Title: Against the rules

Chapter 03: The want for a widow's kiss

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Tracer's POV

My lungs won't accept the air my body is trying so hard to suck in. My body is pressed against the cold of the concrete roof as my heart almost breaks bones with how hard it is beating.

I can't…

I can't get lost again…

These thoughts only made my breathing become even more struggled as my head demands for release. I don't want to get lost in time again.

People will never find me. I'll be lost for the rest of time, popping in and out of timelines. My hope flickering out as my partials do.

I can't get lost again.

I pull my knees under me first, pressing my forehead to the concrete. I need to move. I need to check the damage on the anchor. One hand on the floor and the other to my throbbing head as I push my head up with my arm.

Glancing down, I look at the white device strapped to my chest. The blue light flickering in and out as it gets to comprehend the damage it has taken. Small jolts of electricity comes from the blue core to its white outer casing as it has obviously been damaged.

My harness is slowly losing its battle and if I don't move soon I'll get trapped in time forever. I can't get stuck in time again, who knows how long I'll be trapped for if someone does find me.

And how would Widowmaker feel if I got lost? I would like to see her again. I don't want to be stuck away from her. Why do I want to see her again? She did this.

It couldn't be on purpose, surely. She wouldn't intentionally hurt me. She wouldn't spare my life for so long just to let me suffer like this. Does she care?

Maybe she didn't know. Maybe the blue skinned woman didn't know the consequences of damaging my equipment. Maybe she just wanted me to stay down long enough for her to escape?

All of these questions aren't doing me any good. They are just confusing me further.

I reach down with the hand I'm not using to support me to hit my emergency comms button. The line not dialling once before the familiar grunt of Winston could be heard.

"Tracer? What's wrong?" His caring side showing through instantly as he is one of my closest friends.

"My harness… it's heavily damaged… I don't know how long it'll last and I can't make it to a safe house." Fatigue heavy in my tone as I speak down the mic to him.

I hear rapid tapping on a keyboard before he replies. "Don't worry. Help is on the way. You'll be okay Lena." He used my first name rather than my code name. His soft voice reassuring me that everything will be okay.

I nod besides the fact that he couldn't see me before the line dies out. I helplessly flop to the floor, trying not to damage the harness further before curling up on my side.

I saw the look in Widowmaker's eyes as I screamed at her. She looked truly sorry. Only achieving to confuse me further. Is she playing me? Or is there a person under the veil of the monster?

/.\

My thighs straddled her waist and my butt hit her stomach with all of my weight which surprised me that she looked completely unfazed by it.

She is made up of pure muscle as I almost glared down at her. Her jaw and cheekbones perfect for her sharp eyes and perfect nose.

Her eyes were looking up at me, pure longing in them as her soft lips contorted into a slight smile. Her pitch black hair (in this lighting) pulled back into a ponytail that could only look drop dead sexy on her. The length of the hair surprising at the very least.

Her lips, fuck, her lips. They looked firm but soft, kissable at the very least. Their blue hue only working to entice me to plant my own lips to hers.

Her neck and shoulders making her look all the more hot as I wish to lick down the ridge of it, along her collarbone and down the deep V of her suit.

Her breasts the perfect size to fondle as they move up and down slowly in turn with her breathing.

Every part of my being wants to ravish the woman I'm currently sat on.

Her hand shoots to the collar of my jacket, pulling my upper body down towards her. Her cool, long fingers grazing where my neck meets my collar as she grips my flying jacket.

"Chérie" she purrs in her thick french accent as she lifts her head closer to my own. Not missing a beat I lower my own head to let our lips meet.

Just as I felt her cool breath on my slightly parted mouth the vision goes dark. And I'm all alone.

/.\

I groan as my eyes open to a bright white room. I would much prefer to keep on dreaming about what I was than look into this insanely clean room.

The room must've been 3x3 and it held the bed I laid on, a bedside table and a doorless closet where a clean set of clothes hang. On the bedside table, I notice the blue pulse of my anchor.

It was just the main anchor and not the harness. Winston must be fixing that right now. I pull my legs close to my body and snuggle into the thin sheets of the hospital bed.

Winston will come when the harness is finished. But until then, I can think of the blue beauty in my dreams.

Before my imagination can go too far the door opens. Damn that was fast of Winston. I sit up to greet the big guy but it wasn't a huge ape that walked through the door.

A tall blond woman with her hair tied back and a doctor's coat walked in, her black heels clicking loudly.

"Mercy. I wasn't expecting you." I said as I leaned on the headboard of the white hospital bed.

"Apologies for not being your expectation. Winston is still fixing your harness from last night. You took quite a hit and he was worried for your safety so he called me to assist." She said, completely formal and professional during her explanation.

She stepped up to the bed and pulled out a medical file and looked over it, jogging her memory of what happened.

"Well, I feel great so I apologize for dragging you from Switzerland to deal with nothing." I replied, placing my hands behind my head to emphasise my great condition.

Mercy laughs a little before patting my, flatter than usual, brown hair. "You feel 'great' now because I fixed your wounds young one. I swear your youth will get you in trouble one day."

I furrow my brow and look down at my body. I wasn't hurt, was I?

"It must have been the rush from battle that has caused you not to feel any of them. You had several broken ribs and your vital checker on your harness shows you had a panic attack." She said simply, pulling a chair next to the bed and taking a seat.

"Oh. Thanks then. I guess I'd feel like shit if you didn't help me out." I replied, suddenly grateful for Mercy coming all the way from Switzerland.

"It's my job Tracer. So, do you want to talk about why you had a panic attack? Or should I keep guessing?" Mercy said almost humourous.

