"So what do you guys think?"

The room fell silent. Winston's question remained unanswered. Mercy was escorting Sombra around the compound while the rest of Overwatch, or at least those not on a mission, discussed their next course of action.

A man in a cowboy hat stepped forward. "If no one else has got anything to say, the I'll open this can o' worms. She should be put in prison."

"What?! That's ridiculous, McCree!" Tracer shouted from across the room. "Didn't you listen to anything she said? She needs help!"

"Then she should have found it. She's not powerless. She can make her own choices." McCree responded. "I don't care how tragic her backstory is. She can't go around and murder people and then avoid all responsibility."

Winston furrowed his brow. "McCree, you did a lot of terrible things before joining Overwatch. You did a lot of bad things in Overwatch. Of all people, I would have thought you would empathise with Sombra."

"Exactly." McCree countered. "And that's why I'm the best qualified to say when it's the world's fault and when it's her fault. She could've backstabbed Talon at any time. She could've ran away at any time. But she chose not to."

"I believe the phrase is most qualified." A woman in a hood stepped forward. "But then again, English isn't my first language."

"Ana, this is important. Don't barge in just to correct someone's grammar." Another woman in armor across the room butted in.

Ana turned her head. "I have a point, Pharah, my dear." She turned back to McCree. "Prison isn't a good idea. She outsmarted Talon, a prison couldn't hold her."

"So we keep her here, then." McCree countered.

"Waste of rescources." A man, silent up to this point, quickly interjected. Most of his face was covered by a visor, and what was visible was scarred and wrinkled. "We'll have to keep at least one person here just to watch her, and that's if they pull an all nighter. We'll probably need at least two, plus Winston or Torbjorn to keep all the automatic defenses running." He finally turned to the rest of the crowd. "We're stetched thin as it is. We don't have the manpower to babysit her."

"So let's give her a chance!" Tracer exclaimed. "If she turns out to be allright, she would be a huge asset. We wouldn't have to worry about her causing trouble."

McCree snickered. "We wouldn't have to worry about her causing trouble if we pit a bullet through her head, either." The room fell silent.

"Is that in then?" The woman in armor, Pharah, spoke up. "We either kill her or take her in?" Heads looked down, and feet shuflled awkwardly. No one dared to speak. Suddenly, a thought struck Pharah. "Zenyatta?" She called out. "You've been here the entire time, and haven't said a word. Obviously, you must at least be thinking about it. What do you make of all this?"

All heads in the room turned to the omnic. Zenyatta's head remained lurched over, staring at the floor. The sound of electricity buzzing through his circuits was accutely audible throughout the room. The whiring continued for solid minute, then stopped as his head snapped up and he prepared to speak. "McCree does have a point. This woman is clearly competent. She chose to leave Talon when she did."

"See!" McCree yelled, only to be silenced by the omnic's hand.

"The fact remains that there are very important factors that we still remain ignorant to." Zenyatta lowered his hand. "The mission she was involved in centered around a new type of technology, technology that information leads us to believe was a weapon. A weapon that she destroyed. We know Sombra had arranged for this technology to be transported to the base. This was obviously a very complicated plan to a very complex goal. We need to know what her ends were. Only the can we judge her character."

"So that is it, then." McCree said. "We need to talk to her."

"And these are the barracks."

Sombra looked down the hallway. Doors lined the hallway, each about six yards away from the next. Sombra could see about thirty doors before the hallway turned to the left, fifteen on each side. Mercy had been showing Sombra around the Watchpoint for the last half hour. Despite her best efforts, Sombra couldn't helped but be bored out of her mind. She swore, this woman could give a lecture on the correct way to brush one's teeth. She probably already had. She was trying to appreciate what she was doing for her. She had let her out of her cell, andwas trying to entertain her. Sombra only wished she was good at it.

