Title: Against the rules

Chapter 13: Good Morning

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Widowmaker POV

My side hurt. A slow throb. Nothing sharp or painful. Just a small irritation. I want to go back to sleep. My tired brain begs for relief from the long day yesterday.

I felt a small weight shift slightly on my chest. Has she woken up already? It can't be that late. I tighten my lids, fighting away any chance of waking up for it only to wake me up further.

I feel a small slender finger slowly trace the tattoo etched on my forearm. She's awake. Her fingers glide along each line and letter. Like she was trying to understand it.

"It means 'Nightmare'." I whisper, causing her finger to stop dead in its tracks before continuing.

"Why do you have it?" I heard Lena's small voice, trying to conceal what she was saying from the people in the other room, if they was still here.

"It's better than a bunch of scars. The scientists wanted me to look flawless and deadly, scars make you look beaten and broken. It's an alright way to cover them up." I whisper back as my free hand wiggles around to hold Lena closer to me.

"Is that the same case with the widow on your back?" She mumbles as her leg softly twists around my waist.

"Oui. Most of the other scars are covered by my suit or gear." Her fingers stopped moving along the ink infested skin. I slowly move my fingers down her arm to her own hand and interlace our digits.

I hear her sigh softly before her head burrows back into my shoulder.

"You know, ma Chérie, this would be a lot more comfortable without these clothes on." I quietly say into her hair, taking a long sniff of her short brown tresses.

"Is this how you smooth talk me into getting naked love?" her cocky attitude shows as her head twists to look at me.

I feel my cheeks start to flush and warm up a little.

"N-non. I was suggesting nightwear." I stutter slightly, my fingers fumbling with her own. I soon hear the melody of her quiet giggle as her lips tap my cheek in a loving kiss.

"Calm down love, I knew what you meant." She whispers against my skin, sending shivers down my spine.

"Why are you wearing my clothes anyway?" I ask, my eyebrow arching in question as her own face brightens up like a stop light.

"They're… comfortable? Alright, I missed you and you left them here." She burrows her head into my shoulder as she slowly tells the truth.

"It's okay Chérie, it's actually quite hot to see you in my stuff." I silently say the last part in her ear, her body shifting slightly in my arms.

She doesn't reply. I hold her close to me and enjoy the silence as I look up at the white ceiling. Her slow breathing against my arm that is held around her upper body and her hot breaths on the cool skin of my shoulder.

"We need to talk about two days ago love." I hear her small voice as she tilts her head to the side so I could hear the words. I didn't want to have this conversation when we was in such a good place but I guess I can't help that.

"Why did you go to shoot Mercy?" She asks, sliding her hand out of my own to place it on my bare stomach. Her thumb rubbing up and down reassuringly.

"I… I don't know… can you just believe me when I tell you what happened?" I ask, looking down a little at the deep brown eyes of the Brit.

"That's why I'm here love." She whispers before placing a soft kiss on my shoulder. I take a deep long breath and look around the room for a moment before looking into Lena's warm eyes.

"What she said… about Gérard… it hit a little close to home… I had this… this… flashback of what happened the night I killed him. The next thing I know you pushed the gun out of the way. I can't even remember thinking about shooting her."

I look away from her big eyes, she's too forgiving. Too nice. I didn't deserve her but somehow I'm here. Strange isn't it?

I feel soft, petite fingers touch my jaw and directing my face back towards her direction. I couldn't look into her eyes.

"Amélie… look at me." I heard Lena demand in a nice way. Her voice ever so compelling.

I lock my eyes onto the pale, freckled face of Lena Oxton, her eyes not judging or filled with hate or sadness. Just the overwhelming look of understanding.

"It's okay. I spoke to her and she said she'll try to see you in a better light. I just need you to talk to me about these things love." Her fingers ghost around my jaw and cheek. I nod slightly as I lean my head into her smooth warm fingers.

Her eyes suddenly turn down and try to find something other than me to look at.

"What is it, Chérie?" I ask, frowning slightly at the change in mood. She needs to be happy. That's my mission, making Lena happy.

"How long do you have left here?" She whispers so low I barely caught it. I knew how long I had left, I've been counting down the days. I didn't want my time with Lena to end.

"Two days." I mumble, my hands tangling into the shirt on the Brit. She's upset. I can see it. She can't even look at me right now.

For some strange reason I believe that her being hurt right now is because of me. Even though it's completely irrational and not in my power I feel great guilt for her being upset.

I felt her slowly move away from me. I didn't want to let her go. I want her to stay close. But I didn't stop her from moving away. Why? I don't know. She sits on the edge of the bed facing out towards the rest of the room, her clothes slightly twisted and creased but alright overall.

"I uh… I'm going to jump in the shower." I heard her say, her voice trembling at first before she regained her composure with a firm cough.

I nod softly. Not trusting my voice to be as confident as the brunette in front of me. Why am I not stopping her? Why am I letting her leave?

I need to stop her.

But I didn't.

She got up and stepped into the hallway where her bathroom is, the door firmly closing behind her with a click and the clunk says she locked the door too.

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I slowly pull on a black short sleeve skin tight polo shirt, trying to be careful not to pull at my wound too much. It hurts a lot more now that I'm moving.

I fold my collar into place and button up all three buttons. I stand up wincing from doing it too quickly before looking in the mirror. I slide my fingers along my cold skin. I couldn't feel the coldness of it, but I knew it was cold.

When they first did this slowing of the heart rate and cooling they didn't think too far into it. I used to shiver all of the time because my body could tell I was colder than usual. My brain fought against these changes but they soon put an implant in to change that too.

