Chapter 3 is out! I had a good time writing this, but it was a little more difficult than I had expected.
Also, sorry about the slight delay. I know I said there wasn't going to be a set schedule, but I still feel like I'm updating a little later than I should be. I probably would've had this out yesterday, but I just didn't get to finishing it. I dunno, let me know what you think.
Once again, thank you very much to Kumoma and The Queen Baby for reviewing the last chapter, and thank you also to tonyreece7 and an anonymous guest. Like I said, reviews help me a lot, so please don't hesitate to give any feedback.
Enjoy!
-MorphZz
"Alright luv, this is gonna be the fun part, so let's get started," Tracer said, handing Widow a cup of tea. "I guarantee ya that this'll help ya focus. Always helps me, anyway."
Widow had wanted to start with the basics, so she could get a general idea of who she used to be. Tracer didn't want her starting with anything too extreme, so that she wouldn't be overwhelmed.
Taking a sip, she turned to the woman next to her, looking straight at her bright brown eyes. "Désolée, but before we start, I've been meaning to ask you something." she said, gripping her cup with a slightly harder grip. "W-Why do you trust me? I work for Talon, so for all you know, this could be a trap."
Tracer, meeting her gaze, set her cup on the table, and softly gripped both of Widow's shoulders. "Widow, I'm trusting you right now for a number of reasons. One: Ya haven't shot me yet. I like to think that's a pretty big one," she replied, smirking. "Two, you've looked genuinely nervous all night. Don't think I haven't noticed, luv."
Widow gazed into her eyes, Tracer's face mere inches from her own. "I-I'm guessing there's a third?" she questioned, shakily laughing. Tracer smiled, and moved her lips next to Widow's right ear.
"Third," she began, "is because this is a rather vulnerable position, and ya haven't done nothin' to harm me, so I'm highly doubting that this is a trap." Tracer removed her hands from her shoulders, and moved back into her cross-legged position, sipping her tea once more, as if nothing had happened. "Now, not that your question is bad or anything like that, but I think I've got something to beat ya," she said, glancing at Widow. "Why do you trust me? I work for Overwatch, or what's left of it anyways, so for all you know, this could be a trap."
Widowmaker, who was still dazed by the sudden close proximity with Tracer, realized that she hadn't even considered that this could be a trap. She was so worked up with her memories that she had forgotten about her own safety. She looked away slightly, and thought for a moment.
Why did she trust her? All she knew was that she did, and that was that. Tracer seemed like a genuinely nice person, with only good intentions. She was almost always in a good mood, and she was very determined. Widow, of all people, would understand that the most, considering all of the failed attempts at getting Tracer to leave her alone.
To her surprise, she was… glad that she hadn't stopped bothering her.
She looked back at Tracer, slightly smiling. "Tracer, you've brought me into your own personal home, and left yourself open for an attack." she said, smirking. "This isn't a trap."
Tracer looked back at Widow, returning the smile. "Course it's not. I'm not a.. trappy sort of person," she said with a giggle "Besides, you asked me, luv. There's no way I coulda planned anything."
They both sat there, staring at each other. After a good ten seconds, Widow was the first to break away. "Anyway, now that that's over with, let's get started, oui?" she said, relieved to be able to look away. She was having a difficult time tearing her vision elsewhere. Her eyes were beautiful.
Shaking her head, she smiled, and clasped her hands together. "Alright, now where to begin! Well, first off, I just wanna point out that ya used to be, ya know, not evil. You were on our side, Overwatch's that is," she said, taking another sip. "You were never an official member, but you were always cheering us on. You were at almost every 'mission success' party, and you always brought homemade cookies. Bloody delicious, those were."
Widow nodded, taking in the information. She had baked cookies for the members of Overwatch? She congratulated them at their own parties? She looked away, attempting to process what she had just heard. Out of no where, as if it had been in her head the whole time, she mumbled out a short phrase. "Chocolate chip." After doing so, she brought a hand up to her mouth, looking at Tracer.
"Wait… what?" she asked, a look of confusion on her face. "Did you just… oh my god. Widow, luv, did you say chocolate chip?!"
Widow nodded once more, a slight headache beginning to form near her right temple. "I-I did, oui. I don't know why, it just popped into my head," she said, rubbing her temple.
