Welcome to the final chapter of Adventures of Quillion (Overwatch)!
I must admit, I did not expect to finish this one, especially since this was my very first Fanfic and posting once a week for 70% of the time was quite a fun challenge.
Thank you very much for your kind words in the review and for giving this Fanfic a chance, the rest of my note will be in the bottom so… Enjoy :)
*France: Outskirts of Paris*
Lena led the way while Quillion tightened his jacket to block the cold winds, still unused to the cold especially after spending months in a summer-like and humid climate.
They have landed a little distance away from Paris and had to go on foot to a train station about half an hour away. Lena was wearing a hoodie and a cap to hide her hair and most of her face while Quillion just wore a bundle of jackets and holding onto a cup of coffee he just brewed in the shuttle.
"You know… I'd thought it'll be warmer in April" he said through chattering teeth.
"Apparently winter decided to stay a little bit longer this year" she said.
When they finally reached the station, he was puzzled when she bought tickets to a destination away from the city, going down the South-East direction.
"You know when you say Paris, I thought we'd be in Paris" he said, grateful they are finally in the warmth of the train.
"Lox didn't know I relocated the asset, but we're not going far so don't worry about it"
"That's true but…" he said, looking at the train line above him "I'm sure landing a little bit closer wouldn't hurt"
"The town's too small and there's a lot of people, it'll attract unwanted attention"
Shrugging, he sipped his coffee and looked around at the happy families in the train. The atmosphere is definitely different from when he took the train in England. Instead of people staring grimly at the news, they are looking outside the windows, instead of train music, he could hear families, especially children, laughing across the carriage.
"Is it the same back in England?" he asked Lena, who was also looking out the windows.
"I don't know but from what Athena told me, yes"
"Right… So this person you're watching over, what should I know about him?"
"She can make a mean Apple Strudel"
"Oh it's a she? Ok, Apple Strudel sounds good"
He sighed in relief. For a wild moment he thought she was taking him to take care of that Widowmaker because she is the only French person that he had come across with any sort of relations to Overwatch, but from this description, there is no way it would be her. She wouldn't be baking anything.
They passed a few towns and he was impressed to see that each of them were having their own carnivals and celebrations. He was even more surprised when Lena got off at the most extravagant town, where most of the riders also got off.
"Well, looks like this person knows how to party" he said happily as people pushed drinks into his hands.
"Err… I wouldn't say that" Lena said, pushing past the crowd.
It soon becomes apparent that they are moving away from everyone and, after halfway eating through a free hotdog, she is going up to what looks like a graveyard.
"Hey now, I don't plan to die today, especially not in the cold" he commented.
"Aww common, I'm not that nasty" she laughed and pointed to the only tree in the area "She's waiting over there"
Looking over carefully, he noticed that there is a lone person standing there, looking down at what must be a grave.
"Amateur, but might as well be in an obscure place" he thought, adjusting his ear muffs and hoping that they could go somewhere warmer quickly.
"Heya!" Lena greeted, causing the woman to jump and turned around.
"Oh you gotta be kidding me" he said saw who it was, subconsciously reaching for the pistol, stopping when he realized something strange.
Gone is the fearless assassin in the skintight suit, she now feels and looks like a totally different woman. Dressed in a thick coat, she looked smaller than how he remembered her, especially when her posture is slightly hunched over, seemingly out of fear.
Her skin was still blue though.
"I thought you were coming alone?" Amelie asked Lena.
"Slight change of plans luv, after some thought, I've decided that Quil here will be your guard"
"What?" they both asked in unison.
"Trust me, you won't find a better guard than him!"
"May I talk to you for a minute?" Quillion said, dragging Lena to the side.
"H-Hey!"
"You do realize who she is right?" he whispered angrily.
"She's my friend"
"She's an assassin! She does not need a guard, she needs containment!"
"Look, she needs help to adjust back to normal life and 'containment' is not the place to do it" Lena said firmly.
"Then shouldn't Overwatch be the one looking after her?"
"We are"
He paused and expected her to continue and when she didn't, he realized what she meant.
"I didn't say I'm rejoining Overwatch"
"You did, you said you'll return after you finish your business in Malaysia, since you're finished and I outrank you, you are obligated to follow my order, besides-" she paused and looked back at Amelie, who had returned her attention to the grave "- I can't think of anyone else who will be able to stop her if she snaps"
She pulled out a copy of the letter he left months and he saw that was indeed what he wrote. Why would he write that?
"Regardless, she shouldn't be walking around like this"
"But if you're with her it'll be fine right? Okay bye!" Lena said, Blinking away before he could say anything.
