Chapter Four : Troubled Waters

Summary : Angela and Fareeha clear up the air between them about the new found motherhood for both of them. Although not in the way the captain expected.

Disclaimer : Violence ahead, you have been warned.

The following look Angela gave the captain was everything but a pleased one. The doctor refused to believe the child she had taken in her home a week ago was also hers. How was that even possible, she thought. It's been over a year that she and Fareeha made love. Was it even still love back then? She remembered the last time they had sex and it wasn't quite gentle. It was more built up frustration and aggression that was released from both sides. Their relationship had been going on for a strong 4 years, but they never reached that 5-year mark. They broke apart, because of so many reasons. It hurt her every time she thought about it. Fareeha was the last drop. She knew Angela wanted to retreat from being a field medic, but she kept going on far away missions. One thing led to another of course. Both of them became separated. They had their own lives and eventually feelings flushed away. Fighting became more regular and taking turns sleeping on the couch. She knew relationships weren't meant to be perfect, but none of them was happy back then. Angela remembered how heartbroken Ana was to see them so torn apart.

After their break up it seemed rather odd to still meet up with Ana. Little did she know they broke up. She wondered if Fareeha maybe finally told her mother they weren't together anymore. The former captain Amari probably had her suspicion, given the tension between Angela and her daughter was poisonous to be around. There was this constant negative passive aggressiveness that no one asked for. Only making matter worse the more they spent time with each other. Being separate gave them air to breathe and do their own thing. Eventually Angela broke their relationship.

People around them weren't blind. They quickly picked up on the fact it wasn't going well between them. One person used it to her advantage. The young woman who was part of Fareeha's task force at the time. Always away with the captain on field missions across the globe. In the last few months of her relationship she made her move on the Egyptian woman. She didn't know nor did she want to know how it exactly happened. None the less, it happened. Angela didn't find out right away. Given the captain was still low key trying to save their relationship with the doctor. Although when she found out, because of a silly note on her schedule. The base wasn't big enough for Angela to destroy. It was one thing to maybe break up , because things didn't work out anymore as they expected. Betraying her, cheating on her and lying to her was the last drop. They both had been desperate to reconnect with each other, but the sparks weren't there. Only aggression remained. Eventually the noise had alerted Lena down the hallway to break them apart. If she hadn't come in between them. God knows what had happened.

Most of the Overwatch team knew Mercy to be against violence, but that one time. Oxton had never seen the Swiss doctor in such fury. She was ready to cut Fareeha down and the rest of the watchpoint. After their heated fight, Angela decided to break most of her connections with Overwatch and retreated to Oasis. Currently residing in an apartment close to the city centre. Focusing on helping those in need in hospitals, clinics or universities. The Angel of Mercy occasionally went out on the battlefield, but not more than one hand could count. She was done with Overwatch. Angela wanted to be Dr. Ziegler. No more Mercy.

After a long silence, Fareeha spoke up, "Angela, the results said the child also shared your DNA. Don't ask me how. I mean, you are the doctor. Not me.", she clarified. Her tone was soft and you could sense a tint of sadness. Her stance wasn't proud, but more ashamed of some sort.

"I haven't seen the results myself nor did I conduct this research. I will only believe you when I see it with my own eyes, Fareeha." , the doctor said with a rather apathetic tone. Fareeha wanted to reply, but the doctor cut her off. "This Sombra type could be working for Talon. I bet you all my diplomas she is indeed working for them. The things they did to Amélie Lacroix, could also be happening to us. Did you even think of the possibility that they might have brainwashed us? Without us even knowing? Or I am not the only doctor who has a Ph.D. in genetic research and conduction. Who knows what kind of new prodigy they have found to manipulate the baby's genetics.", she rambled on. Attacking her former lover with disbelief.

The captain sighed, knowing when Angela smelled foul play she disagreed completely. This one time she went ham on one of those students in Oasis. Thinking he knew it better than the Swiss doctor who how had been a prodigy doctor at the age of 15. "Angela, I just know." Fareeha said. She couldn't explain it, but when she had looked into those baby's eyes. There was this feeling. Her gut told her so. And her mother had always thought her to trust her gut. Never hesitate. Breathe and take the shot.

