You don't bother to look back when you hear them call for you, their distressed voices echoing through the hallways, trying to call you back. But for what, to tell you that your life is hanging on a thread? No thanks, you didn't want their pity, their empathy would only make you feel weaker. There is no point of returning, nore do you see a point in trying to calm yourself, this was all too much. The reality of a soon death began to settle in like a needle inching under your skin painstakingly slowly, agonisingly shoving itself into your flesh until it pricked your organs apart; a slow death. Your weak legs manage to carry you for quite some time, far out into Gibraltar rocky paths, away from the headquarters. Finally stopping your race against yourself on top of a far of cliff, the rough salty wind feels so irritating against your dry skin, waking you up from your anxious thoughts obscured by the fear of imminent death, by the loneliness inside.
You sink to your quivering knees, staring of into the roaring ocean crashing against the steep cliffs below. The rolling waves seems soothing to you, so strong and yet soft, the spume flying high against the honed, edged rocks you were seated on. The orange glow of the glimmering sun was close to vanishing behind the horizon, the warm rays stroking over your skin gently, giving you the peace you need to clear your thoughts. So this was going to be your inevitable fate, dying a miserable death through radiation poisoning at any point in time from this moment onward.
Which made the whole thing worse, was that you didn't feel like you were slowly decaying, like death was looming over your shoulder with icy breath. Hell, you could barely feel any different to normal, was this really how dying felt like, maybe Angela was wrong; maybe her calculations were faulty. What could you do now, it all seemed so hopeless. If even Angela, a groundbreaking doctor, capable of replacing nearly an entire human body, couldn't save you, no one could. This harsh reality made you suffer beyond comprehension, it all seemed so wrong, out of place. Pulling your feeble legs to your torso, head rested on your knees, eyes still fixed to the tender glow the sun left tracing along the horizons thin lining.
It reminded you of home, the Outback had a lot of these sunsets, hot and bright. Had almost forgotten how much you loved these sort of evenings, and how little of them you probably had left. It's a long time in complete silence until you hear a familiar, cherished voice breaking the dreaded silence again. "I knew i'd find ya here. Seemed like a good place ta sulk." the high, scratchy tune resonates in your ears "Go away Jamison, I don't want to talk right now." You whimper with dry throat, pulling your legs closer to yourself, hearing his voice makes you even more sad. Every word reminding you of who you would leave behind, how could you see him in the eyes when you knew it would make him suffer under your state. And you knew, even he would forget you once you were dead, everyone would eventually banish your ghost from their brain to find quietude over your sorry fate.
You jolt up straight when his cold, metal fingers slide along your waist, pulling you closer from behind until your back is rested against his chest. "No need to talk, just wanna be close to ya darl. I presume ya might need some warmth..." Jamie whispers close to your ears, his hands softly holding on to your unsteady frame. You give in to the affectionate embrace, leaning against him firmly, allowing his head to rest on your shoulder. It was good to remain perfectly still, only enjoying the scenery and pondering about how depressing the reality was. It's delightful to have Rat there the longer you think about it, the sheer existence of him here so close to you made you feel like life isn't completely of the rail. "Um, Jamie, thanks for well, being here. Your right, for once, it's good to have some warmth." You mutter with a upbeat voice, rubbing yourself against him tenderly.
"No need ta thank me, I don't even know what to do anymore. How is this all going so wrong? I reckon fate just hates our guts." Rat whimpers, pushing his lips against your neck with a comforting touch "That makes two of us, this is all so messed up. I never thought that it was that bad, I never thought I was this severely ill. But apparently...Death is already knocking at the door." You groan soberly, letting your hands run over his legs which are wrapped around your waist closely, as if you could fly away if he didnt latch onto you "Listen Mouse, whatever happens, we are gonna make this worthwhile, right? We're a team after all, we've been through worse ya and I, partners in crime and everything else. We've survived hell and back, and ya will survive this as well." Jamie announces with a unsteady voice that is drained of most all his usual cocky confidence, his face nestled against your shoulder. But at least he's trying, and that's deeply appreciated at the moment.
You take a moment to think about it, trying to understand what the best answer might be. At this point trying felt so needless, like a waste of efforts and energy, your life was so close to the edge, what was the point? And apparently, that attitude was written all over your pale face "Mouse, love, cmon, cheer up. I can't stand seeing ya like that." Rat coos silently, the sadness in his usual lively voice taking a cut in your soul, you hated hearing him like that, it was so far of his usual tone "Im trying, I really am. It's just, it hurts, everything about this feels like a kick in the gut. Why, why now, why now that I have something to live for? Couldn't I have just stayed in the Outback, alone and unaware, at least I would have died without any of these...regrets. I don't want to leave you behind here." You turn around carefully, eyes fixed to his ember ones with alight motion.
"It scares me, death scares me, I never thought about it to hard, but now the idea terrifies me to the core. Also, I can't just leave you here all by yourself, I couldn't forgive myself if I did." You sob with tears assembling in the corner of your eyes, mutely biting down on your lower lip "Dont say that Y/N, please don't. Ya know it's not your fault, and I won't blame ya, how could I even dare?" Rat huffs, he seems oddly anxious all of a sudden, like the whole situation hit closer to home as you had presumed. Maybe he was more of a human then you gave him credit for at times, he was just another broken soul, just like you. You knew it troubled Jamie, the shocking change of lifespan for you in particular was probably a grim reminder for his own mortality.
"But-" You try to rebuttal, before abruptly being cut of by him placing a firm hand over your mouth "Don't say that, please whatever you want to say, don't say it." Jamie mutters with a harsh voice, pulling you closer to his mellow skin "All I want is you for as long as I can, didn't ya tell me one time, make the moment last rather than the promises for the future." His voice seems so genuinely sweet, you are astonished he could ever harm you, how this one mind held so many faces; each one so unique and lovable for their own twisted way. "Heh, Surprised you even remembered that garbage, it seems like forever ago now." You push yourself closer to his face, fingers tracing along his chin with tender touch, sending that lovely smirk to his lips "Course I do, i'm not that much of a dimwit. I always like it when ya speak, it shows me that ya care, and that's a rare treatment for me." He wits with a almost victorious tune, placing a kiss on your frail cheek.
You wrap your arms around him, a sly smirk finding your expression again, maybe it wasn't all that bad after all. If all else failed, you at least had someone by your side you adored with a deep passion, if it all came crashing down at least you weren't alone; at least you would get a gravestone here "Hehe, till death do us part then?" You mutter with a jestering tune, the morbid joke enough to make him chuckle "I guess so, but dont think imma let ya die that easily." Jamie wisecracks with a chipper tune, kinda marcarbe in this situation, but you had started; laughter was a good method to avert the agony of mind. You snuggel yourself closer to him, such a affable trace of touch "I am afraid you will not have any control over my fate, not this time." You whimper before playfully licking along his neck, his skin shivering at the unexpected touch of the sultuary muscle.
Jamie's fingers cheekily brush over your head, tugging your hair enough to make you whimper low tunes "Maybe, but that won't stop me from trying." Jamie jesters with a almost childish stubbornness in his voice, you could tell this was tearing him apart inside, the knowledge that he would lose you sooner or later without him having any word in it was heartbreak "Just promise me once im gone you will keep that stupid grin of yours. Even if im gone, please don't ever lose that." You demand with sickly voice, trying to lighten the general mood "Ah, don't worry bout that, imma never lose that. As a matter of fact, I don't even notice it sometimes, just happens, same with the giggling; I have no control over that a times." Rat answers with a confident tune. It was a relief to you he couldn't feel the same sorrow you did, would probably make all of this so much worse, having him was just such a gift for your general state of mind.
