Hey, everybody! I'm back again!

Once again, I got a lot of super nice feedback from all of you! Thank you guys for being so supportive of me and this story! I really can't tell you how grateful I am. And I mean it, from the bottom of my heart, thank you!

I'm grumpy because I still haven't gotten the museum into a chapter, but if I added everything I have planned for all the museum stuff, this chapter would've been unnecessarily long, so I had to suspend it once again. Grrrr. But I SWEAR it will be in the next one!

Anyway, enough chit-chat! Onto the fourth chapter!

Rory sat at the table with Emily and Tracer, eating spaghetti, his favorite meal. It was simple, but delicious in his opinion.

Lena had a serving four times the size of his and Emily's, but he assumed that it had to do with her increased healing factor and her Flash-like powers.

He looked at her with a smile smile as she shoveled another mouthful into her mouth.

She saw his look and froze with the spaghetti half hanging out of her mouth. She slowly used her fork to get the remaining noodles into her mouth (A/N: I had a bad feeling about playing the pronoun game here :/). She put her fork down and looked down into her lap. "Sorry, love. My metabolism is higher so it doesn't take as long for me to digest food and use up the energy and carbs and the calories." Rory noticed her eyes flicker to her stomach and back to her lap.

"Don't worry about it, Lena," he said with a small smile. "I'm not judging you at all, I promise."

She tried to smile at him, but he could tell it was forced. "Thanks, Rory."

Rory smiled and returned to eating his food, as she did the same, but noticeably calmer than before. Rory couldn't help but feel bad for the poor girl, but he'd known girls with depression before, and she showed some of the symptoms of it. It didn't mean that she for sure had depression, but he thought that it was definitely possible. She definitely was concerned about her weight, as her glance at her stomach had definitely had a trace of sadness in it, and his heart went out for the hero.

Emily took Rory's plate when he had finished and gave her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek as she went to clean the dishes. Rory smiled at the sight. The two were nice together and really complimented each other well. Each cared deeply for the other, he could tell.

As Lena ate, he noticed her glancing up at him as he sat silently, likely thinking he was still judging her.

He decided to change the topic. "So how long has it been since you've contacted anyone in Overwatch?"

The hero smiled sadly. "A long time… we were all so close in those days, but after it was shut down, we all figured it would be best to forget about those days...including each other… I miss them a lot. Angela, Reinhardt, Torb, McCree, Fareeha, Genji, Mei, Winston… Ana, Jack, Gabe, Amélie, Gérard… all of them…" She smiled sadly. "You remind me a bit of Jack, actually…"

"I'm sorry, Lena."

"S'alright, love," she said, trying to smile. She rose and the two went into the living room. "I've got Emily, and that's all I really need," she said, smiling wistfully.

Rory smiled. "Awwwwww," he cooed, mockingly.

"Oh, shut up, ya wanker."

"What? It's cute," he said honestly. "Makes me wish I had what you two have."

"So why don't you? You're a handsome enough guy."

"I don't know. Just never really thought about I guess."

"You sure it's not cause you've been dwelling on what could have been with that old friend of yours?"

Rory thought about that for a moment. There were some women his age in Dorado, and a few of them had indeed asked him out, but he had always politely declined. He was friends with many of the young men and women in Dorado, but he had never thought about any of them like that. The only person he had thought about like that was Sombra.

"I'm not sure," he said honestly. "I've just never thought about it much since she left. I don't know."

She was about to answer when her phone rang. She checked it and gasped. "Em! Get in here!" The hero quickly sat back again and made room beside her for Emily.

Rory looked at the message on her phone. "What is it?"

"It's a message broadcasting on the Overwatch emergency broadcast channel…" Emily said disbelievingly. "You don't think…?"

Tracer opened the message and she gasped before laughing. "Winston!"

(A/N: Okay, I myself have lost track of my timeline, but I think that it's still set so that there's no continuity error here. I could be wrong, but if you think it's off, let me know. I'm pretty sure I had it in my head that Rory was born just about when the Omnic Crisis started, then about ten years later his mom died. Then about twenty years later this happens. So I think I have it right.)

"Thirty years ago, the Omnics declared war…"

"Winston's a gorilla?" Rory asked incredulously.

"He's smarter than any human scientist I've ever met," Lena said. "Now shush."

They listened to the message all the way through. Rory noticed Lena begin to tear up as Winston said, "They tore our family apart.

"But look around!" Images of explosions from terrorist attacks around the world showed in the video. "Someone has to do something! We have to do something! The world needs us now, more than ever!" The monkey removed his glasses and stared into the camera, and Rory felt himself get goose bumps from the inspiring speech he was hearing. "Are you with me?"

