A/N: I had a 900-word bit that preceded this part, but I thought it was out of place given everything else, so I latched it back onto the end of chapter nine, if you'd like to go back and see Tracer shenanigans in a convenience store.

The Raptora stood proudly in the large garage that had once housed a small collection of Overwatch's equipment loads that would ultimately be transported down the way toward either the flight hangar, or beyond that to the docks for maritime transport; an odd place, Fareeha though, to even exist in these times.

"Did anything even get shipped out of here?" she questioned as she reached up, her hands filled with various tools as she worked on her suit.

Behind her, sitting on the small staircase into the headquarters, Angela was sitting with a book as she looked up to answer, "Not often, but we had to prepare for any eventuality, especially down here. If it were Eichenwald or something, I mean, we could tunnel out if need be, but if somebody had disabled our ability to fly out of here, we'd have been screwed."

Fareeha nodded, "Huh."

"I know Talon has used similar methods in the past. EMPs, hacking into systems, sometimes while in-flight. Sometimes all you need is a good, old fashioned ship."

Fareeha eyed her suspiciously, but returned to her activity nonetheless, wiping off her forehead as she continued tinkering with the armor in front of her, "So, why did you decide to come out here? Too rowdy inside?"

Sighing, Angela answered as she lowered her head back into her book, "Lena's dashing around, preparing for tonight, and Winston is updating Athena with, what I can only assume is an operatic profile for when she needs some added drama, I suppose. You can't walk down a hallway in there without that loud voice nearly bursting the speakers."

"Ah ha," Fareeha chuckled, dexterously wrapping an arm around one of the armor's wings, nimbly grasping at a set of wires to pull them away from the pliers in her other hand.

"I mean, the view's not bad, either," Angela muttered quietly, not looking up.

Fareeha paused, now her turn to blush, and as she suddenly returned to work, it took on an extra speedy quality to it as she tried to get her mind off of Angela's words, though her eyes still peered downward, self-consciously. She's just worn a tank-top, expecting the heat of garage, with a pair of her sweat pants- she hadn't the slightest idea that it was anything to be stared at.

Her face warming up didn't help the heat either, causing her to wipe away the sweat from her head more frequently, until she finally managed to drop a socket wrench while doing so, her face dropping to examine it on the floor, unable to move with her hands busy holding equipment.

Without her speaking, she heard the slam of a book closing as Angela spoke up, "I got it; don't worry."

She sauntered over and picked it up, holding it in her hand without returning it, "Here, just give me what you don't need; I'll hold 'em for you."

Fareeha watched her, surprised, but dexterously dropped the tools into her hands without messing up what she was doing. She nodded in thanks as she nervously returned to her work, her tools quickly managing to find their way in and around the various parts of circuitry and wiring.

"So what exactly are you doing?" Angela wondered aloud, "I know technical stuff, but I've never seen a Raptora before."

Fareeha went on for a few moments before answering, as though in thought, "Uh, you'll see."

Angela looked up at her, "What is it for- You're not putting me in there, are you?!"

Smiling widely, Fareeha chuckled, "No, no. You'll see."

Angela's face grew a frown at being kept in the dark, but she remained helpful, her eyes curiously watching Fareeha's every move as she attempted to ascertain whatever it was she was doing. She began leaning over ever-so-slightly to get however of a better view she could, with Fareeha pushing her back as her body swayed toward her as she worked.

"You're not going to get anywhere by watching," Fareeha noted poignantly, "Even if you recognize something, I know how to do things just to throw you off. We had contests in the army; everybody was watching to see what I was doing."

"Because you were the best?" Angela asked.

"Uh, no; because I had the older dune buggy," Fareeha laughed nervously, "But I got it runner better than the newer models. When I became a Captain, I used to tinker around and shit at night, just so they'd be thrown for a loop the next day when they had to repair them."

She began laughing as she recounted her past, "Then they finally got wise and put them under guard with some Private keeping watch. I don't know; it was pretty fun when we weren't doing drills and stuff. You can only help one country in an army, though."

Shrugging, she pulled her hands away from her suit, grabbing a rag from over her shoulder to wipe her face off, "Not a day went by where I wasn't thinking about being a part of Overwatch. Every push-up, chin-up, gun-up; all for Overwatch."

"Gun-up?" Angela questioned, causing Fareeha to groan.

She shook her head, "They stick you in a low-ceilinged building with slit bars above you. They give you a rifle, you have to jump up and, in mid-air, get the rifle through the bars and turn it so you're just hanging there. Then you have to slide your way like that into the finish line."

She crouched down as though simply talking about it was exhausting, "I'd say I would show you, but that all's ridiculous. One guy hung there for so long, he passed out from lack of oxygen."