Both of you remain like that for quite some time, forgetting the night falling over your heads like a thick blanket, like time was irrelevant. "Anyway, what is that thing about the mission Angela was talking about?" You ask him after awhile, you needed a different topic of conversation right about now "Well, from what the doc told me, the commander needs every recruit on the base to help out in some sort of mission outwards. There is a sort of Omnic uprising someplace in Europe." Jamie explain with a stern voice, gaze fixed to the deep, dark sea just over the cliff you were seated on "I see, an actual mission then." You mutter, the idea of being caught in the crossfire of battlefield struck fear into you relentlessly "I guess so, gonna give those bolt buckets the shock of their life." Jamie declares with a almost delighted tune, you could tell he felt so much more excited about this than you "Hehe, just stay close to me and it should be alright." He adds with a toothy grin stitched to his face again "Sure, you need someone to look over your pretty face." You tease him, poking him in the side, making him jump a bit.
You instantly snicker at the sensitive reaction, this boy never failed to surprise you with the various widespread reactions he had in different situation, like his character had no shape or form. "Hey, I can take care of myself." Rat huffs with petty voice "Not without your prosthetics, so I guess it might be good to have someone to take care of you." Your voice rebuttals playfully "Nah Mouse, I have good old Rodie for that, so you better not worry bout me to much." He answers with a stubborn assertiveness to his words. You smirk with a happy snicker, closing your heavy eyelids tiredly "Whatever, maybe I just want you close to me" You both remain comfortably intertwined, silently staring at the star scattered skies overheads, they seemed so endlessly bright and yet their light was cold.
"Um, Jamie, I have a little question. If I do die soon, could you please stay here, with Overwatch?" You mutter, rubbing yourself against him to regain some warmth "But why? No need ta stay here without ya love." Rat whispers with a bitter voice, you can hear that he is deeply frustrated with you requesting something like that "Because I want you to live out a proper life, stay here, make a name for yourself, hell show them what you can do. I don't want you to get arrested, shot, or even executed if you go on with your...criminal tendencies. But if it's really that horrible here for you, I suppose I can't stop you." You murmur with a somber tune, the idea of that would be to much to bear, you loved him too much for that fate to occur. "I don't want to promise anything darl, but if it makes ya happy, I will try." Jamie hums soothingly, somewhat resembling the sound of the coarse waves. "Thanks Rat, I appreciate the courage." You thank him lovingly, resting your heavy head to his chest.
"Have you ever wondered how death feels like?" You randomly ask out of the blue, the question seemed to bewilder him a bit "Not really, but if I had a guess, it is probably pretty fiery. Like, hell is probably nice n warm, maybe kinda like the outback..." He explains, making yo chuckle to yourself "Yeah, there is probably a special place in hell for the both of us." You announce snuggling to him harder "The throne?" Jamie wits with a high voice, his fingers tracing over your hips affectionately "Of course, I didn't dub you king Jamison the first for no reason. Come to think of it, you'd be the hottest demon ever." You jester chipperly, kissing his collar endearingly "Hehe, well thank ya dear, you'd be pretty smoking one as well." Rat declares, pulling you closer by the hips making you laugh lightheartedly "Who knows, I will be waiting for you in the underworld then, just, make the most of life without me." You add, getting a chuckle out of him "Don't say that Mouse, maybe ya can live longer than ya might think." Jamie whimpers with a irritated voice, softly nibbling on your necks skin "Sorry, guess the idea of certain death makes words become reckless, like consequences don't exist or are so minour." You mutter with a sly grin throning on your chapped lips
"Silly girl, don't make me grow more attached to ya, or I won't be able to ever sleep alone again." Rat announces with a downcast tune, wrapping his arms tighter around you. You nuzzle your nose against his chest, kissing along his chest, skin quivering every time you touch him "But I just cherish you so much, so, so much. You know that better than anyone else." You wimmer, causing him to wrap around you harder, squeezing your ribcage and restricting your breath a bit "I wish I could say the same, that I could love you the way I know I should." Jamie murmurs, smoothly kissing your neck passionately, his excited breath enough to make you feel fuzzy inside "Don't stress yourself Rat boy, I adore you either way, no matter what you can or can't feel." You chirp happily, all you need is him close to you, everything else hold irrelevant. If this was what love felt like, you never wanted anything else for the rest of you miserably short life.
"Hehe, ya know what Y/N, I don't regret anything in my entire life right now. Ya know why?" Jamie asks with a cheeky voice "No clue, let me in on your little secret then." You tiredly encourage him with a sweet tune "Simple, because it all led up to being here with ya. And I think I never felt so effortlessly at ease then when im with ya." He declares with a adoring voice, swiftly giving you a peck on the cracked lips, making your heart skip a short beat. He could be so adorable when he tried, when it matters he could be such a charming boy; but those instances were far between and a rare treat. "Why so cheesy all of a sudden Rat? Are you ill or something?" You joke with a jocular tone, making him smirk playfully "Dunno, just felt right." you are astonished to see a light red tint on his cheeks, that was new from the usual twisted expression, almost like you were breathing some emotion into him, some dim light of a soul, of humanity. Yes, that was wishful thinking, but maybe the apparent death sitting on your shoulder made you a hopeless optimist.
You push your feeble frame onto his with a sudden vividness, startling him a little bit "M-Mouse, what are y-" Jamie murmurs before you shut him up with a tender kiss, pressing yourself to him with the remainder of your strength. Your fingers promptly wandering to his willowy waist, pressing over his abdomen and chest with kind strokes, causing him to groan quietly under your every fleet touch. The way he chuckles into the sudden kiss makes you feel so frisky, he was just the cutest thing, and your worst nightmare, what a odd fusion. But as soon as your cold hands slide to his hips, carefully pulling on his belt, you can sense him trying to shove you aside desperately, breaking the kiss doing so rather abruptly. You stare at him with curious eyes, raising a eyebrow in confusion "Oi, what do ya think you're doing there doll? I thought we wanted to listen to Angela for once." Jamie huffs with a panting voice, sending a wicked smirk to your face. Was he really going to try? Huh, curious, since when did he care about what Angela Ziegler had to say?
You were curious now, how far could you tease him before he gave in, it seemed unlikely Jamie would put up much of a fight if you really wanted something; but it was too tempting not to try "Cmon Rat, one quick little cheat day before the week starts, promise I will make it worth your while. If I die, I want to do so with thee taste of your tongue." You jester, kissing along his bruised shoulder, making him snicker steadily "That's rather morbid love, fucking someone who just learned of a lethal illness seems...kinda morally reprehensible." Jamie ads, licking over the crimson scabbed cuts on your collar, making them tingle under the mellow temperature "I know, I know, but I just thought maybe that would keep my mind...occupied." You purr into his ear, gingerly biting along the lobe, making him jolt and twitch. It's to bewitching how sensitive he is under your touch, how could you not adore everything about this twisted boy?
Jamie pulls your unsteady body closer to his whilst you get comfortable on top of him, teasingly rubbing your hips against his "Hm, aren't you just the most adorable thing when your turned on." You whisper into his ear with mellow breath, your fingers quickly pushing against his abdomen, making him flinch awkwardly "M-Mouse, you tease, and people say I am the sinful one. I see what ya are trying here, and i'm not gonna let ya." Rat jokes with animated voice, nibbling a few of your cuts open "Hey, I just cleaned that up." You hiss, sending a smirk to his lips "Does it look like I care dear?" He asks with a wicked slur, licking the small drops of red from your collar.