Stunned, he weighed his options. He could easily just walk away right now... But his conscience would not let him. He could not just leave someone so dangerous to roam around freely as long as he could help it, especially if innocent people are celebrating nearby.
"I could arrest her" he thought, but without actually seeing her committing a crime, he had to stay his hand.
"You can go, I don't need someone to watch over me" she said softly.
"Trust me, there's nothing I'd like more than to get out of the cold" he said, leaning against the tree to shield himself from the wind.
"And?"
"What man would leave a woman to stand out in the cold all alone?" he said, crossing his arms.
"That wasn't what you two said" she said, pulling a rose from her jacket and replacing the withered one on the ground.
"Fine, leaving an Assassin out here without a leash is too dangerous for me to ignore" he said casually.
Soon after he said those words, he could hear someone crying, which is odd because he was sure they were alone, the strangest part is that it seemed to be coming from Widowmaker. Looking around the corner, he felt his jaw drop when he saw it was her who was crying.
"Oi… This ain't the time to be acting alright?" he said quickly, his lips numb "I mean, we've worked with each other before so-"
"It's not fair!" she sobbed, wiping away the cold tears "They took him away from me! They even took myself away from me!"
Falling to her knees, she began hitting the ground with her fists, her cries drowned away by the celebrating crowd, leaving only Quillion to hear it all.
"The worst part is that I enjoyed it… I remember that I enjoyed it… I… I…"
He tried not to feel pity, to convince himself this had to be a trick. She was Talon's best Assassin after all and could be putting up a show to lower his guard, but after months of killing drug dealers, he was accustomed to lies and deception… This does not feel like either.
"Mr Quil?" she suddenly asked.
"Y… Yes?"
Without warning, she pounced on him, stunning him with a knock to his chin, dropping him to his knee. Dazed, he was able to push her away from him and when he reached for his pistol, it was gone.
"Je suis tellement desole"
He looked up and saw his pistol under her chin, her finger already squeezing the trigger.
Fireworks from the carnival exploded, the gunshot melded into it so it did not cause any panic. With a firm hold on her hand, he waited until the effects of the Battle Rage to dissipate before speaking.
"Don't, and I repeat, don't you ever do that again" he said angrily, prying the pistol away from her hand.
"Why? Why can't you just let me?" she said, breaking down again as she pounded his chest.
"Are you all psychotic?" he muttered, ejecting the magazine and emptying the chamber.
He was stumped, wondering why everyone he meets seem to have some kind of horrific or outrageous personal issue, Lena, McCree, Morrison, now Widowmaker.
"Alright. Here's the thing, I'm told to watch over you so I'm pretty sure it means keep you alive" he said finally "So instead of shooting ourselves, how about we do something?"
"What?"
"What do you do to pass the time?"
"Nothing"
"Common, there has to be something"
He could see the gears turning slowly in her head and saw something click.
"I dance…" she said.
"Good you da-, wh-, yes dance, good, why don't we find a place to dance eh?" he stuttered through, now curious what kind of dancing she does.
"I can't dance in these"
"Sure, what do you need?" he asked, willing to do anything to keep her mind off her current situation.
"It's… All back in my home"
"Alright, let's go back to your place, we'll grab your stuff and let's dance the night away eh?" he said.
A tone rang out from her coat and she pulled it out.
"It is from Lena" she said before reading out the contents "Quil wants some apple strudel, be a dear and make some for him :D"
Seeing that there is a direct line to Lena is a comfort to him, if anything else happens he will at least be able to call her. Wherever she is, she better come back soon.
"Do… Do you want some strudel?" she asked.
*Korea*
Hana reached the airport and let out a sigh of relief that she got here on time. She had just completed a major Starcraft 2 Comeback Event, where she dominated her opponents within record time, even prompting an adhoc 2 vs 1 battle against her just to drag the event longer. However, it was concluded quickly and she left before anyone could take a picture with her, rushing to the airport as quickly as possible, leaving a shocked Dae-hyun as her representative.
Landing Tokki in a designated area, she opened the hatch and a bag of chips. She was able to avoid detection from the crowds so she could relax and look at the happy families who are going or returning from somewhere. She had been envious at their freedom for so long that even waiting around near them now almost hurts.
Soon that will all change when a shuttle landed nearby and an old friend stepped out.
"Lena!"
"Hana!"
She Blinked forwards to Hana and they hugged, jumping on the spot and laughing excitedly.
"Ready to go?" Lena asked.