Angela laughed mockingly," Was? Are you going to give me this? You knew when you looked into her eyes? Did you also know when you cheated on me, Fareeha? Did you also think about my sky-blue eyes when you stuck your… y-your… into that stupid recruit!", she began to yell. All the anger and bottled up feelings came welling up. She was unsure. She felt attacked. This new information made her doubt everything she knew and believed.

The anger came over Fareeha as well as soon as she brought up the past. "Are you really going to bring this up now, when our daughter is in danger? What is that Sombra type woman even going to do with her?", she said angrily. The captain made her way to Angela. There were few moments that Angela had seen the Amari mad, but when they got tilted. They went full burst out. "Are you seriously going to bring up the past, when an innocent baby is at stake? It doesn't matter to you if she is yours or mine. I get that, but it is still an innocent baby!", she kept yelling to her former lover. Beyond anger that Angela was willing to ignore the fact a young life was at stake. "Please, save your feud with for another time and another place, but we have a baby to save.", Fareeha said as she turned around to take off again. "You're either with me or you give up and go home, Angela"

The doctor was at loss for words. She sat down on the ledge as tears rolled down her cheeks. How was she so selfish to think the baby didn't matter. Of course, she cared about the baby, but the confusion and the anger just busted out. She loved the baby already from the moment she was feeding Alya. The blonde didn't admit it yet to herself, but she just wanted to forget and turn back time. Unfortunately, what was done was done. A moment alone of peace and quiet had never hurt the doctor so much before. The sun was setting leaving her alone in the dark cool night. Nothing but cold and darkness. Not only around her, but also in her mind.

Back at the base, Fareeha rushed towards the main conference room and dispatched their leader Morrison. Meanwhile waiting for a response, she took off most of her armour, only leaving her tight black bodysuit underneath. She hastily threw her armour on the rack as she made her way back to the meeting spot. Jack was already there, clearly he was still awake. Given he was so fast to response to the distress call. "Captain Amari, why did you call for me?", he asked with a slightly concerned voice.

Fareeha took a big breath and started to ramble the whole truth to her superior. All the way from the beginning when she and Angela broke up. The commander in chief barely made up the words she was rambling, but got enough information from it anyway. He was used to Oxton's rambling.

"I see...", he said with a nod. Stroking his stubbled chin as he was thinking. Jack was known as an excellent leader, but also a good friend to Fareeha. He already knew her before she was even born. The commander always had a good connection and relationship with the Amari family. That's why his response hurt him, but Fareeha the most. "I can't help you with this."

The captain's expression and last bit of hope fell from her face. The life simply drained away. Amari could see flashes of imagination. Her Alya crying in distress, being tortured. Experimented. Brainwashed. Eventually making her a recruit for the Talon task force, like they did with Lacroix. "What the hell do you mean with you can't help me? This is my daughter you are talking about?!", she yelled as she threw her hands up in the air in disbelief.

Jack pinched the bridge of his nose and sat down," Look, Fareeha. At the moment, Overwatch is already running as thin as it is. Our task force simply hasn't got the same numbers as we used to. Currently we are already hunting down a Talon member. She has been sighted in Volskaya last time we got an update from scouts.", he said with an apologetic tone. The man was clearly worn out. Scars on his face didn't tell such things, but it was the general expression this man had. The tension he brought as he was alone. He was tired. Almost without hope. Morrison was a great speaker and motivator for our team, but Fareeha knew that he secretly just wanted to end all of this. The world needed them, but Jack needed some peace and rest for his own being.

Fareeha nailed at the ground, disappointment in her superior weighing down on her shoulder. " Would you have said the same thing to my mother if I was in danger?", she asked before turning her heel and walking away. The captain knew it was an all time low blow, but the anger she felt wasn't to be contained anymore. Her daughter was in danger and she was about to do anything to save her. With or without Overwatch. With... or without Angela, she thought.