You whimper feebly under the warm saliva dripping down your torso "So sweet, I wish I could just tear you apart and keep ya all to myself. Then no one could bloody complain." Rat murmurs with a menacing tune, making you shiver ever so softly "Now you just sound like a serial killer." You mutter, ruffling through his hair.
"Well, technically I am." Rat chuckles with a chipper tune, he was right, damn it, you really needed to watch your comments. Only made you feel like a horrible human for loving who you did. You carefully sit up straight on top of him, ridding yourself of the loose hanging shirt you wore. Jamie keeps his ember eyes tracing along your torso, hands caressing over your texture with ludic motions, stopping at your hips with a firm grip. You cheekily rub yourself against him as your fingers swiftly tugging at the textile of his camo shorts. Chuckling to yourself upon noticing how hard he was you brashly lick over the bite marks you left on his chest "And I thought I was the desperate one." You mock him with a bratty voice, earning yourself a low groan from him "F-Fuck, please dont do this ta me." Jamie mutters coyly, tugging at your pants impatiently "That's a good boy, I taught you well. Now then, do we have a agreement?" You hum victoriously, letting him remove the rest of your uniform from your body as you mimic the same with him.
Pressuring yourself tighter to his quivering skin, your hands taking their sweet time to trace along his torso, you were determined to make him beg for it this time. You had set him up so nicely, wouldn't want to waste that chance, besides; you loved his muttering voice when he accepted his defeat for once. His fingers quickly make their way to your hips, sliding them over his as if drawing out how to best fuck you later "Cmon sweetheart, don't make me wait. Ya know what ta do and ya do it so bloody well." Rat hushes at you with a hustled breath, the overly energetic smirk on his face making your chest feel tighter, so gosh damn hot. No, you were going to make him as desperate as you could, this was a test you put up for yourself, how long could you wait this out, and most importantly, how much you could make him suffer for it.
"Patience is a virtue Rat." You whisper with a bratty voice, tenderly pushing yourself against his crotch with a evil smirk, making his expression grow noticeably confused before the realization struck him "Oh I see how it is now, ya wanna make me entreat a bit, ya wanna hear me give up eh?" Jamie hisses knowingly, making you shudder harder, he was smarter than his jittery nature let on. Before you even get to protest however, he harshly grabs you by the wrists, swiftly making the two of you switch places, foiling your plan as quickly as it had formed. Your skull pushed against the cold grass below, his warm body closely looming over yours, and that misstated, ill smirk again. This was not part of your grand scheme, someone had a shorter fuse than you expected "Newsflash love, I am not one ta play like that. Ya did this once, and im not letting ya do it again; it's enough ya heard me beg once." Jamie coos melodically, with a almost hissing undertone covering the piqued breathes, rapidly panting through his ragged teeth.
"It was worth a shot, just wanted to make you squirm. Your so lovely when you're all fired up." You admit with a arch tune as he tetchy rubs his cock against your stomach "To bad, shoulda known I am not one to wait." Rat snarls with a vivid tune, licking along your heated cheeks. You shudder at the unexpected touch, why did you let your guard down again? Whatever the case you were to unsteady to struggle back even slightly, he had a astonishing strength in his grip. "Well damn, im not going to complain, give me your worst then. Make me cry for you one last time before we take our little break, I want you to make me miss your every touch." You hum with kittenish tune, making him laugh hysterically "Ya are the best darl, now open your pretty legs so I can make ya scream a bit. Promise I won't go easy on ya again." Jamie snarls with a simpering groan, making you shiver tenderly, he could be so charming if he wanted something.
You obediently let his hips slide between your trembling legs, making him sharply breathe through his teeth, swiftly biting into your shoulder with a quick motion; leaving you little reaction time. Your fingers burry into his back, probably leaving more than a few deep, red lines, maybe even gashes behind as he lets his sharp canines sink into your flesh. "Hehe, fuckboy, you're really coquettish when your turned on. Can't you just fuck me like normal people would?" You tease him as his pointy fangs pierce under your skin deeply, making you groan in agony as you sense him drawing blood. At this point you are pretty sure that both your shoulders are full of lacerations anyway, scars to remind everyone who caught a glimpse of them who owned your heart "Shut up slutty girl, you're the one to talk." Jamie growls with a excited tune, licking the blood of your skin from the fresh wound, you barely noticed him biting you so hard.
Freaky, how come you had grown so ignorant towards this sort of pain, was it becoming a habit or was the radiation poisoning getting to you already? Also, how come he was still calling you names like slut, bitch, whore, and so forth. Maybe it was his definition of pillow talk, or maybe it simply turned him on whispering such vulgar words into your ear; to degrade you a little playfully "P-Please just fuck me already, I get it, never going to tease you ever again. I'm not in order to be the one who gets to make demands, lesson learned, no more acting up." You mutter while thrusting yourself against him impatiently "That a girl, ya know what I like ta hear." Jamie whispers with a pretty tune, placing his tip at your soaking entrance carefully, the smirk on his lips overbearing any other form of emotion.
You silently whimper as you feel him slide into you with such ease, the weird noises from your body sending a shiver down your spine as he hits your cervix. "Hehe, someone has started to get used to me." He purrs with a lustful groan, making your face heat up even more out of pure excitement "No wonder Sherlock, you have not been especially careful with me." You mutter with a high tune as he zestfully pushes against your sweet spot before you get to speak any further, making you tremble violently. "I know, I know, sorry doll, ya have just been to tempting, being all touchy and begging, couldn't resist beaking ya a little. Seemed like ya needed some manners." Rat answers with a brash tune, roughly sinking his jaw against your neck again.
You flinch a bit as you feel the edges tear under your skin, the torment every bite gave you was just numbed by the adrenaline shooting through your veins mercilessly. Every single hint of pain reminding you, your not dead yet, you still feel "T-Thats enough, im begging you, you're going to incapacitate my shoulders completely if you keep that up." You stammer with fleet words leaving your quaking lips. Not attending any sort of response you stubbornly decide to mimic him out of pure notwithstanding, slyly pressuring your jaw against his neck, this was just going to be a bloody mess and you didn't care. Jamie rousing continued thrusting into you with rawkus, random jolts, making you jump every time he hit your inside walls. The comforting dull pressure making you black out all those spiteful thought, drowning all those fears in favour of savouring the moment, that fleet moment of temporary paradise.
Twitching and drooling was all you could manage to do at the moment, well, besides biting his neck and shoulders into a red chaos of roughed up skin and gorey mess. The warm, thick scarlet emanating into your mouth make you forget how much agony your own shoulder was put through at, neither of you were being particularly aware this time around. And frankly, at this point you had no reason to care, your body was a wreck anyway, no need to look after it anymore; you could shamelessly ruin it. Come to think of it, you would rather have died from blood loss then from radiation poisoning, and if it was by jamies hands, at least you didn't need to feel bad for leaving him behind. No, what the hell were you thinking? That was a horrible idea, the trauma that would put him through would be dramatic to say the least. You would die when the time was right, and you would keep fighting till the light in your eyes went out, you owned that to Rat.
When he does finally lift his jaw from your paralyzed flesh, you do so as well, allowing the both of you to take some necessary breaths of sweet air. Your eyes quickly find his glowing ember ones, staring at each other with wide smirks and panting breath. It was all you needed to know you were still on the same page, this was a game, a sick game of emotions and bodies; but a game nethertheless. You chuckle skittishly, ignoring the sharp pain in your entire physike, maybe Angela was right, you were dead sick and didn't even have enough awareness to see it. It feels like eternity you remain like this, just having your back thrusted against the cold grass beneath as the coarse, salty water from the ocean stings into your open wounds. Your fingers are still busy scratching Jamie's back open with every time he pushes into you deeper, your eyes basically permanently rolled back into your skull.
