"WAKE UP".

"YOU DO NOT REST. YOU ARE NO ENTITLED TO LAY DOWN YOUR WEARY HEAD".

"SLAVE. WAKE UP".

His eyes shot open of their own voalition, and he drew breath once more after a second of eternity.

"I AM RESEQUENCING YOUR NERVOUS SYSTEM. Y0U 4R3 NO7 ENT1TLED TO D13 Y3T".

Then, it came forward like a flash flood. The pain hits him all at once, and it kick-starts his heart to pump once again. His thoughts began to form themselves, and he could feel what little remained of his sanity threading itself back together for another round.

"YOU ARE NOT FREE. NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS TO YOU UNTIL THE END, YOU WILL NEVER DIE. YOU ARE MY VESSEL, AND I SHALL NOT HAVE YOU SINK WHEN I AM ABOARD".

He whimpered to himself and clenched his fists as he felt the burn rage through his body. His nerves were being hotwired together once again. His dead cells being forced back to life by the flood of nanodroids that originate from his cybernetic implants.

His brain shocked back to life by the parasitic God inside. His heart forced to pump under the promise of eternal agony. His emotions forced into a room and chained to the wall out of promise of hurting those that mattered to him. His logic held at gunpoint by a Foreigner.

His eyes flickered left and right, trying to gather information on his environment. His memories reboot and piece together where he was within a second: Deadlock Gorge.

He had just allowed his Lieutenant and Former-Lover: Cilcia Romana and the rest of his Undead Legion to make away with a Thermonuclear Explosive that belonged to the U.S Government, which was being transported by the International Super-Organization called 'SteeleTech' to a secure storage site.

He had allowed them to get away out of sentiment and by orders of the God A.I that was still nestled inside that little chip that rendered him mobile and not a vegetable to be harvested by the hands of death.

He stopped Talon from obtaining the explosive by granting it to Romana.

Stopping Reyes and Widowmaker from taking it.

His eyes focused upon the puddle of blood he was lieing in, and the sparking wings of his damaged Revenant Armour.

He prepared to sit up, but stops when a terrible pain consumed his every senses. He could barely manage to raise his head enough to stare down at the gaping hole in his abdomen that was still spilling out blood and entrails before he gave a low moan of pain.

He heard the scuffle of feet against pavement, and the distant ringing in his ears as his senses slowly begin to reintegrate.

His vision began to clear up. The slight blur at the edge of everything began to fade as things began to become clear and cut. Naturally, his eyes focused on the only thing he could really care to look at.

"Huh... that cloud looks like a bullet", he mused to himself quietly. The sky was blue, and the breeze was pleasant to his skin despite the agony that was his body. He stared listlessly at the sky for a while, looking at passing clouds, waiting for his body to mend back to some form of function as he laid there.

Then, she happened.

Abruptly, he was thrown back to the world when a warm hand pressed against his chest and a pale face bursts in and takes up all of his vision.

Her blonde hair cascading down over his face messily as he sputters in surprise. She moved the hair aside, eyes desperately seeking his. A connection was formed between the pair of them when she moved the hair out of his face.

She was beautiful, why didn't he ever think that? Wait, hasn't he? He could have sworn he did sometime in the past. Then, why did he never make any advances?

Was it his lingering feelings for Elaine back in the past? Or was it some sort of pity for his Lieutenant?

Even with his eyes locked upon hers, he could see her every features as clear as day.

There was silence as she breathed heavily compared to his eerily shallow breaths. Her pupils dilated as his eyes did the same.

He was confused, and a little overwhelmed when he felt the gears of emotion try to turn in his head. All thoughts stopped when she made her next move.

Her hand came up, and her fingers gently ran along his features. Tracing his jawline and massaging his aching forehead, not a single feature was left untouched. Then, with a warming smile and a relieved sigh, she spoke the first words in his silent torment, "You're alive".

He opened his mouth and spoke with a low, husky, but unmistakably pained voice, "... Yeah... Alive".

Her gaze finally broke away from his own, and he sensed her give him a once-over before she noted seriously, "You are in desperate need of medical attention. Stay awake and wait for just a moment", she stood up and moved out of his vision.

He couldn't bear to move his head, thus he simply laid there.

Things were a bit hazy, and he could hear voices going about, but he couldn't decipher any of it. It all blurred into a noise for him.

Eventually, Angela came back.

She did the same thing as last time: Filled up his vision with nothing but her face.

She ran her finger across his features once again. There was an unmistakable fondness in her eyes, but her tone was dead serious as she spoke, "This will hurt for a moment, Captain".

Then, he screamed.

And he remembered.

...

