A/N: So, I've come crawling back.

It's nice to see you again, I hope you've missed me, because I've missed writing. A lot. So, I feel like I owe you an explanation as to where I've been.

My computer broke down again, and it couldn't boot up properly for about six months. This obviously lead to a lack of writing, midway through my rewriting of my first fanfic, I Choose You!. But the other day, after writing plans for a new fic (this one), I tried to use my laptop again. And I found a fix for it that allowed me to boot it up, and finally, finally I am back.

So about the topic: over the past few months, I've been getting into Overwatch: I'm a /Zenyatta main now, and I'm a silver in Comp. On the Pokemon side of things, Amourshipping is a little dead now, and I feel as if I need to advance my writing to keep up with current trends and interests. This means likely ditching I Choose You!, unless you guys want it back. I'm gonna start writing some Halo stuff, and I have plans for that, as well as some more Overwatch stuff, among other things.

One more thing: because Sombra is Mexican, her native language is Spanish, and like most native speakers of a language speaking a second language, she would definitely lapse into her native language. Because of this, I will be including translations for the Spanish used in the story below.

But regardless, let's get into the story!

"Listen, , we have intelligence that suggests Talon has recruited a new member." Jack Morrison's voice crackled into Hana's headset.

"Got it. What should I look out for?"

"We don't know. But our source tells us that she's an unrivaled hacker, and almost impossible to catch."

"Well, if my mech's on the fritz, I'll know why. Thanks Dad." Hana giggled a little at the nickname.

"Don't call me that. Good luck, Morrison out."

Hana immediately felt a little lonely flying over the streets of Rialto, Italy. Her mission was to find and, if possible, apprehend, active members of the terrorist organisation Talon. Of course, she went alone- she didn't really like any of the other members of Overwatch- Torbjörn and Reinhardt were too zealous, Morrison was too serious, and Genji was a little… attached to her. But regardless, they were her friends, and missions without them were boring.

Whilst mulling over these thoughts, Hana noticed her altitude drop significantly. In an attempt to regain her advantageous height over the city, she pulled the joysticks of her mech upwards, only to find that it had no effect. She groaned, and prepared to eject, until her mech pitched sharply upwards. Letting out a small yelp, Hana grabbed the joysticks to assume control again, but it still didn't work. A little fearful, Hana resigned to wait out the mech's odd actions, and try to find a solution.

After a few more dramatic twists and turns, the mech's heads-up-display flickered to life, showing a video feed of an equally lively Hispanic girl, laughing and holding her sides. Hana took a moment to register the girl's purple-dyed black hair, her high-collared coat, and the strange purple implants on one side of her head.

"H-Hana, your reaction…" Interrupting her attempt at speaking to finish laughing, the girl on the screen wiped her eyes, and continued. 'Sorry, you just looked so funny in there. You were all like-' The girl made a few facial contortions, mocking Hana, until a gloved hand slapped the back of her head, and the owner of the hand spoke.

"Sombra, stick to the plan,'' he said in a raspy voice.

"Yes sir,'' replied the girl in a mockingly hurt voice, rubbing the back of her neck. "Anyway, Hana, I see you've been sent to find us." Hana remained silent. "You're no fun, are you?" Sombra encored her previous mocking tone.

"Yes, I'm trying to find you. What do you want?"

"Well, it seems as if you need a little help, chiquita. ¿Te gustaria?"

"I don't speak Spanish," Hana deadpanned.

"Sorry, chiquita. You want help, or not?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Take a look for yourself." Hana focused her vision past the screen, and saw a small group of black-clad people on a nearby rooftop, crowded around a laptop with a certain girl sat cross-legged in front of it. She gave Hana a small wave from below, before using her slender fingers to form and manipulate a group of holographic purple polygons. Almost immediately, Hana's mech swung towards the group, allowing the Korean to see the members more clearly- Gabriel 'Reaper' Reyes, Amelie 'Widowmaker' Lacroix, and the newly-introduced Sombra. Soon enough, the mech landed before them.

Pulling out her small sidearm, Hana quickly pressed the small distress button in her cockpit, before slipping out of the back of her mech and pointing the gun at Reaper's head.

"The distress beacon? Really?" Sombra grinned at Hana playfully, causing her to lower her guard. The two locked eyes for less than a second, before Sombra disappeared into a purple flash. Before she could even react, Hana felt an arm close around her neck.

"You're gonna tell us the location of Jean-Baptiste Augustin. Now." Gabriel's raspy voice penetrated Hana's ears as he pointed one of his guns at her head.

"Who?" Hana had heard the name come up, but didn't have so much as a face in her mind, let alone a location.

"You know who. He contacted Watchpoint: Busan two weeks ago."

"I'm sorry, but I got my promotion to Communications Officer a week ago," Hana said sarcastically.

"Playing hard to get, huh?" Sombra's grip around Hana tightened, and she began to nibble on the Korean girl's ear. Hana squirmed a little, muttering curse words in her native Korean. Her pistol clattered to the ground.