"This is where my girlfriend, Pharah, they call her, this is where she and I sleep." Mercy said. Sombra couldn't help but smirk at that. Somehow, there were still a lot of homophobic people in her hometown, and meeting other gay people made her feel like she was somehow spiting them.

"Shame to know you're taken." Sombra replied cheekily. Mercy just rolled her eyes.

"I'll take that as a compliment." Mercy turned back to her room. "Anyway, Winston and I used to share this room, we're both scientists you see, but he liked to spend more of his time in the lab. He's always been a bit of a lowner. Anyway, he had basically moved out of the room anyway, and after we got together, well, it just made sense."

Mercy turned back to Sombra, and waited for a response. "Oh sorry, was I supposed to give a shit?" Sombra smirked. Mercy frowned.

"You know, we're taking a big chance here. You could be trying to backstab us. You should try to be a little more grateful." Sombra frowned. She felt a small pang of guilt in her gut. She would normally ignore it, she had gotten very good at it over the years, but she had decided she liked these people. They had given her a chance, and she wanted to give them a chance. Chances like that were the only reason she was still here.

"I'm sorry." Sombra said. Mercy looked at her, expectantly. Sombra turned around, and continued. "I know you're trying, I know you're taking a chance with this, it's just, this isn't exactly where I was planning to be today."

Mercy smirked. "Where did you think you were going to be today?" The two woman stared each other down. The question seemed like a challenge, but Mercy's playful smile let Sombra knew she wasn't expecting an answer. It was just a jab at her, she was toying with her. Sombra smirked. Sombra was starting to like this Mercy more. It really was a shame she was taken.

A loud beep interrupted their mock confrontation. Mercy reached into her pocket and pulled out some sort of what looked like a cellphone, except much blockier and with a small, button operated keyboard. Sombra guessed it was some sort of PDA designed to stand adverse conditions. "Yes, she's right here..." Mercy began to talk into the communicator. "No she hasn't tried anything... Yes, I can do that... We'll be there shortly." She closed the communicator, and turned to Sombra.

Sombra raised her eyebrow. "What was that?"

"They want to talk to you. They want to know what you plan was."

Sombra drummed her fingers on the table nervously. Every eye in the room was on her. She could hardly make out the faces of everyone in the room due to how dark it was. Why were interregation rooms always so dark? She waited for someone to speak up.

"So what, are we just going to stand around and look menacing forever?" Tracer said with a laugh, trying to cut through the tension.

The cowboy stood up and slammed his fists on the table. "Dammit, Tracer! We're trying to be serious here!"

"More like overdramatic, McCree. Trying to make us look like the villians in some gangster movie. Why you'd have us shut off the lights anyway?" Tracer retorted.

"It works!" McCree yelled, throwing his hands up. The rest of the room burt out laughing. McCree himself couldn't help but let out a chuckle. "Well, there's no point in trying to be intimidating anymore." He walked over and turned on the lights.

After the laughter had settled, Sombra decided to speak up. "Why is it that you called us in here? You wanted to know something, right?" The tension immediatley flooded back into the room. Even Tracer's permanently bright face darkened.

"We want to know what your plan was." Zenyatta's voice rang out, in the unmistakable way of an intercom over a school building. It was only remarkable in this scenario due to how unlike the way it came off as was from how it should. Instead of feeling like dagger cutting into her persona, it felt almost, reassuring. "You did have one, correct?"

"Yes." Sombra replied swiftly,"I did. Thanks for screwing it up." Sombra could feel McCree's distasteful comment coming.

"Why you-" McCre began, before being cut off.

"Lesbian peice of shit? Waste of perfectly good oxygen? Bomb throwing anarchist? I've got more." Sombra playfully interrupted. She was determined to stand her ground in the conversation. Having control of the converation gave her more power. She still needed to feel powerful.

McCree slammed his fist on the table. "God dammit!" He began to yell, but was yet again interrupted.

