Okay, this is absurdly short, and I apologize, but I just needed to write this after seeing this beautiful fanart on tumblr. I can't link it here but I will PM it to you if you so wish. Part 2 will be coming soon when I have more time

Amélie Lacroix leapt from the building as the bomb detonated. Heat washed over her, pushing her downward, threatening to send the agent into a violent spiral but with the grace of a dancer she caught herself at the last moment and rolled into safety.

Her comms were exploding with a cacophony of gunfire, explosions and yelling. All of them were yammering about a particular agent, someone too fast to see, before they yelp and gurgle as they choke on their blood.

Amélie cursed as she reflexively reloaded her rifle. She hadn't expected her to be here tonight, she was sloppy. Now she will cost the lives of a few good men and women for her inconsideration. Amélie activated her tactical visor and scanned the rooftops.

The London skyline was beautiful at the break of dawn, dotted with lines from new Omnic-built skyscrapers. Even the newly cleaned River Thames glittered beautifully in the light. Her visor wasn't coming up with anything, not that it mattered all things considered.

Amélie needed to reconverge with her group, perhaps Soldier 76 managed to defend the rendezvous point-

"Psst, whatcha looking at?"

Amélie jumped away but Tracer was too fast. She blinked behind Amélie, giggling like a madwoman, and fired at her. Twisting in mid-air, Amélie quickly rolled to the ground and came up with sprinting, switching her rifle into automatic and sprayed at her blinking target.

Tracer giggled, blinking in and out of existence so that her laughter carried everywhere, like a Siren. Amélie touched her earpiece. "Converge on my location," she spoke into her mic. "Tracer is here, I require assistance!"

Tracer must've heard that because her giggling immediately stopped. She blinked in front of Amélie and kicked her gun away. Amélie spun, kicking at Tracer's head, but she blinked forward and shoved Amélie, hard.

Amélie fell to the ground and Tracer placed a foot on her chest, aiming her pistols at her face and laughed derisively. "Aw, the itsy-bitsy spider is feeling a bit scared aren't ya?" Tracer grinned, her chronal accelerator lit up blood-red casting an ominous shadow over her face. "Calling for back up? Tsk, tsk. Why'd you gotta ruin our fun, Widow?"

Amélie struggled to move Tracer's foot, growling, "Do not call me that, Lena."

Tracer's psychotic expression morphed into absolute anger. She pressed on Amélie's chest harder. "It's Tracer, love. Lena's dead, you saw that happen when you bloody shot me in the chest."

With a free hand, Tracer pointed to her chronal accelerator. It was transparent, but Amélie knew exactly what she was referring to. Her chronal accelerator was refitted now, perfectly built into Tracer's chest. You could see inside her chest now, where her heart used to be, there was nothing there. It was completely hollow.

"Don't matter much anyways," Tracer said, grinning as if the idea of having a hollowed out chest was funny. "Talon is way more fun than Overwatch. Oi, didja know they even got paid vacation. Ya know, you could probably join us if you'd ask."

"Join the likes of you?" Amélie laughed as best she could with boots against her chest. "A bunch of thugs and assassins, never."

"Come on, Ammie~," Tracer laughed, moving her foot she promptly sat on Amélie's waist, using her grappling hook she tied and anchored Amélie's hands to the roof. "It'll be fun, the two of us together again. Like old times."

"Like when you killed Gérard?" Amélie's voice cracked as she couldn't find the energy any more to fight. She remembered when she found Gérard, he looked like he was just sleeping but then she turned him around and saw the bullet holes…

Tracer frowned and scratched her cheek. "Eh, you're still hung up 'bout that ain't ya? Well, you got me back for that didn't you?" She tapped her chronal accelerator. "Too bad you missed."

"If I recall, I didn't miss." It was Amélie's turn to smile, she looked downright murderous. "You died, Lena, as you said. I was there, no pulse, cherie. But that damnned Reyes got to you first. I won."

"Not this time, love." Tracer placed her pistol flush against Amélie's forehead. "Bang."