"Let's get to it already!"

Fareeha rolled her eyes, watching the brunette who was currently standing opposite her. "The first thing you need to learn is patience."

"Yeah, yeah, patience, I've heard that before."

"And it has yet to sink in." The younger Amari let out a sigh. "All right, show me your stance."

"Wha—oh!" Lena balled her fists, bending her arms slightly.

"That's your stance?"

"What's wrong with it?"

Fareeha sighed before she approached, giving Lena a light shove and causing her to stumble backwards with a yawping noise.

"What was that for?!"

"To show you how off balance you are standing like that. Now this time, keep your left shoulder facing me. Stand with your legs shoulder width apart, bend your knees slightly, and turn your left foot to point toward me."

"Okay…" Lena looked down at her feet, positioning them as Fareeha had told her.

"Good. Now, loose fists, right hand up by your chin, and left hand down in front of your face. Chin down, eyes up."

"You're throwing a lot at me at once here—"

"Do you want to learn or not?"

"I do, I do!" Lena positioned herself as she'd been told, and Fareeha nodded, taking her own stance.

"Good. Now—"

The brunette suddenly threw a punch, which Fareeha easily deflected before lunging forward, catching Lena's shoulder. Her foot kicked Lena's out from underneath her, and the brunette suddenly found herself being slammed into the mat.

"Bollocks…" she wheezed, the wind having been knocked out of her.

"And this is how we learn," Fareeha said, straightening up. "Are you ready to listen, or would you like to come at me again?"

Lena let out a groan as she got to her feet, suddenly throwing herself forward in an attempt to catch Fareeha around the waist. The younger Amari's back leg shot out to act as stabilization before she quickly brought her arms down, catching Lena's shoulders and stopping her dead.

"Decision time Lena: either you can stop and listen to me, or I can bring my knee up and break your nose. That's the traditional counter to what you were trying to do."

"… Please don't break my nose."

"That's what I thought." Fareeha released the brunette before she added, "Next time I won't hesitate. If you must bleed to learn, so be it." The younger Amari took her defensive stance once again. "Now take your stance and let's begin."

Lena let out another frustrated groan as she was slammed into the mat yet again, and she pushed at Fareeha's shoulders.

"You've fallen for this counter three times now—"

"I know, bloody hell you wanker tosser GIT!" Lena got to her feet, muttering a few more curses under her breath.

"Would you like to stop for today?"

"No, I'll be all right after I get some water… or tea…" The brunette left the room, still muttering, passing by Ana as the older woman entered.

"How is the training going?"

Fareeha moved to pick up her towel, wiping her face. "She's… feisty. She definitely has the potential, but she's just all over the place. Also I think she swore at me in British."

"That's still English, ḥabībti."

"Well I didn't understand most of it."

Lena let out a sigh as she started the kettle boiling; at least Ana knew the importance of having tea. The brunette assumed it was her kettle and tea leaves she'd come across. Upon putting the tin back in the cupboard, a jar of peanut butter was knocked loose, and Lena caught it before it could hit the ground.

"Someone really likes peanut butter," she commented; the jar had to be at least as big as her head.

A hand was suddenly around her ankle, and Lena let out a yelp as she soon found herself suspended upside-down and looking at the face of a gorilla.

"Uh… hiya," Lena said.

"Oh, you're British. You must be the girl Ana told us about."

Lena's face lit up. "Wow, you can talk!"

"So can you. Amazing. Now, kindly hand over my peanut butter."

"Oh, is this yours? It fell out of the cabinet—"

"Into your hand."

"Because I caught it." Lena held the jar out to him before she added. "Now would you mind putting me down, Mr…?"

"It's just Winston."

"Lena Oxton. Pleased to meet you, Just Winston."

Winston rolled his eyes with a sigh as Lena giggled, and he lowered her down before dropping her on her back and taking his jar of peanut butter.

"So where are you from?" Lena asked, getting to her feet.