This time it was Ana who interjected. "Please, you two. This won't get us anywhere. Sombra, we do want to help you. This insubordination only makes it more difficult. We can't reach an understanding if you keep trying to fight us." She turned to her fellow teammate. "McCree, pleae stop antagonizing her. She has a lot of reasons to distrust us, don't give her more." The room fell into an uncomfortable silence. Sombra felt at least somewhat guilty about the whole thing. "Sombra, continue." Sombra didn't like being ordred, but didn't ant to make a scene right after being called out.

"Where do you want me to start?" Sombra turned to the woman in the corner. "As you can imagine, it is a long ass story."

Ana cocked her head to the side, and considered. After a short moment, she responded. "How aboaut you go ahead and tell us wht th entire attack was about in th first place. What was that thinf you were talking about? The 'MEMP'?"

"Oh, that old thing? Just a brand new weapon of mass detruction is all." Sombra replied as a joke.

"Really? How destructive is it? Surely it can't be that much worse than a nuclear bomb?" This time the old man responded. Mercy had introduced them when they entered, Sombra thought he was called soldier something or other. Soldier 76, yeah, that was right.

"Oh, I would say it is. Not in the way you think so, though." Sombra waited for their looks of confusion. "It would hav the same sort of effect, but its not nucluer. It electrical. It stands for Mass Electrical Malfunction Pulse. It infects all machinery complex enough and shurts them down. Sometimes they shutoff, sometimes they go haywire, sometimes they might even go boom. The Russians designed it to deal with-"

"Omnics." Zenyatta interrupted. All eyes turned to him. "Am I correct?" Sombra nodded. Zenyatta looked down. "People always hate what they cannot understand. They put othrs down so they themselves seem higher. Tribalism is a cure humanity has always had to bear. This time circumstances have given new oppurtunities for cruelty."

"Yeah." Sombra replied to just to fill the space. It was hard to follow such words, especially when they came from such an ernest place. "Just couldn't miss the opportunity to show how wise and mystical you are, huh monk?" Everyone laughed. No one wanted to hold on to the tension in the air. Sombra sighed. "Anyway, the US found it and started to study it. They figured out hat it was, and then began working on a way to counter it. And then," She pausd for effect, "to replicate it. They were willing to kill the omnics too, just to become even more powerful."

McCree spoke up after Sombr finished. "Wait, Tracer said Raper said you had planned for the Americans to find the thing, right?" Sombra nodded. McCree furroed his brow, trying to understand.

Suddenly, a Winston's voice rang out. "That was your plan! You were counting on them trying to replicate the device so you could make them look bad by releasing those files!" Sombra smirked, it felt good to hear hi amazement at her plan. The rest of the people int the room, however, seemed confued. Oh, right, they don't know about the files.

"I downloaded some file at thebase. They detailed the origin of the weapon and the US's plan to copy it. I planned to release them after word of the attack was spread by the media." Sombra explained.

"To what end?" Pharah asked. Sombra had remembered her name due to her conversation with Mercy. She thought they made a cute couple. "What was your plan afterward?"

Sombr started to chuckle. This was the part of the plan she really liked. "I planned to release them with a video I made. I would claim that this attack was administered by a new group of, well, terrorists that I lead in order to preserve Omnic life. To stand up to the governments that don't care about the lives of their own people" She stood up, excited by her own genuis. "Think about it. Tensions in both countrie are rising now. SO many people in both countries are pissed becaue of how much bullshit their governments have pulled. Russia's on the brink of civil war, and people are growing more retles in the US by the day. WIth this information out, along with the message I made, people would rebel. I would find ome recruit round the world, then start attacking the US nd Russia. The current Russian government would most likely fall if a civil war broke out, and the US would have to finally reinvent its ways. The two biggest superpowers in the world, the countries responsible for the world being as screwed up as it is would have to change. I could finlly fix the world!" Sombra finished.

