I'll Cover You
It'd been a little over nine more weeks and the only other planned victims still alive were Pharah and Tracer.
Roadhog had repeatedly tried to convince Junkrat to abandon the compound, but he proceeded to insist that the two of them were fine. The girls, on the other hand, were scared shitless.
Jamison had found a way to sneak Stitch in and assigned him a secluded room that none of the four remaining team mates ever went by as it was the furthest from any emergency exits and was at the end of a hallway where the electricity for the lights didn't work, so it was dark. Stitch didn't seem to mind the dark and learned everyone's schedules quickly, knowing when he'd be able to sneak out and get food without getting caught by anyone except Junkrat.
On the rare occasion, Junkrat would us the excuse of "he's a friend" whenever one of the other three would find him. Thankfully, however, Stitch kept the hoodie Junkrat had given him on at all times when not in his room unless it was late at night. So, this excuse easily fooled everyone. Roadhog was against the idea of Junkrat having a friend over so much with everything that was going on and believing that his friend was an innocent bystander.
The compound was a lot quieter now. The four that remained here didn't really conversate much with the others. This, of course, excluded Junkrat and Stitch as well as Roadhog and Junkrat. However, the Junkers' relationship grew more distant as Jamison continued to keep Stitch's secret from him.
Jamie realized that though these past two months, he'd grown feelings for Stitch. Luckily for him, but not to his knowledge (yet), Stitch felt the same.
Tonight, October 10th, was day three of Stitch's targeting Pharah, meaning tonight she would be killed.
Jamison had wondered into Stitch's room late at night while this was happening, having something heavy on his mind. He needed to get this off of his chest.
So he waited for Stitch to come back to his room.
It had to have been around 3AM the next morning when Stitch entered his room to find Junkrat had fallen asleep in his bed. Smiling to himself at how cute the scene before him was, he walked over and regretfully shook him awake.
Jamison sat up, his mind fogging up densely before he regained his memory of his reason for coming here, "Stitch! I gotta tell ya somethin' important!"
Stitch crossed his arms and shifted his weight to one leg, "Is it the reason you're sleeping in my bed?"
"No! Well… Kinda… But no!" he stood up and smiled calmly at the shorter, paler male with a few blood stains on his torso. He, of course, ignored this, having become so accustomed to his comrades' blood being spilt by the boy before him.
"Well then what is it?" Stitch seemed confused now.
Jamie hugged him tight, being mindful of the bandages. This wasn't uncommon anymore as now Stitch would instinctively hug back, "Happy birthday~"
Stitch chuckled and buried his face into the crook of Junkrat's neck, "Thanks but it's not my birthday until 11 o'clock, silly~"
Jamie smiled and slowly pulled the hug looser, looking deeply into the green eyes before him, seeing how bright and vibrant the color was, even in the darkness, compared to the dullness they once were when they'd met two month ago, "I love your eyes, mate… The vibrant green really suits you… Much better than that dull, grayish-green they were when we met…"
This drew out a blush from Stitch, who tried- and failed- to tear his eyes away from the deep gaze Jamison had locked him in.
"Stitch… Mike… I didn't just come hereto be the first to wish you a happy birthday… I came to tell you something else…"
"What is it?"
"Through the past couple a months, I realized I love you. And… If- and only if- you feel the same, I'd like ta ask ya to be mine." Junkrat's voice was soft and genuine.
"You goofball…" Stitch giggled as Junkrat furrowed his eyebrows. He kissed him deeply and held him close before slowly pulling away and smiling at him, "I've been yours since that night on the town."
Jamison's smile grew bright as he peppered soft kisses all over Stitch's face, earning giggles from the pale boy.
"Jamie I gotta go get washed up. I'll be back okay?"
Jamison nodded and sat patiently on Stitch's bed.
~Timeskip to after Stitch gets clean~
He walked into the room to find Junkrat had already fallen back to sleep, so he climbed into the bed with him and cuddled him as he drifted to slumber himself.
~Timeskip to the morning~
Junkrat was the first to wake up, not liking what he woke up to in the slightest. Roadhog was standing over the side of the bed, towering over the two much shorter males, a disappointed look in his stance.
As the situation dawned itself upon him, he gently shook Stitch awake, who looked up at Mako with fear in his eyes.
"Pharah's dead and you're lying here with your 'friend' in bed far away from everyone else. Get your fuckin' ass out of bed." With this, he left the room angrily and slammed the door shut behind him, Tracer's terrified voice being heard down the hall.
The duo sat up and stretched, rubbing the sleep from their eyes as they got up and started out of the room, both concerned for their lives.
Stitch remembered he'd forgotten his hoodie and ran back to get it, "I'll catch up in a sec. Just go so he doesn't get anymore pissed off!"
"Alright love just hurry…"
Jamison turned a corner to face Roadhog blocking the way, Tracer nowhere in sight, but her crying being heard in the common room.
