Angela sat on the edge of her bed, writing out a message to Lena. Jack, back in her life so suddenly, was playing with Bren in the living room, getting to know his son.

Angela stared at what she had typed out on her phone, not knowing what else to say.

Lena, things have happened, we're safe. 220 10th Ave, #15, Seattle, Wa, 98122

Angela sent the text before she could think in circles again, sighing, knowing her best friend would be frantically booking a flight to Seattle immediately.

She slipped the phone back into her pocket, rising and heading back out into the living room. Angela smiled, leaning against the door frame as Bren was laughing hysterically. He'd tackled his father with his favorite t-rex toy and was roaring between shrieks of laughter, Jack pretending to be dying beneath the onslaught.

Angela let out a small laugh of her own, drawing her son's attention. He leapt up off his father with his most menacing roar and charged straight at her. Angela scooped him up, spinning him through the air as her heart felt light enough to float away. She pressed a kiss to his temple before telling him to go play, moving to sit at the table.

Jack sat across from her, still hesitant, not knowing if things would be ok between them.

"I sent Lena a text. She'll be on her way here soon." Angela said, looking at her hands folded on the table, "I haven't told anyone where I've been for the last four months."

"Where were you before that?" He asked.

"Well let see. I guess I should start at the beginning," She said with a sigh, "I found out that I was pregnant while working in the rubble of headquarters. That was just the news I needed on top of everything else. Lena helped me get through it all. We all went to Arlington for your funeral. Your mother is delightful by the way." She said with a smirk.

Jack laughed at that, "I'm sorry you had to meet her that way, but I agree. I'm sure she adored you."

"Yes it would have been nice if you had told me that they knew about us!" Angela said with annoyance, remembering how shocked she'd been to find out.

"I'm sorry, mein engel. I was waiting for the right time."

Angela's face softened. She'd always loved it when he used German.

"Anyway, Lena made a plan with Reinhart, Winston and Torbjorn. I went to live with Reinhart's family in Stuttgart for over a year. We all figured I'd blend in better there and the others could visit from time to time without it looking suspicious." She continued, "How much have to been keeping tabs on Talon?"

Jack sat back in his chair, "I've been trying to keep an eye on their activities. Seems like they have a new agent who's been targeting Overwatch agents specifically but I don't know much more than that. I don't have access to the intelligence I'm sure you do."

Angela nodded, "Winston has been watching closely. He has proof that the new agent of Talon's is actually Gabriel."

Jack gasped, "He's alive?"

"Yes it seems like a few people have been coming back from the dead lately." She said, taking a jab at him before continuing her story, "Anyway, I happened to be out when Reyes and Talon attacked the house. I took Bren and fled. I ended up heading down to Cairo, hiding out with Fareeha for a couple of days."

Jack let out a chuckle at that, Angela giving him a confused look, "Speaking of people coming back from the dead, I ran into Ana a couple months back."

"Hat eigentlich niemand sterben mehr." Angela hissed under her breath. (Does no one actually die anymore)

"I'll assume that you and her came up with the plan come here?" Jack asked, still chuckling.

Angela smiled at him, reveling in all the good news, "Yeah. We figured it was diverse enough that I wouldn't be out of place, and I had no reason to come here. Talon knows about Bren."

Jack looked at her seriously, "How did they find out?"

"Reyes went through my cottage in Stuttgart. He took a picture of Bren and I." She said quietly.

"Shit." He said to himself.

Angela looked up at the clock. She had about 20 minutes until Bren needed to be at preschool.

"I need to get Bren ready for school. Do you have any idea what you're going to do?" She asked, walking towards Bren's room to grab his clothes for the day.

"I need to go and grab my gear from where I stashed it, if you don't mind me staying here." Jack said hesitantly, fearing she'd reject him.

She stopped in the doorway, "If you think that I'm going to let you go after you've just shown back up after being dead for a year and a half, you are a stupid man, Jack Morrison."

Jack felt the happiness wash over him again, quickly following her, grabbing her round the waist as she pulled an outfit from Bren's drawers, spinning her to face him and crashing his lips to hers. He poured all of the emotion he'd been bottling up into it, feeling her practically melt in his arm, just as she used to.

Angela wrapped her arms around his neck, relishing the near frantic way their tongues tangled with each other, but she knew she had to pull away. She pressed her forehead to his, looking into the bright blue eyes she'd missed so much.

"I love you, and I fully expect you to make this up to me in full, but right now I have to take care of Bren." She said, slightly breathless.

Jack pressed another quick kiss to her lips, "I know."

He enjoyed watching her catch his rascal of a son, nearly having to wrestle the boy into his clothes and quickly brush the tangles from his hair as he tried to squirm away and return to his toys. Once she finally had him ready for school, Angela turned back to Jack.

"Here." She said, handing him the spare key to her apartment, "You'll need this if you're going to be staying here."

Jack took the key, quickly stowing it before pulling her in for another kiss, "I've miss you Angel."

Angela smiled lovingly at him, "I'm just glad you're alive." She told him, "I'll see you when I get back."

She pulled away, taking Bren's little hand and walking out the door, one last look over her shoulder as she left.

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The walk was a quick one, and Angela was glad to have just a couple of minutes to herself as she walked home. Her head was nearly spinning with everything that had happened. Her whole life changed in a moment.

He was back. She felt so much better knowing that he'd be there once he grabbed his stuff. It wasn't just her against Talon any more.

She smiled, thinking about Bren playing with his father. This was exactly how things should have been all along. Angela unlocked her door, hanging up her coat and pulling her phone from the pocket.

She needed to do some work around the apartment today, dishes stacked in the sink and toys spread everywhere, but she didn't mind. She felt light as a feather, like she was finally breathing again after being on the verge of drowning without even knowing it.

