symbol, but anyone could have gotten a t-shirt from Overwatch. This one was nothing different.

His stubble of a beard was shaved clean off, and his hair was neatly cut, quiffed upwards in the front. Jax admitted he reminded himself of Jack Morrison. Heh. Well, that part was a mistake.

Enough about Jax's daily activities. Let's get on with some of the interesting parts.

There was a small device on the coffee table (in front of the couch) that Jax had never really seen. He thought it was the remote to something, so he left it there just in case 76 didn't want him messing around with it. It vibrated a bit, but Jax was too deep into his sleep to hear or see it. Suddenly, the device glowed blue, before pulling up a hologram.

"Whoever you are, I advise you to destroy this holopad and forget this call was even made." A great big gorilla in white, black, and orange armor started, reading off of a flash card in front of him. He didn't look up to see who was on the receiving end. "Jack Morrison has been dead for years, and you are providing false… hope…" The gorilla found it weird that there was no one saying anything (as someone would surely have been protesting about the holopad they found somehow), so he glanced up once or twice during his little speech, only to find a sleepy blond-haired man lying on the couch in front of the screen. The blond looked so much like his old friend that all Winston could do at the moment was grin.

"Athena, end this call and send a voicemail."

-/

Jax was up and about again, now cooking dinner, when he heard a thud and a grunt from the 76 guy's room. Jax's eyebrows raised, and he set down the knife he was using to cut some veggies he had bought earlier on. He crept into the other room, noticing a struggling-to-stand 76.

"You're wounded, dumbass. You can't be walking around." Jax sighs, tossing the towel over his shoulder and helping the wounded one up and back into bed. "Look, I, uh, got you healed and everything and you've been out for… hold on." Jax held a finger up, looking at the clock. It was about 6 PM. "Yep. 14 hours."

"14?!"

"Yeah, 14. Anyways, you seem to be healing up well, and… uh, I hope you didn't mind me doing some chores around here? It's more of a force of habit, honestly-"

"No, I don't mind. Did you touch anything in here or in the armory?"

"Just your clothes to wash from in here and in the armory, I only picked up some bullets left on the ground. The two rooms were pretty personal, which I pretty much left them alone." Jax chuckles. "Any other questions? I'm making dinner for us now, and I don't want to leave it sitting for long."

"No. Just, uh… can I be in the living room?" 76 asks a little sheepishly.

"Why, you like your recliner, dumbass?"

"Shut up. I find it comfortable." Jax laughed, going over and helping up 76.

"You're healing a little fast for an old man."

"It's in my blood. Partook in war in my day. I'm used to being shot sometimes."

"Still not gonna tell me your name?"

"No." 76 shook his head, a chuckle being released.

"Which is cool. I'll keep calling you dumbass."

"How 'bout you don't, kid? You haven't given me your name." 76 asked as he was set down into his recliner.

"Well, my name is Jax. I thought you would've recognized that from my backpack." Jax motioned to his backpack. There was the faint sewings of a J, an A, and an X on the front in that order.

"... oh."

"Now I know how much of a dumbass you really are."

"Stop calling me that."

"You told me not to call you grandpa, that's the one name I won't call you. Even if and when you tell me your name, I'm still calling you dumbass."

"Why so?"

"Because you are one most of the time." Jax chuckles, going back to cutting the veggies. 76 only scoffed, picking up a golf magazine from the table next to the recliner he was now relaxed in.

"Smartass." he grumbled under the white mask of his.

-/

A vibrating sound echoed from the living room as Jax brought over their dinner, which was a chicken salad.

"What's that?" Jax wondered, looking around as he handed 76 his plate. He then spotted the holopad glowing a bright green. "You have a holopad?"

"Just bring it to me."

"I thought it was a remote for something. Must've thought wrong." Jax grabbed the holopad and handed it to 76. He took it and managed to get it to work. A larger hologram popped up.

"Hello, Commander. I hope you're awake by the time this gets to you. I see you haven't aged a day since the explosion, especially since the world thought you were dead." A gorilla began to speak, adjusting his glasses as he did so. "I am recalling all Overwatch agents- you included- back to Watchpoint: Gibraltar. You have been located by the tracking system on the holopad. Get back to me and I will provide a ride if you are overseas." the gorilla finished, then looked up at the camera. "I hope to see you soon, Commander." The hologram then died down, and Jax looked up at 76.