"All packed and ready!" Hana replied, indicating the packed bag hanging from her Tokki's turrets.
"Great! Lets go!"
Hana was about to run up the ramp when she paused for a moment, a mixture of excitement and fear rippled through her.
For most of her life, her only exposure to the world was normally confined to E-Sport Arenas and ever since she joined the military, she had only read Mei's public journals about her travels around the world, fascinated by all the places that she had been. So why? Why would she feel doubt when the life she fantasized is in front of her?
"Common luv! The world's not gonna wait!"
"We can come back anytime right?" Hana asked, looking back at her Mech, which will be collected by her teammates soon.
"I'm sure Lox wouldn't mind if you ask nicely enough"
Taking a deep breath, Hana nodded and ran up, trying to ignore the sound of the ramp closing behind her.
"I already told you! I ain't gonna fly anywhere else and that's-" Lox complained until he realized who is the new passenger.
"D-D-Dva?" he stammered, almost bowing out of respect.
"Hiya! Wow, this is what the pilot seat looks like?" she marveled "It's just like Flight Simulator!"
"S-She's coming along?" he asked Lena.
"Yup, don't worry, once you drop us off at base, I'll take over as the pilot"
He looked at her as if she was insane.
"Take over? With all due respect Lieutenant, but I'm the pilot of this shuttle!" he said with conviction before turning his attention back to Hana "Where can I take you Ms Dva?"
"I wanna go to Disneyland!" she said excitedly.
"Alright, which one?"
"There's more than one?!"
Lena sat back and watched them excitedly plan out the itinerary, silently glad not to be the one planning. She could not think of anyone else to bring along with her on this trip, as Hana is also around the age to 'find herself' and Lena needed a reminder how someone around this age would seek it.
Before she would just attend raves and drink to her heart's content, mixing up with various randoms that she would meet and have tons of bogus philosophical-sounding talks, but she had completely outgrown that. A fresh start requires a fresh point of view, which Hana would provide.
Plus, she's a cool friend to have around.
"What do you think Lena? Which one should we go to?"
"Let's go to the original!"
"Alright! A one way ticket to California!" Lox announced enthusiastically and they took off.
"Shouldn't you bring your family there Lox?" Lena teased.
"We went there last year so it's fine" he said.
Even with full speed, it would take 6 hours to reach their destination so Lena led Hana to her room, which was the largest one in the shuttle. She was worried that Hana would find it somewhat boring without a computer or television, considering that she plays games for a living, but to her relief, Hana was glad.
"I forgot what a room is like without a screen!" she yelled, jumping onto the bed and lay down "So much more peaceful"
"You can't be thinking about going to sleep"
"Why not? I'm on vacation right?" she replied with her eyes closed.
"We just started flying!"
"Isn't this what people do though? Sleep during a flight?"
"I suppose, but- Ok, we'll be outside if you need anything"
"Hey Lena?" Hana called just when the door was about to close.
"Yeah?"
"Thanks"
Lena smiled and shut the door before plopping herself in the seat next to Lox, who looks incredibly happy.
"I still can't believe we have THE Dva in our shuttle!" he said.
"It is sorta strange eh?"
"Do you think she'd give me her autograph?"
She laughed and sat back, losing herself in her thoughts, trying not to ponder too much in the past, rather to try to look to the future. A future where it seems bright and worth living in, hoping that this randomness in their journey would show her something along the way.
"Hey, what happened to Quillion? You still haven't told me why you just drop him in Paris"
"Why? It's a nice city, would you have preferred to leave him in the jungle?"
"No but… I don't think he should be left alone with that woman, I mean..."
"Just say whatever's in your mind" Lena said, putting her hands behind her head, watching the clouds.
"I mean… I know you trust him and everything but… You can't trust him THAT much ya know?"
"Why? Talon's gone"
"No, I mean… That Widowmaker may have been trained to 'encourage' men you know? Sway their feelings and all, given enough time…"
"And why are you saying this? Be frank"
"Okay… I'll be frank" Lox said, clearing his throat "I know Emily's passing was just three months ago and you need time to heal, that could easily take up a year or two, but life goes on, and I strongly believe love and care are needed in the recovery process, which I, personally, think Quillion can help with"
Lena didn't say anything, keeping her eyes on the clouds. She knew the reason why she left him there and why she had to go, but there is an uneasiness growing slowly in her ever since Paris.
"Like you say, life goes on, he'll survive" she replied.
"Common Lieutenant, I've never seen anyone do what he had done for anyone, that man has his head over his heels, even an extra somersault, for you. I know you prefer women over men but… I don't think you'll find anyone better than him, it'll be a shame if he gives up and -"
"Enough! I found Emily didn't I? The world's big enough!" she snapped.
