Fareeha awoke, almost lazily, as her eyelids slowly broke apart, staring up into the white abyss that she'd always done, save for the times when Angela's hair had managed to make its way up over her face. She hadn't ever particularly minded, as she could feel it before opening her eyes, anyway, but on the occasions where she was simply met with the ceiling, it truly felt as though it were a loss.

The most devastating loss was that Angela's warmth wasn't accompanying her in this bed. Her mind thought back to the night before; oftentimes they took turns on who got to curl up with the other- maybe it was her turn to be wrapped around Angela and she'd simply rolled away, inexplicably, in her sleep.

No, no. She heard running water. Angela had gotten up and had begun to start the day, leaving Fareeha in bed, restlessly turning to her side, seeking some sort of comfort as she buried her head in her pillow. It was one of those mornings, she thought; she'd be terrified to look into a mirror and see her hair. For the longest time, she'd been embarrassed for Angela to see her so disheveled, but after enough of the doctor's peeking at her as she quickly moved to find a brush, along with her words that she thought it was cute, Fareeha simply was embarrassed for herself to be seen in such a state.

She heard Angela's steps as she turned in the shower, and her eyes crept open to check her nightstand, noticing her music player had been pilfered from its charger. A sudden jolt of rock music faintly blaring out from the bathroom quickly suspended any suspicion as to where it went.

As she closed her eyes, Fareeha's lips curled into a grin against her pillow as Angela's voice gradually began to accompany the song, and although the song was in Greek, it didn't bother Angela, apparently, to try and make sense of the words in English, "I wanna set your house on fi-re!"

Fareeha suddenly snorted out a laugh, shaking her head as she buried her wide smile into her pillow, Angela's improvisation still running along like the shower, "Your baby's getting the lunch pail! Only on Wednesdays!"

She'd already surrendered the idea of any further sleep, but Fareeha remained where she was, more or less hiding for when Angela left the shower. She had no idea Fareeha heard her doing this, which was odd, considering how into it Angela would get, sometimes even belting out vocal solos. If she had checked, she would have found that Fareeha would take her favorite of her lover's misheard lyrics and place them in the actual lyrics on the player, though that never crossed her mind.

The squeal of the shower handle rang out as the water stopped, with Angela hurriedly shutting off the speaker in the shower. Fareeha heard her stepping out of the shower, though that was the extent of what she could ascertain for a few minutes, until she heard a sudden *click* beside her as Angela quietly returned the music player to its proper spot.

Fareeha would have loved nothing more than to find her near-nude lover in the act, but more so than the idea of teasing her to no end, she was awfully afraid that, if Angela knew, she would stop doing it, and her singing had been the highlight of Fareeha's mornings for months now.

She heard Angela stepping away, leaving Fareeha with her restless movements, acting as though she were just now stirring awake from her sleep. Angela's footfalls grew rapid as she rolled onto her back, sleepily, lifting her head to examine the room around her. She lazily rolled along across the bed, making it to the edge, and she slowly stood up, rubbing her eyes with a yawn, fixing the strap of her pajama top before slowly making her way out of the room.

Crossing the threshold immediately took you across from the bathroom, its door open as light filtered out. Fareeha slowly approached, finding Angela standing in front of the mirror, hair collected up at the top of her head in a fanciful twist, strands of hair falling like starlight behind her. Fareeha smiled as she watched her in the mirror, the doctor carefully poking and prodding at her face, hunting down any blemishes.

Her eyes suddenly shot down the mirror, right at Fareeha's reflection, her stare unamused at the idea of being watched during such an activity, "Can I help you?"

"No," Fareeha shrugged, her arms crossed as she leaned into the frame of the door, "I've just tried and tried to figure it out; I don't know how you manage to be so beautiful."

Angela scoffed, rolling her eyes as her leg reached over toward the door, kicking it closed, though it didn't finish its journey, leaving Fareeha enough space to see her lover's smile, though it quickly disappeared as Angela leaned over the counter, hanging her head as if trying to handle the words she'd just heard.

Fareeha grinned, her work finished, as she walked off, rounding the table before entering the kitchen. She quickly gathered an assortment of ingredients, the soft smell of eggs , tomatoes, and cheese fluttering in the air as she slowly whipped up an omelet, careful not to burn any portion of it. She stood, vigilant, over the stove, only breaking her concentration once Angela appeared behind her, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug.

