Epilogue: The ward at Night.

Medical Ward B, Watchpoint Gibraltar.

2 days later. 0245 hours GMT.

Tracer stirred in her sleep. The same dream-nightmare- she'd suffered since the accident.

She was behind the controls of an aircraft. The air streaked by so fast that it looked like the aircraft was going through space rather than the sky over Europe.

And then... sparks. The controls stopped responding. She tried frantically to find a way to fix things. A bolt of electricity flowed through the joystick into her hands, causing her to jump back. Her sight blurred as the stricken frame entered a series of bone-bending High-G turns. And then, she was falling. Not through the air. The plane, and everything around her had vanished. She was falling through blackness. Through a void.

She sprung awake, panting and in a cold sweat.

"Bad dreams?" A voice came from the chair next to her bed.

She jumped slightly. "Yeah, Ry. How did you know?"

"The same reason I'm awake at this hour. Sorry if it seems creepy I decided to sit over here. Didn't like my side of the room."

The pain of her injuries, still not fully healed, caused her to sink back onto her pillow. "What time is it?"

Omega glanced at his watch-accelerator. "About... three in the morning. Lemme guess: The slipstream keeps replaying in your dreams?"

She nodded. "Yours?"

He looked away for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"The faces of the people in the man with me the night of the Incident. The faces that disappeared into oblivion a micron later. The faces of everyone I've failed to protect. Replaying every moment, in slow motion, from a sort of spectator-view. And unable to do anything to stop it."

Tracer held the hand closest her, which was resting on his knee. "So, we're alike in more than one way?"

"Yeah. And Winston already explained another thing to me. Regarding you and men." He smiled. "The idea of making a pass at you had never crossed my mind, I think you'll be glad to know. Besides, I'd already guessed as much."

She gasped slightly. "How?"

"The way you act around guys in general. Playful, yet not flirty. The fact that the rest of them never make a serious attempt at hitting on you. That, and I saw you and a redhead I can only guess I your significant other being somewhat... intimate... when I landed here a few days ago."

Tracer blushed. "Oh. I hope it doesn't-"

"Change anything between us? Hell no. People have said I can be a right prick, but I'm not that much of a prick. In any case, I'd make a hopeless boyfriend." He chuckled softly, before coughing.

"You're still not fixed, are you?" He shook his head. "No, not-"

"Why are you two awake? And Lamont, WHY are you out of bed??" The familiar sharp Swiss broke the silence of the ward and cut him off mid-sentence.

"Angie, we were both having bad dreams." Mercy raised an eyebrow. "That figures. Still, you're not meant to be out of bed. Not with the injuries you're meant to be recovering from."

"Yes, mother." Omega replied, his time dripping with sarcasm. Tracer giggled slightly.

"I'll leave you in peace. And if you want to change beds, all you had to do was ask."

Omega smiled. "Got it, Doc. Good morning."

With that, she turned on her heel and went back through the swing-doors at the far end of the medical ward.

Omega pulled out a small hip-flask from his pocket. "What's that?"

He shrugged, as he twisted the cap off. Tracer caught a whiff of what smelled like liquor. "Really?"

He smiled. "I asked Jesse to smuggle it in for me. I find it's better for keeping me awake than a black coffee. Want some?" Offering the flask to Tracer.

She gagged on the smell of Jesse's infamous Rattler Whisky. It smelled like piss mixed with pure ethanol and engine oil. Probably wasn't far off the ingredients lost, either.

Omega took a swig and shuddered as he swallowed the foul-smelling drink, before giving a low whistle. "Now THAT'S some powerful whisky."

"Shift over."

"Why?"

He clambered into the small space on the bed next to her and curled up like a cat. "I hope you don't mind. Might as well try and sleep. And one thing."

"Yeah?"

"Try not to boot me off the bed if you wake up again."

She giggled slightly, shuffling over as much as her agonized body would would allow to give him space. "You always this odd when you're pissed?"

He looked into her eyes and smiled. "Nope. This is just me."