Angela stared at her, surprised at what she was recounting, but her face changed to shock once Fareeha addressed her, "What about you? They didn't have sit-ups in med. school, did they?"

"N-No," Angela stammered, hurriedly recalling her own history, "We had drills, though. They would bring in animal cadavers and we'd have to do transplants and stuff on the fly, which was a pain; but as Mr. Davisson said, if you can find a cat's liver, you can find any organ on a human."

Fareeha scoffed as she stood back up, "Oh really? What was your best time?"

"Uh…fifteen minutes."

"Really?" Fareeha questioned aloud.

Angela shrugged as her lips pursed, "School record. Beat the last guy by ten minutes."

Fareeha nodded, "I didn't set any records or anything, but I also didn't end up with a medical degree. That itself is impressive."

Angela turned away, "I guess. I often wonder how my time could have been better served. Back then, we were necessary, but now with implants and stuff, you can turn anybody into a capable enough surgeon. If not them, just nanobots, in general, can fix most issues."

"Isn't there a certain human discretion, though?" Fareeha wondered.

"I mean, yeah," Angela replied, more readily, "That's why I was brought on to Overwatch in the first place. A computer can make something of a triage system, but out in the field where seconds are on the line, you really need a brain to figure out who needs what more importantly than this person."

"That being said," she continued, "Most of what I do is enhanced by nano-tech and implants."

Fareeha turned to her, surprisingly, "Really?"

Angela nodded, shoving her hands into her pockets nervously, "Well, uh… Most of my body fluids are laced with microscopic nanomachines that can heal people…"

Fareeha stared at her for a long enough time to make her uncomfortable, "…what?"

"You know," Angela went on, "If I died or something, I could still be useful and help people. If my blood is pouring out, or if I'm dead, somebody can cut me open and heal themselves. Only Winston knows this, of course; I wouldn't tell anybody else. If necessary, he'd make it known in the line of fire, were I to…expire."

"You told me," Fareeha shrugged.

Sighing, Angela shrugged again, "Well, I mean…it's you."

She remained downturned, appearing like a lost schoolgirl as Fareeha watched her, a small smile slowly creeping across her face. The two stood there for a few moments before Fareeha hopped backward, throwing her rag over onto the workbench.

"Okay," she spoke up, excitedly, "Let's take this puppy out for a spin, shall we?"

Angela slowly looked up at her, "Didn't we already-"

A quick shake of the Fareeha's head stopped her as the soldier stepped back into the suit before it closed up around her, "You'll get to see what all I've done soon enough. We'll have to go out on the tarmac though, of course."

Angela watched her, confused, as she opened the large garage door, revealing the orange landscape that had materialized due to the sunset. Fareeha carefully removed the armor that surrounded her arms before she walked on out, without a helmet as well, waving for Angela to follow along.

"I don't have my Valkyrie suit on," Angela noted, though Fareeha only smiled.

"We didn't need it last time."

Embarrassed, now that she realized she was about to be carried again by this woman, Angela only slowly walked toward her, crossing her arms as her footsteps timidly strode across the cement. As she approached her, Fareeha reached out a hand, startling the doctor.

"May I?" she asked, gingerly, as though she were also embarrassed.

Slowly, Angela gave her hand, allowing herself to be led right in front of Fareeha, the two now face-to-face on the tarmac. Angela looked around, her eyes narrowing from the sunlight, but she ultimately turned back to the other.

"Where are we going?"

"Up."

Angela eyed her, but Fareeha lifted her hand high, Angela's eyes widening at the idea of being lifted up by her arm, but as she quickly looked down to the ground, she noticed Fareeha's large azure boots, one of which slid out toward her before she looked back up to see Fareeha's smiling face.

"Not too close, is it?" she asked, nervously.

Angela quickly shot her head back down, her foot just barely coming off the ground. Along with her hand, she suddenly felt Fareeha's other hand brushing against her opposing shoulder, as if guiding her along or holding her for balance once she got on. With a final mental tear away from her shell, Angela slowly moved her foot up and onto the boot, her other foot shaking gently as it followed along.

She lifted her head slowly, suddenly realizing just how close she was, now, to this woman, who looked down at her, "You're almost as tall as me now."

The doctor blushed, but at this proximity and level of surprise, she didn't bother hiding it, simply locking eyes with Fareeha as though already in the air and not wanting to look down, causing a grin from the taller of the two. Once Fareeha's arms wrapped around her back, Angela suddenly jumping in surprise, her arms trembling as they grabbed onto either side of the armor.

"It'll be fine," Fareeha' laughed, "We're not going up like last time, don't worry."