Lena had tears in her eyes and a huge smile on her face. "Yes, I am, Winston!"

Emily looked at her girlfriend with a smile. "You ready to be a hero again, Lena?"

"Yeah. Yeah I am, love."

Rory smiled at them. "That's great news."

"Rory, you can't tell anyone! The Petras Act deems all Overwatch activity illegal! We can't be caught doing this!"

"I won't tell a soul. But I'm sure it'll get out soon enough."

"Unfortunately, you're likely right."

"I'm going to go," Rory said, rising from the couch. Good luck, Lena. I hope to see you two again."

"I'm sure you will, Rory," Emily said. "You've been a great guest. And a great help tonight. Have a safe flight home."

"Wait, Rory!" Lena stood quickly and gave him her phone, snatching his from his hand. "Exchange numbers in case we need each other," she explained.

"Oh, got it." Rory jokingly looked at Emily. "I think you've got competition, Emily."

"Well, if I see them, I'll let them know to back off," she quipped.

"That hurts," he said, putting a hand on his chest in feigned pain. The three laughed before the two re-exchanged phones. "Have a good night," he said, grabbing his jacket and exiting their apartment.

Lena laughed again and hugged Emily tightly. "It's Winston! He's recalling Overwatch!"

"I know. I'm happy for you, love."

Lena noticed the sadness in her voice. "What's wrong, Em?"

"It just means I have to stay here and wonder each time if you'll come back after a mission…"

"Oh, Em, you know I will. Every time."

"I hope so, Lena. I dunno what I'd do without you, love."

"I dunno either," Tracer joked. "You'd be a wreck without me."

The two laughed before Lena kissed the redhead softly. "But I mean it, Em, you won't lose me."

"I hope not."

Tracer smiled at her and grabbed her phone again, calling Winston. When he picked up, the disbelief hit her like a truck. Was it really…?

"Winston, is that you, love?" She grinned. "Aha! It's been too long!"

"Yes… Yes, it has."

"What's going on, big guy? What's with the recall?"

"There's been so many terror attacks recently. But what really pushed me over the edge was when Reaper came to my lab."

Lena gasped. "Reaper? What did he want?"

"He came for the Overwatch Agent database, but I was able to stop him from getting it. But Lena, as I was cleaning up I found that some tech I had was stolen. Your chronal tech. Someone stole it."

Lena felt the blood drain from her face. "Wh-what?"

"It was all tech that has to do with your blinking ability, so it's likely they were working on some sort of teleportation device."

"I'm not sure whether to be afraid for them or pissed off at them!" she said loudly.

"I know Lena, we'll find them." He sighed before asking, "How are you doing? I saw the news."

"I'm alright, big guy. I might not be if not for that guy who was there with me."

"Yes, who was he?"

"All I got was his first name, Rory."

Winston didn't say anything for a moment but she could hear clicks from a keyboard. "That'll help narrow the search at least…" He paused again. "Rory Carson. Lives in Dorado with his aunt Alex and cousin Alejandra. His mother…"

"Killed in Dorado during the Omnic Crisis… He told us…"

"'Us'?"

"Hey, Winsty," Emily said.

"Ah, hello, again, Emily. How're you?"

"Never better, Nutter Butter."

Winston scoffed at the old nickname and continued where he'd left off about Rory. "His father doesn't seem to be recorded here."

"Do you think it may have been someone in Overwatch?" Lena asked.

"It's quite possible… Wait…"

Lena heard more clicking and got more and more suspicious. "Winston, what's goin' on, love? What're you thinkin'?"

On the other end of the call, the scientist typed away and looked at the screen. His eyes widened as he found what he was looking for. 'My God…' he thought as he stared at the face of his old ally. 'That's not good…'

"Winston, love, what did ya find?"

"Nothing, Lena," he lied, adding the information to a classified folder. "Dead-end."

On the King's Row end of things, the hero scrunched up her face in confusion. "Ooo-kay…?"

"Lena, I have one more piece of bad news. I received an anonymous email and I don't know if it's true or if it's a trap, but… I'm forwarding it to you now."

Lena snatched her laptop and logged into her Overwatch email. A funny thing she had always thought, to have a classified email account. She read through the email and her eyes widened, as did her girlfriend's as she read over we shoulder. "You don't think he's going to try to break out, do you?"

