~12~

ANGELA

I hate Genji right now. He needs to use his head sometimes.

Blackwatch is Overwatch's black-ops "district". It's really risky and stupid in my opinion.

I sneak a glare at Gabe as I stomp down the hall complaining my head off to a nurse, who goes by the name of Zuni. Zuni is so sweet. She just gets me.

"Angela," she whispers, fixing her curly space buns. "Maybe you should just let Genji try training with Blackwatch and check in with him every few days."

I gaped, baffled at the suggestion. "No!" I countered, shaking my head. "Genji needs to know what he's getting into! Its a dangerous organization!"

"Right." Zuni said simply. "Well good luck! I've got to check in with my patient."

I scoffed. "Yeah see you around, Zuni."

"Bye, Doctor. Hold your head up high. Everything will figure its self out."

"Thanks, Zuni."

She smiled weakly and rushed into hospital room 2-F.

I cursed underneath my breath and decided to walk around the atrium. I made my way down the stairwell and into the Cafe on the lower floor. I bought myself an orange juice and a pastry.

As I nibbled on the pastry, I caught sight of Gabe and Ana arguing about something. I walked up towards them, and they stopped their chat and smiled as I approached them. Ana grinned at me and took off in the opposite direction.

"Hello, Angela." Gabe greeted me. He handed me an orange medical tablet. "Could you do us the honor of watching Genji train and analyzing his vitals? It would be awesome. Thanks."

I stared down at the black screen. My untidy ponytail and tired face stared back. I looked up and narrowed my eyes at Gabe.

"I know you and Genji aren't on the best terms with each other right now, but it would be awesome if you'd do this for us. Moira would've, but she still has to train with the squad."

"Fine then." I grumbled, "But I have a request in return."

"Yeah?"

"Let me check in with Genji after every training routine. I want to make sure that Moira isn't messing anything up."

Gabe opened his mouth, hesitated, and then finally said, "Alright."

"Thank you," I said quietly.

Gabe nodded, and walked towards me, patting me on the shoulder as he passed. "Thank you for doing this, Angie. I really appreciate it. I'm going to go pick up Genji and then we'll start up his first training day."

I rolled my eyes and walked past the atrium, stuffing the rest of my pastry into my mouth and tucking the orange juice bottle under my arm. I entered the monitoring room. Jack and Ana were already in the room, along with a skinny brunette teenager.

"Hey Doc!" She said in her high pitched British accent.

"Hello, Lena!" I smiled at her. She flashed me a toothy grin and mock-saluted me. "How was England?" I asked her.

"Oh, it was fantastic!" She smiled. Her bright brown eyes glinted with enthusiasm. She rocked back and forth on her tip toes and winked at me. "Em is doing great."

I smiled, remembering meeting Lena's girlfriend for the first time. It was over FaceTime, but Emily seemed like a good kid.

"Well that's wonderful." I smiled, walking over to a table and placing the tablet and orange juice bottle on top of it.

I started up one of the computers in the room, and logged in.

Welcome, Angela Ziegler, danced across the screen. I scrolled through the Overwatch agents' profiles and found Genji's, Moira's, Gabe's and McCree's. Moira turned out to be almost 10 years older than me, at the age of 36. Genji had turned 23 in the past two weeks he had been in rehab. Damn. I didn't even know his birthday.

"What brings you here, Lena?" I asked the 16 year old.

"Well I'm off break from pilot training, and I just wanted to hang out with—"

"No, silly." I giggled, typing in updates on Genji's profile description. "What brings you to the monitoring room? I know that you're back for break."

"Oh, yeah!" She smirked, scratching the back of her head, "Jack told me to come here and watch Blackwatch train for a bit. I mean, why not?" She grinned her goofy grin.

I laughed, "Alright then! I'll be here with you then!" I grabbed Lena's shoulder and gently shook it. She giggled and slumped down into a black office chair in the corner of the room.

"Commander Morrison says I might even get to train with the Overwatch agents someday." Lena said after awhile. She had a dreamy look to her eyes.

"That would be fantastic." I smiled. She grinned at me again.

"You seem happy today, Lena."

"Oh yes! Definitely, Doctor."

I laughed. "Looks as if they're about to start training."

Lena nodded and trained her eyes on the four figures below us.

I eyed Genji, who was shaking hands with Moira. He looked different. The Blackwatch uniform was they supplied him fit him well. It was advanced, and I didn't even design it. The four separated and walked to the big metal weapons rack in the corner of the arena. Genji didn't go, since he already had his weapons.

He drew his long sword from the sheath attached to his back. It was a smooth and graceful motion. He swung it around a few times, stumbling at first, but then adapting to a faster and more repetitive motion. Gabe was analyzing his motions. He looked impressed. I couldn't help but laugh at McCree. His mouth was wide open with awe. He looked like a stupid dork.

Genji realized that they were watching him and stopped. Gabe walked over to him and patted him on the back, his lips moving, but no sound coming from them.

Oh yeah! The audio recorders!

