"Do you remember what I taught you, mo ghràidh?" the voice whispered, soothing. Fingers brushed through the girl's hair as she stared at herself in the mirror.

Angry. Angry eyes, angry lips, an angry soul.

"Don't trust anyone but you, Máthair," the little girl responded, brown eyes twinkling dangerously.

The woman laughed softly, and she dipped down to press a kiss to the top of the girl's head, her face obscured by a waterfall of black hair. "That's right, mo phrìseil. Everyone out there is your enemy. Especially those who bear the brand of Overwatch. You'd do well to remember that."

The girl nodded, clenching the rabbit doll in her fist so tightly that the fabric under her nails began to rip. "Yes, mam."

A splitting headache was what awoke you, sending you hissing back into reality. The dream lingered, clinging to you like an undesirable scent and clouding your mind. 'Who was that woman? Why does it feel like I know her?... Nevermind that, where am I?' You blinked in the artificial sunlight streaming through the window, taking in your surroundings as quickly as the pain in your head would allow you to. Potted plants lined the shelves, many of which bore beautiful, fragrant flowers that seemed to glow in the artificial sunlight, some were being used as bookends, sheltering ancient plays and poems in their leafy embrace. The walls sported a pretty cream colour and a few framed pictures of flowers as well as a handful of pressed leaves encased lovingly behind the glass. On the dresser beside you was a picture of a kitten with a little stub of a tail all tangled up in streamers. You smiled. This room that gave off so much warmth and comfort was yours, but the arm draped over your waist wasn't.

There was an unfamiliar warmth pressed against your back and the gentle breath of sleep occasionally brushing against your bare shoulder. You tensed, mind racing and trying to remember everything that had happened the night before, fearing you knew the person behind you.

'There's no possible way!' you tried to tell yourself, squeezing your eyes closed and clenching a fist around the blanket pulled up over the two of you, almost as a guard to your nude form. 'You're in headquarters, Jeremy is not part of Overwatch, therefore there's no possible way he could make his way in here and into your bed. Even if there was, you wouldn't let him into your bed to take you again. You're safe, you're fine, calm down!' Steeling yourself, you attempted to slide out from underneath the arm and off the bed, but the shifting movement worked against you and shook your partner awake.

Dean grunted softly, stretching his arms a little before pulling you back flush against his chest with a chuckle. "Well, good morning sunshine," he murmured. He slid aside your hair to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, his other hand resting on your stomach, sending a shiver down your spine. "Did you sleep well?"

At the sound of his voice a wave of relief rippled through you and you relaxed back into the embrace with a smile and a sigh. Reaching up, you let your fingers tangle in his hair. "As well as I normally do, I guess. I had a strange dream, I can't quite call it a nightmare, though it did bother me…"

"Really?" he asked, yawning a bit into your skin before pressing a few quick kisses to it, his slight stubble brushing against the sensitive spot.

You couldn't help but giggle and squirm at the feeling, your fingers falling from his hair to attempt to cover the skin there. The movement made him groan sadly, but he conceded and pressed a kiss to your fingers instead, an apology. "Yeah. I was this little girl… to be frank she looked a lot like me, or what I would assume I'd look like as a child… and there was this woman whispering things to me in Gaelic, telling me not to trust anyone but her… I wonder what it could mean."

"Mmn," he hummed, drumming his fingers against your exposed stomach. "Do you think it could have been a memory? Something returning from your amnesia?"

"Possibly," you sighed, turning onto your back to look up at the ceiling. "But I can't be sure. God," you hissed at the pain that shot through you, bringing a hand up to your head and sitting up. "Fucking headaches. I'll be right back, just gotta go grab some aspirin."

He sat up behind you, placing a hand on your shoulder to keep you seated. "No, I'll get it. Where do you keep it?"