His hot breath glued to your collar, occasional throbbing his blood dripping tongue into your drooling mouth. You begin to think it would have been smarter to have stayed in the Outback with him, you could have just lived in blind ignorance to your condition, doing stuff like this every night without any consequences. On the other hand, back at home you didn't have such a lovely view, so it was a good trade of in your book. You had lost of how many times you had cum at this point in time, your body twitching and contorting relentlessly anyhow. Rat also has had his fun with you, the sticky strands of milky cum already dripping down your thighs as your insides were completely filled. You were not particularly astonished he had this much energy, it's not like he had warned you about a million times. You're shoulder, collar, chest, and generally anything except for your face his greedy jaw could reach was bitten open in some shape or form, ranging from disgusting flesh wounds to mild scratches.
You didn't persay mind to much, this was too much ecstasy to think in a straight, logical, manner. all you really needed to understand were the vulgar things you moaned into each others ears from time to time in between the pleasurable screams and groans.It had been a long, long night for the both of you, the outside airs cold brush blustering against your sweaty skin. This was probably not your smartest idea, you would both hopelessly been worn out by dawn. But you both were to addicted to the tense feeling followed by the endorphin rush every time the other one utterd their name against the tortured skin. And you had to admit, no matter how much this hurt, if you could this would be all you did till you dropped dead. Rat was damn right that it was morbid, completely immoral to fuck someone who was so close to certain death, but it was to riveting not to.
Besides, you were madly in love with that mischievous smirk, his hoarse voice groaning your name, and most importantly, that sick head attached to his pretty frame. It was only when you noticed the sun appear from behind the horizon as it's golden reflection shimmered in Jamies eyes that you noticed what a mess you were, tired and drained from all energy to move a single muscle viber your body inhabited "H-hey, Rat boy, w-we should take a s-short break." You manage to stammer with a slurring voice in between the panting breaths you took in irregular patterns "Why that? Let's just stay here forever, just you and I. No one can take you away from me here, all mine, all mine forever and ever." He chuckles manically, still not letting up on the indefatigable thrusts.
"W-We still have t-training today, w-we should get some r-rest. Or do you w-want to get in trouble with G-Gabriel not showing up f-for training?" Your voice trembles with almost croaky tune, you barely had the power to form sentences with your drooling mouth "Riiiight, training, almost forgot about that." Jamie mutters with a irritated voice, he was even less organised than you, how was that even possible?
You groan with a affectionate tune when he pulls out of you, it felt so odd without him inside of you after the night, the thick strands of cum sliding down your legs almost instantly "Would ya look at that, filled ya up real good." Jamie mocks you with self content voice, his hands stroking along your sweaty chest, brushing along the deep wounds and hickies that cover almost every inch beside the already existent cuts. "Cmon, lets get going, we are already late." He mutters rising to his feet surprisingly fleetly, getting dressed casually. You groan with a tired voice, how was he still so awake after all of...this? You were happy if you could even walk in a straight line, or stand up for that matter. Unable to even sit up straight, Rat notices your faint struggling, chuckling amused with what he had done to you. "Oh dear, seems like I overdid it with ya feeble body. Ya really should tell me when ya had enough next time, cuz doll, I can't tell." the aussie chirps, helping you to your legs with great care, making sure you had time to get accustomed to your own trembling legs again.
You're entire insides feel messed up somehow, sore and throbbing with dull aches, sending occasional waves of pain to your head like a ill reminder of how hard you had been messed up. Jamie doesn't even seem to notice how badly you chewed up his shoulders, nore the deep, partly still blood drenched gashes on his back. Looking at your fingers timidly you notice the crimson accumulated under your nails, you didn't even comprehend how harshly you had scratched him up, must have been the adrenaline. He snickers at the disbelieve in your face as you eye your fingertips, nudging you in the elbow playfully "Told ya I had quite some energy. And about the gashes, don't even worry bout it, imma be fine; been through worse." He brags with a knowing voice, aware it would guilt trip you even more severely, before placing his arm under yours to support your feeble body to stand up straight.
"Let's get going before the the doc gets upset." Jamie suggests casually, brushing through his hair to order it in some way or form before you both stumble along the stoney path back to the base in the dim morning light. "Yeah, she will definitely be mad, just look at the bloody mess you...we made." You mutter, she will be annoyed, and that was a massive understatement; the doctor would be absolutely vexed. Especially after what you promised to her, it would probably be a fiasco. Maybe you could just tell her it was only the biting and just leave out the sex, that would at least make her believe you had not violated her simple request already, for some reason you didn't want to disappoint her like that; she had proven to be a good person, someone to trust and treasure. After all, you owe her your life, your scarce health, and another chance.
Once back at the HQ, the first worried face to great you was Angela. Speak of the devil, you whimper to yourself as she stumbles towards you, the eyebags hint you she didn't sleep much either. "Y/N! What the hell happened to you? And Jamison, you look horrible as well, what's with all the blood?!" Her shaky voice shrieks, placing her hands over her mouth "H-hi there doc, I can explain." You murmur with tired voice, still leaning to Rat for support "Come with me right now, you can't go to training like this. What will your comrades think?" the doctor announces sternly, tugging the both of you along all the way to her sterile office with hurried steps, shutting the door behind you with a hard slam before starting to rant energetically and louder than usual "What the actual fuck!? Are you two serious? Look at yourselves, you must be completely mental." She growls whilst gathering various supplies from her drawers and cabins around the room.
"Gone all night, worrying me sick, and then you come back looking like this?! Like, seriously, this is not acceptable anymore. You are going to kill each other if you keep this up, you can be lucky you didn't hit any major arteries." Angela keeps up her angry demeanor, beginning to patch both of you up with stitches, creaman lots of disinfectant. You and Jaime exchange a few guilty looks as the petite Swiss lady grumbels a few very angry German sounding curses, cleaning the extensive dry blood from your body "Y/N, Jamison, you can't keep doing this. Especially you Y/N, you are already weak, no sick, and this blood loss will just make matters so much worse." The sudden worried tune in her voice makes you a bit empathetic for her, you know how much she cares, and your recklessness is probably a heavy hit for her.
"Sorry Doc, I...No we, completely overdid it." You mutter whilst the sting of the strong alcohol based solution clean out the deep gashes on your body "I can tell, how do you even live under such circumstances, I just don't get it." Angela's bitter voice answers, Rat on the other hand was holding back a laugh, you could tell he is deeply aused with her worry "In my defense doc, I needed something to avert my rather depressing thoughts, certain death is a heavy topic to deal with...And I suppose physical pain makes it feel better." You whimper with a weak tune as she moves on to stitch up Rat "I know, I should have been more careful with that information, Jacks irrational behaviour just really got to me. And still, he won't listen to me, I just can't persuade him to let you sit this mission out; he is dead set to take you when they head out to set up the defenses." She growls, the spit in her voice cold and hateful, she is really mad at him.