"Sorry Lieutenant, but I'm just being frank" he said, pulling out a book and muttering "That doesn't mean I'm right"
An uncomfortable silence stretched between them, saved for the constant hum of the engine and Lox's scribbling, to which Lena decided to lighten the mood.
"By the way, won't Smith be a bit upset if we just fly to Disneyland?"
"I'm sure he wouldn't mind"
"Really?"
"Nope"
*France: Chateau Guillard*
Quillion stared in awe when he stepped out of the boat and looked at the estate. Amelie told him that it was a chateau but he wasn't expecting this. Though it looks run down, it still maintains some sort of respectable majesty and has a beautiful view of the surrounding area, especially with the setting sun.
However, the most important thing is that Amelie is no longer controlled by her emotions, or rather, she's back to being the emotionless figure that he knew. Though this relief is a double edge knife as this would mean she is just as capable to kill like before, so he needs to be on his guard regardless.
"You live here?" he asked her as they walked up the stairs, carrying bags of groceries.
"Yes"
Looking to his left through an arc, he saw that there is a statue of someone in the middle of the courtyard, to which he made a mental note to investigate later. Following the path, they crossed a large wine cellar before climbing higher to where the dining room must be. The problem was that most of this castle is open, therefore there is no place for him to warm up.
Seeing how cold he was, Amelie walked to a fireplace and started a fire.
"Thanks, I needed this" he said gratefully.
"Dinner will be served here, I'll let you know when it's ready" she said, pointing to the table in front of the fireplace before walking away.
"Oh don't you worry, I'll be here"
After he felt that he warmed up enough, he noticed there was a library at the end of the room, just a platform higher than where he was standing. Climbing the stairs, he was browsing the books when he saw a picture at the leftmost shelf.
It's a wedding picture of a perfect-looking couple. A handsome husband with a beautiful wife in his arms, he could not tell where this wedding took place but it looked like a beautiful day. He could also guess this has got to be one of those high-class private, expensive weddings that only the wealthiest are invited judging by the size of that diamond on her finger.
As much as he tried to browse the books, his eyes kept darting back to the picture, trying to figure out why the woman is so captivating, unable to shake off the feeling that he had seen her before. Annoyed, he wished he could access whatever data is stored in his 'memory bank/bomb', just to see if this was just someone that he met from his past.
A delicious smell broke him from his pondering and he found himself following it hungrily, tracking it until he could hear someone humming a tune almost as sweet as what he was smelling behind a door. Opening it, he stood still at what he saw, his hand absentmindedly moved to his pistol when he saw who it was.
"Yes?" she asked.
He didn't know what else he should've expected. She said she would be preparing the meals and this place looked abandoned so it could not have been anyone else, but to see her like this was still as shocking as they come.
Amelie had her hair tied up in a bun and is in a kitchen, an actual kitchen. Pots and pans were hanging down neatly from the ceiling and spread out on the table were all the ingredients. Behind her was an oven that looks like it is in the process of pre-heating and a large boiling pot where the smell was coming from. However, what was most shocking to him was to see her actually wearing an apron. An actual apron. A pink apron.
If she was not some famed Assassin, he would even dare to call her a beautiful woman, even if her skin was blue. However, he was no fool, the woman in front of him is none other than the Widowmaker, therefore he must be on his guard, especially when she is holding a knife and halfway through dicing an apple.
"I'm just checking how you're doing" he lied, taking great care to keep an eye on the knife.
"Are you saying you want to help?" she asked.
"That's what I'm here for" he replied, looking around for anything that she could've used to poison the food before inspecting the apples "You know, that apple ain't as ripe as these"
"How can you tell?" she asked with such convincing curiosity that Quillion was taken aback.
He spent the whole afternoon in the kitchen with her. What was supposed to be a guise to ensure that nothing is being tampered with by measuring and weighing all ingredients, he found himself enjoying his time with Amelie, impressed at her skills and knowledge in cooking.
She had also shown interest in his almost natural ability to spot good fruits, which he showed off with earnest. To have someone to listen to his stories about nonsensical things like this is absolutely refreshing. However, he was also careful not to be too entranced by her, to which she brims with, as every time she walks, she sways with a grace that could easily turn heads, and her accent was just so easy on the ears. For goodness sake, he even caught himself staring at her lips when she tastes the soup.
He knew that he was at a disadvantage and can be easily compromised emotionally. After months of brutal fighting and loneliness in the jungle, it is only natural that he would be strongly attracted to the first person he would spend some time with.
