Hello to you all! So, this chapter hasn't been beta read but oh well. I made a promise and I'll stick to it. Like I said in the previous chapter, I updated the next chapter for you all to read yay

I even wrote a little more just to make it up c:

Lena wasn't even supposed to have been there that day, but she was. She was as happy and energetic as always, running up and down the halls, waving at her comrades and friends, chatting and just spending her free day just chilling at the base. She went to go and meet the German doctor, knocking on her door and entering as she heard the thick German voice tell her to come in. The good and trusted doctor everyone knew and loved, Angela Ziegler was sitting in her desk, currently finishing up a report. She looked up and saw the cheeky smile on Lena's face.

"What'cha up to?"

Lena asked as Angela just softly smiled.

"Finishing up my reports."

She waved the few papers she was writing on for emphasis. Lena only sighed as she plopped down on the chair that sat opposite of Angela's desk.

"I think you work too much luv. You need to find someone, or maybe just someone to shag."

Lena told the German woman who only shook her head.

"Ah being a doctor is a full time job Lena. I can't rest knowing there are lots of people who need our help."

Lena's heard this so many times, the same excuse the swiss woman gave her every time.

"Come on luv, you can't be in your thirties and still be a virgin!"

Angela's face turned a bright red as she replied.

"I am not a virgin!"

Angela groaned as she placed her hands over her face.

"Can we not have this conversation?"

She didn't bother to look at the cocky smiling girl, but only kept her head low. Lena grinned.

"Oh? Who's the lucky man?

She grinned ever more.

"Or the lucky lady?"

Angela blushed even more, this time her ears were glowing a bright red.

"Stop, stop stop! Ve are not having this conversation!"

Angela turned around in her chair, trying to ignore the prying girl's ever so curious questions. She sighed before standing up and in the process of abruptly standing up the swedish doctor ended up knocking over a photo frame. The glass cracked as it met with the floor face-first, and she bent down to pick up the old frame.

"Sorry luv, didn't mean for that to happen"

The bubbly brit replied as she watched the older woman pick up the frame and stare at the old photo that was once protected by the glass. The german doctor smiled as she placed the glassless frame back on her desk, this time facing the photo to Lena. She peered closely at the aged photo, clearly it's seen better days, but the black-and-white photo was taken care of, despite its worn out state.

"How old is this photo?"

Lena had asked, her eyes glued to the blonde woman who was smiling so happily in the photo. Angela smiled softly before she sat back down in her chair, leaning back slightly.

"About 10 years old, I am 37 you know.. But I vas 27 when I took that picture. I was stationed in Zurich, before I was recruited into Overwatch."

She briefly explained, waiting for the messy brown haired girl to put the frame back down.

"Whos this?"

She asked, pointing to a taller woman that was holding the German doctor in her arms, her hands were wrapped firmly around her waist. Lena showed Angela before she noticed the slight hesitation in those bright blue eyes. Angela smiled as she took the frame from Lena's hands before placing it face-down.

"She was, an old friend of mine I guess you could say, and my inspiration."

Angela spoke of her softly, a light smile could be found on the often stressed out doctor.

"She helped me create the Caduceus staff."

The blonde haired woman frowned.

"Ah but as the american saying goes, all good things must come to an end, there was an attack. Talon had heard of the development of the staff and they wanted it. They attacked and in the crossfire she was killed. But that's when I joined Overwatch, if I didn't leave her alone that day in the base, if I only had convinced her to maybe even join me for a cup of coffee, she would have been alive today."

She cleared her throat, smiling at Lena before she stood up and patted the younger woman on the shoulder.

"Anyways, you should go and bug Winston for a little bit while I clean up."

Lena nodded, noticing the saddened look that reflected in those empty blue eyes. She walked out and left the doctor to her own thoughts. She walked her way over to where Winston was residing for the time being, since he had to be here to control the base and act as Overseer of the operations since he had sent out the recall. The big and furry monkey was sitting in his tire swing, casually holding a bottle of unopened peanut butter. Lena smirked as she jogged and threw herself up, casting her body to where Winston was lazing about. He looked and saw Lena throw herself to him, and in panic he dropped his peanut butter as he reached out and caught the younger girl, almost falling out of his tire.

