Chapter 4 is out! Thank you to everyone who reviewed the last chapter, as they've given me a general sense of what to write in the future. In regards to Widow getting her memories back a bit too fast, I was planning on her getting those first few back faster than the others, just to show that her mind can't take it. I'll try and have her get them back slower now.
Also, this chapter is in Lena's perspective. I'm planning on switching between the two character's perspectives every 3-4 chapters, depending on where the story is going.
Enjoy!
-MorphZz
Lena entered the store, intending to get in, get what she needed, and get back home as fast as possible. This was the first time she had actually gotten to Widowmaker, and she didn't want to waste the opportunity to save her.
For three months, ever since Mondatta, she had been following her, trying to get her to understand that she only wanted to help. For the first month, the confrontations consisted of 'Wotcha lookin' at luv?'s and then lots of shooting and running away. The second month, Widow had actually began talking to her, although the conversations were brief, and they also usually ended in shooting.
The third month included a cease fire. Lena could tell that she was annoying the assassin, but she was beginning to change. She was no longer giving her short responses, and they were actually beginning to have somewhat civilized conversations, but Widow still didn't want much to do with her.
Lena missed Amélie. A lot.
"Excuse me, but can you tell me where the tea is?" Lena had been searching all over the store for tea, but eventually she just gave up, and resorted to searching for an employee. When she arrived at where it usually is, she had found orange juice instead. "I've been searching everywhere for it. I just can't find it."
The man looked up at Lena, setting down the ham he was restocking into the deli. "I dunno why, but last week we had to move the tea to the opposite side of the store. You should find it right next to the coffee."
She thanked the man, and made her way towards the other side of the store. She was beginning to worry about Widow. She was taking too long.
After grabbing the tea, she made her way around the store, gathering everything else as fast as she could. It was almost lunchtime, so she grabbed some sandwich meats and cheese.
She approached the check-out lanes, only to find that there were only two of them open, each of which very busy. "Shit, why now?" she thought, rushing over to the self check-out stations. She only had two bags worth of food, so she would be able to blink her way home.
Gripping the two bags, she rushed out of the store, and down the street, zipping her way through the constant flow of cars. She had told Widow that she would be back in two hours at the most. She had told herself that she would try and get back in forty-five minutes.
She was only a good minute away from her apartment when a sudden movement above her caught her eye. A black drop ship, heading in the same direction as her. "Oh no… oh no no no, shit!" She began blinking non-stop, not caring if she drained the energy. She needed to get there first.
She wasn't going to lose her again.
Just barely keeping up with the ship, she came to her apartment, rushing through the door and up the stairs. Approaching her door, she dropped her groceries, ripping her keys out of her pocket. Unlocking the door, she kicked it open. "Widow! Where are ya luv!" she yelled, running into her living room. Widow ran in from the kitchen, holding a cookie.
"Tracer, what the hell is going on?!" she asked, her tone clearly worried.
"It's bloody Talon! We need to lea-" the window to her left shattered, and Tracer instantly felt a stinging sensation on her neck. "Amélie, get down!" she yelled, feeling at her neck. A needle, it's effects immediately taking action. She was already feeling drowsy.
Before she could react, another needle came through the window, striking Widow in the neck. "Putain de merde, what the hell?" she screamed, taking the needle out.
Lena's vision was already darkening, her legs no longer strong enough to stand. She collapsed, falling on the side of the couch. "Amélie, please try and run," she whispered to Widow. "Please, I don't want to lose you again."
Three people, dressed in all black, came through the door. They surrounded Widow, binding her arms and legs. They picked her up, and proceeded towards the door.
Lena was unable to help her. She was barely even able to think. "Not again..."
Lena woke up, breathing heavily. She sat up, confused. She looked around the room, trying to make out her surroundings.
She was in her room. In her bed.
And to her right was Amélie. Asleep, and unharmed.
"Bloody hell, it was a dream," she thought, her breathing beginning to slow. "Oh my god, it was just a dream."