Roadhog spoke quiet enough for her not to hear, but loud enough for Junkrat to do so, "Why the hell didn't you tell me you've been hanging around the same criminal that's pretty much wiped out our whole team?"
"At first it was because he'd caught me alone and promised me if I kept it a secret, he wouldn't kill either of us!"
"'At first?' What is it now?"
"Well… Hehehe… You... You're gonna laugh at this one ol' chum. It's a real knee-slapper!"
Roadhog crossed his arms sternly.
"Well we um… Kinda… Sorta… Got together…? We're a um… A couple now…?"
Roadhog growled at him, "Our entire team has been killed except for Tracer and you hooked up with the murderer." He shook his head, "I thought you were bat shit before. But now… Oh, now I'm certain you're bonkers!"
Stitch walked up behind Junkrat now, staying behind him in fear of the large wall of flesh turning more hostile than he already was.
Junkrat noted Stitch's presence and tried to think of something to say.
"So, if it's us you wanna kill, small fry then go ahead and fuckin' try! C'mon! I'm ready for you!"
Tracer had heard Roadhog's voice escalating and came to investigate, "W-what's. g-going on…?"
"Oh nothing. Just our team mate here has welcomed a murderer into out compound and has even started dating it!" Roadhog's voice was spoken out in a mocking tone.
Tracer gasped and backed away slowly, "N-no… N-not Junkrat! H-he's stupid b-but he's n-not that idiotic!"
Junkrat growled at Roadhog, a sinister, manic grin finding its way onto his face, "I'm sorry mate… But did you just call my boy here… an… 'It?'"
Stitch blushed slightly at how protective Junkrat was being.
"Well that's exactly what it is! Obviously it ain't a woman. Women are like Tracer here; compassionate, intelligent, caring, don't try to kill off entire facilities! And it ain't a man either. Men don't hide behind loved ones or ask someone to cover their tracks and trick everyone that ever dared to call the person a friend! It is a murderer! And it doesn't belong anywhere near this building!" Roadhog knew what he was doing, and kept it up.
Tracer could see the pain in Stitch's eyes and felt horrible, speaking quietly and calmly, "Mako… I think that's enough…"
"Can it, Tracer. It deserves it," Hog retorted.
Junkrat was twitching and shaking madly, the flames in his hair seeming to grow wild, "He has been put through so much! He had been livin' on the streets by 'imself for the past nine years! 'Is family was killed by those damn Omnics that this entire facility was goin' to join up with! He's been abused 'n' hurt 'n' tortured in ways that would even make you want to fuckin' die! He was born in the wrong body 'n' has hurt himself to try 'n' fix that! He's had mental illnesses that he's had to live with 'n' learn to cope with all 'is life! And did anybody help 'im!? No! Not 'til I came by! I was gonna blow up 'is ass before 'e offered me that deal! I made the deal ta protect you, Mako! But clearly you weren't worth that! After spendin' two months workin' with 'im, I've learned so much about how valuable life is 'n' how much I'd want nothin' more than ta spend mine with 'im! Ye, okay, he's taken out almost out entire team! Could you do that!? He shouldn't feel the need to hide behind me! But he didn't bother stalkin' you to find your weaknesses cuz he make a deal to not kill you! But I know how to hurt you! If it hadn't been because a me, you'd've been dead long by now with the other tanks! But you're still here! Tryin' ta make him feel like the shit that you are!"
Tracer's eyes were wide, astonished at how defensive Junkrat was. Stitch looked at Junkrat confused, not understanding why he was doing this to the one person he wanted to be kept alive.
"Report us to the police if ya want. But we're leaving. Now," with this, Junkrat took Stitch by the hand and stormed to Stitch's room, "Get your things together. We're leaving."
Stitch obeyed and quickly got everything together, clearly seeing Jamison's anger and not wanting to make it any worse.
After getting all of his things together, he walked over to Junkrat and looked into his eyes deeply, seeing a shield of anger, but knowing that directly behind it was sadness and confusion. Tears swelled the shorter male's eyes as he kissed him deeply, receiving the kiss back with a deep passion before he broke the embrace, "Thank you…"
Jamison took a deep breath before smiling softly and hugging him, nuzzling his face into the crook of the pale man's neck, "Anythin' for you, love."
The two made their way to Jamison's room to get his things before they started out, hearing sirens in the distance and hastily making their way to Stitch's place in the alleyways, getting their disguises on.
"Its gonna be a lot more different now, huh?" Stitch spoke calmly.
"Yeah… Mako probably won't ever forgive me. But that's alright. 'Long as I got you, I'll be fine." Junkrat smiled at him happily.
With that, the two pulled their hoods up and made their way out of the country to try and find a new place to start over and maybe lead a more normal life, though neither man was in any way "normal."