"Lena!"

She giggled as she was helped to her feet, brushing off imaginary dust off of her uniform. She then saluted him, giving him her signature smile.

"Lena Oxton at your service sir!"

"Lena, today's your day off. Why don't you go and relax? Take a small breather and enjoy the town for a day."

He told her, picking up his beloved peanut butter and twisting the cap open.

"Awe but I wanted to see you luv!"

Which was a half-life. He only chuckled lightly before he dipped one of his chunky fingers into the creamy substance, scooping it up and sucking it off his finger. He savored the taste. Lena only sighed.

"That's what everyone keeps telling me. But there's nothing to do other than maybe drink and eat. The town's boring"

She muttered before sitting in his large tire swing, finding a pillow and a blanket for her to sit on. Winston only shrugged as he casually sat next to her, softly rocking the swing. Lena looked down, her eyes were watching the bulky chronal accelerator flicker slightly. Winston took notice quickly.

"Mind if I take a quick look at your chronal accelerator?"

Lena shrugged as Winston carefully examined his handiwork, but finding nothing wrong.

"Hmm, well that's strange. Everything seems to be working fine, nothing's out of place."

He spoke, examining the craftsmanship even closer, his eyes were scanning over every piece before he gave up. Lena didn't understand most of what Winston had told her, she just kind of zoned out the minute he started stating the capacity of the accelerator, using words that Lena never knew existed. Unknown to the two, a black fog began to creep it's way through the vents above them, slowly making it's way around them and to the back of Winston's lab. The fog surrounded the two large barrels of pressurised gasoline, before setting them off.

Lena shivered, her eyes were glued to the black marks of the explosion, seeing the faint outline of where Winston has tried to cover her from the explosion. She knelt down, using her right hand to trace the fading outline. Dakota watched, seeing the young girl stare at what became her downfall. It was hard, for Lena to take it all in at once, but she needed the young girl to move on. As tragic as it was, Lena was once the energetic and happy face of Overwatch, and even if the world thought she was dead, Lena needed to move on. Dwelling on the past isn't gonna save her. She needed Lena to get back on her feet, the nightmares aren't gonna stop unless she does something about. Dakota gazed at her gloved hands, a soft sigh escaped her lips as she knelt down beside Lena, placing a hand on her shoulder.

"Do you want to go back?"

She asked her softly, expecting Lena to softly nod but instead she saw the hardened look on the brit's face.

"No"

She stood up, walking out of the lab and Dakota followed after, taking long strides in her walk to catch up to the speed walking girl. Dakota finally caught up with Lena, noticing her eyes were glued to the door she was standing before. It didn't take long to realize who's door she was standing before, the name gave it all away.

"Angela Ziegler"

Dakota muttered to herself, hoping the younger woman didn't hear her. But she didn't, her thoughts were racing back to the conversation she shared with the German woman minutes before the attack. Slowly Lena gripped the handle, turning it and pushing the door open. Dakota held out a light to Lena, who took it and flicked on the switch, the light illuminating the darkened room. There was dust everywhere, piling here and there. Dakota sneezed, covering her mouth with a napkin she quickly pulled out of her pocket. She stayed by the desk, noticing faint handprints on the handles and the desktop. But Lena was caught staring at the frame that was face down on the floor, noticing the glass was still there. She knelt down, using one hand to hold onto the light and the other slowly picked up the frame, noticing the photo was still there, even after these years. But there was one issue, it was ripped. Dakota brought out her own light, blowing some of the dust away before she used her napkin to open the drawer, finding a large pile of paperwork. Lena stared at the photo in shock, she noticed small specks of blood on the worn paper, but then something else had caught her eyes. She quickly stashed the photo in her pocket before facing the light towards the large puddle. Her eyes widened in shock as she realized what that puddle was.