"Everyone knows the commander's dead- wait a minute." Jax looked up at 76, who didn't budge since the call ended.

"He must've saw you and you didn't notice- probably mistook you as the Commander. You do look quite like him, after all."

"Exactly what I thought after I looked in the mirror." Jax chuckles. "But how'd you get his holopad? It should've been destroyed in the blast."

"I found it." 76 said simply, and Jax didn't press any further on the matter.

"So, uh, what should we say back to Winston?"

"You know him?"

"Well, of course I do. He was the one being that my oldest sister looked up to daily, even when Overwatch disbanded." Jax smiles. "My family, the kiddos at least, we looked up to at least one member of the team."

"Oh, really?"

"Yep. Oldest sister, her name's Jordan, she was a brainiac and she always looked up to Winston, as you know. Next in line is the second oldest sister, Jackie, she always was a fan of Tracer, always dreamed of racing her even though she knew she was going to lose. Then there's me, then after me are the twins, Jessie and Juliet- they were both big fans of agility and swiftness, which led to them having eyes on Genji and McCree. And finally, the youngest, she plans to be a doctor when she's grown, Jasmine, she was always looking up to Mercy."

"What about you? You had to have someone to look up to, right?"

"Yeah, uh… Ever since he and his partner saved me during the Great Battle Of Pittsburgh when I was just a toddler, uh… I've always looked up to Jack Morrison. He may not have completely saved me, but he still stuck around to make sure I was okay, and uh… that's how I knew he truly cared about the world. That, and he reminded me much of my dad." Jax began, just kinda looking at the table, his slightly-finished chicken salad in his hands. "Dad was always my role model, that was for sure- not even Jack Morrison could beat him. But, uh, one big embarrassing thing about the Great Battle Of Pittsburgh, heh… I thought Jack Morrison was my dad." Jax laughed a little, but felt 76's eyes on him so intensely that he decided to continue. "Yeah, I did, heh. Uhm, so it was the part where the omnics took over, this guy was trying to get me to run, but he was shot and he fell on top of me, keeping me from being able to run away. I was so sure I was going to die right then and there, but Overwatch came. I thought I heard my dad, probably helping fight them off since he was chief of the LAPD at the time, so I got out of hiding from under the body and ran to him. Jack Morrison had to call a friend over to help me find my parents, but then more omnics came, then I was shot." Jax set down the bowl on the coffee table in front of him, and he pulled up the black shirt he wore to reveal a bullet wound on his side. "Luckily, Jack Morrison managed to slow the bleeding until after that second wave of omnics, and I somehow managed to stay alive through the next sixteen waves- hence the Great Battle being in the name- and around that time, Mercy had finished tending to most of the others who were wounded from gunshots, so she pretty much immediately took me in and saved me. Turns out, I was lucky to have survived that long… A few years afterwards, Dad told me how I did survive that long- it was because I had this ability to recover quickly and more effectively than most other human beings." Jax noticed he was now just poking around his dinner and glanced up at 76 here and there.

"Do you think Overwatch should get back together to help the world again?"

"I think they never left. At least that's what I like to think." Jax shrugged.

"Let's go." 76 stated. "As soon as I'm healed, we can send Winston a message, telling him that we'll be on our way."

"Huh? But we aren't-"

"You're not Jack Morrison, nor are we agents of Overwatch. But we can become agents. I'm sure they're recruiting at this time."

"I may not be Jack Morrison… But I kinda think you are."

"What makes you think that?"

"I dunno, you just remind me a lot of him. Forget I said anything, honestly." Jax shook his head with a small sigh.

"We can still go as soon as I'm healed up. But right now.." The older man picked up the holopad and tossed it at Jax, who caught it with ease. "You have to give that Winston a call and tell him the truth right now. I'll be right here with ya." He then proceeded to take off his mask and Jax did a small double take.

"You look kinda familiar. Also, why'd you take your mask off?"