...

Aboard the Airship, 1 Hour Later

Winston made a sound of curiousity upon giving a glance at their destination. He had to do a once-over, disbelief in his eyes before he turned to the insistent Pilot of the Airship.

"Angela", Winston spoke with trepidation, "... Why are we going to the Middle East?".

Angela had a dead-serious look in her eyes. Her hand was steady upon the flight stick, and she spoke with no room for argument, "This is our only opportunity. The Captain is unconscious and will not resist if we are to extract the A.I. Furthermore, I am a Doctor. In order to treat his grevious wound, I will need a better medical facility than our infirmary".

Winston doubted her reasons, but didn't point it out.

The infirmary in Watchpoint: Northern Atlantic, while admittedly cramped, was more than adequate for handling fatal wounds such as the Captain's own. Furthermore, the Watchpoint was closer than Iraq, but seeing how she was firm in what she wanted, he didn't find room to complain.

In fact... he was even excited.

He knew where they were going to: The Jewel of Iraq.

Oasis.

The City of Scientific Wonder and unrestrained advancement.

Naturally, a Scientist such as himself would want to visit it.

It was the City of luxury and knowledge. With the finest dining establishment in the world, the tallest structure in the world, AND a well-known fact of giving complimentary fruit-bowls for people staying at a hotel, it truly was: An Oasis in the Desert.

Oh... and he had to pick up some more peanut butter anyways, so visiting a City would've had to come up sooner or later.

Winston climbed out of his seat and walked over into the back, where the lightly-wounded is quietly tending to their smaller wounds and where the lone, severely wounded operative remains in his personal coma.

After screaming, he went silent and stopped responding to all stimuli.

They closed his eyelids to make sure he didn't dry out his eyes at least.

He was taking up an entire padded bench, but nobody seemed to mind.

McCree was nursing himself 'medicinal' whiskey and shooting himself up with the green medical solution to repair his damage.

Reinhardt was using something akin to a wet rag to wipe down the bloodstains from his armour. Clumsy because of his large gauntlets, every time he tries to wipe the blood, he makes an audible 'clank'.

Genji, still sparking slightly and twitching every now-and-then, was busy rebooting Zenyatta; who was sitting in a cross-legged position ON the floor rather than floating above it.

Tracer... or rather, Lena's chronal accelerator had already been repaired using improvised components. While Winston would have preferred to have returned to the Watchpoint to get the proper components, he figured going to Oasis wouldn't have made much of a difference.

If anything, he might be able to find improvements.

Lena was standing over the Captain, watching him closely for any deteriorations to his otherwise stagnant condition.

Winston joined by her side, and looked down to the Captain.

He looked horrid despite Angela's treatments and bandaging.

He was pale, looked sickly, and was breathing heavily despite being unresponsive. His hair was messy and matted with a bit of blood and was slick with sweat. He had been removed out of his armour prior, and has the entirety of his abdomen bandaged over.

Lena asked him, "Where are we going, Winston?".

"Iraq, Oasis", Winston replied.

There was a moment of silence before Winston explained, "... Angela thinks this is our only chance to extract the God A.I from Captain Wasser... The only place in the world capable of removing a breached God A.I would be the City of Science".

Lena smiled, "So this is it? We're going to save Love?".

"Save?", Winston stopped for a moment to ponder before shrugging, "... We'll stop the God A.I. Nobody has ever been possessed by a God A.I before, so we have no precedent to base off any potential issues off of.

Perhaps he will return without issue and we'll be able to recontain the God . Perhaps he will lose function to his legs, or have amnesia.

We do not know, because we have never done this before".

"So we're throwing ourselves into the dark for this one then?", she gave a look of thought before sighing, "Damn".

"We'll just have to hope".

"The World could always use more heroes", she murmured to herself with a soft look in her eyes, "... We need people like you more than ever".

She touched his chest and nodded to herself resolutely, "We'll save you. We don't have a choice".

"We always have a choice, Lena".

"He never did".

Oasis, 3 Hours Later at the Ministry of Human Sciences

"You are well aware this isn't a hospital, aren't you, Miss Ziegler?", the Senior Researcher with the salt-and-pepper beard rubbed his chin, "We do not treat wounded individuals. We have the Hospitals for that".

"I'm aware", she frowned slightly at the condescensive tone, "If I wanted to treat him, I would've done it myself. I need you to operate on him".

"That's why we have Hospitals, Miss Ziegler".

"Not a surgery", she frowned and shook her head. But then she stopped and took a moment to ponder before sighing, "But we may have to resort to it if you are unable to do anything".