Turning, you smiled over at him, a little bit shocked. "Uh, the cabinet just to your right when you walk in. Are you sure? I can totally stand on my own and go get it myself…"

He chuckled a bit, leaning forward to press a kiss to your cheek. "Nah, I'll get it, you just wait here."

Your smile widened a bit when you looked down at your hands, listening to him walk off to the bathroom. It'd been a long time since you'd woken up with someone like that, and, though those memories were no longer fond, you couldn't help but feel a sort of relief and comfort in it. For a few moments, you could actually forget about all the things that plagued your mind about yourself and just relish in the feeling of being loved, and last night had definitely granted you more than just a few moments. You could remember it now that you had really woken up. Dean had warned you about Jesse, something you were still a little unsure of, and then suggested that he go out and grab some "actual drinks" as he had called them. Apparently you were still shaking and a nervous wreck, according to him, and a few drinks might do you some good. You'd refused to leave your apartment, of course, Dr. Penn had suggested you stayed in for the night, so Dean went out and grabbed an eight pack. From then on it was a lot more fuzzy, which you expected; you were a lightweight after all.

Sighing contentedly, you picked up your phone to check for any messages and found at least three missed calls from Lena, which you should have expected as you didn't get to see her after the accident and she was bound to be worried about you. 'I should probably call her,' you thought, dialing in her number. 'It is almost noon…' Almost as soon as you heard the first ring, Lena answered, sounding concerned.

"Briallen! Are you alright? Is everything okay?" she asked, nearly shouting in your ear. "Did Dean hurt you? Do you need help?"

You scrunched your nose, confused. "What?" you asked with a soft, anxious chuckle. "Why would Dean hurt me? I'm fine, are you okay?"

Lena laughed a little nervously. "I just- Jesse said there was a little altercation in your apartment involving Dean and that he couldn't do anything to help. I just wanted to make sure nothing bad happened to you."

The sincerity in her voice made you soften. "No, Lena, I'm fine. And… I don't know what to call it, but it wasn't an altercation, Dean was just worried about me is all. Everything's fine."

"Good," you could almost hear the sigh of relief. "How's your hand? Doing okay?"

"My what?"

"Your hand. You know, the one you cut open with the tea jar at the meeting?" she prompted, sounding a little exasperated.

"Oh! Yeah, uh," you looked down at your hand, flexing it. There wasn't any pain. Your brows furrowed. "Uh, give me a sec. I forgot to replace the bandage…" You tucked the phone between your ear and your shoulder and gently unwound the bandage from your hand to reveal… nothing. There was absolutely nothing wrong with your hand, no broken tissue, no bruising, no scarring, nothing. It looked exactly as it had before the incident happened. "Dè fo Shealbh," you murmured, turning your hand this way and that to examine it and finding absolutely nothing out of the ordinary.

"What was that?"

"Uhhhh, nothing. It's fine! The bioemitters are working wonders! I can hardly feel it," you said, not exactly lying, but not telling the truth either. You knew the speed at which the bioemitters worked, and they were most definitely not responsible for this. Hearing the bedroom door open, you waved Dean over. "Look, Lena, I'm gonna have to go. I'll call you later, alright?"

"What? So quickly?" she asked, disappointed.

"Yeah, I know," you turned to look over at Dean, only to find yourself at almost level height with his unclothed crotch. "I promise I'll cock- TALK to you later. Bye!" You could feel your entire face burning a bright vermillion as you hung up the phone and immediately turned away, making him laugh. "S-S-Sorry, I just-just-just wasn't expecting, well, uhm, you know... THAT," you tried to explain, gesturing wildly with your hands as you focused your gaze onto the carpet. 'That's a nice carpet, pretty blue… God, it's right next to me…'

Dean shook his head with a smile, grabbed one of your flailing wrists and placed the aspirin into your palm. "You are absolutely adorable when you're flustered," he remarked, leaning over to press a kiss to the top of your head as he set the cup of water down on the bedside table before going to find his clothes.