"To eat." The older man gave Jax a look, that was more of a smirk and a raised eyebrow. "Who's the dumbass now?" Jax raised his finger to speak, but then he was cut off by the hums of satisfaction. "Hey, this is good." Jax couldn't help but to blush a little and chuckle, both at the compliment and the embarrassment.

"Well, uh, first off- I call you dumbass. If you want a nickname for me, then smartass would do just fine." Jax let out a laugh, holding the holopad in his other hand, his dinner left on the table. "Second off, what am I even supposed to say? 'Hey, my buddy somehow found this holopad after that big blast, I just somehow look like your dead commander, uh, can we still come? We totally aren't baddies who look like good guys.'"

"You really are a dumbass, huh?" The man in the recliner laughs. "Who saved six 4 dozen people by hauling a statue of his hero? You didn't forget how you got here and why?"

"... oh." Man. I really am a dumbass.

"Yeah, oh." The man used his fork to motion to the holopad. "Now go on. Tell 'em."

"What about you? 'Oh, there's also this stranger who hasn't told me his name, but I call him dumbass-'"

"Hey, just, uhm… call me Lukas for now, I guess. I'll act as your granddad."

"Really? Are you sure about that?"

"Yeah… yeah. Just, uh…" Lukas shrugged. "Just say I'm wounded and that we'll be over soon. That you can't really leave home without me." Jax rolled his eyes at that thought.

"Alright, then, dumbass." Jax looked down at the holopad. He then turned it on, looking for the calling app. Since he didn't really know how to work the holopad, it took him a little bit of time to get it working. Suddenly, the same hologram of the gorilla, Winston, popped up.

"Jack, I'm so glad you got back to us! We-" he began happily, but then halted at Jax's confused look.

"'We'?" Jax wondered. He then shook his head, getting down to business. "Uh, hey, uh… I'm not Jack Morrison." Jax ran a hand through his hair, chuckling awkwardly. "My name's Jax Phillips. My grandpa, Lukas, he found this holopad outside the blast while on vacation in Switzerland. Uh, but I was kinda hoping to still come by to be an agent? You'll need some rookies, right?"

"Well, the more the merrier…" Winston pondered, taking it all in. He then peered up at Jax, wondering… (while Jax only chuckled a little nervously) "You still look like Jack."

"So I've been told." Jax sighed, scratching the back of his head. "Keep in mind, uhm… it's just my grandpa and I here. If you bring me over, you'll have to bring him over too. He was a part of the U.S. Navy when he was younger, during the Omnic Crisis, I think…" Jax thought about it a bit. ".. so perhaps he can help a bit with some of the training?"

"Has he been doing any fighting lately?"

"No… but he helped me hold hope in you guys. This girl, the Los Muertos gang took her money and she went after them. She would be dead right about now if it weren't for granddad and I. After the battle, when I was carrying grandpa home because he had gotten wounded during it, and she asked if we were one of those heroes. I knew who she was talking about but I was, and I still am, too young to have been a part of the hero organization years ago. Grandpa said he could've been, but not anymore." Winston seemed to buy the story.

"I'll send an aircraft to the location of the holopad in three months. That'll be August 28th, and it should be there and ready for you at about 2:30 PM. It also should be enough time for your grandpa to heal up and for you to prepare yourselves. You'll be our first recruits, and I'm glad it was your grandfather who picked up this holopad. After all, if it were a member of TALON or anyone of the sort… well, I'm just glad you have this holopad."

"Thank you, Winston. We won't let ya down." Jax hung up, pressing a button on the holopad.

"That wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"Shut up, dumbass."

"I'm your grandpa, you don't speak to me that way-" Jax laughed, before continuing his meal.

He was to be joining Overwatch, after all. In three months, he'd be a recruit to the reformation of Overwatch.

-/

And that's all there is for this chapter. Holy moley. I probably lied about the weekly-biweekly updates thing. It's most likely when I'm really inspired that my story gets updates so quickly. That, and I just sit in front of a computer most of the time.

QOTC: Have you played or seen Resident Evil 7?

I've only watched Markiplier play through the game, so I'm gonna use his playthrough haha.

That's literally all I have for this chapter, so, uh…

Thank you all so much for reading and I guess I'll see YOU, in the next chapter…

CIAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!