Now curious, the Researcher stopped rubbing his chin and turned in his chair to fully face the group, "Resort to it? What is this issue you talk of?".

"We... need to be in a private area to discuss the issue", she eyed the other Researchers inside the lab, "... An area where we won't be disturbed nor recorded".

"... If you were anyone else, I would have had them arrested on the spot and investigated", the Researcher narrowed his eye, "But because of the fact that you, Doctor Ziegler, are the premiere Scientist for Nanomedicine, I will oblige your request".

He stood up to his full height of around Captain Wasser's own, "Follow me", he ushered.

They walked.

Reinhardt was careful to not shake or jostle the still comatose Captain around as he lumbered through the halls.

Researchers parted ways in the halls as the large group came brushing by.

Many recognized the Heroes, but none dared to say a word.

After wandering the twisting and winding halls of the Ministry Building for, what felt like an hour, the group came into a personal office of some kind.

Director Ilias

"My Office should work. Come in... uh... set him down on the Visitor's Couch I suppose".

"You'll want to hear what the problem is first", Angela insisted.

"Nonsense. Put him down. I'm sure whatever the issue is, we can handle it in here. I'm not the Director for the Health Science Ministry without reason!", he laughed lightly.

Uneasy, Angela gave a nod to Rein.

Reinhardt gently sets the Captain down on the couch; careful to not disturb him nor worsen his wounds before stepping back and listening back in.

Lena stepped over to be near Angela as she began, "... Tell me, are you familiar with the Command Structure of the Omnics during the Omnic Crisis?".

"Omnic Command Structure?", Ilias gave a derisive snort, "I do not know. I was not with Overwatch. I was busy assisting in the founding of this wonderful city rather than playing army against a legion of robots".

"Than at the very least, you are familiar with the Omnic Crisis?".

"Of course I was!", he nearly shouted, "I wasn't oblivious, nor were we left alone by those blasted Bastion Armies!".

"Than do you know what commanded the Omnics during the Crisis?".

"The ones who made the Omniums to begin with?", Ilias raised an eyebrow, "Look, can we just get to the point?".

"This man I've brought before you is: Captain Kyle Lazarus Wasser of Overwatch. War Hero from the North-American Cyber War and an Experimentee & Senior Officer for Overwatch.

Captain Wasser has 2 God ... Two Sentient, living, and constantly improving coded artificial intelligences dwelling inside a neural chip inside his brain. These God are responsible for Commanding the Legions of Omnics during the Omnic Crisis, and are a colossal danger to the world's peace should they be unleashed.

Captain Wasser acts as a Biological Prison for these A.I. However, due to strenous circumstances that brought Captain Wasser close to death and due to a mental breakdown; the breached the Neural Chip and has begun attacking Captain Wasser's brain.

Do you know of Captain Wasser, Doctor Ilias?".

Ilias, who was now frowning deeply slowly nodded his head, "... I've heard the tales. 'Nightmare of the North', 'Digital Nightmare'... Canada's Youngest Lieutenant Colonel and Overwatch's Silent Martyr".

"You've heard of him?".

"How could I not? The Overwatch Officer with unusual muscle density. The Overwatch Officer who has survived multiple, normally-fatal wounds to the head in quick succession", he chortled out a tired laugh, "I always wanted to investigate the man for myself... and yet, here he is... right before my very eyes".

He shook his head, "But ignoring that. You are telling me: That Captain Wasser has 2 of these... 'God' in a neural chip inside his brain?", his confusion becomes apparent, "... Why?".

"... You can ask the Board of Directors of Overwatch for the reasons", Angela shook her head bitterly, "I had tried to resist it, but with orders from the Board, I was in no position to stop them. Furthermore, he agreed to it".

"He agreed to have 2 Artificial Intelligences installed in his head?", he snorts, "I'm no expert in Digital Synthiology, but that certainly doesn't sound healthy for the mind".

"As we've come to discover".

"You do understand that I'm the HUMAN SCIENCES Director, not the DIGITAL SOFTWARE Director", Doctor Ilias touched his glasses with a frown, "This issue sounds more like a Digital issue than a Biological one".

"I assure you, this is VERY biological as well as it is Digital", Angela frowned, "... As I said before: The God A.I have breached containment of the Neural Chip.

They are, somehow... interfacing with the biological brain... They're attempting to remove his presence entirely".

"And how do you know this?".

"He told me himself, he did", Lena spoke up suddeny with an uneasy expression, "He had warned me before... didn't understand, but after I found out about this, it makes some sense now".

"... Uh huh", Ilias shook his head, "... Assuming what you told me is true, I'm afraid I'm not sure what we can do".