'Okay, so, I'm naked, he's naked, there was alcohol involved… oh,' you groaned, grabbing the cup and downing the pills and the water in one fluid motion. 'We definitely had sex last night… how much did I drink?...' If you could have turned a brighter red, in that moment, you would have. You set the cup down and bent over, holding your head between your hands with your elbows on your knees. 'We haven't even gone on a date yet… And-and-and he said that thing about me being his girlfriend last night… It's only been a day or two since he asked me to come to the party with him… God this is moving way too fast… But how do I tell him? What if he takes it the wrong way? I don't want to scare him off forever!'

"Briallen? Hello? Earth to Miss Marsh!" Dean sang, waving his hand in front of your face a bit. "I'm not really used to this kind of reaction…"

You jumped, meeting his eyes, which were glued to yours, an amusement shining in them. He was crouched down in front of you, now fully dressed in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that hugged his features marvelously, which meant you could look at him without feeling much shame. "Huh? Oh, I, um, I was just thinking, I dunno…" 'If I don't say anything now, things will definitely be going way too fast later!' "Uhm-"

"It was a little fast, huh?" he said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. "I'm sorry about that, I usually try holding off for a couple dates, but last night… we both got kind of drunk and, well…" He looked away for a few seconds, then clicked his tongue. "You know what, why don't I take you for a date right now? I know of this great little garden in headquarters we can go have a picnic in, then we can go right down to Eugene to get you fitted for your costume for the party," he offered with that brilliant smile of his. "What do you think?"

You thought for a second, biting the meat of your lip and looking down at the floor. Then, with a smile, you looked up and nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good."

"Yeah?" he confirmed, taking your hands into his to pull you up to standing, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Then, I'll let you get dressed while I go get the food and everything ready."

The greenhouse was, subjectively, the most beautiful place in the headquarters, according to Zenyatta; filled with so many varieties of trees, bushes, and flowers, as well as many different kinds of pollinators, it was almost its own ecosystem. The fact that the plants and their pollinators could survive for as long as they did this far underground fascinated not only him, but quite a few others on base, so he and his student weren't always alone for meditations. In fact, he actively encouraged others to join if they felt compelled to do so. It was always interesting to see who showed up, which people returned more often than others, and which ones took it way too seriously. It must have been fate that day that no one showed up and the girl walked in only a few minutes after he'd settled in.

All at once, his mind was bombarded with thoughts that weren't his own, which startled him. It had been a long time since another Omnic had sought to communicate in this way, and to be doing so in such a crude fashion, they must have been new at it. Thankfully, once he had found the right frequency, he was able to quieten those thoughts enough to work through them to find their source. Imagine his surprise to find not another Omnic at the other end of the tether, but a young woman.

"Something has distracted you, Master," Genji said, drawing Zenyatta's attention back to himself.

He hummed. "Yes, there is one here of Omnic mind who does not possess an Omnic body."

"What? How is that possible?" The shock and surprise in Genji's voice was amusing to the monk, and so, he chuckled.

"Life takes on many forms, my pupil. You and I alone are prime examples of that notion." He went quiet for a few seconds before speaking again. "I will admit, she is a very interesting case."

"An Omnic mind but a human body," Genji mused, drumming his fingers along his leg. "I wonder what that looks like."

"You may very soon get a chance to see for yourself," Zenyatta chuckled, nodding his head toward where the thoughts were coming. "For she approaches now."

True to his word, a giggling young woman rounded the bend and ducked playfully behind a tree, glancing over her shoulder once to watch behind her. As she turned to press herself against the trunk of the tree, she locked eyes onto his student and smiled brightly, holding a finger up to her lips with a wink. Following quickly after her was a familiar face to all three of them. As soon as he got close, she slipped behind the other side of the trunk, watching him gleefully from the shadows.

