Escaping was easy. They had been on the run for ten minutes when, just as Genji said, Overwatch realized what happened and followed them.
They ducked down corridors and took back-alleys. They scaled walls and vaulted fences. It was still not enough to shake their pursuers. The sun was mostly down already, but they ran until the last vestige of sunlight slipped and faded, and the moon shone bright. Oft, McCree or Genji would come close to capturing them, but they never could. McCree, for the sake of pretense, pulled out Peacekeeper and aimed at Amélie.
His voice echoed through the street.
"I have her in my sight."
To which Morrison replied
"Shoot her! End her now!"
"I can't! She was my friend!"
"Then I will!"
Morrison, drew level with McCree and shoulder charged him while trying to get his hands on Peacekeeper, as he hadn't had time to bring his pulse rifle along. McCree fought to maintain control of his gun, but in the struggle, a bullet discharged, and Amélie screamed. She was hit in the leg.
"I'll find you Morrison. You'll never be safe from me!" Lena shouted from ahead.
McCree, meanwhile had gained control of Peacekeeper, and clocked Jack in the face with his metallic arm.
"Heheheh. Smarts don't it?" He taunted.
Jack fell to the ground, with a broken nose. Deploying his Biotic Field, he was out of the hunt and he knew it.
The chase continued, ending in Lena throwing a Pulse Bomb at Winston's shield and slipping out of their line of sight.
Amélie awoke, and Lena was rocking back and forth on a chair. Lena darted over to her and hugged her.
"Amélie, I'm sorry. I did what I had to."
"I-ah!"
Amélie tried opening her mouth to speak but felt pain emanating from her jaw.
"I see. Widowmaker attacked?"
"That's right."
"Give me the Caduceus staff, please."
"I forgot it at my flat. Do you want me to get it?"
"Oui."
"Alright, but first I have to inject you with this." So saying, Lena held up a syringe.
"What is it?"
"It's an anti-biotic formula designed to enter the bloodstream and purge any contaminants. Developed by none other than Angela Ziegler."
That was a blatant lie. It was a saline solution that safely housed a micro-chip, which would allow Lena to track Amélie within a radius of two hundred miles. She didn't want to do it, but she knew that Amélie would make good with her threat and leave if she thought she was endangering Lena. And when she realized that Widowmaker attacked Lena, her face hardened. She was planning something drastic, and Lena knew it.
Amélie held out her arm for Lena, and grimaced when the needle pierced her skin. Depressing the plunger, Lena carefully withdrew the syringe.
"You're all good." Lena said smiling cheerfully.
"Merci, ma cherie."
"Don't go anywhere, please. Overwatch is still hunting us."
"I won't." Amélie lied.
And Lena knew it was a lie. She was used to Amélie's speech patterns, and that sounded nothing like her normal voice; the intonation, the cadence, both of them were markedly different.
Just as soon as Lena departed for her flat to get the Caduceus staff, Amélie departed to make her way to Big Ben. There was only one thing she could do to keep Lena safe, and that was leave. She didn't want to go back to Talon, and she didn't want to be murdered by Overwatch. Going on the run from both of them without Lena? Out of the question. Death with dignity was the only thing she had left. Lena had already reached the flat with the Caduceus staff in tow when she saw Amélie gone.
"Why am I not surprised?" She thought aloud.
On the table however, was a handwritten note.
Lena snatched it up and read it.
Salut, Lena Oxton, my dearest one. If you are reading this, then death will find me soon. I'm sorry for lying to you, but I love you so much; too much to stay and endanger you just for my benefit. I have loved you since you helped me remember who I was, I just couldn't muster the courage to risk telling you earlier. Our dance has been one big story of sorrow and grief, and yet it has also been one of great love. But alas, my time is up. Time is the enemy of all mortals, and I am long-lived, and long-suffered. Being with you was the catalyst that perpetually let my heart sing aloud with joy, but I can no longer keep up the charade that you and I are safe together. I don't want to hurt you, and yet, if I know you-which I do-you'll be hurt anyway. Hurt that I would kill myself before you had the chance to even say goodbye. Life is a bitch, I suppose. I apologize that our child will never know me, but I would rather it was this way then that you had to put up with me endangering you. Endangering both of you. Even in death you will always be the oxygen that keeps my heart beating with love. -Amélie Lacroix
Lena had to blink away tears when she read those words. But she wasn't going to allow Amélie to die. Pulling the tracker out of her pocket, she saw that Amélie was halfway to Big Ben. Lena grabbed the note and set off to catch her. Using her blinking ability very liberally, she would be able to catch up and wait for Amélie inside Big ol' Ben. Arriving at Big Ben, she checked the tracker and saw that Amélie was minutes out. So she darted inside and hid.
I arrived at Big Ben to see no signs of Lena. Something was wrong, however. I could feel her presence, and yet there was no way she was here. I brushed it off telling myself that I missed her, and that it was unfair that I had to do this, and that that got me thinking of her. I grappled to the pointed spire on Big Ben, and was prepared to leap when I heard the voice I never expected to hear again. Lena.
"Amélie! Come down from there; you don't have to do this!" She wailed, with tears in her eyes.
Turning to look at her, I smiled sadly.
"Even if I didn't, I still would to keep you safe." I said. Tipping backwards off the building, I fell. Falling through the air, I saw Lena jump off and blink down to me.
"Don't!" I weakly pleaded.
"Bear our child! Bring Talon down!" I begged.
"If you're dying luv, so am I." She said quietly, but with determination.
"Sacrebleu!"
So saying, I grappled back up to a building. Lena recalled. Blinking over from Big Ben, she landed on the same building I was on. I didn't have time to utter a word before she bitch-slapped me in the face. I deserved it.
My hand hurt as it made contact with her beautiful face. I swear she has one of those glass-breaker chins, and it looks so beautiful. I didn't want to hit her, but I had to. It was the only way I could get her to understand what I was feeling.
I'd say betrayal was the number one feeling.
She walked up to me and tried to hug me, but I got my hands on her shoulders and shoved for all I was worth. She stumbled backwards for six feet and fell flat on her back.
"Why?" I asked.
"Why would you do this?"
"Déjà vu, ma cherie." I noticed her sitting up as she said the words.
"Stay down, or I'll make you." I threatened.
Standing up, she crossed her legs and sat back down, holding herself up by leaning on one arm behind her while she rested the other one on her lap.
Looking around, I noticed that this was the same roof top where I tackled her for killing Mondatta four weeks ago. Fuck Mondatta, he wasn't why I was here.
"Why would you do this to me? You just up and decided that you know what's best for the both of us! I love you, and you were gonna just willy-nilly fucking kill yourself! How is that love?!" I demanded, displaying the note.
"Romeo and Juliet." She said.
"What?" I asked, irritated.
"It's an old play from a long time ago. At the end, Romeo dies, and in her grief Juliet kills herself. I was Juliet, but this time, I was determined to kill myself so that my Romeo-she pointed at me-doesn't have to die."
"Dammit Amélie, how many fucking times will I have to tell you that I'd rather die than live without you!"
"Just once, ma cherie." So saying, Amélie jumped to her feet and held her arms out. I bolted over and accepted the hug.
"I love you so much it hurts to be without you, Lena."
"The same is true from me to you."
"I wanted to keep you safe, and that was what gave me the push to ensure your safety. Even if it would cost my life."
"If it comes down to it, I'll protect myself if Widowmaker attacks. I won't kill you though; never that. Now, let's go back home; I got the staff."
On a rooftop away far to the south, Sombra was watching.
"Good. At this rate, they'll be ready in time for stage two." She said.