"Well, knowing that my harness broke, I think the educated guess would be that I was scared of disappearing again. I'm not too fond of those times of my life." I said sarcastically, not fully intending on using the tone but my anger flared at her stupidity. It literally says that on my file which she read a moment ago.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asks, unfazed by my reaction. And looking at me with that professional look. It drove me crazy when doctors do this. It's so patronising.

"What is there to talk about? I got scared, so what?" I snap at her. To be fair, I don't want to revisit that time in my life. I just want to move on.

"I'll take that as a No then. Is there anything else you want while I'm here?" She asks. Still unchanged from the moment she sat down.

Did I want anything else?

Widowmaker's face comes to mind and I wonder if Mercy knows anything about her. I look at the doctor and see her completely glued to me. If she was looking so diligently then she must have seen my face when I thought about Widowmaker.

I might as well ask, she'll just bug me about it if I don't.

"Do you know anything about Widowmaker?" I ask, playing with the hem of the bed sheets. For a moment I didn't hear anything, making me wonder if she doesn't but before I could call it off she starts to speak.

"Yes… she used to be a person before Talon changed her into the monster she is." Mercy almost growls, showing her passion for the situation. Before I could speak she carried on.

"She was married to a well known soldier of Overwatch. Gérard Lacroix. Her own name was Amélie Lacroix. It was common news that Talon wanted to kill Gérard, they tried so many times that they needed a new tactic. They kidnapped Amélie and brainwashed her, reprogramming her like a machine to kill Gérard. When she got home. She acted normal, like nothing ever happened.

But in the middle of the night, as Gérard was sleeping. She grabbed a knife and slit his throat. Talon was happy and they took her back and created the perfect killing machine out of her. God knows what they do to her but she's not Amélie anymore. She's not even a person." As Mercy finishes, I sit there in shock. How could anyone do that to an innocent woman that was minding their own business.

Does Talon have no honour? But to be honest, I don't completely agree with Mercy. I know that there is still a person inside that shell of a woman. I saw it.

She may not be Amélie any more, but she's still a person. I don't protest verbally though. It seems as though Mercy has made up her mind about Widowmaker and it won't change anytime soon.

"Alright. You need to rest. Your harness should be fixed soon." Mercy says, standing up and tucking me in as I lay down. I'm not complaining to that idea.

Mercy moves towards the door as I curl up in the bed. She looks back for a moment, about to say something but she seems to go against it as she just nods and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Widowmaker may be the bad guy, but a part of me wants to help her, I know she's not as heartless as Mercy makes her out to be. I looked right into her eyes last night and saw a person. It may have been a broken person.

But I'm sure I can fix it.

/.\

The next time I wake, I don't regret it. My body is starting to hurt from being in the same place for too long and the clattering of tools brings my attention to Winston playing around with a new looking harness and the anchor.

I sit up eagerly and the big ape jumps slightly at my sudden movements. He laughs slightly as he carries on.

"Only you can be this energetic after waking up Lena." He says in his deep caring voice. His golden eyes looking at me like he would his own child making my chest flutter with all of the affection I get from him.

I jump off of the bed and stretch out all of my limbs and crack anything that hasn't been used for too long. I yawn slightly and move towards the doorless closet with my extra clothes inside.

"Do you want to stay to test the new harness or will you figure it out as you go?" Winston asks as he works tinkering with the device.

"Come on Winston, you already know that answer." I say like it's obvious and start to remove my clothes, knowing that the big ape won't turn around while I'm doing this and that he is way too interested in the harness at this point.

"I put some more armour on your harness and protection inside to prevent all of the electronic components from frying again." He says as he continues to work and I start pulling on the identical outfit as before, orange trousers and a white t-shirt. I don't have many jackets so I usually stick to the same one until it definitely needs washing.

"Thanks big guy. You know I appreciate everything you do for me." I reply pulling on my shoes that help during blinking and stuff like that. The heavy duty metal shoes help a lot and prevent the need to buy new shoes every time I blink.

I move next to him and look at the finished product. It's overall a lot less bulky, but it looks the same as before. I look at my arm protectors/ gun holsters to see that they are the same but with a new outer protection to match my harness.

"Can I leave right away then? I have some stuff to do." I ask as I grab my brown jacket that looks like it has been washed while I was unconscious.

"If you're confident enough." He quickly says back as I pull on my jacket and zip it up. His huge body lifted itself up as I finish pulling my jacket on. He holds out the harness to me and I take it in my hands.

"Whoa… that's so much lighter than what it was before." I say as I start pulling it on as Winston grabs my arm protectors.

"New alloy I've been working on. It should protect you better than the old one. It's also got a faster recharge time and I'll give you a battery boost for it that'll recharge it instantly if you need it." He says like a little boy in a sweet shop.

"Awe, thanks Love." I say as I pull on the arm protectors which are also a lot more lighter. He also hands me a belt that wraps around my waist and another strap that wraps around my upper thigh with a hand sized bag on it that must hold the new battery.

"You just need to put it in the slot on the front of your harness and it should do the rest." He says as he shows me where a small hatch is just under my blue anchor orb.

I pull on the belt and look in the mirror at my new equipment.

"Would you look at that. I look right hot now don't I love?" I say, admiring how the improved gear makes me look. I hear him snort in laughter as he makes his way towards the door.

"If you need anything Lena, feel free to contact me." He says as he starts to leave.

"No problem big guy. You're my number one contact." I reply as I watch his large body leave the room and walk down the corridor towards his lab.

I pick up my phone from the bedside table and search for Amélie Lacroix in the Overwatch system.

I will help the woman with blue skin.

Even though it's against the rules.