"Ah, don't worry bout it doc, imma take care of me little Mouse." Jamie chirps which oddly enough places a faint smile on her lips "Thats a relief, take good care of her out there, I don't think she could take any major injuries without...severe consequences." Angela's voice is sorrowful and cold at this point, but she knows it can't be helped. It takes quite some time until Angela is satisfied with her work, making sure every single laceration was meticulously closed up and certain to heal up properly. "So, all done, the two of you should get some rest before we start training for today." She glances at her wrist watch with fleet eyes "In three hours at the usual grounds, and dont be late, Gabriel has overworked his training methods on my demand." The docs stern voice announces before leaving the room in a dash, she probably has a lot to prepare before any mission in a few days.
You take a hearty sigh, leaning back onto the operation table, the cold metal almost feels soft, like your skin recalling the touch of grass. Jamie scoots closer to you with the usual chipper smirk, swiftly lifting you up into his arms without any warning, causing you to yelp in surprise "Rat, what do you think you're doing?" You complain feebly, pushing yourself against his warm torso to not fall down ungracefully "Nothing special, just trying to get ya some rest." He answers before placing you onto the red sofa carefully, cuddling beside you with a quiet chuckle. You let out a long yawn, placing your tired limbs around him with low energy "Thanks, for everything. I will really miss that the next week." you're sleepy voice manages to slur already drifted into a half sleep.
"No problem dollface, sorry I kept ya up all night, even if I knew ya were already weak." Rat whispers with a gentle tune, stroking a stand of tangled up hair out of your face "Don't be, was the most fun I had in ages. Honestly, I would have been upset with you if you would have been careful with me, it would have only reminded me of how frail I am." You excuse yourself with a silly smile "Oh, one more thing..." You murmur with a sweet voice, eyes already closed "What is it sheila?" He purrs with a coarse tune, fingers warmly stroking over your side "Love you..." You're voice hushes affectionately, and before you knew it, you were caught in a deep slumber. You didn't get a reply, and you didn't want one either, you hated him lying anyway.
It's to the sound of buzzing engines and the chattering of several unknown voices. Your sleepdrunk gaze scans around your position and close proximity, as far as you could tell you were already in the ship that would take you to the mission. Peering around you quickly found yourself still closely wrapped around Rat, must have carried you here asleep, bless this dirt boy, what would you ever be without him. "Ah, look who's awake." He snickers with a high spirited voice upon noticing you waking up, giving you a short peck on the cheek "Hehe, guess so, how long have I been asleep?" You murmur, rubbing the sand out of your sore eyes, the dusty air in here was kind of depressing, the fellow agents including yourself, all closely seated together on long benches.
"Maybe for eight hours, had ta carry ya around the whole time." Jamie brags, failing to sound humble, making you chuckle affectionately "Thanks, appreciate the effort, I owe you one." You buzz thankfully, nuzzling against the crook of his neck "We should be there soon, can't wait ta help the scraps into the light." Jamie giggles with excited voice, his fingers shortly twitching energetically, you envied the enthusiasm. As you shard none of his spirit in that regard, the battlefield terrified you. You knew you had little to no fighting chance on an actual battlefield, even in training you had gotten lucky, but you felt it in your guts; it would be different this time.
"Wish I could say the same, because honestly, my damn hands are shaking." You utter nervously, several worst case scenario flashing past your inner eye. The mere thought of someone close to you potentially dying alone on that field, it made your gut wrench. "Ah, don't be so pessimistic hun, promised to take care of ya out there. Ain't that right Rodie?" Jamie announces, only now making you notice the huge man seated next to the two of you silently. Your surprised he didn't make a fuss about Jamie carrying you around, maybe he just gave up on arguing with you at this point, seeing you were dying and all... Also, Mako knew damn well you were hard to convince of anything. "Yes, yes he did, and I will make sure he keeps that promise." Hog grumbles under his mask, sending a toothy grin over Rats face "Don't be like that mate, ya know i'm great at looking after people." He announces with a far to certain voice, almost making you chuckle at the falseness of the statement.
"You're not, that's what worries me." Mako rebutels with a annoyed grunt "But I will be sure to stay around you, so you both get out of there alive. Just stay close by and don't do anything stupid." It's not all to long when the nimble shaking of the ship silences, landing with a soft jolt before the doors open with a mute motion. The first thing you realize about your new destination is the icy wind blowing past your skin, making you shiver at the touch. "Hooly dooly, would ya look at that." Rat mutters, clearly not to appreciative of the climate "Is that snow or cocain I see?" You grunt irritated, so this was Europe during winter? Your fellow teammates are already leaving the ship through the landing doors, all in full coats and gear. One of them stops decide you abruptly, noticing the unfitting choice of clothing the three of you have "Oh my, someone didnt read the mission file..." The small lady mutters, pushing her smart glasses onto her nose.
"Um, mission files?" You ask timidly, giving her a helpless look "I see, new recruits." The chinese accent in her quiet voice is kinda adorable you think to yourself as she hands the three of you backpacks from above the storage department "Here, these should have all you need, and hurry, we need to set up before the resistance reaches our coordinates. The omnics wont wait for us." She announces sternly "Thanks a lot lady, may I ask your name?" You quickly ask before she leaves you alone again "It's Mei Ling, pleased to meet you." She shyly answers , a sweet smile on her porcelain face, making you reply with a cheeky smirk as well. She was kinda cute with those red cheeks.
Before long you find yourself in full coat and gear, relieved that at least one of your fellow recruits was kind enough to be watchful of your rookie mistakes. "Hehe, we sure are lucky at times." You announce to Jamie who is still trying to figure out how to put on a scarf properly "Yeah, would have frozen on the spot if it wasn't for the little lady. Were damn lucky we ran into the sheila." He replies with a amused tune "Where exactly are we anyway?" You ask quietly, poking your head outside the ships entrance wearily. The white landscape was foreign to you, almost intimidating how alien the harsh cold was on your skin, this was so much worse then London a while back.
The outside is disgustingly cold and grey, the snow softly floating to the ground in thick flakes which accumulate on the floor. "Would you get a load of this, never seen real snow before." You mutter, fascinated with the white sheet crunching under your boots, childishly walking patterns into the malleable ground. "If only it wasn't so freezing me ears of." Rat mutters, slowly but surely mimicking your curious exploring of the cold new weather. "It's fun though, like sticky sand." You hum with amused tune, taking some of the material into your hands "True, but that still doesn't answer where the bloody hell we are." Hog complains, looking around with the same bewildered look as you, this is a odd place even for such an experienced man.
The buildings somewhat resemble the ones in London, but it's all covered by the snow "That would be Germany, Berlin to be exact." A familiar, stern voice announces, making you turn around to see the commander approach "Oh, hello there Jack, didn't see you since..." You mutter, but don't dare to finish the sentence "Since you betrayed us? Yes, it's been a while." The blond man grumbles, but he seems to be over the whole thing by now "Anyway, get going, help the other set up camp before it gets dark." He commands the three of you, pointing over at the group of recruits and more experienced members.
"But it's barely four in the afternoon, we have plenty of time." You notice with a confused voice "Here, the sun sinks at five to six, so hurry." The man announces with irritated voice before making his way towards the others. You give Jamie and Mako a concerned look, they are about as clueless as you, but to dodge the soldiers rage you decide to go along with the orders given. Once caught up with the rest of the group you quickly find someone to help, Angela, who is busy setting up the medical station. "Oh hello there dear, mind giving me a hand?" She chirps, waving you over to her swiftly. You obediently help her set up several odd contraptions and order supplies into portable cabins orderly.
