"Move it, soldiers!" 76 ran through the halls as fast as he could with his former friend on his back. He could hear Sombra and Widowmaker at his heels, as they all ran to the sickbay that the healers were in the process of prepping.

"Jack! Get him in here!"

76 lugged Reaper into the sickbay, immediately depositing him onto one of the beds. Immediately, Mercy was on him, beaming out a Healing Stream from her Caduceus Staff. Ana sat at a workbench a bit of the ways away, mixing together a Nano Grenade cocktail to expedite the healing process. Even Lucio was helping, using his music to slowly assist in Reaper's stabilization.

"Damn it, Papi…" Sombra looked on nervously. "I've never seen you hurting this bad before…"

"If you're not a Healer, I'm going to have to ask you to leave," said Mercy, laser-focused on her work. "Gabriel needs his space."

"With all due respect, Angel," said Sombra. "Ask me to leave again, it's gonna get muy sucio. ¿Entiendes?"

"If you want us gone, you're going to have to shoot us," agreed Widow.

"Jack, please." Mercy glanced at the former Talon agents. "Help."

"They stay. If something happened to you, Lena would want to be here. Let them stick around for Reyes."

"Fine! Just stay out of the way."

"Angela, my Nano cocktail is ready," said Ana, approaching with a syringe filled with a golden liquid. "Prep him for injection."

Mercy and Ana stripped Reaper's coat from his body. His torso quaked and became enveloped in smoke, the pale, greying skin seeming to bubble and fizz. Mercy hesitated for a moment. Her training had never prepared her for something of this nature. Still, she was a Healer, and she was bound to do everything she could for Gabriel. Mercy cleaned the injection site before plunging the syringe into his chest.

"A-angela…" Reaper trembled. "Jack…I'm… Sorry…"

"Sorry?" asked Mercy, confused. "For what, Gabriel."

"We… Blackwatch… London… Jesse wanted to go… Didn't stop him..."

"He's delusional," said Jack. "He thinks London is still under attack."

"Mein gott… He's not reacting to the nanites…" Mercy bit her lip in thought, trying to work out what to do next. She had never dealt with anything like this before and, if she didn't act quickly, there was no telling how much time Gabriel had left. "Jack… I don't know what to do."

"It wouldn't be the first time, would it, Ziegler?"

The air grew tense and solid, and all eyes were on the door. Standing there, arms crossed over her chest and a wicked grin on her face, was a tall, thin woman with pale skin and short, straight ginger hair. She wore a strange garb, some sort of mix between a bodysuit and a flowing robe, and on her back was a large tank of some bubbling purple liquid. The room fell silent, the tension growing.

"Moira…" hissed Mercy, glaring at her adversary.

"Good to see you again, Doctor Ziegler," said Moira with a smirk. "It's been far too long."

"Not long enough, if you ask me."

"O'Deorain." Widowmaker curled her nose as if she had smelled something rotten. "I thought we were done with you."

"And I thought the work of our organization had left you without the capacity for independent thought." Moira surveyed the room for a bit. "It seems both of us need to challenge our assumptions of the world. I require the services of Morrison, Ziegler, and…" Her piercing eyes, one scarlet and the other deep purple, panned the room until they found Sombra, who seemed frozen by her very gaze. "My good friend Sombra. Everyone else must leave."

"Listen here, O'Deorain," snarled 76. "You don't give orders around here. My people stay."

"Hm. Then it seems I misunderstood the situation," said Moira. "When Sombra contacted me, she told me that Reyes was in trouble, again."

"I… I did, Doctor O'Deorain," said Sombra nervously. "Papi really needs you."

"You also assured me that I would have whatever I need in order to work." Moira inspected her long, sharp fingernails, thoroughly uninterested by the fact that Gabriel was groaning in pain just a few feet away. "And I need as few distractions as possible. If you are not necessary to me, you are a detriment. Leave."

"Abuelo… Do what she says." Sombra's voice seemed lacking in her usual humor or confidence. There was no other way to look at it: Sombra was terrified of Moira. "Please."