"Hello, Chef Amari," she teased, wryly.

Fareeha shrugged her shoulders, as if to free herself, "Doctor, do you always treat your patients with such a lack of clothing?"

Angela reached her head over to kiss her arm, "Only the really, really good ones."

She walked to the refrigerator, ducking into it as Fareeha's eyes wandered toward her. She had taken to wearing Fareeha's shirts, as they were larger and managed to cover her modestly enough so that she rarely had to wear much else. She pulled out a carton of milk, reaching over to pour some into the egg mixture that she, now, designated as her own.

"I mean, I could char it too," Fareeha quipped, "It'd be just as appetizing."

Angela smirked at her, sticking her tongue out as she poured some into two glasses, "You're just jealous that I know good food. All those MREs must have ruined your palette, poor thing."

She turned back to the fridge, but was caught in Fareeha's grasp as she pulled her backward into her side, reaching up to hold her cheek so she could turn it up toward her, "I think I have a good idea of what tastes I enjoy."

Angela immediately blew up into a blush, hurriedly smacking Fareeha as she pulled away from her, annoyingly returning to the fridge, "J-Just finish breakfast, alright?"

Fareeha grinned, devilishly, "Yes ma'am."

Now flustered, Angela simply went off into a torrent of words as she took the two glasses around to the bar on the other side of the counter, "I swear, I wake up and all I hear is this and that. Just because you can spout out romantic nothings like it's a bodily function. One of these days, you'll see; I'll get you."

Fareeha simply went on smirking, carefully finishing up the omelets before plating them, turning to place them atop the counter before reaching for a small pot of herbs that sat on the counter, pulling off a bit of rosemary to place atop Angela's plate, "A sprig of rosemary for my-"

Angela shook her head, unenthused, "Not that one, dear."

Fareeha sighed, defeated, before joining her partner at the counter, the two beginning to eat as Fareeha spoke up, "So you're headed out on business today?"

"Mhmm," Angela confirmed with a nod, "U.N. stuff. Nothing as exciting as your trip."

Fareeha laughed between a mouthful of food, "Playing with rocks is fun? Boy did we grow up differently."

"I mean, Mei could make anything fun. The Inquisition? She'd give a passionate lecture on being drawn and quartered; you'd think she was trying to sell you on the experience."

Nodding, Fareeha grinned as she chewed, "I suppose. It's important work, too. I'll just keep reminding myself of that."

She rolled a piece of her omelet over, absently, "…no matter how difficult that may be."

"Look at you," Angela groaned behind a smirk, "One of these days you'll be wishing you had such an easy mission. I used to think these trivial desk-like jobs were for the birds, but I sort of enjoy them now."

She lowered her head toward her plate, her words escaping as a quiet mumble "It's nice knowing the people I'm speaking to will still be there tomorrow."

Fareeha slowly reached an arm around her shoulders, pulling her as close to herself as she dared, given the rocky nature of these barstools, giving a demure sort of grim smile, "Okay. I'll be damn happy about this mission."

"Oh hush; you're just-"

"I'm serious!" Fareeha shrugged, "You're right; I should really learn to appreciate these sorts of things. I mean, sure, it's not exactly what I had in mind when I dreamed of joining Overwatch."

She bent her head down against Angela's, gently rubbing her messy hair against her perfectly golden locks, "But I never expected to fall in love, either. So I need to temper my expectations. Just a slight bit."

Angela rolled her eyes with a shake of her head, finishing her demonstration of amusement with a stare up toward her lover, "You're such an idiot sometimes."

"Compliment received, doctor," Fareeha cooed playfully, "I'm your idiot after all."

Fareeha stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring ashamedly at her messy hair, almost groaning aloud, though not wanting to bring attention to herself. Angela was busy finishing up her packing anyway, so Fareeha kept her annoyance to herself.