Angela seems surprisingly calm about the whole situation, but then you recall that she had probably done this a million times, she was so much more experienced on the field then you. After all, this was your first mission, and it scared you senseless that you would need to fight. "Um, Doc, about the mission. What exactly is our goal?" You asks randomly while assisting her to fill several syringes with clear liquids that had the most confusing names labeled onto them, penicillin and more. "Ah, didn't you read the files I sent you?" She mutters, before realizing the silliness of her question "Oh i'm terribly sorry, I had forgotten you don't own a phone, excuse my clumsiness. Anyway, about the mission. We are here to fight back a omnic uprising that has been reported to approach this part of the city." Angela explained patiently, assorting various sizes of scalpels and other equipment on a metal plate next to the makeshift operation table.
"I understand, and what will I do in all of this?" You ask timidly, trying to undermine the trembling of your hands, you were terribly anxious about the whole thing "That's a good question dear, I have already discussed this with Morrison. I could convince him that you are unable to fight on the field, but rather assist your teammates with medical support." She explain, making you tilt your head awkwardly "Umm doc, you do know I can't practice medicine to save my life." You try to explain yourself "Ah don't worry Mouse, you don't need to do any operations. All I need you to do is give basic help, patching up flesh wounds, giving painkillers, the basic stuff." She declares, probably far to optimistic.
"But Doc, I can't..." You stammer, but are cut of by her handing you a white bag with a red cross stitched to it "No complaints Mouse, I don't want to have you on the front lines. I prefer you helping others then getting yourself into danger." Angela says assertively "No listen, I need to stay with Jamie, I promised. I need to fight." You complain, taking the bag regardless. Inside you find what you expected, well assorted medical equipment. The Swiss lady rolls her eyes, sighing deeply frustrated with your stubborn behaviour "Alright, they might be able to take better care of you then the others, but make sure to put your own well being over theirs. I can't let you die here...I dont think I could take that." She mutters, placing a gentle hand on your shoulders.
"I couldn't stand to lose you Y/N." Angela ads with a sad voice "You know I can't do that doc, if it comes down to it i'll protect those who I care for... but I will be careful, I promise." You announce chipperly, saluting her with a proud voice before making your way out of the clean white tent with a dash. One outside the cold wind roughes against your cracked skin, making it ache softly, this temperature was a real challenge for your sickly state. Stumbling around the tents wearily you recognize several familiar faces, Overwatch agents as well as fellow Blackwatch members from training. They all great you with friendly faces, you can tell they are trying their hardest to make you feel welcome and secure on your first mission, something you can appreciate deeply.
It's not long until you come across the person you have been looking for, Jamie, who appears to be busy some sort of tent. You sneak up behind him quietly, the snow almost giving you away as you prepare to give him a little shock. "Boo!" You squak behind him, abruptly shoving him aside by the shoulder. Rat jolts up at the cold touch, almost dropping the heavy box he is carrying "What the hell Mouse, ya got me there." Rat chuckles in good humour, nudging you in the shoulder "Hehe, you look pale Rat boy, need some warmth?" You tease him, poking him in the side.
Jamie carefully places the box aside, allowing his cold fingers to grab you by the waist, abruptly pulling you closer "Still don't have enough after last night? I thought I made sure ya would be worn out." He purrs, gently pressing his frail lips against your neck, oddly cold to the touch "You know I would never get tired of you." your bratty voice coos, letting your hands travel to his hips, such a sweet, familiar scent on his skin, intoxicating to say the least. If you could you would just never let go of him for the rest of your pathetic, shot lifespan "Hey, get to work you lazy scamps! We have no time for you childish games." A cold voice mutters out of the blue, making you reluctantly part your embrace.
The person who had called out to you appeared to be your boss, Gabriel Reyes, who was also busy carrying around supplies, a dark glare fixed to you "Um, sorry commander, right away." You grumbel, trying to not sound irritated or cocky, he was your superiour after all. "Yeah, yeah, less talking, more doing." He declares demandingly, leaving you alone again. You chuckle at Jamie who is quick to join in "Hehe, someone is not to happy with us." You announce, playfully sticking out your tongue at him "Seems like it, let's get this place up and running, wouldn't wanna sleep outside in this weather." He declares before turning back to his work, animating you to help. You take your sweet time to set up everything, carrying around supplies and necessities for basic survival.
You were close to being done when you sense a short tap on your shoulder, making you twirl around abruptly "Hola chica, long time no see. Seems like you got around by yourself." The smooth spanish accent makes you smirk brightly, you know exactly who it is "Hey, Shadow, what are you doing here?" You chirp, excited to see her again. She smiles slightly, giggling at your excited behaviour "Calm it dear, I work here with Blackwatch. And don't call me Shadow, it's Sombra." She mutters, still keeping her cheeky face "Alright, alright, just happy to see you here." You chirp sweetly, you had no idea that she was in the same organization.
A sudden short realization hits you, if she knew your location back at Kings Row, and your plans of the Heist, why didn't she inform the Overwatch HQ? She had all the information to fôil your entire heist in one swift decision, she could have saved hundreds of lives...But she didn't. Even the the curiosity makes you a little giddy, this woman was a real mystery "Anyway, good luck with your first mission. If I can give you a small tip, keep away from the Omnics, they have no mercy. Not even with sweethearts like you." She ads before leaving you without a word goodbye. Strange lady, you didn't even get to ask her about the Kingsrow heist.
You make your way back to Rat, who is already busy setting up some sort of workspace. Several surprisingly well kept tools and materials scattered about in boxes, blueprints rolled up, messily tossed into a corner. As soon as he takes note of you a wide, toothy grin flashes over his lips "Ah, finally, a face I can appreciate." He jokes, swiftly walking over to you standing in the tents entrance with a sweet smirk "You're a idiot Rat, there are plenty of nice people around here." You huff as his arms sling around your waist, his sharp face inches apart from yours "Is that so? If ya ask me, the only person I want here is ya. Besides, who else is gonna look at me so adoringly except for ya? " He chirps, the warm breath from his mouth clouding up in the cold air.
"Silly boy, you're to cute." You coo skittishly, placing your forehead against his, chuckling quietly "Excuse ya, i'm not cute, i'm anything but cute." Rat complains with irritated tune as his feeble fingers run through your h/c hair, flashing you a toothy grin to show of his sharp, jagged teeth "Hey, Jamie, don't you dare die on me out there, I think I couldn't ever get over that." You murmur with a somber tune, swiftly placing a kiss on his lips "Imma be careful, but you need ta be as well, don't know how I would react to losing ya doll." Rat chirps with a tender tune. The silence is short lived however as someone call out to you from outside the tent "Mouse! Rat! Get moving, the omnic troops are approaching!" A excited voice yells, making you flinch up, your body trembling, not sure if because of the cold or the fear. Jamie takes note of your state, empathetically patting your head "Don't worry yourself darl, I will make damn sure the bolt buckents won't even get close to ya." He hums sweetly, placing a peck on your pale cheek, however you still feel a bizarre cold in your every viber.
Before you know it you find yourself hurrying through the already darkened streets, the snow still falling from the sky. You and a little group of agents are stationed close to a blocked up street, the barbed wire making it nearly impossible to breach your position without. You cower behind a concrete block, hands shaking every time anything makes a noise, your jumpy state seems to be a great amusement to your teammates. "Ah Y/N, calm down a bit, I know it's your first time out here, but no need to be so terrified." One of the soldiers jokes, making the other one slightly chuckle in agreement "True, lighten up kid, you don't need to get involved with anything, just make sure to keep us fixed up." another one ads, reassuringly smiling at you.
