Roadhog had finished his paperwork and walked to the common room, finding his future little charge standing up with her chest puffed out, proudly covered in bills while Lúcio and Zarya were throwing more on her, 'making it rain' while Hana filmed it on her phone.

"Do I even want ta know?" he asked.

"Yeah, yer kid got lucky on her first bet." McCree answered, "And Rat got lucky and got ta French Symmetra. Overall, it's a lucky day for Junkers so you might wanna buy a lotto ticket." Hog let out a snicker as he scanned the room, expected to see his boss blissful on his bum on the floor or couch somewhere, only to see he was absent from the room entirely.

"Where is Rat?" he asked.

"He and Torb went to make her a piggy bank." Hana informed him, not looking away from her phone, "and without Symmetra and Brigitte to supervise, it might not be something we should take shopping with us tomorrow." It took him a moment to remember Mercy getting a text while they were working about taking Molly clothes shopping tomorrow.

"Is that alright with you?" she had asked him after showing him the text. He had nodded, "Better if she's with you lot than me or Rat. Someone'd prob'ly call th' coppers on us if we went with 'er into a clothing store fer kids." He reasoned.

While the two of them had been told to be very good when going into town and to not draw attention to themselves, (which did not need to be said to them, they knew how to lay low and not get in trouble… they honestly just usually preferred getting into trouble. More fun.) He and Rat were not people who looked like they should ever go into a store aimed at children. They were dirty, shifty, scary and usually shirtless, (so many places gave them crap for that last one, you have no idea) and that's not what parents liked seeing when trying to buy clothes for their kids.

"'sides, me 'n Rat don' know anything 'bout girl's clothes." He pointed out, "So you all'd be helpin' us out. Jus' let me know how much ya spend 'n I'll pay ya back."

There was another ding on her phone and she had looked at it and smiled like she knew something he didn't, "I don't think you have to worry too much about that." She assured him.

Now her comment made sense.

He looked at McCree, "How much?"

"Yer girl won…" he paused and looked at Lúcio, "How much was it again?"

"A hundred seventy six euros." He recited, "Mostly in ones, not bad since she only bet her tooth fairy money." Roadie smiled proudly under his mask before asking Hana to send him that video she was taking of Molly, "I'm live-streaming." She corrected, "But I'll send you the link." She then turned her phone around so the camera was aimed at her face, "That voice you all just heard? That's her dad." She said, motioning for Molly to come over and show a picture she had drawn of him, her and Rat to the camera, the trio surrounded by vividly drawn explosions and dead bad guys, one still on his hook, "And trust me when I say, your dad cannot beat her dad. Or her uncle."

"Nope!" she agreed, popping the 'p' with a pleased smile. Hana turned the camera back to herself and said, "This is , Lúcio, Zarya and Molly, signing off!"

"Bye!" her co-stars said with a wave before she stopped recording. She tapped at her phone and, a few minutes later, his tablet sized phone dinged. He pulled it out to find two links, one was called 'Money Styling' and the other 'the Mini Junker's Making it Rain.'

"Money stylin'?" he read, unimpressed by the name.

"She didn't have enough room in her pockets, so they attempted to style her hair with euros first." Morrison explained, Hog letting out a snort of laughter when he finally realized that not only had the man been here the whole time he'd been there, but that his hair had been styled into two pathetic pig tails with tiny pink, sparkly scrunchies, "Eventually it just became Molly doing McCree's and my hair for the internet to enjoy." Hog looked at McCree, who pulled his hat farther onto his head, embarrassed.

"It would have looked better if you did not refuse a full make over!" Zarya proclaimed. Hog was now laughing hard enough for his tattoo to start bouncing, "Too bad Rat wasn' here, he would've been th' perfect distraction you could use ta get away!"

"Oi! 'M roight 'ere." A familiar accented voice called, making the others look up to see the two craftsmen standing in the doorway, a metallic pig with a curly tail under the lanky Junker's metal arm as they joined them, "'N th' most I'd let 'um do is me nails." He informed them, "Need a touch up anyways."

Hana and Zarya perked up at this and Hana blurted, "We'll do it when we get back!"

"We should buy many colors," Zarya recommended, "For a nice variety to choose from!"

"We can paint a bomb on them!" Molly suggested, "Or make a big fuse going all through his nails!"

"Loike th' way ya think, Molls!" he said, ruffling her hair a bit, pulling out a bill and handing it to her, "'n 'ere, Torb 'n me made tha' piggy bank fer ya ta stuff yer cash in." he said, handing her the metal pig.

"Just be careful, little missy, the tail is a laser." The metal smith warned as he hopped back onto the couch, pleased with their work.