I pressed a bright orange button in the corner of the dashboard in front of the three big windows facing the arena. A static sound erupted from the speakers on the dash and Genji's voice could be heard.

"— learned it from the training I endured during my time with the Shimada Clan." He was saying. I scribbled Shimada training on an empty page in my notebook. It seemed like a useless fact, and sort of obvious, but it might serve a useful purpose in the future.

"Why don't we start you over with the targets, and let me see that shuriken throwing of yours?" Gabe said, "McCree, O'Deorain, you two go and do your stuff. You know what I'm talking about."

They both nodded and walked over to their individual supply kits in the opposite corner of the arena.

Genji and Reyes walked over to the targets set up on the far wall of the arena, and Gabe stood behind Genji, giving him instructions.

"Just flick your arm out, like this..." Gabe proceeded to flick his arm out as if he were throwing a ball with his lower arm. Genji followed, and three shurikens slid out and locked into place in between his fingers. Genji stumbled backward in awe and laughed.

His laugh was deep and airy. I didn't know I needed to hear it until now. I smiled. Then I remembered that I was supposed to be mad at him, and forced a solemn expression back into my face.

But it was too difficult, and I ended up snickering into my hand as Genji attempted to throw the stars, and which all three of them ended up on the metal floor in front of his feet.

He shook his head and flicked outward again, releasing three more stars. They all hit the middle of the target in a straight line. Gabe was in awe. "Wow, kid." He laughed in amazement. "You've got some skill to you."

"He's good." Lena gaped. "Real good."

I smiled, "He sure is."

Lena cocked an eyebrow at the tone I'd used, and grinned.

I blushed, jotting down the results of the shuriken throwing onto the report sheet.

Lena laughed and shook her head. "I know that look Angie."

I gulped and typed the results into the medical tablet, avoiding Lena's toothy grin.

—

The rest of the session was as surprising as the first part of it. He displayed no lack of fatigue as he ricocheted off the arena walls, and performed back flips and series of sharp accelerations accompanied by impressive swordsman skill. Genji passed his physical exams and training with flying colors. Gabe signaled the end of training, clapping Genji and McCree on the shoulders. I put down the medical tablet, and clicked off the voice amplifier. Blackwatch's voices died down and disappeared.

I said goodbye to Lena and grabbed the tablet again, wondering why I had put it down in the first place.

"Bye Angie!" Lena said cheerfully, "have fun talking to the boys." She giggled after saying that, and I could hear the pad of her boots as she skipped down the hallway behind me.

Flustered, I sped up my walking momentum and practically was running when I reached the training arena prep room.

The strike team was already unloading and unstrapping their gear when I entered the room.

"Oh, hello Angela!" Gabe said waving to me from across the room.

I glanced at Genji but he ignored me.

"Thank you so much for recording the data for me!" Gabe smiled, and took the tablet from my hands, handing it to a smirking Moira. I glared at the pale red head.

I muttered a "Welcome" as the team exited the prep room.

Accept Genji.

I sighed, and walked over to him, cautiously.

"Hello, Dr. Ziegler." He muttered, slowly unclipping his sword from the hook on his back. "What brings you here?"

I flushed. "I wanted to tell you that I apologize for the way I acted in the hospital room earlier." I looked down at his metal feet. "It was uncalled for and I shouldn't have yelled at you."

Genji paused for a moment, seeming surprised, "Its quite alright Doctor." He turned to face me, his brown eyes locking onto mine.

I blinked and my eyes flutter end back down to his feet.

"I understand why you weren't happy with my decision. I personally think it was the best decision I've ever made." He took a shuddering breath before continuing. "I only just realized that during my childhood I was useless. I didn't do anything to help the clan or benefit myself. I was too caught up in my own preferences and crap like that. All I wanted to do was hang around the local girls and party. No wonder my brother was always upset with me. I never did anything."

Genji slipped off his mask, releasing six puffs of air from the pressure relievers on each of his shoulders.

"Now I'm nothing more than a machine." His eyes were watering and his lip barely trembled. "I'm worth nothing. All this trouble you went through to keep my sorry ass alive was for nothing. I deserve to die. It's my fault. Every day you walk into my hospital room you look more and more exausted. I always feel bad and I never wanted to put you in this position." Genji's labored breathing was all I heard until his jaw twitched and two tears slipped down his cheeks. "It's my fault and I'm sorry."

I was shook. This was not the reaction I had expected. I didn't know what to say. I probably looked stupid as I stood there, staring at my hands which were both clenched. I didn't even realize I was crying as well until I tasted salt.

"Thank you for sharing that." I sputtered. "I regret my choice of words... and I never meant to hurt you in anyway. I would do anything in my power to help you."

Genji then wrapped his arms around me. I gasped.

"Thank you, Dr. Ziegler." He muttered into my shoulder.

I hesitated before wrapping my arms around his neck, subconsciously running my hand through his hair.

"I'm sorry, Genji"

He sighed, shuddering in response, but didn't say anything.

We stood there a while, words not bothering to evade my lips.

"It isn't your fault, Genji." I finally whispered. "It was never your fault."