Soldier glared at Moira, but took notice of Sombra's tone. After a beat of thought, 76 cocked his head to the door. Slowly, uncomfortably, the room emptied out. Last through the door was Widowmaker, who gave a backwards glance to Moira.

"Fix him, O'Deorain. Or you will answer to me," said Widow. "I've played nice with you on Reyes' instructions. Do not underestimate how much protection you've received from him. I owe you for more than one transgression."

"Lovely chat as always, Lacroix, now hop off so I can work." Moira waved Widow away dismissively. Widow slowly stalked away, though Moira was certain she wouldn't be too far away. "So, Ziegler, how have you tried to kill our patient today?"

"I could very well ask you the same thing," remarked Mercy. "Gabriel has been fine all this time, and you were nowhere to be found. Now, all of a sudden he starts falling apart and you just so happen to be a phone call away!"

"I knew that Reyes would be on borrowed time. Perhaps if I had gotten to him first, he'd be more stable. Sadly, I was forced to clean up your blunders." Moira cocked her brow at Mercy, beyond amused by the fury on the good doctor's face. "What have you done to attempt to treat him? I cannot begin to fix him until I know of your failures."

"Nanite treatment." Mercy wasn't at all pleased by the way she was being spoken to, but there were more important things than pride at the moment. "Ana Amari's compound."

"Pah. Amari's compound. You may as well taken him out back and put a round in his head." Moira shook her head, inspecting Gabriel's quaking, smoking, dissipating body. "Luckily for you, I can fix this with relative ease."

"Do it," ordered 76.

"Oh, but things don't work quite like that, Commander Morrison. We live in a world bound by the concept of quid pro quo. Nothing is free." Moira approached Gabriel, snapping the fingers on her left hand. A small orb of bubbling golden energy formed from a port in her arm, contained in space as she neared her patient. "I will fix Gabriel, but I require something from you."

"After all you've done, you expect me to do something for you?" scoffed 76.

"I do. The alternative is a pile of ash and leather where Gabriel Reyes once sat. I know what you think of me, but you still believe in him. He deserves a second chance, and your greed may rob him of that." Moira could feel the tension rise, the anger of the room directed towards her, but it was nothing she wasn't used to. The only thing she was concerned with was the power balance, and who had more sway in negotiations. Of course, it was her. "If I am to undo Ziegler's mistakes and properly stabilize The Reaper, I will need a place to stay and work. Protection. And, most importantly, materials."

"You want a room?!" demanded Mercy. "It will be a cold day in hell before I work alongside the likes of—"

"The likes of a superior doctor? I know it must burn you up inside to know that I was right regarding my research and you were horribly, dreadfully, almost comically wrong, but you really must let it go, Angela." Moira's voice lacked Mercy's anger, but made up for it with raw, dripping venom. "I'm not asking for much. A place to sleep, a place to work, and a few odds and ends for some experiments. A small price to pay for your friend's life."

"Doctor O'Deorain, I don't know what it is you need, but I guarantee I can find it for you," said Sombra. "Abuelo will give you a room, and you can use Winston's lab until Satya can come up with a space for you. Just fix Papi."

"Ever the peacekeeper, Sombra, but I'm afraid I'll need Commander Morrison's word to feel at ease." Moira faced 76, turning her Biotic Orb over in her hand. "What do you say, Jack? Surely you don't despise me enough to let your good friend die."

76 clenched his jaw, every fiber of his being screaming to arrest Moira. A good chunk if his troubles could be linked back to the doctor. It wasn't until she joined Overwatch did things start going south. She was a mad scientist with no regard for ethics or human life. She was unpredictable, self-serving, malicious, and dangerous.

And, if 76 wanted Gabriel to live, she would also be the newest resident of the OverHouse.

"I've got a long, long shit list, O'Deorain," said 76. "And you're sitting comfortably at the top."

"I would expect nothing less," said Moira, extending her right hand. "So I presume we have a deal?"

"Fix Reyes. Then we'll talk about your research." 76 begrudgingly shook Moira's hand, to Mercy's visible disgust. "Now get to work."