She stared around the world. Looks of disbelief and shock painted the faces ov Overwtch's crewmembers. Once the magnitude of her plan settled in, Tracer spoke up. "Sombra, do you have any idea how many lives would be lost if you started a war with the world leaders?" She looked at Sombra sorrowfully, almost as if she was, disappointed in her.

"Do YOU have any idea how many I could save?! The US and Russia are starving other countries, and the people are to complacent or scared to do anything about it. My plan fixes both problems." Sombra responded.

Zenyatta was the next to chllenge her. "You cannot fight hate with more hate. Only understanding can erase hate. Every hand your actions would raise in the name of your cause, another would be raised in favor of oppression."

"Oh, please," Sombra spat back. "People aren't stupid enough to think that these weapons are okay! No one would side with the fascist assholes abusing them if I called them to strike back."

"Yes, they would." McCree said. "People are a lot dumber than you think. A lot of people would say setting these things off all over the world would end the problem by getting rid of all the omnics. People are complete morons when it comes to recognizing that they're wrong." He chuckled to himself. "I figured someone as arrogant as you would know how dumb people are."

Sombra sat down with a huff. She was starting to get a little worked up. "Okay, so maybe there would a few people siding with the govenment would get pissy. But this could still work! People would be finlly be called to action, things would finally get better!"

This time, Pharah spoke up."Even then, innocent lives would be lost. It's unjust to put the innocent at risk to cause change."

Sombra slammed her hand on the table. "Innocent lives are already being lost! People are having riots against omnics! The Russian government is helping them! I can't let that continue! I'm going to do something, DAMMIT!" Sombra stopped to catch her breath. She hadn't realized how loudly she had said that. She had almost been screaming. She could feel the others staring at her. It suddenly made her want to leave the room. Not that she could. She was trapped.

That thought scared Sombra. For the first time during her capture, Sombra felt fear. These people had no problem killing others. They wanted to protect the innocent, sure, but they still killed the guilty people. People like her. She started to breath heavily. She tried to stop herself, and succeeded, to a degree. Not here. Anywhere else, but not here.

"Fine. Fine. Go ahead, sit on your asses and do nothing. Go on with your lives, but I won't. Even if you try to kill me, I won't sit here and do nothing. I'm going to help all those people, dammit. People are being hurt everyday in the name of peace. I won't let them be hurt by uncaring assholes the way I was." Sombra heard a tear splatter agaisnt the floor. Shit, how long had she been crying? She must have looked so weak, god she wanted to hide. She knew she couldn't though, which made it so much worse.

Sombra sat down, and tried to calm herself down. The crew of Overwatch must have dicided to lay off and give her space, because most of them turned away and shrunk back. She did everything she had taught herself to do, but none of it worked. She was hurt in a way she hadn't been in a long time. These people had questioned her morals. No one at Talon had ever asked her something like that. All they cared about is that she was good at her job. Maybe they were right. Maybe she had just assumed that she was right because Talon was wrong. Maybe she was a bad person. She was trying to help people, she knew that. But Pharah was right. Innocent people were being hurt by her actions. She had killed so many people, but it was all for a reason right?

Then, she thought of her brother. He was killed to further a cause. Those people were powerhugry, sure, but maybe they thought that that was what was best for their families. Maybe she was hurting people the exact way she had been hurt.

At that thought, Sombra collapsed in on herself. She covered her face with her hands. All the repressed guilt she had ben stowing way for years flooded into her. God, she was an awful person. Why had she ever thought otherwise? Her sobs grew louder. She started to hiccup and cry and sob. God, she was so weak. She was pathetic. She was a terrible, awful waste of space and the world would be better off without her.

"I'm such a peice of shit. I killed so many people, and I-I never even felt sorry about it." She said under her breath. It had been much louder than she had wanted it to be. Noises filled the room as people shuffled their feet uncomfortably She badgered herself for that to, just one more straw on the pile of everything she had screwed up.