"Remember who she is Quillion" he chanted in his head.
To distract himself, he thinks about the things he could be doing now if he did not take up this job. Would he have gone back to Venice to sketch the city? Gone to a country where he could help rebuild something? What kind of a future could he be a part of to make them proud? And what is Lena doing?
And why, of all the people in the world, would Lena throw him to be with some, admittedly hot, French assassin?
"Fais attention, le couteau est très trenchant" she warned, grabbing his hand.
"What?"
"You're not looking" she said, indicating his fingers that he was about to chop.
"Oh wow, thanks" he replied, trying to ignore how surprisingly soft her hands are.
"Mr Quil? Can I ask you a question?"
"Just Quillion, sure"
"Do you hate me?"
He looked at her carefully and gripped the knife tighter in case she plans to do something stupid with it.
"Why would you ask that?"
"Back in Venice, the things I had to do to escape" she said quietly "I remember how you looked at me"
"Well, we managed to escape so that's the important part of the story" he said casually, swallowing his frustrations as he is unable to shout at her about that now "All is forgiven"
"Really?" she asked hopefully.
"Besides, I can't remember the last time someone has ever cooked for me so how can I be mad at that person?"
"Exaggeration"
"No really, I literally can't remember"
He saw her features soften and smiled at his words before returning her attention to the soup. He didn't mind, it would be too complicated to explain how literal that statement was.
An hour later, the food was finally ready and he had no clue what anything was, but he had to force himself to eat with her pacing, as she said the next dish would be ready for serving if they ate at the 'normal' pace. For months he admittedly ate like a wild animal, stuffing his face with as much fruits or game as quickly as possible, as he was always on the move or in the process of tracking the Tigers down, so to eat so slowly, especially when he can actually sink his teeth into something properly cooked and seasoned, was nothing short of heaven and hell for him.
"The food is bad no?" she said, looking at him.
"What?" he asked in shock. The soup and the fish tasted amazing! His only complaint was that there wasn't enough for it.
"You do not need to lie, I know the look when someone is not enjoying the food..."
His first reflex was anger. Here he was, trying to be a good guest in an ancient manor and the host is not even realizing it, but he calmed himself. Remembering why Lena did not want her to be in jail, Amelie must be testing how far she was to reconnect with society, thus the harsh judgement on her own cooking.
In response, he forgo any mannerisms of the 'higher class' and dropped his utensils. Making sure she was looking, he grabbed the small slice of chicken and devoured it in one bite.
"Think the next dish would be ready if I really enjoy myself?" he smiled, pleased to see her shocked face.
"You remind me of the fatman, Agong"
"I WHAT?" Quillion roared, slamming a hand on the table and stood up in rage, only to see her chuckling.
"That's what you get for not having manners" she said, sipping her wine.
"You take that back!"
"Do you still want your strudel?"
He bit his lip and sat back down.
*An hour later*
Quillion had seen a lot of things in his life.
Machines rising up against their creators, his country destroyed and ruled by a drug lord, even a talking gorilla... Sprinkle in the idea of him being preserved through time, picked up by Overwatch, joined said Overwatch, which ultimately led him to fight a secret evil organisation hell bent to destroy the world.
He can confidently say he had seen a lot of strange things.
But tonight trumps it all.
Sitting on a chair, an empty plate of strudel on the table, and a glass of wine in hand, he watches as Amelie danced around the statue.
Of all the genres of dancing, it had to be ballet. A sad ballet.
He had never appreciated this dance before, but tonight he was an eager student. Her moves were graceful and smooth, so much so that he could almost hear the music that was supposed to accompany it, however the strongest instrument tonight were her eyes.
Though her face remains stony and unsmiling, he could see despair every time she reaches her hand out to her right, only to grab it back quickly as if it were burnt.
He could only describe her like seeing a victim of Medusa struggling to reverse the curse, desperately trying to escape their stony prison to return to their homes across the sea.
In a final spin and leap, she landed on her toes and bowed, earning a standing ovation from Quillion, who had to fight back tears as he clapped.
"Stop it, it was merely to kill time" she said coldly, removing the swan headdress.
"No, that… That was something else" he said, tripping a little bit as he walked to the place where she danced "There was a story behind this… What's the story?"
"I just danced, there was no story"
"Impossible… There was definitely something there…"
"You are drunk, go to sleep"
He ignored her. There is a message in there that he is compelled to discover what it is.
"That dance… It needed a partner didn't it?"
Amelie merely stared as he paced around, recalling her movements.