Without any given permission Fareeha slipped into the armoury of the watchpoint. Buckling up her supplies and ammo for the solo mission she was about to launch. Her odds were slim, but she had to take the risk. In the little time she got to spend with Alya, she had already bonded with the little baby girl. Even if she didn't turn out to be hers, she'd treasure her none the less. The captain loaded her Raptora suit to leave early in the morning. It was no use of leaving now with no sleep. She had experience with Talon's forces and had heard about their skilled task force of snipers. Being an air operator, she was easy prey for them. After loading up her bag and supplies, she hit the showers. Having a last moment of peace and quiet before she was going to unleash her fury on Talon. The cold water hitting her skin, relieved her momentarily of her sorrows. After a long day on the field, having water splashed against you in any form was a luxury. A sigh escaped her lips as she leaned against the tiled wall. Her head resting against the cold stones. How was she going to do this? She was alone. No one to back her up. Was anyone even going to know if she died during her secret mission?

After a solid 10 minutes, she turned the shower off and stepped out. She scanned the little stool for her towel, but couldn't see it anywhere. A frown appeared on her face as she was sure she had left a blue towel on the black stool. Her clothes weren't hanging up anymore either. If this was a stupid prank of Lena, then she was going to grab her by the straps of her chrono and throw her off in the sea. Without any regrets.

She carefully made her way to her locker where she kept spare clothing and a gun. Fareeha wasn't sure if it was still loaded, but she could at least make a threat with it. As soon as she got to open her locker, she heard something fall. The captain quickly grabbed her gun and rushed over to the place where she heard the noise come from. "Reveal yourself!", she threatened with the apparently loaded gun. It counted two bullets left. When on earth did she fire the other 4?

"Oh, I'm not the one who is revealing herself." A smug voice sounded through the locker room. The voice eventually revealed herself with her hands up in the air. Holding a towel in one of her hands.

The captain's expression changed rapidly when she recognized the young woman. It was the last person she had ever expected to encounter tonight. The oh so familiar recruit who had made her advances on her months ago. Her slick long black hair with a tint or red ombre at the ends. Her pale skin in contrast to the black eyeshadow and liner she used. She was taller than Angela and leaner. More flexible as you could say. Her walking was elegant. Although having history with her, she was everything but pleased to see Tahlia again.

"Tahlia, what are you doing here?", she asked clearly displeased to see her. Crossing her arms to cover up her breasts.

The young recruit chuckled at the sight," I was thinking you'd be glad to see me, Fareeha. It's nothing I haven't seen before. "she said ending with a smirk. Slowly approaching her prey. Her eyes glistened with bad intentions. Fareeha could tell she wasn't here to simply catch up.

The captain didn't give in and lowered her voice," I told you we were done, Tahlia. This was all a mistake and you know it. You caught me in a bad moment in my life, she said as she turned around. "Now please, go away.", she said as she reloaded her gun. "I mean it." She threatened.

"Come come, Fareeha. Don't be so aggressive. Although you like to be. I'd suggest you treat me a little better.", she said again with a smug tone. "I am sure your body tells you to give in to it one more time, before I end you."

The click of a gun loading, caught Fareeha's attention. In the nick of time she turned around to see Tahlia holding a handgun with a silencer. Ready to put an end on Fareeha's life. In the moment she still tried to hold up her gun, but reconsidered. In that split second, she remembered her mother's words. Don't hesitate. She crouched down and the bullet missed her by an inch. Grazing her side, leaving a painful wound. The captain got up and tried to make a run for it, only to be shot at again. This time missing her as she used the lockers as leverage. She pushed herself off of one to get a height advantage. Landing behind Tahlia, thinking she had the upper hand.

Forgetting all about the special skills of the talented soldier, she was face to face with her assassin again. The hologram chasing her was pure illusion. "Too bad. I really liked our time together, Fareeha.", Tahlia added with a smirk. Her hand tracing over the captain's body. Caressing her wet curves. The tight abdomen that would make anyone blush or jealous. It almost made her regret not forcing herself on the attractive captain for one last time.