"Ah, Mr. Rose, how wonderful to see you again," Zenyatta said, catching his attention in order to play along. It was always so nice to see the young couples enjoying themselves instead of cloistering themselves away into office chairs and hunched over their desks. Nothing of value could be learned staring into those holoscreens all day. "How are the mantras working for you?"

Dean smiled a little, seemingly flustered as he shifted the picnic basket from one hand to the other. "Uh, great! I haven't had to use them as often, which is good, but they always help to keep me focused. You, uh, you wouldn't have happened to see a young woman dash by here? About five foot two, long brown hair, drop dead gorgeous?"

Genji shook his head. "No one but you has come by here. Perhaps Briallen went in a different direction?"

"Maybe, I dunno she- Wait. I didn't mention her name," he said, a small grin forming on his lips.

At that moment, Briallen leaped from the shadows, wrapping her arms around his neck and almost dragging him backwards with her weight. "Surprise!" she giggled, letting go so as not to choke him. "I gotcha good, didn't I?"

Dean let out a laugh, wrapping an arm around her waist to pull her against him, his eyes never seeming to leave Genji, who stood, with a slight stretch. "You definitely did! You had me worried there for a second, thought you ditched me."

"Aww, I would never do something like that," she said, shaking her head. "Anyway, it's good to see you again, Genji! How did that last mission go?"

"Very well, thank you! Tuscany is beautiful around the fall and Angela loves their cantucci, so it was like three birds in one," he laughed, seeming to also sense the rising tension coming from Dean. "I do not believe you have met my Master, yet. Master, this is Briallen Marsh, she is Winston's new assistant."

Zenyatta stood to shake her extended hand, keeping a careful eye on Dean. "Briallen Marsh, that is a name I am familiar with. You did a wonderful job with the fundraiser last year! I was eager to meet you, but your colleges had told me you had fallen ill just before and were unable to make it."

She beamed and blushed, seeming to waffle between being proud and embarrassed. "Oh, well, yes, that's true. I'm glad you were able to make it though! It always means a lot to me to hear people enjoyed my work, especially if it meant they ended up helping others in the long run."

"It is an honour to meet one so young, yet so devoted to the wellbeing of others," he said, giving her hand a gentle squeeze before letting go. "Only be sure to keep yourself in mind. You can only help others if you yourself have been helped first."

"Thanks, I'll, uh, I'll keep that in mind." 'Whatever that means…' the amusing thought came down the tether, and if Zenyatta were able to smile, he would have. She would learn in time what that meant, he believed.

"Well, if you two gentlemen wouldn't mind," Dean cut in before anymore banter could be had. "We do have a picnic to get to, hopefully before the ice melts. It was good to see you." And with that, he was ushering Briallen away with a hand pressed against the small of her back, though she didn't seem to mind. Instead, she smiled and gave a quick wave before happily coming along with him.

"He is not right for her," Genji mused as soon as they were out of earshot. "He will bring her much pain and suffering…"

"Some things cannot be helped. Sadly, she must learn on her own what is best for her," Zenyatta sighed, returning to his seated position in the grass.

"Mmn," his student replied, shaking his head. "So she is the one who has an Omnic mind?"

He nodded. "Enough so that I heard some of her thoughts. I do not think she is aware of it. She will be in time, it is not our place to explain her existence to her."

"I can't believe you two actually had sex already!" Lena said, shaking her head as she picked out her lunch. "That was, like, super fast, don't you think?"

You blushed a bit, following after her and doing the same. "I do think so, but like I said, we were both drunk and things happened…"

"And he's claimed you as his girlfriend already?" she asked, raising a questioning eyebrow at you. "You might want to watch it, Bri, I've known relationships like that and they've never ended well."

"Oh, I'm sure he didn't mean anything bad by it, I mean, I didn't really mind it. He did also take me on a wonderful date after we woke up," you said, trying to prove that it wasn't nearly as bad as Lena was making it out to be. You had told her pretty much everything that had happened, excluding what Dean had said about Jesse; Lena wasn't really at risk with her not being attracted to guys and all, and you really didn't want to ruin her image of Jesse.