"That wasn't so hard, was it?" Moira held her Biotic Orb over Garbiel's fallen body before crushing it in her hand. A dusting of nanites rained down onto Gabriel, coating his body and bathing him in a golden glow. Almost immediately, his trembling halted, the smoke emanating from his body dissipated. Mercy checked his vital signs, amazed to see that he was stabilizing.

"Wake up, Reyes," said Moira. "There's much to be discussed."

"Moira! The man just nearly fell apart!" said Mercy. "He needs time to rest."

"I'm afraid I've been too busy making actually tangible progress in my studies to worry myself with my bedside manner. Reyes. Up. Now."

"He needs time!"

"I do not operate on Reyes' schedule, Doctor Ziegler." Moira turned to her rival with a vicious snarl, her right hand twitching slightly. "And I most assuredly do not operate on yours. Challenge me if you so desire, but understand that I only managed to stabilize Reyes. There will come a time when you need me to patch him up again, and I may not be quite so compliant."

"Let me make one thing perfectly clear…"

Mercy jumped in fright at the growling, sinister sound of The Reaper's voice as he rose from his bed. A blanket of smoke descended onto his body, forming into his trademark black jacket. He stepped forward, slowly closing the distance between himself and Mercy.

"I do not need any more of your help or pity, Ziegler," growled Reaper, standing a mere few feet from the good doctor. "Whether you choose to take responsibility or not, it is your fault that I'm like this. You've helped enough."

"Gabriel…" Mercy would've gotten more out, if not for Reaper turning away to face Moira.

"That being said… Ziegler acted to save me. You… You saw me as just another experiment. I may hate Ziegler, but there's not a word that exists that captures how much I despise you, O'Deorain."

"Please, Reyes, spare me the theatrics," said Moira with a yawn. "You weren't complaining when I was keeping you together and helping you tick off that list of yours. If you think your righteous anger will phase me, then—"

In one swift movement, Reaper drew a shotgun from his coat, shoving the barrel beneath Moira's chin. The doctor, taken off guard for the first time, stood in shock, and with the beginnings of fear on her face.

"Ziegler will monitor your experiments. You don't do a thing without her prior knowledge or consent. You live here, you work. You will accept any and all missions given you. Morrison's word is law. Stay in line, or—"

"Or what, Reyes? You think I fear you?" asked Moira. "This is twice I've brought you back from the dead, and you threaten me? Understand that it is me with control here. Not Doctor Ziegler. Not Commander Morrison. And certainly not The Reaper!"

"Stay in line, or I'll put shot in that big brain of yours myself." Mercy and 76's eyes went wide. That voice… That was not The Reaper talking.

"Without me, you're a pile of dust on the floor," said Moira. Gabriel brought his hand to his face and, inexplicably, removed his mask. His scarred, shredded, ghastly face beamed pure, raw intensity. This was not a man in the mood to play games.

"Search my eyes. Tell me if you think I give a damn."

Reaper tossed his gun to the side, returning his mask before slowly heading for the door. Moira stood there, shock evident on her features for just a moment before she recomposed herself. She chuckled darkly as she shrugged. This wasn't going quite as she had expected, but that was okay. She was still in a good spot, as far as she was concerned, and her plan was still on track.

"Very well, Reyes. I'll play nice," said Moira with a chuckle. "Now, if you excuse me, I think I'll go meet my new housemates."

Moira took a step, fading into purple smoke and disappearing through the doorway. Sombra, previously silent, quickly rushed to Reaper's side, giving him a sideways glance.

"You were worried," noted Reaper.

"Psh. Me? Worried? Nah, you got it all wrong, Papi," said Sombra, rather unconvincingly. "It's just too much fun messing with you to let you die. Besides, who's gonna get hermana out of bed if you're not around? That girl isn't what I'd call a morning person." Sombra chuckled weakly, nervously glancing at Reaper. "But you're okay, right?"

"I'll live. I'm going to the pool. Someone has to keep an eye on O'Deorain." Reaper took a step before pausing. "And Morrison… You owe me a drink…"