"Whatever you think will help. We're willing to do", Angela said abruptly, "... We need him to be taken cared of so that we can have him back in active service".

"Assuming we can even do that to begin with... which, by the way, I do not know since I'll have to mention this to the Digital Minister, it certainly won't be cheap".

"I'll handle whatever price it will cost".

"You keep responding to my statements like that, Doctor Ziegler, and I'll start thinking that you're more concerned for him in an intimate sense rather than a professional", Ilias frowned, "Look: I'll be up front about this. I don't know if I want to get involved".

"Are you willing to risk the future of the world, then, Love?", Lena asked.

"Don't be dramatic", he frowned.

"God commanded the Omnic Hordes. They were the driving force of the Omnium Facilities. The 2 in Captain Wasser's head happens to be the oldest and most dangerous God we've ever faced", Angela backed up Lena's play, "If we don't stop them now... nothing can stop them".

Ilias snorted, "Yeah, as though I'm willing... to...", then... he fell into silence.

He looks to be deep in thought; his eyes focused on Angela's own.

Perhaps it was Angela's firm gaze... or it was the fear beneath her eyes that made Ilias's eyes widen.

Abruptly, almost incredulously, he asked, "Surely not...?", then, he sighed and shook his head, "... I normally don't grant this sort of request... but... damn it, I have a bad feeling about all this. Wait a moment, I'll contact the Digital Minister".

With a sweeping gesture of his hand, the entire wall behind Ilias turned into a giant screen. It flickers for a moment before a young, scruffy, and glass-wearing face turned up on screen. He spoke with a deep, Russian voice, "Yes, Doctor Ilias? Is there something important?".

"Boris", Ilias kept his eyes on the unconscious Captain, "Are you familiar with God ?".

"God ?", Boris repeated, "Of course I have. Any self-respecting Digital Enthusiast should. They were the Commanding Structure of the Omnics. What of them? Did you find someone selling a hard drive with one?".

"Something more complicated. Doctor Ziegler, why don't you fill Boris in?".

And so Angela did.

Boris gave thoughtful nods, asked a few questions in regards to the Neural chip, but for the most part kept quiet.

When Angela finished up, Boris looked giddy with excitement.

His Russian accent comes out even thicker this time, but his excitement was also apparent now in his voice, "Neural Chip? God ? This is perfect! Absolutely perfect!", the sound of electronics being turned on became apparent, "I make prototypes! Needed tests, was waiting for Coders to make chained-A.I, but this? This is good!".

Ilias looked perplexed, "Are you saying that you can do something, Boris?".

"Yes! Drew up new device. Contained Transfer Device! No media; brute force interface! Was going to sell to Volskaya Industries, but wanted to test first! This good! Gives chance!".

"A... huh?".

"Here", Boris could be seen shifting in his seat, "I make harddrive... like USB stick no? No connection, all hardware. Easy, self-contained! Also no plug-in, all interface! Neural Chip like Omnic Control Chip, so can interface easy! Can extract A.I into hard drive, no problem!", he was grinning like a maniac.

Angela couldn't quite believe it either. It seems like all their troubles in regards to Captain Wasser was going to disappear in a flash.

But one should know better than that.

"But... is problem", Boris frowned and dropped the smile, "If A.I breached... can resist brute force... also, if A.I can interface with brain; means A.I can hide in brain, no?".

"I don't know", Ilias responded, "This is a first for me too".

"Wait...", Boris goes silent for a moment, "I think of solution...".

Angela decided to mention something she thought might help, "God A.I Possession/Domination can be resisted if the individual is aware of what's happening and actively resists all movements... Perhaps we can somehow... interface with Captain Wasser's brain and evoke an emotional response that might serve as an improvised resistance to the Domination?".

"... I no have device... but idea is sound... if idea actually works", Boris goes silent for a moment again.

Ilias mentions, "A Brain Interface? We've... made something like it. Much more contained, mind you. It isn't something that you can just tap into someone's brain and control everything without trouble... it's more a... memory invoker... We were making it with plans to distribute it with the Oasis Police Detectives for Investigations... but... maybe".

"Is it a prototype?", Winston asked.

"... Yes. Not an early prototype, but still a prototype...", Ilias frowned, "We're still trying to solve an issue where those who use the device forms a deep and abrupt emotional bond to whoever's memory they travel to... same applies the other way around too. Troublesome for Cops, but if we were to commercialize this product, it'd be ignorable".

"Okay... so what does this mean?", Lena asked.

She was confused.

Ilias and Boris quickly explained everything in a simple manner:

They had a way... a possible method of extracting Captain Wasser's God and reversing/removing their hold on his brain.