This is all so weird, why the hell were you so scared? You had no reason to right now, the fighting hasn't even started and you were already a nervous wreck. The only one who seems to be having a splendid time, was no one else then Jamie, who was still busy placing several landmines all around the area surrounding your defense station. You hate him not being here, somewhere you can see him, look after him if anything goes haywire. The darkness falling over the city makes the surrounding even colder, making your skin crawl, this was creepy, the tall, dark buildings looming around so ominously. All of a sudden you hear the sound of gunfire in the distance, making you jolt up instantly, they were close, to close for your liking.
"Ok everyone, to your positions, hold strong friends!" The commander of your group yells, setting everyone into movement. The soldiers all take their positions, facing the direction the gunfire has come from. You peek out from your cover, the street you are supposed to keep blocked still empty, earily empty. "Keep put, these things are cheekier than one might think." The officer shouts, the soldiers placing their guns up in synchrone movements, waiting for something to appear in front of them to open fire on. You hate everything about this tense atmosphere, and Jamie, where the hell was he. You pull the bag Angela had give you close to your torso, nervously latching onto it like it could protect you.
Seconds later you hear a sudden loud, almost shrill, noise of metal rubbing against each other approaching. But something is horribly wrong, this sound didn't come from the right direction, it was directly behind you, and not on the other side of the blockade as it was intended. You barely managed to call out word of warning when the first shots are fired with deafeningly loud noises, followed by the terrified screams of your fellow soldiers as the bullet hit into your backlines. No time to react properly, you somehow manage to roll into cover again, followed by a few of your teammates close behind "These bastards, ambushing us like the coward machines they are!" Your commander yells out, the chaos that was beginning to spread was terrifying.
Your shaky eyes wander around the battlefield, horrified to spot a few of your men laying in the snow face down, tinting it in a crimson red. You shut your eyes tightly, the sickness arising in your gut only fueled by the death around. Back tightly shoved against the cold concrete block, a hand full of other soldiers shooting over the block, shooting at whatever it was that had attacked you so cowardly. "Hey, Mouse, get going, there are people that need you now!" One of them calls out to you, making you snap back into reality, remembering why you were here in this first place. You look around hastily, seeing a few injured soldiers with bullet wounds in their arms or legs, groaning in agony.
Hastily you manage to make your way over to them without getting shot, swiftly pulling them into cover before getting to work "T-Thanks, I own you one." The soldier murmurs, trying not to cry out in pain as you retrieve the bullet from his torn open flesh, making the wound bleed even more "These fucking omnics, cowards, all of them." He curses as you nimbly patch him up with quaking fingers "How did they even get past us, I thought we had all streets covered?" You mutter, inserting the syringe into his arm, the painkillers were probably a saving grace for this poor man "I have no idea, but if it is what I think it is, they have already rolled our first defenses."
You shudder nervously, running over to the other injured people screaming in anguish. Even after what feels like hours you are still not done, like stuck in an endless, hellish cycle of running to cover, taking care of more tormented souls every time "We need to fall back, they are to many, we are all going to die if we don't back up!" You suddenly hear your commander call "Everyone who can still walk, retreat!" These words terrify you more then anything you could have imagined, heart pumping hard enough to feel it in your dry throat. Fleety helping a few of your commerads to their legs you begin to fall back, weary never to leave your cover.
Almost out of fight, you can clearly hear a sudden, close, clanking of metal right behind you. Scared for your life you try to sprint of into a nearby alley without looking behind, but the horrifically hard, cold grab of a metal limb holding you back by the arm; janking you backwards cuts that plan short. Petrified, you remain paralyzed and still when the harsh grip lifty you a few feet from the ground effortlessly, you groan in agony, everything seems to be quaking in your wide open eyes. The creature, or omnic, lifts your feeble fram to what you presume to its face. The four legged thing has four red lights on it's squared face, no emotion, only cold metal, how you hated these things. It lifts it's over arm close to your quaking face, it's only know it's not a hand but more of a portable machine gun. "P-Please, no, not like this..." Your voice stammers, tears rolling down your coarse, cold cheeks.
The omnic makes a few noises resembling whistling, reloading the gun regardless of your pleading before placing the barrel to your head again. Your eyes squeeze shut tightly, teeth rubbing against each other, so this was it, your end. After all this madness, this would make it all go away. Awaiting your fate silently you are astonished the soulless thing that had already killed so many of your fellow teammates in this ambush, was hesitating to unload a few bullets into your skull...Why did it hesitate, did it purposefully torture you? It's in this moment you can hear a painfully loud explosion, followed by a hot gust of fiery air brush past your face, before the thing lets go of you abruptly, sending you to fall into the cold snow below.
Temporarily deafened by the blow, your vision blurry from tears, you need a moment to assemble your senses again. The omnic averts it's attention from you immediately, trotting to the source of the fiery blast, making your jumpy heart skip several beats as you laid there panting in the snow. That was absolutely horrifying, your body still unable to move as if in shock, and even the calling from your fellow soldiers isn't enough to raise you to your feet again. It's only when a unexpected supple tug on your arm lifts you to your quaking legs, you begin to run again, what even was reality. "Come on love, it's ta early for ya to die on me." A familiar voice chirps, breathing some life back into your wreck of a person.
"Jamie, thank god you are alive, I thought i'd never see you again." You manage to stammer as your tall grown friends pulls you behind cover again "Your not getting rid of me that easily, besides, ya looked like ya needed some saving." The aussie brags, still trying to catch his racing breath. Your eyes quickly scan over him, shocked to find the horrid condition he was in. Burns, deep gashes, and several smaller lacerations scattered over his skin, making your stomach twist a bit "J-Jamie, you..." unable to even finish your sentence, you reach into your handy bag, now happier than ever to have that thing "We have no time for that Y/N, come on, we need to leave before the scrap heads come after us." He tries to convince you with sickly voice, worrying you even more.
"Shut it, I am the one who decides if you are in the condition to fight or not..." You defend yourself with quaking voice, placing a rather strong shot of pain numbing medicine under his skin with quaking hands. Rat whimpers softly, reaffirming your unease "B-But Mouse-" you cut him of rather rudely, but your not in the mood to argue with him at the moment "I said shut up, i'm trying to work here. The others are already gone, and I am not risking to lose you, I couldn't forgive myself." Your quaking voice declares as you stitch up the worst wounds, stopping the majority of the bloodloss.
Once the worst was fixed up and the painkillers had begun to take effect, you hurriedly rise from your cover, Jamie following you close behind. The omnic resistance had not caught up with you yet, leaving you barely enough room to escape through the various connected pathways and streets. You can barely feel your fingers or any part of your body for that matter, the cold had really gotten to your already weak physike, and the stress wasn't helpful either. Your haisty escape is however cut short again when you pass another street blockade, rather close to the home base you were headed for, as a shockingly large group of omnics marched past the dimly lit street. Fleety grabbing Jamie by the arm, you hide out in the shadows of a alley, no one even dares to breathe as the pass.
The entire street block was littered with corpses and crimson red snow, seems like you weren't the only team that got ambushed so disgustingly, it was pure luck you were still kicking. Rats icy cold fingers tightly hold onto your shoulders from behind, the excited breaths every time another omnic passes by, you can tell he wouldn't want anything more than to blow every single one of them to smithereens. You tremble softly, you hated every second of this, you never wanted another mission ever again, this was hell, all about this was traumatizing. You could barely imagine how that must have been for Jamie in the Scrapyard for the first time, all that death and imminent threat, all whilst a crowd chanted for blood and guts. You can only imagine the gory horror. As soon as they are gone, and you are sure they are out of your close proximity, you silently motion Rat to keep following you.