Crimson red liquid trickled down Captain Amari's side. The adrenaline kicking in to ignore the stinging pain. Her hand eventually found its way to stop the wound, but the blood still dripped over her fingers. Fareeha's head lifted as she met her death. The last thing she'd see was a barrel of a gun pointed at her forehead. Never seeing her daughter again. The baby she had known for a little more than a week or so. Her Alya. Her blue sky. Angela…

A loud fire noise made Fareeha close her eyes. Waiting for her death. For her to drop on the floor. Meeting the tiles with just a glimpse of white light, before going off to the heavens. Joining her long dead grandparents. Yet it never came. Confused she opened her eyes.

Tahlia was lying in front of her. Her eyes wide open. It wasn't her blood pooling on the tiles. The crimson belonged to her now deceased assassin. Looking for the second killer in the room she spotted none other than a vague shimmer of white. Was she dying? Was she dead? Her vision focused a bit more through the haze. Fareeha's mouth fell open when she could clearly see her saviour.

"A-Angela?!"

The doctor was standing there, covered in blood. Her gun had fallen on the floor as she rushed to Fareeha. The embrace was tight, but she didn't say a word. Tears trickled down Fareeha's neck as Angela buried herself there. In shock, the taller woman replied the embrace. Her hands caressing the doctor's back. She was saved by her angel. Her Angela…, she thought.

It felt like hours that they sat there on the cold hard floor. Eventually Angela broke the silence with a raspy voice from crying, " I-I was looking for you… I thought I'd check the armoury, but then I heard a gun in the showers. " , she said as a single tear rolled down her pale cheek. " In the heat of the moment I grabbed a gun and snuck into the room. Then I-I… fired."

Fareeha brushed away the tear on her former lover's face," Please, say no more. I'm safe… All thanks to you." She said in a gentle whisper. Her eyes seeking her familiar blue ones. Those she wished she had seen before her death that she barely escaped. Her gaze then lowered to her lips, but she decided to hold back the urge to kiss them this time. Instead she placed a loving kiss on the doctor's forehead.

A sigh escaped Angela's lips, feeling at ease now that she knew Fareeha was safe. She tried to lean closer to her former lover, but heard the captain wince in pain. The sudden noise made Angela stand up, releasing herself from the embrace. "Y-you require healing. Fast.", she said as she rushed to the medicine cabinet for a first aid kit. Of course, for this one time she grabbed a gun instead of her staff she ends up healing the old-fashioned way, she thought to herself. Although she did save a life in a different way for once. Angela's kill streak must be the lowest of all the members of Overwatch, now that she thought about it.

Cleaning her wounds as fast as she could and wrapping a bandage around it. The doctor wasn't around any painkillers now. She knew her Fareeha had to bite through the pain for a little longer. Did she just say… Her Fareeha?

"Angela, can you please help me up. And maybe grab me a towel? I know you might want to take a look at the handsome, most attractive body you have missed oh so much. But please hurry." , she said with a hint of a smirk.

The doctor rolling her eyes by the sudden smugness of her former lover. Only to cover up her light blush appearing on her pale cheeks. She grabbed her by the arm and waist, lifting her up with the little force she had. "Your muscle mass is heavy. Never knew it would be a pain in the ass like this.", Angela muttered under her breath as she dragged Fareeha to the closest platform she could find.

Pulling the heavy captain on the platform was another challenge, but she managed. She quickly made her way to a control panel and gave the coordinates to bring Fareeha to the medic room. In the meantime, she put a towel on Fareeha. To at least cover her if they met other people on their way. As soon as platform began to float her hand was grabbed by the captain," Thank you, Angela." She said with a small smile. Her eyes getting heavier as the pain increased.

The blonde woman replied with a kind smile and caressed Fareeha's cheek with her other hand. "Get some rest now. I'll take care of you." Before the wounded soldier could answer, Angela hushed her. Familiar words leaving her lips," Doctor's orders."

A light chuckle escaped Fareeha, before she willingly closed her eyes. Losing the fight against sleep.