"Sombra, quit it," said Gabriel with authority. Turning his attention to Hana, he continued his questioning. "If you don't tell us where he is, I'll-"

"Commander, behind you!" Amelie interrupted him, before turning her rifle and firing off two shots. Gabriel wreathed himself in smoke and floated towards the new threat, whilst the pressure on Hana's neck was released, causing her to stumble backwards a little. After breathing a little, Hana picked her pistol up and pointed it at Amelie's leg, pulling the trigger instinctively. The sniper fell to the ground and held her leg, allowing Hana to kick her rifle away. Turning around, Hana barely saw her friend Lena flickering around Gabriel as he tried to land a hit. A ship lowered behind Hana, and she felt a familiar impact- Winston had entered the battle too. Raising her pistol to help, she was picked off the floor with great force- Sombra had pulled her onto her shoulder- but just as quickly, she crashed to the hard surface below.

Genji offered a robotic helping hand, before pulling it back and grabbing Hana forcefully.

"Are you OK, Hana?" The ninja sprinted back to the carrier craft and threw Hana onto it.

"You can't just leave me here! I have to fight!" Hana screamed at Genji as the craft raised a little, enough to make the jump down too dangerous for her without her mech. She watched Sombra hack and disable Lena's chronal accelerator with ease, putting the pilot at Gabriel's mercy.

"Stay there, Hana, I've got this." Genji ran back into the fight, grabbed Lena from her battle, and pulled Lena away, before signaling to Winston to return with him. Soon enough, all four of them were back on the craft, which pulled away and left the Talon team staring up at them. But something felt weird to Hana. As if someone was breathing down her neck the whole ride back to the Watchpoint in Busan.

Hana took one last look at the building beside her. In grey block capitals read 'Watchpoint:Busan'. 'Last look' wasn't really the way to describe it. After all, it would be a matter of weeks before she saw the inside of the 12-foot-high walls again. But it felt as if she would be out of action forever. She recalled her last conversation with Jack Morrison there:

She had been told to sit down, and that Jack had been personally called to deliver a message to her. It had turned out that her teammates Genji, Winston and Lena were concerned about how much time she had spent out on missions, and decided that she needed a holiday. Of course, Hana refused, but the others, especially Jack, were forceful in their approach to the situation, and she was left with no other choice but to take leave.

So here she was, in the cold winter Busan, contemplating what to do next.

I can't go on missions anymore, she thought, but I'm sure I can pass the time. Should I go shopping, or just back home? It had been so long since she had been to either place, but home called to her, so she decided on that for now. At least she could relax there, and probably play some video games whilst she was at it. Not to mention, eat over-the-top amounts of Doritos, and drink litres upon litres of Mountain Dew. Maybe some Chinese food whilst she was at it. Yeah, that's it, she thought, her arms wrapped around her chest longingly.

The public transit system in modern Busan was unrivalled across the world- it could take anyone anywhere in the city in a matter of minutes, and delays of more than a few seconds were unheard of. Unfortunately, in Hana's case, it took a little longer to reach her relatively remote home in upper Busan. In fact, she had to call a taxi from the bus station to her house in order to get there without much trouble. But it was worth it- she needed to have a home spaced away from others, so as to keep her loud shouting during streams, and her loud music at all other points of the day. Her isolation saved her from a whole lot of embarrassment, and possible police calls, as well as sating her need for distance between herself and her fans after a long day of gaming, acting, or fighting off the Gwishin threat. But most importantly, it granted her total privacy- she could do, or say, or buy, anything she wished, and didn't need to have concern for the interests of others. Singing, dancing, eating breakfast naked, she could do it all without judgement or invasion, and this was what made her less-than-convenient journey home so worth it.

She walked down the road leading to her front door, admiring how the trees planted by the house's previous owner aided in her seclusion, before unlocking her house and stepping inside. Immediately, Hana noticed a white package on the floor, which she picked up and inspected closely. It read 'Manic Games- for Hana '. Is this what I think it is? Like a little girl on Christmas day, she ripped the package open, to find a case for a video game- the new SoulStorm title. Hana let out an involuntary squeal as she clutched the case, jumping between her feet loudly. Of course, the developers wanted her, Korea's most prominent streamer and professional gamer, to have a copy to show off using her celebrity status. A relatively cheap ploy to draw attention and build hype, but if it got her free games…

Hana walked into the kitchen and pulled open the familiar cabinet; the most well-used in the house, the one where she kept her precious snacks. Crisps, drinks, sweets, chocolate, everything she needed to keep herself buzzing during her streams and awake through her all-too-common all-nighters. Scooping a handful of them into a pink plastic bag, she pulled out her phone with the other and tapped the screen a few times, until the familiar 'Order confirmed- delivery is soon!' screen appeared. Grinning, she swung the plastic bag under her arm and walked slowly upstairs, swiping through various social media as she did so. Of course, she didn't need another floor, but it came in handy to have a few extra rooms for friends, family and server blocks.

