Yeah so.. I'm sure you've all heard by now who became the President of the United States..

Her heels clicked again the tile flooring, the sound echoed all around her as she made her way to her office. She looked down to her clipboard, adding another tally to the failed amount of attempts she tried to get the Egyptian woman to open up to her. So far she had a golden streak of 10. She tucked a few strands of her loosely platinum blonde hair behind her ear, then resting the pen there. She had a responsibility as a doctor to make sure everyone around her was in good care and was in good condition, and that also included their mental health. And Pharah, she's been kind of out of it. Not only was there conformation that her mother was kidnapped, she also lost her team and the Temple of her home land. But her being hard headed woman she is, it takes quite the punch to get her to open up. It's been a few days since she had last seen the Egyptian woman in the weight room, and ever since she accidentally called her by her actual name. It was a simple mistake, and she missed the days back when the young Egyptian woman roamed the halls of Overwatch with her mother, those brown eyes were full of excitement and they held a desire Angela had never seen before. But now after the years flew on by and the large rumor that the infamous Sniper Ana was murdered, the broke young Pharahs heart. Angela felt devastated, Ana was a mentor to her as a young woman, and when she saw young Fareeha again, the hardened and cold stare she gave her said it all. Those emotionless brown orbs that stared back at the German woman, that piercing glare that held nothing but hatred for the longest time. Angela wanted to express her sympathy for Fareeha, but she never did cry out for anyone after that. Even after her mother showed up years later with her eyepatch and graying hair, she changed. Fareeha was a different person after that, and there was nothing Angela could do about it.

She opened the door to her office and walked right in, the door closing behind her. She didn't bother to look when she threw her clipboard down on the table surface, not even when she heard the pen clatter on the floor. She rested her behind on her worn out desk chair, it may have seen better days in the past, but damn the old thing was cozy as hell! But for the time being, she only wanted to have her usual tea, sit in her office for a little bit and try to unwind before starting it all over. Oh but she wasn't craving her usual tea, she wanted something that she could never have again. What used to be her usual tea so long ago. Back when her best mate was around, back in the good ol' days of working in Zurich. Her best mate used to make her tea so perfectly, she had a specialty for making all kinds of drinks. She recalled when she first tasted her special tea, she was an expert of blending flavors so well, there was a a hint of lemon, but with a faint taste of mint, something that smoothed her calms instantly. Her lips curved into a soft smile, looking up to her best mate and exclaiming, "you should open your own cafe. Your drinks are delicious!". Shortly after a husky laugh followed before Angela felt her hand was on her shoulder, giving her a light shake. "Only when I'm dead and gone" came her usual reply which made Angela roll her eyes. Ah those were the times, living a semi-peaceful life and working on breakthrough technology that would make extraordinary contributions to the medical world.

She missed those days at times, and today she had an incurable desire for that specially made tea, but all she could do was have a cup of decently made tea. Angela quick stood up and made her way out of her office before she rounded the corner and made her way to the cafeteria doors, but her pace slowed as she heard the Egyptian woman argue with none other than who was stationed here for the time being.

"Dude get a grip! Isn't she 40 anyways?"

"Yeah on a scale from one to ten!"

"Bro bro, listen to yourself. You're what? 34? There's a good 5 plus year difference."

"So what? There's a good 7 year age gap between you and green pants over there!"

Then a scoff was heard as metal was heard clattering, most likely trays were thrown to the ground and the sound of chairs screeching followed soon after.

"Listen Pharah, I'm trying to help you get over your little doctor crush but don't drag lucio into this!"

"We all know the real reason why you're with him, don't lie! It's only because Lena's gone!"

Shortly after a loud slap echoed around them, reaching Angela's ears and she knew that right then and there she had to stop them. But before she could react was storming out of the room, her eyes red and tears were running down her cheeks.

"Fuck you!"

She yelled out at Pharah before she walked away, leaving Pharah alone in the cafeteria.

"Shit!"