Seeing her fall asleep, got the doctor to smile. Although they still had a little problem to fix. Not only the dead on in the locker room, but also between them. She was happy for now. Placing a small peck on the captain's cheek before the platform moved away to the medic room. The Swiss doctor gave the orders to the night personnel of the medic room to take care of the wounded Captain Amari.

Angela made her way to the corpse and crouched down. Putting the gloves she had found in the medic box on before starting her examination. She patted down her uniform and felt something in her pocket. A little wallet of some sort. The doctor opened the pocket and went through the contents. An ID, coins, bills and a picture of Fareeha which made her frown. Were they really that serous? This couldn't be it. There must be more. In frustration after a full pat down with no success she threw the wallet against a locker. The coins sprawled all over the floor with clattering noises. She sighed and couldn't help herself but pick them all up again to put them in the wallet. Before she was done, one of the coins had an obvious dent in it.

Taking a closer look, she noticed a small gap. She quickly looked for a pair of tweezers and popped the coin open. The coin split in half, revealing a wired set up. Meeting up with a pink chip right in the middle. "Mein Gott…", whispered under her breath. She squinted her eyes and recognized the skull on the wiring of the chip. That skull, she recognized that. It was…

Before her lips could part to say the name a blast from the coin, threw her against the locker. Angela quickly searched for a gun, but was alerted by a voice interrupting her. "Miss me?" an all too familiar smug voice appeared to be a hologram coming out of the coin.

"Sombra…" Angela muttered with clear disgust in her voice. She should have known she was behind this assassination. The baby wasn't enough. She had to take out her mother too.

"Muy bien, chica. You remember me? I'm very flattered." Sombra replied with a mocking tone. "I don't have a lot of time to chit chat. I'm sorry, but I have something to show you." , she said with an ever so evil grin appearing on her face. Angela was frozen at the spot. Forgetting she was still crouched against a locker, with a dead body next to her. The video that popped up on the screen, framed by a pink border was none other than Alya.

" Are you still not convinced you are her mamá, Dr. Ziegler?" , she asked with a raised eyebrow. Look closely. The video zoomed in to the baby, but then suddenly jumped to a lab. Several tanks next to each other with liquid. One containing a woman. The doctor's eyes squinted to look closer and noticed the woman was pregnant. Then it hit her, but Sombra spoke up first, "Felicitaciones with your hija, Dr. Ziegler. You better come and get her, because…" with a pause she enlarged the picture of Angela in the tank," … my babysit shift is almost over."

The doctor got up in anger and fired into the hologram. Only to hear a teleporting noise, making her turn around. Gun pointed to Sombra. The hologram of the hacker chuckled in amusement, reaching out for Angela's nose, "Boop!" And she was gone again.

Before Angela could make another move, she dropped the gun and sunk through her knees. How? Why? It was obviously her in the tank. Or was it a body duplicate? How could she have been in a tank, when she was always working in the hospital. Or going out on the field in the siege of Eichenwalde not long ago. This wasn't the time for questions. She frantically searched the body again for possible answers, but with no success. Her gaze eventually landed on the coin. The chip of the coin was destroyed and Sombra got away. Again. She reached out to grab it and wrapped it in some bandage foil. There was no way this young woman was behind everything what was happening now, but who was helping her? Who could possibly be her ally? Allies? She got up and grabbed the bag with the coin.

Sitting here with a decaying corpse wasn't going to bring her daughter back. Did she just admit it was her daughter, she thought to herself. The doctor shook it off as a little error from shock she experienced before. She held the coin in her hand as she was making her way to the med bay. On her way she grabbed her glasses from her room. Once in the med room she grabbed the surgical magnifying screen and put the coin on the table. Puzzling it back together. As soon as it focused on the coin, Angela's eyes widened. This wasn't the usual drawing on the coin . There was no doubt. Talon.

A/N:

I hope you enjoyed this long chapter with a little tip of the sleeve lifted for you guys. It was a pretty hard one to write, so many emotions going haha.

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