"Or rather it pretends it needed one… That's why the dance requires you to recoil when you reach out…"
When he turned around, she was already gone, having already zipped away into a room that he was sure he could not reach.
"Did I say something wrong?" he asked the statue and was about to pour himself another glass when he realized that he did have too much.
"Welp, might as well save you for later" he said, putting back the cork and prepared to sleep
He realized he did not know where he was supposed to sleep in. Walking around, he could not find anywhere that resembles a room or bed, which was a pity, because he was hoping to sleep on a pillow again. In the end, he threw another log into the dying fire pit and fell asleep, shivering as he was unable to get it to burn hot enough to give him a warm night.
Bang
He woke up with a start, blinded temporarily by the sunlight that beamed through the windows. As he waited for his eyes to adjust, he realized that he was lying on something soft.
It was a bed!
Dipping his head back into the softness of an actual pillow, he couldn't help but smile. It had been so long that he had forgotten what it was actually like, especially with covers to keep him warm.
Bang
Groaning, he stood up and was relieved that he was still wearing his clothes, the only thing taken off were his boots and excessive jackets.
Exiting the room, he was lost for a moment until he smelled something delicious in the air again, which he followed. Going down a flight of stairs, he saw that he was a floor above the ground floor where they had dinner, and on the same table, there was a small tower of toasts and coffee.
Bang
Deciding to investigate the noise first, he followed and found that it was from Amelie, who was carrying some timber and throwing them onto a pile.
"About time you woke up"
"Err… Right… Thanks… For the room and all"
"Eat, you'll need it" she said, pointing back to the direction of the dining table.
"I guess we will be doing something with this?" he said as she began chopping some of the wood.
"Oui"
"Nah I don't need it" he said, rolling up his sleeves.
"I can hear your stomach from here. Go. Eat"
"I'll survive" he lied.
She sighed and dropped her axe. Turning around, she pushed past him roughly and motioned for him to follow. Walking back to the dining table, she grabbed a piece of toast and took a bite before washing it down with a sip of coffee.
"Satisfied?" she snarled.
He nodded in embarrassment and she stormed off to resume her woodcutting, leaving him to finish the meal, which could've been delicious if he wasn't so cautious.
Thankfully the rest of the day was less awkward, as she had him do most of the heavy lifting, sending him to the shore to cut down trees for lumber. However, she was no slouch either, spending most of the time measuring and carving out patterns or blocks so quickly that he had trouble keeping up with her.
Days passed and he quickly learned the skills of construction, having to be involved or even improving some of the designs Amelie had him go through, skills which he was grateful to learn. Perhaps this was why Lena asked him to stick around, to learn the trade of rebuilding things, which was what the world desperately needs right now.
But it was not all work, as during the downtimes, he would just climb to the highest points and sketch their surroundings. Only once Amelie was with him, but only because that day he had sprained his ankle when he was loading the boat with a particularly thick log.
From time to time she would have food and groceries delivered so they did not need to leave the island, which was fine for him. As long as she is confined here, his job to watch her is so much easier, and watch her he did. Partially because of her suicide attempt when they first met, but also because of other reasons.
He began noticing things about her, things that are absolutely not important to his assignment. Like how she taps the spoon after stirring her coffee, or how she would hum at menial tasks or cooks with a precision and patience that only a sniper would have. How she would roll her tongue in that way when she yawns...
He even knew about the black spider that she never dusted off at the window, which he imagines is her pet. She definitely does not like to read as she had never got anywhere close to the library.
Slowly, he made himself at home here, finding satisfaction to see their efforts materializing around the manor, even learning some French along the way. He could also see that this is having a positive effect on Amelie, who began to smile more with each successful project, which prompted him to change his mission.
Once they are done here, he would leave. If he could, somehow, bring satisfaction to an unfeeling Assassin, he would consider this mission complete, then he could carry out his original plan to see the world.
A world that is finally at peace.
*Gibraltar: Overwatch*
"Where in the world is Lieutenant Lena and Lox?!" Smith shouted in anger, looking at the map where all the shuttle icons were beeping all around, making the tracking increasingly difficult.
"Common boss, they are usually gone for months at a time on missions" McCree yawned, his legs on the table.
"I swear McCree, if you do not put your legs down…"
"Hey, you already said you do not need boots on the ground, I'm just following orders"
Seeing that McCree is not cooperating, he turned his attention to Winston, who is eating a banana unenthusiastically. He may be a scientist, but ever since McCree's disastrous mission in India, he was willing to use whoever would even listen.