"Blood…"

She whispered, but Dakota snapped up the second that word escaped the brit's lips, quickly stashing the paperwork in her bag and finding the large blood stains in the room. Dakota knelt down and placed a finger down on the liquid, but instead of finding it dry it stuck to her finger. Dakota pulled away and grabbed another tissue and wiped her finger.

"We should leave."

Dakota told her, but Lena wasn't gonna leave. Not yet.

"No"

"It's fresh! Come on, we need to leave before we find out who or what is here."

Dakota argued, quickly grabbing Lena by the shoulder and pulling her toward the door. Lena shook her off, pushing the older woman away.

"No! I'm not leaving until I say so."

She growled, those once so empty eyes burned with hatred, and the sneer she had only made Dakota regret her decision even more.

"Fine. I'll be back in Winston's lab."

She muttered before walking out and leaving Lena alone. There was a feeling she couldn't shake, this place may have been abandoned by Overwatch agents, but something else was here.

"Lena's a strong girl, she can handle herself"

Dakota said to herself, trying to reassure herself that her choice of leaving the girl alone in that bloody room was a good choice. Some good choice that was.

Lena didn't bother with the native woman, she faced the blood again and flashed the light in the area, noticing a trail of bloody footprints and blood making it's way out of the office window. She followed it, noticing there was more than just one pair of feet. Lena knelt down, noticing the distinctive footprints, one that was not human.

"Omnic.."

She muttered softly, the large robotic prints stood out from the smaller and more human prints. Lena frantically patted her torso, checking for anything that could serve as a weapon. She could only find her flashlight. Lena followed the prints, her flashlight in hand, noticing the two prints turn into one. Soon it was only the Omnic's prints she was following, her instincts were telling her to run away, to stop and go back to Dakota. But she wasn't going back, not after she came so far. But as she rounded the corner, she stopped dead in her tracks, her legs refused to move. Those hazel eyes were locked on something, something that she never thought she would see again, the smiley face button, all bright yellow with a smile that was forever etched on the button. But it wasn't yellow, it was red, red was splattered across that devious smile, the pitch black lifeless eyes were painted with that crimson blood. The footprints kept going on, but that feeling in her gut stopped her from continuing. It only seemed like yesterday when she saw that button, the happy smile, the happy couple, but now, that smiley face didn't look as happy as it once was. She trembled as her fingers slowly wiped some of the blood off of that smile, her fingers slowly gripped the edges as she lifted it up, her breathing was becoming more shallow. She didn't deserve this, no one deserved any of this. But it was all still fresh, there was time right? There was still time to save her right? No one has to die, death isn't coming for her. No, she's gonna find her and she will live. Lena clutched the button in her hand, then she continued. Her legs moved on her own, armed with her little flashlight in her hand. The prints began to fade, the blood puddles were shrinking and becoming smaller, but the prints were still there. Soon she found herself standing in the garden, overgrown and in need of trimming. Lost of yellow flowers were blooming, the cold air was slowly nipping at the freshly opened flowers. Lena knelt down and slowly plucked a flower from its small group, her eyes were scanning over the petals.

"Angela loved these.."

She found herself saying, suddenly remembering the German doctor who would always smile when Lena would come in with a large bundle of her favorite flowers. The smile she gave her as she accepted them and placed them in her vase. And Lena would just smile and laugh while the doctor spruced up some of the flowers. The soft and happy feeling she once knew was gone in an instant before she heard a twig snap and soon she found herself face first into the ground. She groaned out in pain, clutching her head and finding warm liquid was running down the side of her head. Groggily she looked up, finding the owner to those bloody prints. He clearly was in need of a repair, one arm was ripped off, his face was badly caved in, he no longer looked the same as he did before. He was covered in blood, it was covering his one arm, his face had a bloody handprint that was smeared down to his neck. He reached forward and grabbed Lena by her neck, his one hand slowly crushing her throat. Lena grabbed his wrist, using both hands to try and free herself from his crushing grip.