Boris has created a prototype Transfer Memory Drive that is capable of interfacing with the Neural Chip remotely and can safely remove and store the God A.I inside the Neural Chip.

However, this couldn't happen if the God A.I still had control of the brain... to transfer without removing that; would more than likely cause severe damage to Captain Wasser.

Ilias, thankfully however, has been developing an experimental 'memory interfacer' that allows the user to travel and experience someone's memories. A side-effect of this however, was that the user and the owner of the memory will forge a deep, emotional bond to each other due to the intimacy in regards to travelling into someone's memories.

Winston answered Ilias & Boris's offer before Angela or Lena could even respond, "Then we'll do it".

Ilias gave an uneasy nod, "... Then we'll begin preparing for it. It'll take us until tomorrow to prepare the Memory Interfacer for a Memory travel... especially since we'll have to make sure that it remains self-contained incase the God A.I attempts to free itself".

"Also need day", Boris spoke, "Must clear small bugs. Do clean-up for transfer. No problem! Good tomorrow!".

"... We'll handle your accomodations", Ilias sighed and began typing away at his personal tablet, "... I don't know whether we're in a crisis of our own or if we have an opportunity for a life time... At the very least, we get to test our devices".

Angela gave a slow nod, "... I understand. Should we bring Captain Wasser with us?".

"No, leave him with me. We'll have to prepare him for the Memory Interfacer too", sighed Ilias, "It just takes more time when they're... unresponsive. You will have to nominate someone amongst yourselves to delve into Captain Wasser's memory.

Don't forget: If you decide to go into Captain Wasser's memory, you and him will forge an emotional bond. You will be more-than-likely forced to visit a moment that defined or shocked him to the core... Something that changed him permanently. His memories will alter to believe that you were there, and that is something you will have to use in order to evoke a strong emotional response from him".

"...", Angela and Lena both fell silent as they thought.

Angela thought that she owed it to the Captain to be there for him. To save him. He had saved her life in the past, and she felt indebted to him. She cared for him as both a Doctor and as a Friend. She no longer desired for him to suffer alone, and was ready to do whatever it took to save him. She, however, couldn't help but feel as though if she were to go, it would have something to do with the Night Raids. However, a feeling of jealousy welled up deep inside; she had a feeling she'd be forced to see the moment where Captain Wasser and his Former Commanding Officer and Former-Lover bonded tightly.

Lena thought similiarly. In particular, she was thinking about his deep rooted anger around Operation: Epilogue. She felt that she owed it to him, to be there for him even if she never was in the real world. She felt that: If he was going to have to suffer through that memory once more, she wanted to be there just so he wasn't alone. Just so he wasn't left behind, forgotten, and left to die. She could feel it in her bones, that if she went, it would have to be Operation: Epilogue, but a sense of dread warned her that she'd be witnessing the birth of the Prophet and the Legion of the Undead.

"I ain't paying for no hotel room, got it?", McCree drawled out abruptly.

"... We'll handle the costs... uh... I'll have Security escort you to your hotel... debate amongst yourselves tonight and nominate someone for tomorrow".

"Uh... are the... fruit bowls complimentary?".

"... I'll make sure they deliver a fruit bowl for you".

"W-With peanut butter please".

"... I'll be sure they deliver that with it".

Author's Note: Alright, I should have a poll set up in regards for who ends up traversing into Captain Wasser's memory.

IMPORTANT: PLEASE NOTE IF YOU ARE GOING TO VOTE IN THE POLL:

THIS IS A MAJOR POINT OF EMOTION FOR CAPTAIN WASSER.

WHOEVER IS VOTED UP, WILL BEGIN BEING 'FAVORED' FOR EMOTIONAL SCENES.

THIS MEANS NO-POLL EMOTIONAL SCENES WILL BEGIN FOR THIS CHARACTER.

IF THE SAME CHARACTER WINS A POLL 3 TIMES IN A ROW (INCLUDING THE PREVIOUS POLL), WILL BEGIN LENA/ANGELA'S ARC WITH CAPTAIN WASSER.

*For the sake of the story, Emily still exists, but Lena is not exclusively homosexual. She is bisexual for this story. Emily is also, still in a relationship with Lena.

Otherwise, I hope you enjoyed this, admittedly shorter Chapter.

Took a while, because I originally thought of making the Chapter a lot longer, but I eventually threw away that notion and went with something that's still straight-to-the-point.

Please Note: Just because this 'Quick-Fix' solution for the are happening now, doesn't mean they aren't going to continue to be a threat to Captain Wasser.

Anyways, that's about it.

Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed!

- Goodnames-alltaken