A/N: Hey everyone, sorry I didn't write a chapter yesterday; I just wasn't feeling it, was a long day. Anyways, enough moping around, I'm feeling motivated and here we are. Enjoy!
The lovers awoke the next morning in Angela's bed, stirred by the crack of sunlight that seeped in from the gap between the window and its curtain. Angela took to her usual way of waking Andrew up; by rubbing his chest in a slow, circular motion that felt nice. Andrew wouldn't openly admit it, but sometimes he pretended to stay asleep so she'd keep doing it. But not for too long, he knew his companion didn't want to face the day alone.
"guten Morgen, Schnuckiputzi." Andrew fucking loved her accent. It can't be said enough.
"Ah, the angel of my dreams. It's even in her name." Andrew quipped with a smile. Angela gave him a gentle shove away from her, blushing ever so slightly with a smile.
"What? It's true!" he said, still retaining his grin. They shared a tender kiss, as was their morning routine by now. Getting out of bed, they dressed in casual clothing; Angela in shorts that reached only halfway down her long thighs, and a tank top that hugged her curves (and breasts, Andrew noticed) tightly. Andrew donned a pair of pajama pants, only adding a shirt with a plaid pattern for warmth. They both preferred their house be cold a majority of the time.
They left their room, and ventured into the kitchen to get something to eat. It seemed like whenever they woke up, they were starving, so breakfast was a common activity they participated in. They elected on a bigger breakfast, agreeing that they were equally hungry.
That being said, they made the cooking a two-man job. Or, in this case, woman and man. Toast was toasted, pancakes battered, bacon sizzled, eggs fried. This was gonna be delicious.
Not long after, they'd prepared everything at their small table for two, and sat down, each with a glass of orange juice to accompany the plethora of foodstuffs. They wasted no time in getting started.
"So, Schnuckiputzi, I got a call the other day." Angela started.
"Oh yeah? Details?" Andrew requested.
"Well, it was a representative from... Overwatch."
Those words took a moment to sink in.
"O...kay. What about, exactly?" He asked.
"Basically, they wanted us to join."
"Us? Why would they want me?"
"Honey, don't put yourself down. You're great at what you do."
Andrew wasn't mad or trying to be pessimistic, but he knew the truth. "It's not like that, I promise. But we both know you're a better doctor than me, which isn't a bad thing or something you should pretend isn't true. You're literally the best doctor alive as of now."
Angela had a slight shade of red in her cheeks. "Danke, but seriously. Don't act like that, I'd be nowhere without you."
He doubted that, but decided to let it go. "I appreciate your saying so, but back to the topic at hand. What would happen for us?"
"Well, I told them no, but they insisted I call back should I change my mind." Andrew's eyes widened at the discovery of the denial.
"Why'd you say no?" He asked, calmly.
"Because, you know I hate violence. I won't let my work contribute to a war effort." She offered, valiantly.
"Don't worry; I'm not mad at you for it. I see why you said it, though. But let me tell you something."
Angela continued to eat, looking a little frustrated with the audacity of asking the peaceful doctor to add to war.
"Out here, we're helping people by a great margin, there's no denying that. We're both good doctors, you, more so! If we have the opportunity to join Overwatch, we'll have a chance to really change the world for the better. They have the most advanced science division on the planet! Imagine what we could accomplish there! What we do there could help the daily lives of everyone, and prevent harm to coming from many others." Andrew wasn't yelling or anything, but he was passionate about this kind of thing. He always believed in making the world a better place, and he would hate to pass up the opportunity.
"You're right, I'm sorry. I guess all I could see was me hurting others for the benefit of our own. But you're right; we could accomplish potentially amazing things there." She offered an apologetic smile, which Andrew happily returned. The next few moments were spent in silence. Angela broke it.
"I want to do it." she said with a determined tone.
"Really? Are you sure?" he replied with a bit of concern. "You don't have to if you don't want to."
"Ja. I want to. I'm going to call them back. Tell them I changed my mind." she said with a determined grin.
'Things are going to change for us. Hopefully for the better.' Andrew thought.
~30 minutes later, after a lengthy call with Overwatch
"Okay, Andrew. We should start packing."
He practically spat out his drink. "Today?"
"Ja, they want us there as soon as possible. We should tell the hospital we aren't returning, too... I'll miss them."
"Hey, they aren't going anywhere. They'll still be around." He said with a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"I suppose. Anyways, call them and get ready." She said with a warm smile, and they shared a quick kiss.
They left each other's presence, and Andrew began on the call that would change their fate forever. Well, the other one, anyways. The first one was the one received from Overwatch themselves.
~10 minutes later
'Alright, better get to packing.' Andrew thought to himself. After leaving the living room where he concluded the call that disclosed the reason of his sudden leaving from the hospital; Angela's too; he needed to pack up and get going at one point or another.
He traveled down the hallway, all the way to the end until he hit his room. He never had many possessions, mostly the basics, save for a few things. One such thing was actually a shotgun, and twenty-five shells for it. It was a simple beast, honestly, and it took quite a bit of convincing before Angela let him purchase it. It was elegant, with its wood grip and pump accompanied by its steel alloy receiver and barrel. The Remington 870, in all its glory, was a simple machine meant to perform a simple task. For Andrew, the weapon used commonly by your average law enforcement long ago, was advocated for defending their home should the need arise. Thankfully, he never had to use it, fearing he'd need to do so when he purchased it from the Ironclad Guild. They specialized in old world tech, specifically weapons and armor. This gun was cheap and incredibly reliable, that much was true when the couple had taken it to the firing range. Angela, despite being a pacifist and all, was actually a decent shot. Andrew was better by a significant margin, but she could defend herself, and that's what he wanted. If for some reason, she was alone in the house, she knew how to use it. It took even more persuasion to get her to try it, and she actually ended up enjoying it.