The Egyptian woman hissed under her breath, slumping down into the metal chair. She leaned forward, her hands were placed firmly on her head, fighting the urge to bust out in tears. She didn't mean for this to happen, and it wasn't everyday where she bothered to even talk to someone and instead she made the situation worse. Asking the now 21 year old Korean for help on her little crush, okay that's not even anywhere near the truth. Her MAJOR crush on the doctor was getting in the way of everything, and she only wanted to find a way to curb her feelings. She felt so bad at snapping the doctor when she accidentally called her by her actual name. She wanted to apologize for it but she couldn't just face the blonde woman, tell her she's sorry for yelling at her for calling her by her actual name. And good ol' Hana was really trying to help, but Fareeha wasn't taking her advice well. She couldn't handle the truth well, and as she knew it she still wanted to hear it. No matter how brutal or hurtful it was, she wanted to know the truth. Unlike her mother who would stay calm, think about the situation and find a way to cope or adress it. But Pharah? She could only lose her temper and take the situation head on without thinking. Even with her years of training and being in the service, it only shortened her patience.

"Excuse me, Pharah, are you alright?"

The angelic voice of the blonde doctor filled her ears, almost instantly calming her stress. But then she remembered the reason behind this whole mess.

"I'm fine doctor"

She pulled herself together as best as she could, standing up and facing the German woman. She kept an emotionless stare as the German doctor only nodded, quickly looking down.

"I saw Hana running out, and I overheard some of the conversation."

It was a small moment, but there was that small moment where you could see the horror flash in those dark eyes. She tightened her jaw, replacing that fear with anger.

"It's none of your business"

She stated, but before Angela could reply the Egyptian woman was already turning around and quickly making her way out of the room.

"But Fareeha-"

"I told you not to call me by that name!"

She yelled out, stopping at the entrance of the double doors, her back was facing the blonde woman. She clenched her fists, she was angry alright, but not only at Hana or Angela, but herself as well.

"I'm leaving"

Then she left, yet again leaving the poor Swiss doctor speechless.

She huffed, trying to regain her temper but mentally adding another tally to her clipboard that now counted eleven failed attempts. All she wanted to do was drink tea and unwind, but she was far from calming down anytime soon. But something caught her attention, it was faint, but it was a smell she could not resist. Her thoughts were soon fading away as she went in pursuit for the strange yet familiar smell. Tracing it out of the cafeteria and down the hall, around the corner and to her room. The smell was stronger now, and her thin and slender fingers turned the handle and pushed the door open, there she found a mug sitting on her desk. She closed her door, those sky blue eyes were locked on that mug, and the brown liquid that rested in it. She closed her eyes, taking a small yet hungry whiff of the faint aroma in the room.

"A hint of lemon and a soft smell of mint.."

She softly muttered, taking small steps towards her desk. She stopped only inches away from the mug, her eyes were starving for that taste. But why would there be a mug with this kind of specific tea? Just sitting out in the open, specifically in her room, on her desk of all places? It was definitely strange, it could have been a trap waiting for her to take the first sip. She was fighting her inner desires, the urge to drink the tea or spill it out. She picked up the mug gracefully, her numble fingers were drumming against the sides, the excitement she felt as she brought the mug close to her nose, closing her eyes as she took another whiff of the drink.

"Just as I remembered.."

She softy said to herself, a small grin was tugging at the corners of her lips, then slowly she brought the bland color mug to her soft yet kissable lips, and took a small sip. She softly hummed to herself as she took another drink, fighting the urge to devour the drink in gulps. It was even better than she remembered! Ah but wait, what was that other taste? It tasted a little fruity, something that setted off alarms in her mind. She took another drink, and soon sue knew what it was.

"Ketamine.."

She was dizzy, swaying slightly as her eyelids began to feel heavy. It didn't take long for the doctor to fall forward, the mug shattered upon contact with the floor, and before Angela passed out she saw a woman sitting on a chair before her, a Raven mask covering her face. The nanomachines in her body were fighting to rid the body of the drug, but then she felt her head was being moved to the side where her neck was now fully exposed.

"Can't have ya back to normal now."

They said in a rough voice, prepping a needle before slowly piercing her neck and injecting the strange fluid.

"Consider this as a uh, reunion"

She said as Angela passed out, then the masked woman brought up a walkie talkie.

"Requesting pickup, North of the watchtower. We have Mercy. I repeat, we have Mercy."

"Required approved, heading there in 5 minutes."

Came a gruff and hasty reply as she stuff the walkie talkie in her back pocket before grabbing the unconscious Mercy and threw her over her shoulder.

"Time for you to meet your old friends Angela"

Sorry for the really late update, let alone a short update but right now I'm not feeling the best with the Presidential election outcomes. But what angers me more is that 15,000 people choose to vote for Harambe. I get it, this whole election felt like a joke but now? It's reality and I really don't want to see how the next four years turn out.