"Cool!" she exclaimed as she shoved the cash Junkrat pulled out of her hair into it. It let out a little oink, making her squeal with delight before she began pulling money from her pockets to stuff into the slit on the top, excited as the pig started to sing for her. He looked at Rat and saw the flash of his red tongue and gold as he snickered and thumbed back at Torb, silently informing him whose idea that was.

Hog gently patted her on the head before informing them that he was going to rest up for a bit and asking them to keep an eye on Molly.

"We got 'er, mate." Rat assured him. After giving a grunt in reply, he began making his way back towards his room, seeing Hana checking her phone out of the corner of his goggled eyes, she smiled broadly before proudly declaring that, "We already have ten thousand hits on the first video!"

"Seriously?!" Lúcio cried, excited as she passed him her phone to show him.

"Is tha' good?" Molly asked as Zarya plopped down behind her and began to help untangle another bill from her hair for her to put into her new piggy bank.

"Huge!" Hana replied, throwing out her arms as if to show how big, "I mean, my fans have been asking for more videos with you in them after those lets plays we did to teach you math and how to read…"

"Those were fun!" Molly recalled, "Can we do some more?"

"Sure!" Hana happily agreed, "How about when you're done feeding your new piggy, we'll go to my room and pick another game to play!"

"Okay!" the child agreed, encouraging Zarya to go faster as she carefully pulled another note from her hair as Hog left the room, still smiling.

He never thought he would have a kid, via adoption or otherwise. Figured looking out for Rat would be the closest thing he'd ever have to taking care of a child. But he filled out the application and he, or rather, 'Makoto Buto' (Seriously, Winston? Seriously? You gave Junkrat the believable fake name of James Fisher but he's fucking Makoto Buto? Yeah, no one would make out his real identity easily with a name like that with his picture on an ID card! Come on…) would soon be a temporary guardian… if they approved of his application…

He fiddled with his chain a bit with his fingers as he turned the corner, Mercy had told him to answer truthfully to all of the questions (except for the 'have you ever been convicted of a crime' ones, best to just lie for those ones and move on), but most of his answers had to be severely 'edited' by Mercy and Ana to help his chances. And while they had assured him that he'd probably be approved, he still felt uneasy.

After all, he still had to provide a picture of himself, sans his mask (did not like that), and normally he'd have to send in his fingerprints too, but apparently Mercy told them that he had some rare condition where he had no fingerprints, so he had gotten off easy there. But he doubted the people at child services would look at his picture and go, "Yeah, this bloke isn't at all frightening and seems like a swell guy! Let's allow him within a hundred feet of a young child!"

''M so fucked.' He thought to himself as he rubbed at his forehead, only to remember that his mask was in the way and groaned. He needed to get his mind off of things for a while, but he doubted continuing the book he was still reading would help.

It was a lovely tale that basically mirrored his own damn life right now, only it probably had the happy ending of the main character adopting a kid and ending up with the lovely child care lady who came to check on them and become a family while his application for temporary guardianship would probably be burned upon opening, ending his never-happening fantasy right there and then.

He considered picking another book to read, but had a feeling that when it came to it, he wouldn't be in the mood to start a new story. He doubted tea would help, had plenty of that earlier (along with the single beer Rat had given him) and it was all caffeinated (to help him stay sharp and focused), so he wouldn't be able to take a nap…

Maybe a shower?

Yeah, that sounded pretty good right now, to be honest. After Oz went to hell, he couldn't do that any more, clean water was for drinking, not washing. So when he and Rat left Junkertown for good and ended up in Sydney, he'd had his first shower in years, and damn did it feel good. He could use something like that right now.

He made it to his room and picked up the shower tote he had been given when he arrived and made his way to the communal showers, nearly bumping into Symmetra on the way in as she appeared to be leaving, "Oh, my apologies," she said, "I didn't see you there."

"First toime anyone's told me tha'." He said with a chuckle. She smiled at that too, surprisingly, even let out a chuckle as she swapped arms to hold her bag with, him noticing a dark gray smudge on the blouse, he pointed to it, "Guess ya ran into Rat?" he said, already knowing the answer.

"What?" she said, her face pink as she looked down at the stain and pouted, obviously only noticing it now, "I'm going to have to do laundry again today…" she groaned.

"Don' worry 'bout it, you girls are takin' Molly shoppin' tomorrow roight? Jus' buy a hose ta chase him 'round with." He suggested, making her laugh, "I'll think about it." she promised as she moved to let him thorough, he thanked her and walked inside, ready for a good scrubbing.

He removed his clothes and walked into the shower with his mask still on. He kept the water cold, hissing as it hit his skin. While most people would go for hot showers, he was a large man who was often moving around and had spent years in the heat of the Outback and worked with a pyromaniac, so he was a sweaty, sweaty man. And the cold water always felt so good against his skin, it was refreshing and as he began to lather up his very large washcloth, he remembered his mother again. He remembered her pressing cool, wet cloths on his face when he'd come home crying after bullies would make fun of his short height and wide girth and gently wipe away hot tears, dirt and sometimes blood. She would always speak to him in a soft, gentle tone when he'd wail about always being alone, "Mako, you are a very sweet boy full of talent and I promise that one day, very special people will see that and want to be your friend and always stick by your side." She would tell him, then add, in a sweet voice, "But until then, tell me who hurt you so I can wreck their fucking shit for laying a hand on my baby."