"I don't know. But he wouldn't dare unless they already had the gauntlet. So if it's true…"

"Then we have to stop them." She read through the email again. "It says here that their protocol for a compromised assignment is to do the mission in broad daylight. So, if we let them know we're there, they might attack while civilians are there…"

"We need to be prepared for anything. Except you and I are the only agents available at the moment, as you're the only one who responded so far. Doctor Ziegler is busy, as a doctor would be. I don't know about Reinhardt or Torbjörn, McCree is probably off drinking himself to death. Genji is likely with Zenyatta, mourning. Fareeha is with Helix Security, and Mei was with Ecopoint: Antarctica when they went into cryosleep before Overwatch collapsed. We lost contact with them nine years ago, so she may not even be alive anymore…"

"Oh, no… Not Mei too…"

"We don't know for sure, but it's quite possible." He paused again. "Do you know anyone who would be willing to help?"

Lena looked at Emily. "Do you think he'd do it?"

"Maybe," the redhead replied uncertainly, "but he's on his way back to Dorado."

"Winston, do we have an airship that could get to Dorado and bring him to the museum?"

"Who? Mr. Carson?"

"Yeah."

"We have one, if you'd be willing to pilot it there to get him."

"As long as it doesn't teleport, that's fine," she joked, pain in her eyes as Emily rubbed her shoulder.

"No teleporting ships for at least the next century," Winston promised.

"Good. Then yeah, I can do that. Just let me call him and I'll get back to you. Talk to you in a little bit, Win."

"It was nice to hear from you, Lena. You too, Emily. Talk to you soon."

Lena hung up and smiled at Emily. "Let's see what Rory thinks about joining Overwatch."

"But we should probably wait until he's at least partially settled at home. Which should be in… Ten hours-ish?"

"Yeah, you're right. So about eight o'clock in the morning. At least we can get some rest."

-Line Break-

Rory landed in Dorado ten hours later. It was two forty-five in the morning when he got home. He opened the door to the bakery to see his aunt asleep on the couch, the fireplace glowing softly.

He smiled sadly, knowing she had been waiting for him to arrive all that time. He went to their spare bedding closet and grabbed a blanket, gently laying it over her.

He knew he wasn't going to be sleeping with how well he slept on the plane, so he went over to the computer and searched "Widowmaker."

'Nothing…' Rory thought. 'Nobody knows who she is or that she even exists.'

He then typed in "blue assassin Mondatta." Search results blew up on the screen, and he saw that people were already making up their own fake versions of the story.

'Typical,' he thought, sighing.

Next he searched "Jack Morrison." Lena hadn't been the first one to compare him to Jack. People always said he resembled him a bit, besides having his mother's eyes. Especially his need to help people in trouble, those who couldn't help themselves.

He looked at a picture of Morrison and then focused on his own reflection, staring back at him. They really did have a strange resemblance. Many people asked him if he was related to him, but he wasn't as far as he knew. Many even asked his mother if Jack was his father, but she'd always told them that his father had died before Rory was born.

He sighed before closing the search window and leaning back in his chair. He looked over and saw his aunt stirring. He stood and walked over, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Hey, Al."

She blearily looked at him and smiled. "Hey, Ror. When did you get back?"

"About a half hour ago. Didn't want to wake you."

"You didn't have to worry about that," she said, sitting up. Rory sat down beside her and she looked at him. "You okay, ¿Sobrino?"

"Yeah, I'm okay, Alex."

"Good." She smiled. "What was it like, meeting Tracer?"

He chuckled. "Interesting. She's funny, kind-"

"Cuuuute?" she asked, nudging his shoulder.

He rolled his eyes. "She has a girlfriend, Tía."

"Oh, wow," she said. "That's really great for her."

"I told her that. They're good together."

"That's nice. You sad that your childhood celebrity crush is taken?"

"No, Tía," he said, rolling his eyes.

The two laughed before Alex told him, "By the way, Ali is on her way to the Overwatch Museum in Numbani with Rosa. They left at about six o'clock. They'll arrive at around noon our time, six o'clock Numbani time. That's in the evening, by the way."

"Really? That sounds like fun."

"It should be," Alex agreed.

Rory was about to respond when his phone rang. He checked and saw that it was Lena. "It's Tracer," he told his aunt confusedly.

He answered the phone and put in on speaker. "Hello?"

"Rory, hey! Did you have a safe flight home?"

"Yeah, I'm here with my aunt. Phone's on speaker, by the way."

"Does she know about 'the thing'?"

"What thing, Rory?"

"Overwatch is getting back together," he told her quickly. "What's going on, Tracer?"

"So Winston and I are the only Overwatch agents ready to do anything right now, and we got an anonymous email saying Talon plans to attack the Overwatch Museum in Numbani-"

"Wait, the Museum?!" Rory asked, panicking. "Are you sure?!"

"Yeah, why? What's going on, Rory?"