She reached down, clutched the hem of her black tank top, pulling it up over her as she prepared for her shower, though as she dropped it to the ground, her eyes stared blankly into the mirror, almost darkly so. A dark sort of craggy mark ran down her chest in an irregular pattern, a remnant from the gunshot she'd sustained back in Ilios. The dark skin that almost suffocated her body had all but vanished, though this scar-like tissue remained. It ran down between her breasts before curving off to one side; a very noticeable condition, at least if you were the only person to be welcomed into Fareeha's body in such a way.

Suddenly, her head jerked up as she noticed Angela watching her through the mirror just like earlier; though, this time, they found each other on the opposite end of their reflections. Angela's face grew heavy, though Fareeha's remained still, the doctor taking a step closer toward her lover.

Fareeha lowered her head dismissively as Angela strode up to her, quietly, stopping at her back. Peering over her shoulder, she calmly reached her hand up, holding steady against Fareeha's stomach, near where the scar began, her voice as still as the waters on a lake.

"I'm so sorry."

Instantly, Fareeha grasped her hand, "Don't. It's not your fault. You know that."

Angela didn't reply, quietly rubbing her hand up the scar, her eyes peering seriously into the polished glass before them. Her hand crept up Fareeha's skin, running gently along the tender skin between her breasts, finally stopping atop the opposite end of the dark crease along her lover's beautifully tan skin.

She leaned her head forward, resting her forehead against Fareeha's sturdy back, clutching around her body with both arms, "Come back safe. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"Good thing you'll never have to find out, " Fareeha spoke deeply, a tremor running through to Angela's body as she spoke, "I'm never going to-"

"Get up."

Fareeha stared into the mirror, a curiosity growing on her face, "What? Babe, I'm already-"

"Get up."

Angela's voice was soft, yet strained, as if she'd been crying those words out not too long ago. It was quiet, almost faintly so. Fareeha spun around staring into Angela's warm eyes.

"Babe! I'm a-"

"Get up!"

Blue skies suddenly encompassed her, Angela's comforting warmth immediately turning into sweltering heat brushing across her face. Her muscles instantly tightened as she tried to move, but couldn't. She knew her body well, though; she knew she wasn't paralyzed, and that she was probably just in some state of shock as her memory flooded back into her mind.

Suddenly it stopped, as Angela's voice softly flowed into her ear. Such a weak voice, as if shed already run the gambit of shouting out, speaking it through tears, and now, was just simply attempting to muster up any strength to speak anything to her.

"Get up… please…"

Fareeha's teeth clenched as she tried to obey, but her joints were all locked up. Instantly, though, she remembered the threat as her ears picked up wheels on dirt, a large sound like a train growing in the distance, on its way to trample her. She groaned, seemingly alerting Angela to her being awake as a gasp came from her speaker. Fareeha could tell the pain relievers had probably softened her impact, and even now, she couldn't feel much of any pain.

She gripped the dirt with her fingers, attempting to push herself up, but unable to. Her eyes turned fierce, her body trying anything to do as Angela said, but only panic settled in as the pounding of wheels grew intensely closer.

Suddenly, a motor emerged, closer than the rest. Fareeha couldn't even turn her head, her eyes darting to the side of her head, trying to ascertain this new threat. Her heart raced as the motor slowed as it came up near her, still running as a door swung open, feet hitting the ground. Fareeha growled lowly, unable to even find words.

Then, that Roadhog appeared above her, staring down at her through his mask. Fareeha's eyes shot open wide in shock, almost turning to tears in relief, though before she could do anything, the large man bent down grasping her under her arms and dragging her backward, toward the car. He swung the backdoor open before sliding her in, hopping into the driver's seat and immediately hitting the gas, nearly slamming Fareeha into the back padding of the car.

As if the slight friction and movement had woken her nervous system, feeling began to return to her. She began to breathe easier as she moved more and more joints, hearing Angela in her ear calling off her biorhythms as they evened out through a tearful voice.

The doctor muttered, weakly, under her breath, "Tell me you love me."

Without pause, Fareeha answered, "I love you."

Roadhog's head darted up toward the rear-view mirror, catching her in a sudden shock, "N-No! I was talking to- never mind…"

The man shook his head as he turned back to the road, leaving Fareeha to wipe the nervous sweat from her face. She leaned forward, eying the plume of smoke from Oliver's convoy up ahead in the distance. Her fingers crawled into a fist as she thought of Mei up there, alone.

She wouldn't let her down this time.