"Winston! I need you and Mei to go find them!"
"Find who?"
"The Lieutenant and Lox!"
"Where should we begin our search?"
"Oh you gotta be kidding me" Smith muttered in disbelief.
First Genji and Angela let the prisoner escape, one of their best agents has potentially gone AWOL with the Talon Assassin that he assigned her to oversee. Now he couldn't even send any of the other agents to go after her.
"You know" a voice came from the door, prompting everyone, even McCree, to stand up in attention "You will never earn their respect like that"
"Commander! Welcome back!" Smith saluted gratefully.
Morrison walked in, looking so strange wearing the UN military garb instead of the 76 jacket that they were all accustomed to. Taking a glance at the large screen, he nodded with approval and looked back at Smith, who still maintained his salute.
"At ease… Looks like all of you have done well in your new post"
"Yes sir but… I must report some of my own infractions sir!"
"There is no need, I already know you can't control any of these knuckleheads" he said, looking at McCree, who is hiding his cigar behind him "So I'm here to propose that though they remain in Overwatch, they will report directly to me"
"What are you saying? We are no longer Overwatch?" Winston asked.
"No, you will still remain here, but to have the funding and support from the UN, they require a representative"
"Aww shucks, here I was getting used to your absence" McCree sighed.
"What are your orders?" Smith asked out of habit.
"You will continue the humanitarian efforts, I will delegate my men as I see fit"
"Yes sir!" the room chorused and Smith immediately, and gratefully, took command of the staff, leaving the Commander to control the agents.
Seeing this, Winston took the opportunity to share his concerns with Morrison, who saw and wisely walked to the side.
"Jack, you are not creating another Blackwatch are you?"
"I am"
Winston stood shocked. Blackwatch was the reason why Overwatch fell, so to hear Jack affirming it is nothing short of shocking.
"I don't want any part of it! We are here to make the world a better place without bloodshed!"
"Unfortunately, our enemy is not as noble as we are, we have to strike first to avoid another war"
"Jack…" Winston warned, bracing himself for retaliation "That's what Reyes used to say"
To his surprise, Jack neither punched him nor shouted back, rather he turned his attention back onto the map, choosing his words carefully.
"Things have changed Winston, a new war is coming and we must do something to stop it"
"No, I will not be part of a kill squad. We will not be part of a kill squad"
"A God Program is behind all this Winston. It is close to getting another"
Hearing those words nearly gave Winston a heart attack. He remembered how difficult it was for Overwatch to capture and deactivate them, their duties even harder when they had to protect each and every one from their enemies, who all are suicidally dedicated to retrieve any of them to sell in the Black Market, especially the one locked away in Anubis.
If the one that escaped is behind the Second Omnic Crisis… The damage that it could potentially inflict if it joins forces with another will be horrific, maybe even irreversible, especially so soon after the war.
"How do you know?"
"We ran the data, what Sombra calls The Conspiracy is a God Program, and it has already made plans for another war"
"What do we have to do?" Winston relented, unable to keep the fear out of his voice.
"First we need to find Sombra"
"Is she working with them?"
"Unlikely, but I would like to know why she wants to get to it first, for that, I need you, all of you"
"Are you sure about this Jack?"
Taking his eyes off the screen, he looked into Winston's eyes and nodded, his face grim and his posture deadly serious. However, he was also emitting the aura of Jack Morrison, not Soldier 76, a man who is dedicated to keep the peace, not revenge, someone that they can trust for sure to maintain their integrity and would do anything to keep them in line for the betterment of the world.
Just like old times.
"Very well… Where do we start?" Winston asked, readying himself for the missions ahead.
*Unknown Location*
An Omnic sped through the road in a blur, the car it drives barely intact as the amount of bullet holes that were shot upon it had nearly slice it apart like cake. Thankfully it was dark and in an allied area so it didn't matter if anyone saw the car, as information is strictly regulated here.
Looking nervously to the back, it could see that its bodyguards are destroyed, both lying on the floor with empty casings rolling around them. Handling the car with an arm on the wheel, it reached back and grabbed the nearest weapon it could reach, which thankfully was a fully loaded sub-machine gun, which it hopes that it would never have to use.
Though it looks like it had lost its pursuers, it wasn't going to take any chances. They just came down from the skies and attacked them without warning. Whoever they are, they must be hired from within, as no one but the most trusted programs within their circle would know where the meeting was taking place.
Circling the area for the third time, he finally had confirmation to enter the mansion and he nearly crushed the gates as it sped in. Clambering out of the car, it pushed past the security that attempted to check it for weapons and forced open the door, where an older Omnic, also the Captain of this area, was already waiting.