"S-Stop!"

He didn't stop. He didn't move.

"Stop it!"

A weak voice yelled out, her voice covered in pain. But he chose to ignore her. That was until there was the sound of a gun cocking.

He turned, his robotic face was glued to where the girl once laid, but this time Dakota was standing there, one arm wrapped around her neck, having her in a chokehold and there was a pistol pressed to the girl's temple.

"Let her go."

Dakota calmly replied, seeing the horror in Lena's eyes from the scene that was happening.

"W-Why?.."

Lena croaked out, seeing someone she respected hold a gun to an innocent person's head. Dakota looked back to the Omnic.

"Let her go" Her thumb pulled back the hammer, having a stare down with the Omnic. "Otherwise someone will get hurt."

He forcefully shoved Lena back, causing her to trip and fall on her back, coughing and her hands were over her throat, rubbing at the bruising flesh. Dakota slowly let go of the hammer, then she slowly let go of the girl, her gun set on him. Lena forced herself to her feet, struggling to stand firmly on her two feet. Dakota pulled the hammer back, the barrel was facing right in between those two slits, watching his every move. Dakota shot a glance to Lena, noticing the state she was in. The light bruising around her neck, the horror in her eyes, the way her face paled from seeing the gun, she knew this was a mistake. The Omnic slowly walked towards her, ignoring the gun that was trained on him. He had only one thought in mind. Save her

He knelt down now that he was in arms reach of his beloved girl, his one arm was extended towards her as she slowly crawled to him. Dakota slowly walked away, then went into a small job where Lena stood.

"What were you thinking?"

Lena hissed at her, pressing a finger to the older woman's chest, her voice full of anger. Dakota tried to stay calm, she tapped her fingers lightly against the side of the gun, trying to focus her thoughts on the tap, tap, tap of the metal.

"I was trying to save you."

She ended up muttering through gritted teeth, seeing Lena look at her with horror.

"Save me? You were trying to save me! You almost killed her!"

Lena pointed to where the Omnic-human couple once were, only finding crushed flowers. She turned back to Dakota, gritting her teeth in anger.

"Why would you do that?"

She started pounding her fist on her chest, slowly falling to her knees. Dakota stayed silent, watching the young girl pound her fist repeatedly, the teary eyes and the quivering lips.

"I did was I had to do. He was trying to kill you."

She finally spoke, in a calm and tender voice, but Lena only pushed her back. Tears were forming at the corner of her eyes, her voice cracked.

"Like hell you bloody was! You held a gun at an unarmed woman's bloody head!"

Dakota only straightened her posture, stuffing the gun back in the holdster she had under her jacket.

"Lena listen to me, you were being attacked and there was no right way to-"

"No right way to what? Save me? You could have-"
"Could have what? Shoot? Kill? Lena you were dying, and trust me that isn't a sight I want to see, but you don't understand what it's like Lena. You weren't there!"

Dakota yelled, almost screaming at her, she wasn't calm, oh no she was anything but calm. That crazed look in her eyes, the way her lower lip quivered every now and then, but oh the tapping. The repeated tap, tap, tap that she kept doing, she didn't look the same. Dakota took a step forward, her hands were grabbing at the smaller girl's shoulders, a death grip that held her in place to keep staring at those crazed and wide eyes of the native.

"I'm not losing you again"

She whispered, teary eyed and mouth quivering in fear. Slowly she slid a hand up to Lena's cheek, placing both hands on her face and pulling her close and kissing her forehead.

"I'm not losing anyone anymore."

This time she regained her posture, clearing her throat and taking a few steps back before turning and shivered slightly.

"We need to get going, before they come back"

And that was the first time Lena found herself unable to trust the woman who had saved her life, the woman who gave her a home, nursed her back to life, and gave her a small hope of living life again, but for the first time Lena didn't want to follow her. But instead she followed after her, taking small and heavy steps, her eyes forced on the ground as Dakota led her back to the airplane. For the first time Lena felt scared for her life.