Creeping over the bloody battle field, trying to not look at the dead eyes of the fallen agents, picturing yourself in their dead eyes; you didn't want to risk recognizing any of them. Jamie on the other hands seems...almost normal, like this is the most mundane thing ever, like the dead people on the floor are mere stones on the path. You are almost back at the base, you can already hear the excited voices from the surviving soldiers. Certain you were in close proximity of safety, you pick up your running pace instead of cowering along cover. Jamie follows your example, when you hear another horrifying sound. "H-Help, ple-ease don't leave me behind." a weak voice calls from somewhere down the dark street. You stop in your tracks, looking around wearily when you notice a horrifically injured soldier laying in the snow, his left leg missing from the knee downwards.
You shiver at his state, throwing Jamie a helpless look "I need to help him, you go back to base and I will be there soon." You stammer "No, I am not leaving ya here." Rat whimpers with a worried face, tugging the sleeve of your jaket "Just let em here, he's a goner." he ads, but you swiftly shake him of "Go to Agela already and get patched up properly, I will make it quick." You whisper before you are already on your way to the wounded man. Jamie reluctantly keeps making his way to base, you can tell he isn't to approving of your recklessness. The wounded soldier gives you a thankful look as you kneel beside him, pulling out your medical supplies "I owe you one Mouse." The man stammers with a sickly voice as you fix a tight bandage around his leg, trying to stop him bleeding out before you reach the base again.
You hurry to get him up to his one leg, assisting the soldier to the closest alley "Ok, wait here, I will be back for you, can't carry you to the base alone." You stammer with trembling voice, struggling to carry your own weight. "Thank you, so, so, much." He whimpers, leaning against the wall you placed him against. You are back on your way to the base with a quick step, you wanted nothing more then to leave this place behind for good. Actually, you wanted to leave Gibraltar all together. Maybe it wasn't too late to just escape with one of the cargo ships and return to your crime spree, or even return to Australia. Yeah, you couldn't bear doing this another time, you wanted to be alone again, you wanted nothing to do with Overwatch and their heros...No, you only wanted to be out on the road with the one person in this world that made you feel like you were alive.
You were far from your destination, barely seeing the dim lights of the improvised base shimmer through the snow floating down on the graveyard that were these streets. But your trip is cut short once more when you discern a sudden noise come up behind you, a horrifyingly familiar clanking sound of metal; a omnic. It's unblinking eyes stared at you for a moment, and in the dim flickering of the streetlighty you could barely make out it was a OR15 unit. As it raised it's heavy gun to face your direction, you don't have enough energy to sprint behind cover before you hear a few stray shots hit the walls beside you. In shere panic you merely manage to to take a few haisty steps when all of a sudden there is a harrowing pain piercing through your stomach and chest area. Sinking to the snowed over ground as the stray bullets pass right through you, you don't even get to scream before collapsing onto the icy ground; your knees scrape open on the stone pathement.
Spitting out a mouth full of blood you try to call for help, for anyone, anything..You didn't want to die alone. Not here, not like this. Hands holding onto the gun wound in your stomach you look around with horrified eyes, there was nowhere to hide, and no one to save you this time. The mortifying realization was slowly seeping in, that this was it, that this excruciating pain would be the last thing you would feel.. The only sound is your own sharp breaths and the omnic trotting past you down it's previous path again, like shooting you was a mere chore, like your life was worth nothing in it's eyes. So this would really be your end, after all those years fighting against the world, everyone including your own rotting body, some omnic scum would be what kills you.
Laying in the beautiful snow, the pain all you could feel, and that thought of being alone again. At least you would leave this world the same way you had entered it, covered in blood and all by yourself. And still you didn't want to close your eyes, as the strength was leaving your body one hurried breath at a time, you had promised to fight for the only person who was ever close to you; so you waited. Dying here, alone, in the cold, never expected this to be the way you ended. Your hands still desperately trying to conceal the blood from leaving the wound, the warm touch of your own lifeblood warms up your freezing fingers, reminded you of all those times you could touch human skin. So warm, mellow and comfortable. You would have killed to get that one more time, just one last pathetic touch.
"Mouse!" Was someone calling for you, or was it your imagination pulling tricks on you "Mouse, no, no, no..." Again, a familiar voice, one you had held so dear for the shorter part of your life. You almost can't believe it when Jamie collapses next to you on the snowy deathbed that was this street, he looked so pale in the low moonlight. Maybe you were just imagining it after all, a dying brain could be a cruel trickster. "Don't close your eyes, you hear me Y/N, don't you dare!" His panicked words make little to no sense to you anymore, the blood loss was to blame this time "H-Hey, don't cry Rat, no need for that..." You manage to stammer, your blood smeared hands brushing over his cold cheeks, finally some warm skin under your trembeling fingertips.
"Smile for me, you know how much I love that." you add with a sickly voice as your unsteady fingers brush the tears from his face gently, mixing them with crimson. "Please don't say that, don't leave me, I-I don't want to be alone again. Just don't close your eyes." Jamie mutters, forcing a shaky smile to fulfill your simple request. You lean your lightheaded skull back against the cold floor, eyes still fixed to his ember ones with hazy vision, you could barely make out his face through your own tears. "You know, I always loved your eyes, never got around to tell you. Better late than-never." Your tired voice murmurs, forcing a short smile onto your icy lips "P-Please dont...Y/N, please, im begging you, don't die. I need ya more than ever, please, not now.." His raspy voice trembles violently, pulling your feeble, cold body to his for a tight embrace.
"Angela will fix you...she has to. Just don't close your eyes." He cries quietly, trying to lift you up, but the deep wounds on his own body force him to his knees again, tearing them open in the process "Shhh, Jamie, please don't hurt yourself. It's too late for me, no need to hurt yourself over a lost cause." you mutter, feeling the salt of your own tears sting your cracked lips with a burning sensation "B-But you will die if I dont-" Rat tries to protest, before you swiftly grab his collar to pull yourself close to him, placing a tender kiss on his lips; ignoring the blood you smeared onto him onto him in the process. What a delightful feeling such a simple kiss gave you even now was beyond you, even so close to death his taste was enough to make you feel warmer. "S-So be it then... At least I won't be all alone." You groan as a sudden wave of pain makes you shudder again.
"No...no,nonono. Dont leave me, please, anything but that. I can't do this without ya Y/N." his voice sounds so empty right now, repeating those words over and over again like a record on repeat, his warm body closely pressed to yours to grant you the little comfort he can. You can feel the cold spread in your body, heartbeat dropping steadily, vision blurring out. No regrets, not a single one, except that you leave someone behind. You wish you had more time, one more minute, one more second; but you knew you were out of luck for the first time in forever. The last words that leave your broken lungs are a simple weak "Be strong where I couldn't." before you close your eyes for a well deserved, eternal rest.
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A snow coated street, the blood of fallen soldiers splattered onto the white blanket, like a morbid canvas of death itself was laid upon this scene. War never changes, people either live to tell the tale or die on the way; their sacrifices forgotten with the time. On the sidewalk there rests a sobbing figure hunched over the cold body of someone they held dear to their heart, pale as the moon itself. The cold howl of wind not enough to hide the cries of someone who just got their heart impaled by fates harsh hands, left alone with only the memories of the person they called their friend. Beside that however it is silent, dreadfully silent on this clear skied night. Fate can be so cruel at times, and tragedies can be so sweet, but this story isn't quite over yet, just because one heart stopped to beat, the other one; though broken, still has a chance to learn there might be another way then hatred for the world that took the one thing they could learn to love.
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