"No you're not." A kind voice said to her, as softly as it could. It was Tracer. "We all had to do hard things. You had a rough life. You were surrounded by people who were either selfish of had given up. But you know what?" Sombra looked up at the other woman. She couldn't imagine how pathetic she must have looked. "You never did. You still tried to help people, no matter how hard it got. And that means, that in at least some way, your a good person." Tracer hugged her, and Sombra couldn't help but cry into her shoulder.

"I agree." Zenyatta's voice said from across the room. "Considering your adverse conditions, you empathy for others is admirable." The room filled with murmurs of agreement, and Sombra felt a wave of embarresment. She didn't deserve this. She hugged Tracer more tightly, and felt the other woman start to run her fingers through her hair.

They sat their like that until Somra's sobs stifled. Tracer retracted from their embrace, and Soldier 76 stood up to speak. "All right," he began, "Mercy, please take Sombra out into the hall again. We all need to discuss what to do." Mercy stood up, walked to and opened the door, and beckoned to Sombra with a wave of her hand. Sombra stood up, and walked out.

"Goodbye, luv!" Tracer's cheery voice called out to her, and Sombra couldn't help but smile.

She and Mercy sat in the hall in silence for a good while. Only once had the blonde woman tried to start a conversation, and she had immediately stopped once Sombra didn't respond. Sombra was thankful for that. She didn't want to talk right now, she was to embaressed. After all her bitching and complaining, the fact that they would be there for her like that, it made her feel, small. She was still glad for it, though. They had really helped her.

Eventually, the door opened. Sombra and Mercy instinctively stood up. Ana spoke up. "We've made a decision. Sombra, we would be very glad if you would be the newest member of Overwatch."

Sombra was surprised. She had expected to be left at the Watchpoint, or relocated into a small village, or something but not this. "Really? I thought, wouldn't it be better to just leave me here in the cell?"

Soldier 76 shook his head. "Waste of rescources. This way, we can watch you and get something out of it."

"Not only that, but we think you deserve a chance." Ana added.

Sombra sat there in silence for a few seconds. Eventually, the ever imaptient Tracer couldn't wait any longer. "Well, come on then! What do you think?"

Sombra chuckled. "It's not like I really have much of a choice here, huh?

"So you'll join?" Tracer asked. Sombra nodded, and Tracer jumped up with joy. "Oh, I just knew you would!" She ran over and hugged the other woman, making Sombra blush. Just a bit.

Everyone clapped and aplauded, and a small celebration started. Eventually, Sombra struck up a conversation with Pharah. They were talking about Egyptian culture, which lead to them talking about religion being used to control people, which lead to them talking about oppression and governments. Before they could move on to the next talking point (Civil Disobediance), Tracer interupted them.

"I almost forgot, luv! How'd you like my cooking?" Tracer asked.

"You're cooking?" Sombra questioned, dumbfounded. "Oh! The pancakes you left me. I-uh, I dind't eat them."

"What! Well, you must be starving by now!" Tracer responded. Sombra nodded again. It was true, she hadn't noticed until no but she was very hungry. "Well that's just not right! Wait, here, I'l,l go get my wallet and we'll go get you some food! Oh! I know a great resteraunt near here, we'll go together, and you'll get fed and see the town! It'll be great! Just wait here, I'll be right back!" WIth that, Tracer ran back to the barracks and Sombra was left completely dumbfounded.

"What... just happened?"

"Well," Pharah said, "I think you just got a date."

Author's Note: Finally got all this typed up. Was going to have Sombra and Tracer's "Date" be part of this chapter, buit it's already really long. Anyway, some people brought up some continuity points in the reviews, and while I appreciate it, I nwould like to inform you that I'm going to ignore them. Very little of Overwatch's story is easily accesible, so I don't ant to go hunting for details, and then change the story when flaws show up. If the details make this fic better, then I'll ad them in. Otherwise, I'll probably ignore them. Such as the existance of Emily, Tracer's girlfriend. I'm just going to pretend that she doesn't exist in this fic. Anyway, thanks for reading!