"Widow, that was the flavor of your cookies. Ya never made any other kind, because you loved chocolate chip so much," Tracer exclaimed, setting her tea down on the table. "Luv, I think you may have just remembered something. As small as it may be, it's still something."
Did she remember something? If she had, that was great and all, but this headache was beginning to bother her. It had almost doubled in pain, and her hand was starting to get tired after rubbing her right side. "Tracer, do you happen to have any medicine for headaches?" she questioned, wincing at the pain. "I don't know what's wrong, but my head is killing me."
"Yeah luv, I'll be right back. I've got some in the kitchen." she replied, quickly getting up and blinking into the other room.
By now, the headache had spread to her whole head, making her cry out in agony. "Tracer! If you could hurry up, that would magnifique!" she shouted, doubling over in pain.
"I'm trying luv! I've got so many damn meds in here, I can't find em!"
This was bad. Bad. She's had her occasional headache here and there, but this was utter pain. Her breathing was beginning to become shorter and shorter, and the sides of her vision darkening.
"I've got em, luv!" Tracer yelled, taking them from the back of the cabinet.
As she ran back into the room, Widow looked up at her, seeing a face of sadness and concern. Before she fully lost consciousness, a short name drifted into her head, past the pain. She whispered it, not knowing who's it was. "Lena...".
She blacked out.
She woke with a start, her eyes slowly opening. She felt like utter shit. The headache was still there, but it was no-where near as bad as it was. She looked around, taking in her surroundings. She was in a bed, a comfortable one, with a quilt and soft pillow. A lamp was on in the corner, sitting on a small table. She slowly sat up, not wanting to aggravate her head any more.
After looking around, her eyes came to rest on Tracer, asleep in a chair, next to a small desk. She had a small pillow, most likely from the couch, under her head. The chair was wooden, and had an oddly shaped back. It looked very uncomfortable.
After a moment of though, she realized that this must be Tracer's bedroom. Draped over the back of the chair was her uniform, the orange spandex and the union jacket.
"Tracer." she whispered, attempting to wake the brit. She had brought Widow to her own bed, so Widow felt as though she at least deserved a good night's rest. "Chérie, wake up."
She didn't wake, so Widow slowly got out of bed, making sure to be quiet. She approached her, resting her hand on her shoulder, and slightly shaking. "Tracer, wake up, you need to go to bed." she whispered once more, trying to get her awake.
"Mhhmph… f-five more minutes." she mumbled, nuzzling her head farther into the pillow.
Widow smirked, smiling at the woman. "She's hopeless," she thought to herself. Shaking slightly harder, she spoke in a louder voice, "Tracer, come on, wake up."
After taking a long breath, Tracer slowly brought her head up, yawning. "Oh, bloody hell. Why'd you wake me up?" she asked. She rubbed her eyes, and slowly looked around. "You know how much I like to sle-" she looked at Widow, her face instantly turning to that of worry.
"Widowmaker?! What in the hell are do-" she looked at her again, her features slowly relaxing. "Oh my god, I'm sorry luv. Just not used to this yet." she said, resting her hands on her knees.
"It is okay chérie, I understand. Sorry for waking you, but you looked rather uncomfortable." she replied, rubbing her head. "And yes, I am feeling fine. I just need some sleep."
Tracer nodded, getting up, and heading for the door. "You can take the bed again. I've got the couch."
"Nonsense, there's room for two." Widow said. "Besides, it is your bed."
Tracer turned around, glanced at Widow, and nodded. "Alright, if you insist." She walked across the room, now heading for the right side of the bed. She climbed in, burying herself in the quilt.
Soon after, Widow climbed in, doing the same.
"Hey, luv?"
"Oui?
"That name, the one ya whispered before you blacked out. Do you know who's it is?" she asked, looking at the woman next to her.
"I do not, although the name 'Lena' does seem vaguely familiar." she answered, looking back at Tracer.
She giggled, and looked back at the ceiling, resting her head on the pillow. "It's my name, luv. You've remembered me"
So, I've decided to start doing some translations for Widow's French. Sorry in advance if I completely forget to add them in later chapters, as I was planning on having them for last chapter.
Désolée - "Sorry"
Oui - "Yes"
Magnifique - "Magnificent"
Chérie - "Dear"
Thanks for reading!