With a gentle whirring, her wings slowly emerged, the rocket packs within poking out, causing Angela to inch a bit closer. Instead of a sudden blast of explosive energy, the rocket packs began emitting a steady glow of flame, gradually strengthening until a sudden release of gravity alerted Angela that they were no longer on the ground.

"Much smoother this time around," Fareeha noted as she turned to examine her wings, "Looking good. You're not afraid of heights still, right?"

Angela quickly shook her head, "Heights? No. Heights and being this close to you in the air? Terrifying."

Fareeha grinned, "We'll get you untethered to the ground and then work on that other one, alright?"

Before Angela could reply, the Raptora roared to life as it lifted gradually into the sky while also drifting the two out to the ocean. Angela carefully made sure to keep her eyes glued to the suit in front of her, but as she grew accustomed to the concept of flight in such an unsecure settings, she began to look around more. She realized, quite readily, that she was anything but unsecure as Fareeha's arms locked around her body slightly tighter.

Stopping over the vast waters, Fareeha spoke up, "Bet you haven't seen the base like this, huh."

Angela's head bent to the side, looking past her flight, realizing the headquarters was behind her. Suddenly anxious again, she looked up at Fareeha.

"Guess you'll have to turn around," she grinned.

Shakenly, Angela looked down to figure out the logistics of such a thing. The pressure releasing from around her, she felt Fareeha's arms shift to her sides as her hands reached over to grasp her hands, gently lifting her up. Carefully, Angela managed to spin with Fareeha's help, her heels finding solid footing atop the same boots, though t was far less stable than before.

However, she couldn't help but admire the view from here, forgetting her shaky stability even as Fareeha's arms wrapped around her waist once again. Angela's eyes opened wide, the sun behind the two, as she stared at the large mountain that made up the tip of Gibralter, its mighty peak nearly alight with the sunset light upon it. In the distance, she turned to see the far-off peak that Africa provided to the Pillars; her place in the world feeling far more miniscule than before.

Despite that, here she was. A spec on this globe, alone, with another.

"Beautiful, huh?" Fareeha asked rhetorically, "The Pillars of Hercules. I had to read so much Greek as a child, it drove me nuts, but I couldn't help but get beyond these."

Angela slightly lowered her head in thought, "Just trying to get out into the world, huh?"

"Into the unknown," Fareeha clarified with a smile, "'Non plus ultra', but if this moment in any indication…"

She paused, almost to see if Angela knew what she had said. Giving her head slowly turning backward so that their eyes could meet, she figured she had, leaving her with a quick smile.

"Everything is further beyond," Fareeha muttered quietly, staring into Angela's eyes, "Just right here. In my arms."

The two of them watched one other for what seemed like the longest time; two bodies hanging together over the vastness of the ocean, almost as one, if looked up from the proper angle. Surprisingly, it was Angela who broke the quiet tension that hung in the air around them.

"You've already taken me," she spoke, "Just kiss me already."

Fareeha didn't have time to grin as she lowered her head, their lips meeting as Angela leaned back against the chest of the armor, her waist in the arms of this woman as her lips were within hers as well.

As they came to a pause, gently pulling from one another as their eyes remained with one anothers', Fareeha lifted a hand to hold against Angela's cheek as her other arm remained, holding her tightly against her.

"You're so beautiful," Fareeha noted quietly, as though trying to keep even the ocean beneath them from hearing, "All I want is to keep you warm. Forever. Melt away that coldness, if only for my own viewing."

She paused, taking in the face that she'd come to adore, which was broken open in surprise by her words, "All I want is to be yours."

Angela blinked suddenly, breaking eye contact enough to give her a chance to look away slightly in thought, her words emerging emotionlessly, "When I was in Overwatch, I made my suit and named it Valkyrie. You know, the Norse gods that chose you would live or die on the battlefield, so I think I have a damn good idea of whom to choose or not to."

Fareeha's eyes watched her unsurely while her eyebrows lifted, almost expecting a saddened result from this, while Angela resumed, heatedly, "Of course I know to choose you, you dolt. You had to bring me all the way out here just to as-"

In a flurry, Fareeha broke a speed record in getting her lips down and back against Angela's, her hand returning to her waist once Angela's own lips proved that they weren't going anywhere as they hurriedly rushed back to join Fareeha's whenever she pulled away for air.

"You brought me all the way out here to show me the damned Pillars of Hercules," she spoke, angrily, in between small slices of kisses, "Your arms are the only pillars I need, idiot."

Fareeha failed to hide a laugh while their lips continued dancing atop of one another, their eyes closed so that there was nothing here but tender skin, the soft humming of exhaust, and endless ocean.