I reach up to the back of my head, feeling a small bump where they took my skull away so they can place implants in. Luckily they could stimulate hair growth so I didn't have to worry about being seen with half a head of hair. Although that may have been quite funny.

After they changed me completely, I didn't care what they did. It was almost a natural thing. My body didn't resist and they knew my mind wouldn't. Not after everything they've done to it.

The first ever change they did was when they put the spider in. From then, it slowly took over, with help from torture and training from Talon of course. They hit me, took advantage of me. They changed me from the inside and the outside.

But questions still lingered about the spider from yesterday. Unanswered questions.

The captain at the British base rewritten my code ma'am.

The spider's voice seemed nicer now, almost reassuring. Before it was harsh and shrill, bending me to its will.

Why did she change your code?

You're going to have to ask her that yourself, she never told me.

Oh great, another meeting with her. It's not like I don't like her it's just I have too many secrets that she cannot know about. What if she's put a system in to read my thoughts?

She hasn't. I also cannot give any information to anyone about what you think. Especially when you think about Lena, even adults wouldn't be able to see that and not be scarred for life.

I chuckled to myself. I'll admit that some thoughts are a little inappropriate.

What is different now than before then?

You've already noticed my voice is different. I also have a better adapt feeling mechanism so I won't be so merciless and I don't tell you to kill everything.

That's strange. Why would she do that? Doesn't she want me to be no feeling and a cold blooded killer?

You'll have to ask about her motive ma'am. But for now, Lena has come out of the bathroom.

Before I could react on the information the spider has given me I feel a smaller body on my back and small arms sliding around my waist. I can feel her head pressed against my shoulder blade and from looking in the mirror I can see her wet, brown mop of hair.

"I don't want you to go." She whispers into my shoulder weakly her voice thick from emotions. Was she crying?

I gently lift my hand to caress her two entwined ones that are gripping me like I'm her lifeline. I smile sadly. I didn't want to go either but if I don't I'll get killed. Then I won't be able to see Lena again.

I turn slowly in her arms, careful not to catch my wound on her arms. I hold her face with both of my hands, my thumbs stroking her cheeks slowly as I look into her bloodshot, tear filled brown eyes.

"I can't stay Chérie… I wish I could. I really do." I press my nose to hers and shut my eyes, trying to calm her down a little. I know she's upset. What can I do?

Find a way to communicate while you're at Talon.

Why didn't I think of that? This way I won't have to leave her completely until I manage to get some more time off which I highly doubt will happen but with the new boss I can't make any definite plans.

"I need to go out and do something. I swear I'll be back in no time and I may even get you a gift." I press into her nose a little more, not wanting to be a partical apart never mind down the street.

"Will your side be okay?" Her fingers gently caress my side where the patch of bandages are. Ah Lena, always the caring one.

"I'll pick up something for it. Talon has this spray that heals me up quick, I'll try to find some on the black market or something." I open my eyes and move my head back to get a good look at her.

Her cute little face making me smile as I try to count the splash of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Her eyes a soft brown making me want to tell her everything on my mind. Her lips, god her lips. Plump and red almost begging to be met with my own.

I moisten my lips slightly before lowering my face back to hers and tilting my head to the side so our noses don't collide. Her soft lips touch my own in a small kiss at first, but I soon came back for more.

I thrust my face forward slightly as I roughly catch her lips in my own in a passionate embrace. My hands grip her own two as I start making our way to the bed. My tongue laps at her lip once, giving her the idea as she opens up her mouth.

I push my tongue inside, wanting to be as physically close to her as possible. I tussle with Lena's own wet muscle. It was a winning fight and the woman below me knew that.

I reach down to grab the backs of her legs but detach myself half way down as a yelp escapes my mouth and a pain flares in my knew instantly what was wrong and lifted my top to check the bandage.

"Right love. You just go and get that spray so we don't have this problem again because I'm not sure my body can take any more of this stopping thing." Lena commands softly as she pulls my top back down.

"Je suis désolé, Ma Chérie…" I whisper looking down slightly from guilt.

"I don't speak French but I know that look. Don't worry about it love. Just… hurry?" She asks lifting my chin with her small hand giving me a hopeful look.

I nod and smile at her. I kiss between her brows gently before grabbing a jacket and pulling it on before stroking her face slowly, I can't get enough of her. She's like my own personal drug.

She pushes me away slightly before mouthing 'go'. I smirk slightly, she must really need some relief down there. And I'll make sure she'll get it.

I go to the door not removing my eyes from her towel clad body, making sure she sees me looking so she knows that I want this. I open it and slip out, giving her one last wink before I close the door.

I hear a small gasp and turn to see a very red underneath a shocked jacketless Sombra. I smirk and see Sombra go bright red before getting off the top of the small Korean girl.

"I need to get a couple of things from the black market. Are you coming Sombra?" I ask the Hispanic girl, crossing my arms as I watch her try to not make eye contact.

"Y-yeah sure. Need to pick up some stuff anyway…" she stumbles over words only making my expression more amused.

I walk towards the door past the coffee table where the black jacket was thrown. I smirk as I pick it up.

"You must've been desperate for it to fly this far away from you." I say in my cool collected voice, loving how the Korean and Hispanic squirmed and turned brighter than a stop light.

I decided to let them off easy by just throwing it on the darker skinned woman's lap and continuing my casual walk to the front door. I do love teasing Sombra. And for once, I hold the information when it comes to this… scenario.

Two can play the game of blackmail my friend.