He chuckled at that, she had wrecked their shit. She always did. Didn't know how she always managed to be so small yet so tough, but she was. He scrubbed himself as his mother's words bounced through his head.

Now that he thought about it, she had been right.

Although, the first person who ever immediately saw him as a friend was a mad bomber roughly half his age, and at first he'd never even accepted him as a friend back, he only saw him as an annoying client. It took a long time for him to see that Rat really did accept him for who he was and always had his back… (even though anytime they were in serious shit, it usually his fault anyway) He never took his silence as a bad thing, he just kept talking (and talking, and talking, and talking…) and he never judged him about his 'softer' likes and hobbies, even enjoying trying to bag a new plushie from a claw machine with him or asking him how his book was on more than one occasion and even borrowed one or two, usually returning it after a day of trying to understand why the people in it were acting the way they were, but he had tried and that's what counted. He also always kept his beloved motorcycle in great shape and enjoyed going for rides with him, never complaining that he was going too fast or anything, he actually seemed to enjoy that immensely, which was great cause one of Hog's favorite things to do was go blazing fast down a road to who knew where and it was nice having a friend who enjoyed it just as much as he did.

He always swiped him snacks from the kitchen when pork had been served at dinner to keep him from starving and when he had been pessimistic about being able to keep Molly, Rat kept trying to find a way to let him keep her, even offered to hold the child services place hostage until they let him adopt her if they didn't accept his application after he told him that Mercy would help him with it. (It wouldn't work and they both knew it, but they both also knew that Rat would still try it if they couldn't think of anything else.)

Even when he found out that he'd been in the ALF, he had only been mad for a week before telling him that, after thinking about it, it didn't really matter what he did back then. It wasn't like he could change the past and it hadn't been as if he'd ever let him down, so it didn't really matter, he was still his friend and he still trusted him. And while he did his best to hide it, he was completely and utterly grateful for having such a good friend. Not that he'd ever tell Junkrat that, it'd go to his head so damn fast he'd be halfway to getting himself killed before he'd even finish talking.

He rubbed his fingers through his hair as he washed it, chuckling. After the omnium exploded, he felt as if he could never be close to anyone ever again after what he had helped cause. But Junkrat, Molly, and now everyone else here was making that feeling go away. He was wrapped up in this odd Overwatch family, and he actually was happy that Rat hadn't listened to him when he said not to take this gig. He'd been right, this place was good for them, not just to go legit, but for so many other things too, he just hadn't seen it at the time.

He toweled off, feeling a lot better about everything before getting dressed again and walking back to his room to get his book.

"Hog! Hog!" he'd heard a familiar voice call as he turned around and looked down at the little girl by his feet, holding her new piggy bank up for him, "Look! Look! Hana gave me a sticker to put on ma new piggy bank!" she said excitedly, pointing to the bunny logo that the MEKA pilot used for her online persona on it.

"Looks noice." He said, making her smile proudly as she admired the new addition on her newest possession before telling him that she was going to put it in her room and running over to it.

She stopped in front of the door, hesitant, before turning back to him, "Do ya really want ta be ma Dad?" she asked so softly he could hardly hear it, but he could tell based on her posture and expression that she was… was she nervous?… did she seriously think no one would want her, just like what he had been thinking about himself for years now?

He walked over to her, knelt down, smiling under his mask as he gently pulled her into a hug, "'Course I do." He assured her as she carefully put her piggy bank on the floor before hugging him back, shaking a bit as he felt hot tears against his skin. He gave her a very light squeeze and murmured soft things to her, letting her let out all the pent up fear of rejection she had probably been holding onto all day, before lifting her up and picking up the metal swine on the floor before asking, "So, did Torb tell ya how ta start th' laser?"

She wiped at her face and nodded, "Yeah, he said tha' it starts automatically when ya go for th' plug at th' bottom. Th' real way ta open it is ta press it's nose 'n bills come outta it's mouth." She pressed the nose in and the mouth opened, letting a few bills poke out, "Fer change ya poke one of th' little hooves." She added as she pulled out the euros and closed it's mouth before shoving the cash back in through the slot on the top, giggling at the oink her pig sang when she did.

"Huh." He said as he stood up and walked her to her room, "So, wanna explain ta me how Rat managed ta kiss Symmetra 'n what you bet on ta get this much cash?" The ankle biter's face lit up as she began telling him from the beginning, "Well, it all started when..."