She smiled a bit. "I heard, you guys ran into Genji and Zenyatta, didn't you? Genji said you two made a handsome couple. Did you guys ever decide what your costume theme was going to be?"

You smiled and nodded eagerly as you sat down and began to tuck into your lunch. "Yeah, we did! I'm not allowed to tell anyone, though, it's supposed to be a surprise, I guess. But, I did get fitted for the dress yesterday after the date and I caught a glimpse of the dress concept Eugene has planned for it! It's going to be absolutely beautiful!"

"I'm sure it will be!" Angela said, coming up to your table with a small, strange smile on her face. She was looking down at you with an expression that was almost like pity. "Eugene is very talented when it comes to dress-making. Briallen, I would like to talk to you in my office. Now, if that's alright."

Your eyes widened and you exchanged a worried glance with Lena. "Can I ask what this is about, Angela?"

She smiled thinly and shook her head. "I'm sure this is something you'd rather discuss in private, I'm afraid. Sorry to steal her from you, Lena."

Lena shook her head quickly. "No, that's alright, Doc. Bri and I can finish catching up later, yeah? Go on ahead."

"Thank you. If you would come with me, Briallen? You can take your lunch with you, if you'd like."

"Just take a seat right here," Angela said, gesturing to a rather comfortable looking armchair in her office as she pulled up a small table for you to set your lunch on. Her office wasn't as big as you'd expected it to be and it felt almost like you were visiting your old therapist with how it was decorated; her degrees all hung up nice and neat on the walls, a small bookshelf filled to the brim with books, not all medical, and quite a few plants sitting around. There were no filing cabinets; she must have switched purely to digital files long before you were hired.

You sat nervously, feeling like a kid about to be lectured. "So, what's this about?" you asked, almost instantly shifting uncomfortably in your seat.

Her smile was soft and… sad, in a way. "Jesse tells me you've been looking into the Black Wasp case. Is this true?"

Your eyes widened and your heart sank into your stomach. 'He wasn't supposed to tell anyone…' "Uh… am I in trouble if I say yes?"

Angela laughed softly. "No, you are not. In fact, Ana and I both knew you weren't going to drop the subject when Jack told you to. No, you're not in trouble. I didn't bring you here to lecture you, I brought you here to ease your mind. Jesse told me you drew some very interesting connections between yourself and Morrigan, to the point where you were concerned you were Morrigan. Is this also true?"

You narrowed your eyes, watching the doctor closely. "Yes. Angela, do you know something? Something about who I actually am?"

She nodded. "I do, but before I can explain that, I have to talk to you about Black Wasp and Organic Omnics. To be honest, Jack should be the one here talking to you about it as he was the closest to Aderyn, but he doesn't know I'm telling you about this. Let this be our little secret, hmm?" she said with a conspiratorial grin. "Tea?"

You shook your head. "No thank you."

"Very well. To start off with, you are not Morrigan Morgan, though, in a way, you resemble her. Not in your past actions, Briallen, but in what you've endured. You see, Dr. Aderyn Morgan was a very intelligent woman, though… misguided morally. I had the displeasure of meeting her once, and it was not pleasant conversation, let me tell you. Aderyn was the lead scientist of Organic Omnics, which was a government funded project created in Scotland sometime during the Omnic Crisis. It's original goal was to find a bridge between Omnic and Human to create some kind of peace between the two and help end the war."

"I get the feeling that wasn't at all what it was doing, was it?" you asked, taking a bite of your sandwich. It was definitely a relief knowing that you weren't the murderer you'd been doing so much research on, but hearing that you resembled her kept you a bit confused.

"Well, to a degree, it was. Aderyn was successful in blending humans and Omnics using a creation of hers called Living Metal. Tell me, do you remember the way the bullet wrapped around the bone of your right arm on the day we met for the second time?" she asked, pulling the offending bullet out of her desk. It was a little weird that she had kept it.

