Chapter 7

Burying the Past

"How did this happen..?"

Amélie had asked this below her breath. She was feeling stiff and tense from the way Hana and Lena cuddled up to her. It was easier to get used to now since they both had fallen asleep, even though their hands were still hugging her form.

She didn't move much, not wanting to wake them. They looked cute the way they were.

Hana had made more than clear that she felt thankful for being spared by such a skilled assassin as Widowmaker and even more honored to be the reason for her to leave Talon. That she actually believed what Lena had spun, lying through her teeth was baffling to Amélie, but… this wasn't quite so bad. She actually began to wonder if Hana's skin would feel differently from Lena's.

'D'awww, you really are perverted for cute girls, aren'tcha luv?'

What?! No!

Amélie quickly shook her head, trying to get rid of Lena's voice. She shivered slightly and peaked to her captor, gnawing on her bottom lip. She wondered what Lena would really think about… thougts like this.

I belong to Lena, first and foremost.

There hadn't been much pondering involved to those thoughts. They just came naturally, felt right even though they probably shouldn't? Another shiver. She couldn't help herself from leaning down for a dreamy kiss to Lena's sternum.

She hadn't even heard Reinhardt reenter the cabin and got startled quite badly by him tucking a beige colored blanket over the three of them. That the aircraft seemed to travel with the darkness hadn't made it any easier.

"Well, Lena lied to us and zose too swallowed it hook, line and sinker."

Reinhardt was nodding over to Hana first, then McCree. The cowboy was fast asleep, snoring faintly in the corner.

Her eyes were blinking in rapid succession. What had he just said? Reinhardt's facial expression was hidden from her as he returned to his seat on the table across from them.

"Lena… didn't lie."

She sounded not very convincing and she knew it.

"Oh please. Everyone who isn't as absorbed with zemselves as zese two would have seen your surprise and discomfort. Would you have truly changed your mind, you would wear it like a badge! Not try to lie."

That shut her up good. The big warrior had been all cheers and smiles for the whole flight. Now he just looked grizzled, exhausted and fed up with all the shit in the world. His hands reached for a clear glass and a bottle of Italian grappa. The silence between them was heavy as he poured the golden liquid. Amélie felt fear for what Reinhardt might do.

"I don't know what you want and I don't trust you, Widowmaker. But Lena trusts you far enough to lie to her friends. Zat is enough for me."

The German took his time, savoring a sip and regarding her with caution.

"But it won't be enough for others. You killed too many of our friends."

He sounded lethargic, yet he pointed at her accusingly all the same.

"Do you remember shooting Ana's eye out?

Remember that Gerard was Morrison's best friend?

Remember Bayless?

Remember Al-Farouk?

Remember Singh?

All of them you left for Mercy to bury."

Amélie was baffled. She slowly began to realize that Lena's ambitions might have been a fools dream. How could she have ever believed that this story was going to have a happy end? There were so many bodies, how would they ever forgive?

Fear took hold of her. This was all going to end. Her newfound joy had barely lasted a day.

She couldn't just hope that they wouldn't shackle her down like a dangerous animal. She couldn't just rely on Lena to guide her through this. The conditioning that was still very much running through her was proving to obstruct her future. She felt her heart fall deep into her stomach. What could someone so fucked up like her even do?

The large warrior leaned forward.

"You need to get better at acting."

Acting…? Does he think I don't remember? Does he think I don't feel guilt?

Amélie looked down.

She remembered everything.

What have I done?

She finally realized just how pathetic she really was.

Only now that there were consequences did the atrocities she had committed become aware to her, even though she felt again for over a month now. Images of former friends she shot, the husband she had strangled in his sleep washed over her.

You did it because it felt good.

Her mind was filled with broken thoughts. Amélie experienced violent shivers. Tears after tears ran down her cold, blue cheeks as she gazed into the abyss that were her wrongdoings. She raised the hand she used to pull the trigger, stared at it.

What have I become?

Reinhardt felt the urge to mock the soundlessly crying woman before him, pretend he didn't see the guilt that finally welled up in her. It would be much easier, would feel so much better. Kick her while she's down, make her feel just as miserable as he had.

But that wasn't who he was. He suppressed the urge by downing his glass. Then he tried to ignore the pain and remember the Amélie that once was, as he had tried all evening. It was easier now, seeing her hurt from regret.

"Whazzat, luv..? Somethin' with your hand..?"

The words startled the both of them. Reinhardt was raising an eyebrow, pretending as if he wasn't there while watching as Lena pressed herself up to the crying woman, smiling sleepily. Amélie was breathless, shocked that Lena would see her vulnerable like this, her voice broken and drowning in self pity.

"Lena.. I.."

"Shh, you're crying… that won't do."

There was no resisting. Both of Lena's hands gently cupped those tear-stained cheeks. She forced Amélie to keep staring into her eyes as Lena went in for the kiss with a cheerful smile.

Tears kept flowing down her cheeks, onto Lena's and into their kiss. The hands on her cheeks were sinking into her silky blue hair, sheltering Amélie in her arms.

"Shhh… shhh… let it all out, luv. You're with me now. You can leave the past behind."

She whispered the words against those cold blue lips and Amélie obeyed, sobbing ever so slightly, leaning into Lena until her weary eyes met a soft shoulder. She began to cry a little louder, letting herself go, dampened just enough so nobody else would have to wake up and see her as pathetic as she really was.

"Was that really necessary, Reinhardt?"