She slowly got up, not wanting to wake Widow. As she made her way to the door, a small voice get her attention. "Chérie, where are you going?"
She turned around, giving a small smile to Widow. "Sorry for wakin' you luv. It was just a bad dream." she said, turning back to the door. She glanced at the clock. "I'm just goin' for some fresh air out on the balcony. You can sleep more if you like, it's only four-thirty."
Widow nodded, smiling back. "Okay, Tracer," she said, climbing back under the covers. Lena left her room, closing the door quietly. She needed to calm herself. She hadn't lost her, and she was perfectly fine. "Just a dream, Lena."
Lena walked through her home, and over to the balcony doors. She opened them, instantly feeling the cool night air against her skin, as opposed to the warmth of the inside. She sat down, running her hands through her unkempt hair, as tears began to run down her face.
She cried.
She cried because the only woman she had ever truly loved was trapped, and devoid of her own memories. Sure, she was getting them back, but she had to be slow about it, otherwise she would end up getting hurt.
At this rate, it would take a good long while before Lena was able to speak to Amélie. Her Amélie.
A good few minutes had passed before Lena heard a knock on the glass balcony doors. She turned her head, finding herself looking at Widow. Lena raised her hand, waving for her to come out. She walked out, and took the seat next to Lena.
"What is wrong, Lena?" she asked, her eyes full of worry. She saw the look of confusion on Lena's face. "Oh, I'm sorry. Do you mind if I call you that?"
Lena laughed, smiling at her. "Yes luv, it's alright. I'd prefer you to anyway." she replied, rubbing her hands together. The cold air wasn't necessarily pleasant, but she could bear it. It woke her up, and reminded her that this was real, and it wasn't a dream. "And no, Amélie, I'm really not."
Amélie smiled, wrapping her arms around herself. "It's nice, having a proper name for myself," she sighed, rubbing her arms. "But seriously chérie, what is wrong?"
Lena sighed, wiping the remaining tears away from her eyes. "Remember the person that you reminded me of? The one I was talking about last night on the rooftop?" she questioned. "My dream was about her. It ended… badly." Lena was having a hard time containing herself. The only thing she wanted to do at that moment was tell her that the person she reminded her of was her, and that they were together before everything went downhill.
But she couldn't. She feared that if she brought back too many memories at once she would black out again. And Lena couldn't do that to her.
She loved her too much.
"Do you… want to talk about it?" Amélie asked. "I you don't want to that's alright, but I'm here if you do."
Lena nodded, giving her a small smile. "She was… taken from me. Again. And I wasn't able to do anything about it. Again. I'd rather not get into the details." she responded, choosing her words carefully. She didn't want to start crying again. It wasn't like her.
Amélie nodded back, and began to rub her hands together. "It was just a dream, chérie. Keep that in mind."
Lena frowned, looking her her hands. "We can go inside, if ya like. I admit it is rather chilly out here," she said, stuffing her hands in her pockets.
"Oui, that would be nice," she responded. "Also, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep anymore. I'm wide awake."
"Oh that's alright, luv. I was actually getting a bit hungry if you wanted some eggs or somethin'. I can whip up a couple of plates." Lena said, standing and heading for the door. She opened it, and held it for Amélie. "Ladies first."
Amélie laughed, rushing inside. "Some eggs would be nice. Scrambled, if you don't mind."
Lena walked in, and closed the door. "Just what I had in mind, luv."
This was the beginning of a new day. Hopefully Lena would be able to get her to remember a few smaller things, so that she wouldn't have a bad reaction. On top of that, Talon would be looking for her, so she would have to stay inside for the most part.
Lena made her way into the kitchen, pulling the eggs from the fridge. She thought for a moment. What could she possibly remember? Who knew?
Maybe she would remember her cookie recipe. She missed those cookies.
Man, my cursor was over the 'submit' button, and I was like "WAIT, THE TRANSLATIONS!" :P
Putain de merde - "Fucking shit"
Oui - "Yes"
Thanks for reading!