"The moon," Winston replied as he sat down and began opening his jar.

"Oh. America. Is it true people there drink iced tea? How can you stand it? How can you live knowing you're destroying perfectly good tea—"

"I actually meant the moon," Winston said, cutting her off. "And I would never drink iced tea; what do you think I am, some kind of heathen?"

Lena smiled at that, embracing Winston's arm. "You and I are kindred spirits."

Fareeha paused to take a sip from her water bottle before she picked up the spaulder she'd been working on, placing it over her own shoulder.

"Whatcha working on?"

Fareeha started at the voice, whipping around to see Lena standing there, wearing her helmet (which didn't fit her at all).

"Give me that," the younger Amari said, taking the helmet from the brunette and tucking it under her arm. "How did you know I was here?"

"Well, Winston and I were talking, he's a lovely chap, and he told me that you sometimes disappear for a few hours—"

"How did you get Winston to tell you?"

"Oh, we're two regular pals!"

"I see."

"So what is this?" Lena asked, approaching the suspended metal suit.

"No, if I tell you, you'll go blabbing to someone else, and it will eventually reach my mother and I will never hear the end of it—"

"I do not blab! Besides, I've already seen whatever this is, so really all you'd be doing is just giving me an explanation—"

"All right, fine." Fareeha let out a sigh. "It's a rocket suit."

"Wow!" A pause. "What does that mean? Are you going to use it to fly or something?"

"That is the hope, yes—"

"Take me with you! Please?"

"What—Lena, I've never tested this yet, it's not even done—"

"Well, when it is done, please take me with you?" Lena clasped her hands together. "I'll do anything you want, anything at all!"

"We'll see, all right?"

"Yeah!" Lena jumped up, pumping both fists in the air. "Hey, maybe I can be like your assistant or something until then? Help you work on the suit by fetching tools or something—"

A pair of hands suddenly grabbing her arms from behind caused Lena to let out a yelp, and she threw her head backwards in an attempt to hit whoever it was. She felt her head make contact with a solid chest, and when the grip weakened slightly, she jerked herself away, whipping around.

"Easy there killer, you're going to make your headache worse."

"Really Gabriel? Must you make a habit of scaring people?" Fareeha said, shaking her head.

"Ugh, you sound like your mother."

"There is no need to go there." Fareeha attempted to discreetly move in front of her rocket suit, prompting Gabriel to roll his eyes.

"Relax, I know all about your 'secret project'," he said, using his fingers to imitate quotation marks. "When your mother finds out, it won't be through me."

"You mean if—"

"Please, as if anything remains hidden from that woman." He turned his attention to Lena before he said, "Commander Reyes. So, you're the kid Jack tried to keep out. What are you, twelve?"

"I'm fifteen, not that that has anything to do with… anything!"

"And you got stuck babysitting." Gabriel's grin was one of a shit-eating variety. "Your mother really has you working hard for Overwatch, doesn't she?"

"Did you actually have a reason for coming down here, or was it just to taunt me?" Fareeha asked, her lips pressing together tightly.

"A bit of both. I wanted to get a look at this kid that Ana made such a big deal about." Gabriel crossed his arms, looking Lena over. "Personally, I'm not impressed."

"Hey!" Lena straightened up to her full five-foot height at that. "You havin' a giggle mate—"

"Oooh, she gets more British when she's angry," Gabriel said with a grin.

Lena began to lunge for him, but Fareeha quickly caught her, holding her back.

"Remember what I told you about breathing through your nose," the younger Amari said before she looked back at Gabriel. "Thank you for your visit, we've enjoyed it immensely."

"Ah, there you two are." Ana turned to face her daughter and Lena before she added, "So, what do you think, Lena?"

"I think this place is amazing; I never want to leave!"

Ana smiled at that. "Well we have work to do tonight, so if you wish, you can spend the night here. You'll have to stay in your quarters though; no wandering about."