Though there were a few doors on the top floor, one stood out- instead of being the same, rather dull cream white, it was painted a pale pink, and sported Hana's bunny logo- this was, of course, her room. It had everything she needed- a bed, couch, T.V, mini-fridge, and of course, her own personalised gaming PC. All of her home comforts, missed so badly across her months of staying in her bland Overwatch-issued dormitory, ready to be used for weeks on end.

As Hana opened her door, all the things she expected on the other side of the door materialised in front of her, but one thing that she didn't expect appeared too- an olive-skinned girl, dressed in black and purple, laying on her bed, toying with various purple structures with her delicate fingers. Hana dropped her plastic bag, and pulled the small pink blaster, issued to her by MEKA, from her waist, which she pointed at the stranger in her room.

"Who are you?" she asked.

The girl on her bed turned around slowly, seeming wholly unconcerned by the gun pointed at her head. "Who are you?", Hana repeated, slower this time. The girl slowly raised her hands, and stared at Hana, and suddenly, she realised the answer to her question.

"Dios mio," started the girl on her bed, in a strong Hispanic accent, "you don't recognise me, mi conejita?"

"S-Sombra?" replied Hana, slightly in shock.

"H-Hana?" Sombra mockingly retorted. Pretty relaxed for someone a second away from death, Hana thought.

"W-what are you doing here? How did you know I live here?"

"Second things first, mi conejita. I know everything about everyone. Or, at least, where all of it is…" Hana was a little confused at Sombra's order of answers. Maybe that was her aim. "As for the first question, is it wrong for a chica to want a friend every once in a while?"

"I'm not your friend." Hana's voice was steadier this time.

"Are you sure, amiga?" Sombra spoke playfully. "Is there a reason why we aren't?"

"You've hacked my mech and humiliated me in front of your little band of agents. Does that answer your questions?"

"It goes both ways, amiga. I assume you don't know how it feels to stare down a set of missiles and shotguns with nothing but a pistol and a translocator." Hana couldn't reply. "But I guess you need a little more convincing."

"This," she continued, pulling out a small tablet from her bag and showing the screen to Hana, "is you. Well, all the embarrassing parts anyway."

"What?"

"Every drunk stream, forgetting to turn off the webcam, cursing in front of the little girls and boys looking up to you. Do you want me to go on?" Again, Hana had no reply. "If we can't find some common ground soon, conejita, all of this will be out. Every last second, every last kilobyte."

"That's blackmail." Hana's voice was deadpan.

"That's correct." Sombra's tone matched Hana's.

"How do I know that you're telling the truth?" the Korean girl saw a foothold, and clung to it.

"Would you like to see? I can show you." Hana mulled this over. Seeing her worst moments would no doubt put her down. She couldn't trust Sombra, but didn't want to take the chance.

"Fine. Fine, you can stay." She lowered the gun and placed it back on her waist, before opening her mouth to speak. Sombra cut her off.

"Aww, I knew you'd come around eventually, mi conejita." She retained her playful tone, with a wide grin on her face. "Come to think of it, it's almost like we're having a slumber party, just you and me. I never had those as a kid. So what's first, roome? Are we gonna braid each others' hair? Paint our nails? Have a pillow fight?"

"That's not how this works, OK? We need to have some rules."

"You're no fun, conejita." Sombra faked a pout, which Hana tried to ignore.

"1. No touching my PC. Ever."

"Not even to look at the parts? It looks so nice…"

"No. Not ever. 2. You sleep on the couch. Not in my bed."

"But your bed, huele muy bien…"

"I don't know if you picked up on it before, but I don't speak Spanish." Towards the end of the sentence, Hana was close to screaming.

"Sorry, mi conejita. I'll give you a clue." Sombra pressed her face into the pink pillow, and took a deep sniff. This caused Hana to flush red, and subsequently grab Sombra and drag her off the bed. "You look so cute when you're angry, puta," Sombra said as she dusted herself off. Seeing Hana's exasperated expression, she smiled innocently, before walking to the couch. Her hands were behind her back, which Hana didn't understand, until she saw Sombra throw the pink pillow onto the couch. She decided it would be best not to interrupt.

"3. You do what I say, when I say. That includes going to sleep, or waking up."

"Already? We've only just made friends, conejita-"

"Stop calling me that. Anyway, we're not going to bed just yet. I'm waiting on a Chinese."

"I love Chinese food! Thank you so much, puta!"

A/N: So, there we go. I hope you enjoyed this, because I sure did- I've taken a different approach to my other fics, as I have actually planned this one out chapter-by-chapter before writing it, so I can get my ideas together before writing. I'm also going to keep two or three chapters ahead, just in case. As usual, thanks for reading, and feel free to give suggestions and improvements in the review section. And now, here's the Spanish translations:

'Chiquita'- '(Little) girl'

'¿Te gustaria?'- 'Would you like it?' (Lit. 'Would it please you?')

'Dios mio'- 'My God'

'Mi conejita'- 'my (little) rabbit' (referencing 's bunny logo)

'Chica'- 'girl'

'Amiga'- '(female) friend'

'Huele muy bien'- 'it smells so good'

'Puta'- a woman who has a lot of sex (Sombra wishes…)