Amélie was asleep now. She had cried and sobbed and clung to Lena for almost half an hour until her stamina finally ran out. Reinhardt winced barely noticeable, wondering for how long Lena had been pretending to sleep.

"You know zis is not easy to accept. I trust you, but ze others will have a harder time. It was better to make her aware now."

Even if Lena knew this, she just had the most mischievous grin on her face.

"Rubbish, you're just jealous that she got to cuddle with Hana!"

Now that got to him! The large warrior was falling over his own words with wide eyes.

"Z-Zat is not true! I would never…"

"What are all these pictures of Hana doing down there by the way, luv? Looks like someone hastily swept them off the table!"

"Zose are… for a friend, yes!"

"Aww rubbish big guy! Everyone knows you're her biggest fan!"

Lena had caught him with a cheeky wink. But how?! He tried to hide it so much! Mainly to not look creepy and retain his manliness. The great warrior shrunk in his seat, lowering his head in shame.

"You got me. I… I just wish I had grandchildren."

"D'awww, so that's why… you're cute, you know that?"

That made him smile a bit again, shyly rubbing the back of his head with a huge hand.

"You think so? Haha!"

"If you ever make my girlfriend cry again, I'm gonna tell Hana and make sure she despises you for it."

He froze. Lena's voice was suddenly sharp like a knife and down to business. She had gotten wild eyed, grinning madly and throwing him a wink. Despite that, it didn't look like she was joking at all. There was an aura of determination flowing from her that made his skin crawl. A slow nod acknowledged the threat.

"Awesome! I knew we'd see eye to eye big guy."

As Lena was leaning back into the formerly sobbing mess to find sleep herself, Reinhardt wasn't so sure about who to trust anymore. There was something honest about Amélie that made him sympathetic and something… unhinged about Lena that had surfaced for a second there when it came to protecting her captive.

He just hoped that no agent would tempt this new, mad wrath of hers.

It had been nerve wrecking. She had waited too long for her fears to be unfounded.

New Overwatch had settled for London as their new headquarters. It was an impressive, deep complex, complete with indoor landing pad. The sky-facing hangar doors had opened for the aircraft.

Angela could barely wait for it to land, so she could scold this uncaring child for making her worry so much. Even this little stretch of waiting was excruciating.

"They said they have a patient on board with less than 3 hours to live. And a special captive."

"I know."

Winston was looking just as eager as she did to see their agents well and alive again.

The side facing doors were made for quick engagements upon landing, so it didn't take long to disembark. Angela was thrilled when she saw all her agents return safely, even Jesse.

Her face fell immediately as she could make out an unrestrained, blue-skinned figure among them.

Everything happened in split seconds now.

Her hand had drawn her Caduceus blaster by sheer reflex, before she had even time to think. The guards that had come to greet the famous agents mimicked what their high ranking superior did.

Reinhardt immediately planted his giant energy shield before the three girls, the cowboy and his own broken charge. He had already anticipated this.

As he did so, he heard Lena blink. Oh no..

Angela felt herself get tackled lightly. She stood her ground under shock and looked down, puzzled at the energy ball that was hugging her form like she missed her just as much as Angela had missed Lena.

"I'm sorry that I made you worry mom! I brought back an old friend though, so it's all okay right?"

The doctors lips grew tight as she alternated her gaze between the woman she hated more than anything in life and those huge, brown eyes that smiled the widest smile at her from below.

"Weapons down men!"

Winstons baritone voice boomed through the Hangar. Reinhardt felt real relief as the situation had been quickly disarmed, his energy shield vanishing again. Angela lowered her blaster last, getting an almost shameful look upon her face. One of her hands slid gently into that wild brown hair to caress the smaller woman. All thoughts of scolding Lena for leaving her so soon had already vanished as she returned the cheerful smile.

"It's okay dear, I'm so relieved that you are well. Pray tell, what is Widowmaker doing here with you, unrestrained?"

McCree was grumbling quietly. He would've already been strung up by one ear…

"Why she's my captive, she is! Amélie was supposed to kill Hana, you know? But she couldn't bring herself to do it, so I made her switch sides!"

The doctors eyes went wide with disbelief. Not only hers. One of Winstons big brows furrowed and the guardsmen around her mumbled among themselves. The Widowmaker had spared a victim, that was completely unheard of! Normally the only thing that Widow had left for the doctor to do was dig a grave.

She looked up again, studied Widowmaker and decided to leave Lena there to come closer. Step by step it was easier to make out those blue features.

The whole procession was dead silent, waiting for the doctors appraisal.

Hana was clinging onto the French woman, even though it looked like it really should've been the other way around. Widowmaker was shivering all over, observing with badly veiled fear what would be happening to her. She avoided Mercy's gaze. Was that shame in her eyes? There were signs that she had cried. A lot.

If what Lena had told her was right, she quickly guessed that Widowmaker was suffering from conversion disorder. Mercy couldn't believe her own eyes. A therapy plan already formed in her head out of habit.

"Please don't hurt her Mom! She's good now!"

It was Hana pleading, interrupting her thoughts. There was a second until Angela fully understood. The implication stung. She had drawn her blaster pretty quickly there, hadn't she?

"Please Angie, we can do zat later! We have a patient that needs you!"

The doctor was overwhelmed, breathing shallowly.

"Y-Yes… yes there was that. Let us tend to that first."

The tension in the hangar let up.

Another development chapter!
Somebody noticed that I wrote Reinhardt wrong all this time, how awkward!
Do not fear dearest reader, Widowtracer smut will return in the next installment ~
Still pining on the threesome option. Feedback appreciated <3