Immediately the Omnic bowed before moving closer, but ensured that it stayed 20 paces away from the Captain, waiting impatiently for permission to speak.
"I was told that not only the meeting was ambushed, but you were the only survivor" the Captain finally spoke.
The Omnic flinched, unable to believe he was the only survivor from that encounter. Everything happened so fast that even its advanced processors could not keep up.
"What is your opinion on the matter?" the Captain asked.
"I believe that it was someone from the higher ranks who betrayed us, only they would know exactly which floor, room, and time to hit us in that manner"
The Captain said nothing, merely looking at it curiously before it sat down on the nearest chair.
"Do you really believe that?"
"That is the only logical explanation, the probabilities for any other reasons are inconsiderable"
"You have been accepted into our fold because you share our vision, a vision that is set by IT, do you believe IT made a mistake?"
The Omnic cowered.
"O-Of course not! I would never dare to suggest that IT would ever make a mistake!"
"By suggesting that someone from the higher ranks have betrayed us, you are admitting IT made a mistake, and you know the penalties for that"
Quickly kneeling down on the ground, the Omnic begged for forgiveness but it fell on deaf ears as the guards dragged him away for Memory Extraction.
"No! You can't do this to me! Have I not been a good earner?"
As it would take half an hour to know its innocence, the Captain proceeded to fill out the report and send it to the Underboss, hoping that it would stop the ceaseless demand for information.
The moment the message is sent, a call forced itself through, invading the private channel like lightning.
"What is this?" he shouted, grabbing his head with both hands as the pain escalated. That was until he heard the voice of the most feared woman in the machine world.
"About time you open a channel, thanks a lot amigo"
"Shadow? You were the one behind the attack!"
"I gotta admit, your security was pretty tough to break through, but since a God Program is involved, that makes a lot of sense now eh?"
"You have no idea what you are fighting against woman, IT is far beyond your own reckoning… Wait… What are you doing?"
"Relax… I'm just doing a little editing"
The Captain watched, horrified to see her hacking into the private report and changing its structure, 'folding' the picture into a smiley face.
Sombra laughed at his feeble attempt to delete the message and sent it away, leaving the Captain alone as she disconnected the connection.
"You think they would understand that?" Baptiste asked.
"I practically spelled it out in the message" she said, removing the wires from the antenna on the mansion.
Both of them looked down and saw the guards running into the, soon the whole building would be in a lockdown and they would be surrounded, especially if they take out the anti-aircraft weapons.
"Well, no point sticking around here" Sombra said, planting the bomb.
"Right, remember to tell me before you set it off alright? The last time you did that and I got stuck in this suit for hours"
"Best turn it off now then, cause you got 10 seconds" she said, shutting off her own suit.
"Wait!" he said, pulling out a Russian dictionary "Why didn't you have them come in English?"
"You've been wearing it for a month and you're still referring to that thing?"
She watched him fumble through his mechanics and laughed when he could not turn it off in time. The EMP burst out of the bomb and shut the entire neighborhood down, effectively shutting the entire area of Omnics and machines out of commission.
"Aww common!" he shouted, throwing his hands up in the air, annoyed when he saw Sombra turned hers back on.
"Chill Bap, we'll charge them when we get back, but for now…"
"… we wait" he finished lamely, looking over to the nearest town, where the Captain's reinforcements are already rushing over.
"Which one are you going to hack next? You've already got rid of this Captain" he asked.
"The Captain from that town always likes to do these things personally, I'm sure we can get a trail from there" Sombra said before turning invisible.
Aaannndddd enters the second half of Overwatch 2.
At least my version of Overwatch 2, which I am eagerly waiting for.
I have read that having an open ending would be bad for Fanfic and I agree, but this Ending has been planned and changed so many times that I thought "Surely Overwatch 2 would be out by now" to help me create a true ending… Which it hasn't so my gamble failed.
Another reason that I must admit I ended this in this manner was because life is starting to kick up fast and soon it might require my full attention, so unfortunately I could not completely flesh out my preferred ending lest I risk leaving this as an 'unfinished' Fanfic.
So, I would need some honest opinion from you guys, do you prefer me to:
1. Leave this as it is?
2. Allow me to fully flesh out before writing Adventures of Quillion (Overwatch) Part 2 as a POSSIBLE Sequel?
3. Just have this one open and updated slowly overtime?
You can leave it as a Review or PM me the answer and I will update you guys as soon as I am able :)
Thank you all so much for reading and have a good day!