Andrew argued that while he knew she never wanted to kill anyone, she could at least incapacitate an attacker if need be. Even then, shooting for fun wasn't a bad thing. She never had the stomach for hunting; and frankly, he didn't either. He loved animals and couldn't bring himself to kill one unless he absolutely needed to. He was positive Angie would be the same, for obvious reasons.
He made sure it was unloaded, put it on safety and everything you should do before packing it up and moving it, and then did just that. The black, rectangular case looked military grade (which it was.) He packed it and its ammunition safely in the gun case he bought with it, and locked the case with a key he kept on his carabiner.
Satisfied with his weapon, he went to packing the rest of his belongings; which consisted of mostly clothing and an old-school photo album. Andrew decided to keep those memories away for another day, for he would happily reminisce another time. They were strictly photos of good times he and Angela had over the years; mostly during the time they were friends and not lovers. He was happy with the latter transformation, though. She was a beautiful and admirable woman, one he'd never wish to lose. Satisfied with several large suitcases packed with clothes and another smaller backpack filled with personal items, and one large gun case loaded with its appropriate contents, he took everything into the living room, sat down, and prepared to make another call.
While they did own the home they lived in, he told all of his service providers he'd be moving, and to shut it off for a month until he could confirm he'd be gone for a longer period of time.
~5 minutes later
"Finally. I hate talking to bots..." Andrew sighed, referring to automated call receivers, not actual robots like Omnics. Andrew knew that the Omnics weren't bad in their own way, and that they were overwritten with programs. Hacked, basically. Victims of someone's ulterior motives.
His thoughts were interrupted by an angelic woman in black slacks, high heels, and a blazer over a white button-up shirt with black-rimmed glasses clacking towards him.
"Do you always look this sexy? Ah, who am I kidding, of course you do." Andrew never passed up the chance to crack a funny compliment. It was something he loved to do, and Angela loved to hear.
"Ah, danke, Schnuckiputzi. You look quite well yourself!" She said, referring to his sky-blue button-up shirt tucked into his khaki cargo pants, all on top of his black sneakers. He was never good at dressing properly.
"Psh, whatever, I can't dress for shit. Anyways, when's our time?"
"ASAP, remember?" Angela said with a hand on her hip. She looked way too good in that outfit.
"Okay, I'll put everything up. Where's it at?"
"Here in Zurich, actually." Andrew was surprised to hear that. "We're going to be in the headquarters itself." He went wide-eyed at that statement.
"Huh. I'm definitely looking forward to that. Let's get going, shall we?" He said with a smile. And off they went, to change their lives, and world, together.
~2 hours later
Andrew parked his Porsche among the many other cars, although his was the only one with tires. The other ones used their famous anti-gravitational propulsion systems; four of them in place of the wheels. They opted to leave their belongings in the car, and get them when it was necessary. Walking up to the front double doors, they pressed the buzzer with a resounding beep.
"How may I help you?" A male receptionist on the other end inquired.
Angela responded, "Hello, I'm Angela Ziegler, here with Andrew Gibson to respond to a job offer."
"Ah, Ms. Ziegler, come on in!" He said happily, as the door clicked and automatically swung open.
Walking through a metal detector, they entered a small reception area with doors leading off into corridors of varying offices to the left and right. The man at the desk lay ahead of them.
"Allow me to be the first to congratulate you two onto the Overwatch team! I'm sure you'll do great!"
They exchanged thanks, and they were told to meet Commander Jack Morrison. Shortly after entering the left hallway, they saw a sign above the door they entered that read: "OVERWATCH AGENTS ONLY. STANDARD PERSONNEL ARE ADVISED TO TURN AROUND." The couple shared an incredulous look. Are they agents now? They both had many questions. They would be answered soon enough.
After entering the office at the end of the hall, they saw a man in a casual uniform with blonde hair. Angela felt like he seemed familiar, and she understood why when he turned around in his swiveling chair. "Welcome to Overwatch." Jack smiled, knowing fully well that Angela would be surprised at the discovery. She went wide-eyed and cupped her mouth with her hands, in awe that the man that was leading her was practically her father.
"Jack! I haven't seen you in so long!" She said, her voice full of happiness. She reached over the desk and gave the man a hug. "Yeah, I'm sorry I had to leave so suddenly. It was important, as you can see."
"What is it you called us here for?"
"Well, I wanted the two best doctors to be on our side. Pretty good idea, when you think about it." He said with a hint of sarcasm.
"Good thing you never changed, it seems." Angela mumbled with a smile. "So, what do we do from here?"
"The same thing you've done for a while. Help people. Maybe later we can discuss your future here, but for now, I'll settle with getting you acquainted with your surroundings. Follow me, I'll show you around."
A/N: Thanks for reading! As always, feel free to leave any feedback you want as a review, and I'll check it out. Sorry this chapter may have seemed slow, but it'll be picking up soon enough, I promise. Until then, cheers!
