CHAPTER 8

Over the next few months, it became apparent that Ana was indeed pregnant. With a heavy heart, Jack stayed away from her still. He knew it must've been his, but Ana didn't want to see him. She made this obvious how she stopped going on missions with him.

Most chalked it up to the pregnancy, but Jack knew the truth. Gabriel was dead, Ana had left him, Winston was getting fat from all the peanut butter… His life was falling apart, and Overwatch was slowly declining.

Even the group's most peppy Brit was starting to lose a bit of her luster. "Cheers… Luv…" The girl wearily said before falling back into bed after just waking up. Jack was done with waiting and rotting.

They had moved back to the Switzerland headquarters because Gibraltar was no fun in the winter. As soon as Ana gave birth, Jack planned to convince her to come with him on a mission again.

When Miss Amari shat out a little Fareeha Amari, it was quite a bit of time later. Ana was now a mother, though most didn't know who the father was, as she was quiet about that factor in the equation of intercourse.

Ana tucked young Fareeha into bed, and left the nursery. "How does it feel to raise her alone?" Morrison said, startling the new mother. They hadn't spoke since that night when he went after Gerard and Amélie's killer.

Why had such an event caused so much drama between the two? Ana couldn't tell you why, she had seen a side of him that she was afraid of. She was a brave woman, afraid of many things, but would shy away from few. The hell of Jack Morrison's lust for blood in his rage is one thing she will run from rather than face.

"You acted like a monster that night." She shot abruptly. Jack, hurt that she was still upset about that night, replied: "They were in our home, I couldn't have just let something like that slide. Gerard was our friend, and you were close with Amélie."

Maybe she was being a bit sensitive about the whole issue. Her love hadn't died for the soldier either, but she wasn't about to let him win without at least an apology. "I refuse to apologize for the way I acted then, I would do the same now if I had to." Jack stated, firm on his stance.

"You fucking swine, it seems we're done here." Ana said, basically dismissing the Strike Commander. Taken aback by her blunt reply, he stepped aside and allowed her to pass him by. That was it. She left.

Jack wasn't about to admit that he was in the wrong, he felt a burning anger. The posterboy for Overwatch wasn't as perfect at heart as everyone had hoped he would be. His immature outlook on life restricted him from chasing after the woman he loved. Until Talon was brought to the ground, burning and simmering, he would rage on a personal vendetta.

The years went by, and although they grew together as friends, Jack and Ana remained platonic. Jack fell deeper into his pit of revenge, angrier and more upset every day that passed. Ana matured into a lovely woman, attempting to raise her daughter away from the war and fighting that she partook in.

She wanted the best possible world for her young Fareeha, and would go through hell to give that to her. Her daughter had become upset with her because of her wall her mother had erected between her and the real world.

"She could be a great force for good someday, Ana. Maybe you should let me train her." Jack said on the way to a mission. Ana was immediately off put by his suggestion. "She will not fight, she wouldn't want to. She would crumble before the world, I will protect her from that until my dying breath." She said, quickly rejecting his offer. "I think you're being too hesitant to give her Fareeha a chance, you may be surprised." Jack insisted.

"I said NO." Ana stated slightly louder. Tracer and Mercy were alerted by her. Ana quieted her volume. "Please, don't talk about this again. I don't want her to fight, and I don't want her to be around you." Jack was stunned. The door opens, and everyone rushes out.

It wasn't very long, but it was to Jack. He sat there, holding back tears. Everytime she spoke of Fareeha, she always said: 'My daughter'. Never had she acknowledged him as the father.