She turned on her playlist and set to work, tidying up the living room and vacuuming the carpet before starting in on the dishes in the sink, singing as she worked. She pushed her sleeves up, filling the sink with suds as she grabbed the sponge, washing and rinsing rhythmically, bobbing to the beat.

Angela didn't hear her door open over the music and her own singing as Jack returned, setting his things next to the door. He watched her, elbow deep in suds singing one of his favorite songs at the top of her lungs.

"I see a little sillhouetto of a man. Scaramouche! Scaramouche! Will you do the fandango?"

He remembered the two of them, tucked into each other in his flat at headquarters, listening to music, and having to explain why Queen was one of the greatest rock bands of the 20th century.

Jack quietly walked forward, sneaking up behind her and placing his hands on her hips as she bounced to the beat, laughing when she about jumped out of her skin with a shriek.

Angela turned around, flicking the water from her hands into his face, "Still enjoy scaring the shit out of me?"

Jack let out a little growl, yanking her close to him, "Just seeing if I've still got it."

Angela slapped his arm playfully, falling back into old habits, shrieking again as he hefted her up and over his shoulder, fist pounding ineffectively at his back as he took her to the couch. He sank down, pulling her into his lap as he did, just holding her close for a minute. Angela laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat, feeling truly safe in his arms.

Angela's phone interrupted the moment of quiet, killing the music for the phone call.

"Hello?"

"Angela!" Lena cried at the other end, "I'll be there tomorrow! Winston just picked me up in the jet. I should be able to push it and get there by about 2am."

"Calm down, Lena. There's no need to panic. I'm fine. Bren's fine." Angela soothed, "I'll see you when you get here."

"Alright, love. I'll call you when we're close."

Angela set the phone on the arm of the couch, snuggling to back into Jack's arms.

"So how fast is she pushing that jet?" He asked with an amused tone.

"Just about to the limit of it's capabilities. She's been rather pissed that I wouldn't tell her where I was."

Jack pressed a kiss to her head, beyond glad she hadn't pushed him away for disappearing.

"We do need to talk though." Angela said a bit ominously, pushing herself up a bit to look at him, "There's some things you need to know about Bren."

Jack nodded, he'd had a few questions himself about his son.

"I of course did genetic testing on him after he was born. Amazingly he's got almost 2/3 of your DNA. I don't know how it happened and may not ever be able to properly research the phenomenon without a lab under my control again. But I didn't know what to expect from that besides that he should have your strength, speed and agility." She explained, "It became apparent when he was about three months that his development was accelerated as well, hitting his milestones at the upper end of the spectrum."

"What does that mean for Bren?" Jack asked.

"I don't know. I don't have a fully funded lab at my disposal to test some of my theories and the American's are so tight lipped about the entirety of the Super Soldier program that I could never get my hands on any information they may have without turning Bren over." Angela said, frustration showing as she climbed out of his lap to pace the room, "What I think may be going on is whatever they did to you is somehow passed down and that the DNA resequenced itself when he was conceived into what could be considered the perfect version. That he will always be smarter, stronger and more advanced than any other children his age. I had to lie about his age to the school so that they wouldn't ask too many questions."

Angela stopped pacing and looked back at Jack, "If I'm right, he'll be better even than you, because he was basically built from the DNA up to be perfect."

Jack saw the fear flash through her eyes, "If Talon ever got ahold of him..."

"That's not going to happen." Jack growled.

Angela walked back towards him, feeling the anger poring off of him in waves, and climbed hack into his lap, stroking the side of his face, trying to calm him and herself at the same time.

"Alles wird gut. We'll keep him safe." She soothed.

Angela's phone started to ring again.

"Hello?"

"Ah yes, Ms. Stenton, could you come down to the school? Bren took a bit of a fall on the playground and has hurt his arm. I figured since you're a doctor, I'd call you instead of an ambulance." His teacher said, Bren crying in the background.

"I'll be there in a minute." Angela said, slightly anxious.

She jumped up grabbing her bag from the kitchen table, "Bren's fallen and hurt himself. I need to get there before he heals and they ask questions." She explained.

Jack jumped up, grabbing his side arm from his pile of things, stowing it in his jacket, "I'll come with you."

The pair dashed out of the apartment, setting into a run next to each other. Angela was glad to have someone at her side again, watching her back, and that she'd kept up with her running, wanting to be in the best shape possible in case of the worst.

Jack waited at the door while Angela ran in, quickly collecting their son and thanking the teachers for calling her. She carried Bren cradled to her chest as she rejoined Jack outside, walking out of site of the school before handing the boy over to Jack so she could inspect his arm. It was already partially healed, but it looked like he had broken his wrist in the fall.

Bren sniffed through his tears, snuggling into his father's chest as they walked back home. Angela didn't want to be outside for too long, especially now that Jack was with them. There were too many cameras on them at all times outside.

They were home in a few minutes, Jack setting his son on the edge of the counter so Angela could get a better look at him.

"The bruising and swelling is already going down." She said under her breath, "Looks like the break lined up well and feels firm already."

Bren was already smiling again clamoring to get down and play.

Angela looked at Jack, sharing a moment of shock at the speed at which the boy was healing from the break.

She set the boy down, watching him as he ran off.

"Jesus christ..." Jack said, running a hand through his slightly graying hair.

"Like I said. I don't know what to expect as he grows, especially with the nanites from my body in him as well."

"We'll have to sit down with Winston and see if we can figure out some way of getting you a lab to find out." He said, slightly worried.

Angela nodded, knowing that today had been a close call. If anyone found out about his abilities, the government would stick their noses in, or worse yet, Talon.