"My cousin and her friend are on a plane there now, and are likely halfway there as we speak!"

"Oh… That's not good… Because if Talon knows we're there, they'll attack during the day when there are civilians there…"

"What do they want from there?" Rory asked.

"Akande Ogundimu's gauntlet."

Rory looked his aunt in the eye, seeing multiple emotions in them, fear being most prominent. "Tracer, what do you need me to do?"

"If you're willing to, Winston and I were hoping you'd come and help us. You aren't ready to face Reaper and Widowmaker together, but civilians are going to be in harm's way and we need to prevent them eying hurt. And if we need help with Reaper and Widow, it wouldn't hurt to have an extra person."

Rory hadn't moved his gaze from Alex's, silently arguing with her. Finally, her eyes turned sad and the fear increased as she looked away and nodded. "I'll do it," he said determinedly.

"That's great! Thanks, love! The airship we have can cut the flights at least in half, so message me a location and I'll meet you there in five hours max."

"Got it. I'll see you then." He hung up and stood. "I'm sorry, Alex, but I can't let Ali be there alone."

"I know, Sobrino… Just promise me you'll be careful."

"I will. I'll come back, I promise." He went into his bedroom and opened up his closet. He reached into his bag and grabbed his gun that he'd brought to King's Row (lucky for him, Sombra had taught him a couple tricks to get a weapon through airport security). He knew that Lena and Winston would likely give him another weapon, but he wanted his pistol with him. He grabbed his black hoodie and went back downstairs.

"Where's somewhere I can have them meet me where there're won't be many people?" Rory asked Alex.

"The abandoned warehouse a few blocks down would probably work," she said, her worry still clear in her voice.

Rory sighed and sat down next to his aunt, clasping her hands in his. "Alex, it's going to be okay. Ali and I will both come back home."

"I know you will," she said, trying to smile. "But I'm your aunt. I've taken care of you since you were nine years old. And as happy I am for you to finally be doing what you always dreamed of… I don't want you to go work with Overwatch and then… forget about us…"

"What?" he asked, scoffing slightly at the thought of it. "I could never forget about you two."

Alex looked down at her lap sadly. "That's what your father said…"

Rory looked at her confusedly. "What?"

Alex turned to look at him, her gaze sympathetic. "Your father didn't die before you were born, Rory… He left shortly after."

Rory just stared at her. Had he really just heard that? "Wh-what?"

"Your father left you and your mother to go fight in the Omnic Crisis. He was a good, faithful soldier. A little too much so. He was more married to his work than he was to your mother."

Rory's head was spinning as he tried to process what he was hearing. "W-wait… I-I-I…"

"I'm sorry, Rory…"

"So he just left…? Did they keep in touch at all?"

"She tried to keep in touch with him… but all his letters were short and he eventually sent one that… it hurt her a lot…"

"What did it say?" Rory asked, obviously trying to keep his anger in check.

"...I have it in the drawer of that desk… Go ahead and grab it…"

Rory stood and went to the desk, pulling the drawer open forcefully and digging through until he found a letter addressed 'Lena.'

He opened it and read through it slowly, taking in every word.

Lena,

Wow, his first steps, huh? Kid's growing up real fast.

Lena, I need to you stop sending me such long letters. And such frequent letters. I don't have time to be reading letters when I'm out on the front lines fighting a war. I'm sorry, but I have a duty to our country and our world to be focusing on protecting them, not on how much my wife misses me or how my kid is growing. I can focus on you two when I come home from this war. I hope you understand what I mean.

Speaking of the war. It's going well. I've been promoted to Strike Commander. They've even begun to erect a statue of me. Finally some recognition.

Anyway, I have to go. More battles to be fought and won.

Until I have time to write again,

Jack

Rory stood there, appalled. He looked at the name once more. "Jack…" he whispered. 'People always said I look like…' "Jack Morrison…"

Alex looked at him sadly. "Yes… Lena read it and cried for hours. Then when she stopped crying, she grabbed a piece of paper. He sent back a response on the same paper. It's in the desk as well."

He dug through the papers and found another. Addressed 'Lena C.'

First, he read what his mother said.

Fine. In fact, I think it's better that you don't come back at all, if we're such a distraction. If you don't want to be a part of our son's life, then you can just fuck off and leave us. Forget about us, just like you seem to want to, you glory-seeking son of a bitch!

And then Jack's response.

I'm sorry, Lena. My duty comes first. But if that's how you feel, then fine. I won't come back home. You never have to hear from me again.

Goodbye, Lena Carson.

Strike Commander Jack Morrison of Overwatch.