"Really? Me? Stay the night?" Lena looked ready to explode.

"Mom, really? She's going to be impossible to put to bed now," Fareeha said.

"Ana, do you have those reports pulled up yet?" Jack asked, coming into the command room. He gave the younger Amari a nod, adding, "Fareeha."

Fareeha gave him a salute, and Lena straightened up, copying the salute.

"Lena what are you doing?"

"Practicing sir."

Jack arched an eyebrow at that. "For what, dare I ask?"

Before she could think twice, Lena replied, "For the day you give me a chance to prove I can be a part of Overwatch sir."

"Today was so great, and it's even ending great too. I can't believe I'm in a real Overwatch bed, inside real Overwatch headquarters—"

"Lena."

The brunette propped herself up on her elbow, looking over at the younger Amari in the bed next to her. "Are you going to work on your rocket suit tomorrow—"

"Lena."

"Okay, okay, I'm going to sleep." The brunette flopped back down, looking up at the ceiling, but lying still seemed impossible right now. Her mind was racing with everything she had seen today, and she actually began to vibrate a little.

"Would you like me to fetch one of my mother's sleep darts?"

"No, I'm good."

Lena groaned as she was slammed into the mat yet again, and once Fareeha stood, she noticed that the brunette wasn't making an attempt to get up.

"Lena? Are you all right?"

"Give me a moment…" The brunette sat up with a wince, every part of her body feeling bruised. "Yesterday is catching up with me."

"We can stop if you want."

"No, I can do it." Lena got to her feet, taking her stance yet again. "I'm ready."

Fareeha nodded, taking her own stance. The sound of footsteps caught her attention, and she glanced over to see Angela standing in the doorway, a smile on her face as she watched the two. Fareeha could feel her face growing hot, and she forced herself to focus. "Ready to counter?"

Lena nodded, waiting for Fareeha to come at her before she blocked the punch, drawing her other arm back. Unfortunately, Fareeha glanced back at the blonde in the doorway right as Lena brought her arm forward, her fist contacting solidly with Fareeha's face. The younger Amari let out a noise of surprise, her hand flying to the spot as she stepped back.

"Oh, shite!" Lena looked just as surprised. "I'm so sorry, I thought you were going to block it like usual—are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Fareeha said, lowering her hand. "Nice counter."

"… Thank you?" Guilt was still pooling in the brunette's stomach, and she added, "Just… let me go get you some ice—"

"Lena, I'm fine—"

The brunette was already scurrying from the room, and Fareeha let out a sigh.

"Do you need a doctor?" Angela said teasingly as she approached the younger Amari. She took Fareeha's face gently in her hands, and Fareeha fought the flush that threatened to creep across her skin. "It doesn't look too bad; I think you're going to live."

"Well, that's a relief."

Angela smiled, letting her hands linger a moment or two longer than necessary before she removed them. "I know this isn't exactly what you want to be doing, but taking care of that girl… it's very admirable of you Fareeha. She really needs someone like you right now."

"Yes, well… it's the right thing to do. Besides, she's not that bad… once you get used to her brand of enthusiasm."

Angela laughed at that, and Fareeha had to fight to keep her arms at her sides.

"Okay, I couldn't find any ice, but I found these frozen peas so those should do just as well," Lena said, returning to the room and holding out said bag to Fareeha.

"Thank you Lena." The younger Amari took the bag, holding it to her eye hesitantly and doing her best to ignore the amused look on Angela's face.

"I'm really sorry Fareeha; if it'll make you feel any better, you can punch me in the eye too." Lena closed her eyes, looking as though she were bracing herself. "Don't warn me, just go for it."

"I'm not going to punch you Lena."

"Are you sure? It's really okay—"

"You managed to catch me by surprise; I faltered, and I will not punish you for that." Fareeha offered her a smile, mussing her hair a bit. "Don't get used to it though; I won't let it happen again."