"Um, yeah. But I'd never been shot before or seen someone get shot outside of tv, and you didn't seem to really react strangely to it, so I figured it was normal," you said, leaning forward to get a better look at it.

"That would be because I didn't want to freak you out," she admitted, leaving the bullet on her desk. "I can assure you that bullets don't normally mould around bone like this. This bullet did so because the bones in your right arm are made up entirely of Living Metal, as are parts of your spine, and parts of your occipital, temporal, and frontal lobes. Have you ever noticed how Omnics around you almost seem to react to your thoughts? That's because Aderyn had implemented the communication link found in the hardware of many Omnic minds into your own, and many others like you."

You frowned, rubbing at your face in confusion. "Okay, okay, slow down. So, you're saying I'm part Omnic? That's.. You've got to understand that's a little hard to take in. I don't feel any different from what a normal person would feel like in any way. At least, I don't think I do… Even-even if I did, wouldn't I have been told this because of how long I spent in that hospital?"

Angela shook her head. "No, because we, Jack and I, paid them not to. Listen, before you get upset, Briallen, you have to know we did this for your own good," she said, standing up and walking over to you. She crouched down, taking your hands from your face and holding them gently in hers. "You were made in the image of Morrigan, the same engineering, the same genetic code, the same cybernetic enhancements, as were many young orphans who sadly ended up in Aderyn's care. But you managed to escape before Aderyn could turn you into a murderer. Jack and I just wanted what was best for you at that time, which was to hide any hint of your past identity. If you knew any of this, there was a chance you would have called attention to yourself and she would have found you again." Her eyes looked pleadingly up into yours. "Briallen, you don't have to forgive us, that's not what I'm asking you to do. I'm asking you to understand that we were only trying to help in the best way we could. Jack…

Jack felt responsible for you, Chäferli. He met you once when you were a child, back when he tried to stop Aderyn from becoming what she is today, and he left thinking he'd managed to persuade her. If he had known… he would've taken you away from that awful place, I know it. Every time our conversation steers to you, he gets the saddest look in his eyes because he knows he failed you. When I told him I found you again, when I told him what happened, he was so happy. All he wanted was to keep you safe and allow you to live the best life you could away from Aderyn. We did this to give you that life."

A few tears welled up in your eyes. You'd known Jack acted differently around you, but you could never put a name to it. Now, you felt you could. 'Was that… Was that him trying to be fatherly to me?' "And now?" you asked, trying not to cry. "What does this all mean? Who does that make me? Who am I, Angela?"

She smiled and squeezed your hands. "You are Briallen Marsh. You are the girl who escaped the clutches of a mad scientist who bent your body to her will, and you lived. You are the girl who sacrifices so much of her time, money, and body to those in need because your soul is so pure and your heart hurts to see them hurting. You are a beautiful, shining soul and I do not want you to ever think you are anything less because of what Aderyn's done to you."

Tears now flowed down your cheeks and you lurched forward, wrapping Angela up in an embrace. Throughout all the years of life you could remember, no one had ever been able to help you learn about your past. You had anguished over it night after night, just wanting to know your place in the world, not realising you'd already carved it out on your own. Even more than that, no one had ever tried to tell you that you were worth more than you thought. Your friends had all tried, but they just didn't understand. Now you knew.

Angela let out a soft chuckle, hugging you tightly back, and letting you cry into her lab coat for a little bit. After a while, after your tears had mostly dried and you loosened your grip around her, she pulled back with a smile. "What would you say if I told you that you had a chance to help even more than you already are?"

"What?" you asked, sniffling and wiping at your cheeks.

"Aderyn did more than give you cybernetic enhancements, Briallen. She played with your genetic code, but hid it all away until she was ready to use you. If you give me the chance, I could reactivate the code and you could be more than just an assistant."