Rory had angry tears flowing down his cheeks as he finished reading. "That… that son of a bitch…"

"He showed up to her funeral. I saw him and made sure he kept away from you. And when the Swiss Overwatch base collapsed, killing him, I couldn't have been happier… Which I felt horrible for…"

"He… He deserved far worse than being crushed under a building…" Rory said, crumpling up the pieces of paper. He turned and threw them into the fire. He whirled around looking for something to hit. He saw his old baseball bat in the corner and grabbed it, going to the door. "I need to smash something," he said, not waiting for her to reply.

He left the bakery and walked into an alleyway. He wound up and swung the bat, denting a tin trash can and knocking it over. He spun around and smashed a bottle that was sitting on the dumpster and then hit the dumpster. Everything was a blur and all he could see was red.

He spun one more until he saw an Omnic standing at the end of the alleyway. Their body language told him how scared they were. He looked down at the bat and dropped in on the ground, looking back to the Omnic. "I'm sorry…" he said, just loudly enough for the Omnic to hear.

The Omnic ran back out of the alley, and Rory turned putting his back against the wall and sinking to the floor, angry tears flowing down his cheeks.

He heard loud footsteps and heard them come to a stop as they reached him, a hand being placed on his shoulder. He looked up to see a red, white, and blue jacket and a glowing red visor.

"What's wrong, kid? I heard noise and thought it was Los Muertos. I came and found you swinging a bat at garbage. What did that dumpster do to you, might I ask?"

Rory looked up at him, rage consuming his features. "That dumpster, nothing…"

"Family?"

Rory scoffed. "If you can even call him that."

"Abusive? Deserter?"

"Deserter… Because he wanted to be recognized as a hero and thought that took precedence over his family…"

76 was quiet for a moment. "Sounds like an arrogant bastard."

Rory scoffed. "I doubt he even knew that my mother died when he died."

"He's dead? I'll bet you wanna revive him and kill him again."

"You have no idea… Fucking 'Strike Commander Jack Morrison of Overwatch.' Son of a bitch…" Rory looked up at him. "You were in Overwatch. Did you know him?"

"Yeah… Everyone knew Jack. He always was arrogant. He never realized it. Not even when his wife, apparently your mother, told him she didn't want to see him again because he had been rude. And it was true, he was rude. Although he didn't know how rude until…"

"Until what?"

"Until he heard the news of Lena Carson dying in the Dorado attack by the Omnics."

Rory looked at him, angrily puzzled. "That's what it took to bring him to his senses? My mother dying was what finally snapped him out of it!"

"Yeah...He went to her funeral and came back even worse. Said your aunt prevented him from seeing you, and for good reason."

"Damn straight," Rory replied, his gaze sinking back to the concrete. "He…"

"He's not worth getting so worked up over. He was a glory-seeking bastard towards your mother and it took her death to realize it. When he died, Overwatch changed forever. And now they're gone."

"You know, you could rejoin. There's been a recall."

"What?"

"I'm getting picked up in a few hours to join a mission," Rory said, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. "You could join us and help."

76 just stared at him, his expression hidden by the visor. "That's a bad idea. My methods are a bit more unorthodox than Overwatch would care for."

"I figured. Thought I'd ask anyway." Rory stood. "You're right. He's not worth getting angry over. Thank you, 76."

"No problem, kid. Good luck out there."

"You too," Rory said, walking away from the man.

Soldier waited until he turned the corner and moved his hands to the sides of his visor, removing the mask. It moved to reveal an old, weary face, marred with scars. Sad eyes looked towards the end of the alley as he sighed. "I'm sorry, son…"

And there's chapter four! Heck yeah, guys! Seriously, I'm loving this story! And all of you are so nice!

Okay, so I got a comment just yesterday from a guest asking when my next update would be, so I'm gonna reiterate this quick: I have no set schedule. I'll update when chapters are ready to be posted. Until then, I'm gonna be balancing homework, family, writing, and playing video games :P. So I'm sorry the updates will be so sporadic, but it's kinda out of my control (unless I'm playing video games instead of writing, then it is lol).

I had a lot of fun writing this one. It's more of a filler chapter, besides Rory deciding to help Winston and Tracer and him finding out who his dad is.

I guess now he really is Dad 76, huh?

Obviously there were heavy implications of it littered throughout the chapter, and a couple hints at it in the last one, but tell me if you saw it coming before this chapter in the reviews! And no that's not a plug to be like GIVE ME REVIEWS! I'm genuinely curious as to how obvious I made it, cause that means I can improve on it for plot twists I have in mind for this story and others haha.

Anyway, that's enough talking for now :p. Have a good one, everybody!