Hello everyone! Chapter 6 is out! I'm really enjoying writing this now, seeing as though I can finally write the two as a couple. I swear, WidowTracer is so adorable. :P
On a side note, I'm starting school next Monday, and doing so is most likely going to slow down the updates for this story. I'll try and get 2 or 3 chapters out this upcoming week, but I'm not sure. I'll still be writing it of course, but as I said, it will most likely slow it down a bit.
Hope you enjoy!
"Amélie?"
"Oui?"
"How have ya been handlin' all this?" Lena nuzzled her head further into Amélie's neck, taking in her scent. She had missed this. A lot.
Amélie nodded, tightening her grip on Lena's body. They had been resting like this for a good twenty minutes, eating cookies and holding each other. The cookies, to Amélie's surprise, had been wonderful.
"What do you mean?"
Lena raised her head, looking up at the woman holding her. "Ya know, gettin' your life back?" she said, tucking a strand of the French woman's hair behind her ear.
Amélie smiled, caressing Lena's cheek. "Chérie, my life has been better in the past 2 days than it has been in the past 5 years, thanks to you," she whispered, planting a soft kiss on Lena's lips.
Lena returned the smile, breaking the kiss, and returning her head to the crook in Amélie's neck. "Well that's good. Hopefully we'll actually be able to get ya head back to where it should be once we get to the Watchpoint."
Suddenly, a low hum was heard, causing the two to look at each other. "Think that's them, luv?" Lena questioned, concern present in her voice.
The hum began growing louder, signaling that it was getting closer to the apartment. Amélie thought for a moment, before looking back at Lena. "I do not know, although it hasn't been that long." she stated, rising from the couch. "I suggest you contact Winston, quickly."
"Way ahead of ya," Lena smirked, already having her phone out. She dialed the number, and raised the device to her ear.
One ring. Two rings. Three rings.
The fourth. Nothing.
"Shite! He's not answering!" Lena exclaimed, returning her phone to her pocket. "Grab the necessities, luv. We need to leave, now!"
Lena and Amélie exited the building through the back door, into a dark, and well hidden alley. "I know this city like the back of my hand," the brunette said, lifting her bag farther over her shoulder. "Follow me, and keep ya head down.
Amélie smirked, and began following her. "You know, I'm still technically the world's best assassin. I know what I'm doing," she teased.
"Ah, right. Sorry luv."
Amélie smiled, and began picking up her pace.
They stopped at the end of the alley, and quickly hid behind a small dumpster, blending in with their surroundings. A drop ship had suddenly flew over them, blowing trash and debris everywhere around the alley. Lena, looking up at it, caught sight of the side door.
The Talon insignia.
Lena looked down, staring at the woman next to her. "It's Talon, I saw the ship." Just then, her phone began vibrating, signaling a call. The pilot grabbed it out of her pocket and, looking at her screen for a split second, answered the call, raising it to her ear. "Winston! Where the bloody hell were ya?" she whispered angrily.
"I apologize, Lena. I was using the restroom, and didn't hear the phone." the scientist replied.
"Well this is bloody important! How far out is the rest of the team?" she asked, glancing out at the street.
"Well, according to their last update, about ten minutes," Winston said, his voice slightly muffled, as if he was eating a banana.
"Well tell them to speed up, because it's only a matter of time until Talon finds us. We just left the apartment." Lena explained.
"Oh God, Talon is after you? Lena, I suggest heading to the spot. I can tell the team where you'll be."
Lena smiled. She loved the spot. "Alright big guy, thanks for the assistance."
"No problem Lena. Good luck."
She hung up, and returned the phone to her pocket. "Amélie, there's a spot not far from here that agents used to use as a rendezvous. We need to get there."
They both rose from hiding, and walked out into the street, blending into the crowd. "Where exactly are we headed?"
"Big Ben," she said, smiling at the woman beside her. "Nothin' special."
Amélie turned to look at Lena. "Big Ben? How in the hell are we supposed to get past security?"
"Oh, don't worry about that luv. Us Overwatch agents have our ways." She winked at her, and raised herself to Amélie's ear. "Secret entrance," the pilot whispered.
"Really?" Amélie said, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh come now, it's cool and you know it."
They continued walking, keeping a close watch on their surroundings, and the sky above them.
"Oh, I've got ya something luv." Lena reached into her bag, and pulled out a pair of Aviators. "Keeps our identity in check, and makes us look like bad asses." she said, handing them to the French woman, and pulling out a pair for herself.
Amélie took them, and rolled them around in her hands. "T-These seem familiar, Lena." Lena, putting on her pair, turned to look at her.
"Whaddya mean luv?"
She turned, looking at Lena. A bundle of hair had fallen across her eyes, causing the brunette to blow it back in place. At that moment, a searing hot pain flashed through Amélie's head, causing her hands to hold it in agony. "Oh God. Lena, alley. NOW." She stumbled to her right, stopping herself from falling by grabbing Lena's shoulders. "It's happening again."
"It's alright luv. It's okay. We gotta get into cover," she said, picking up Amélie bridal style. "Shit, of all the times." Lena was worried. She made her way across the street, staying low. Upon entering the alley she sat down behind a dumpster, laying Amélie out across her lap.
Visions were passing through Amélie's head, causing her to cry out a muffled yell.
"Promise me you'll come back safe, Lena." Amélie caressed her cheek, smiling.
"Ya know I can't promise ya something like that, luv. You never know what could happen with this thing," Lena said, leaning into her lover's touch.
"I know, I know. It just makes me feel better."
A knock on the door broke the women from their trance. "Agent Tracer? The Slipstream is ready whenever you are."
Lena turned back to Amélie, smiling. "Alright, I'm comin'"
The British pilot reached into her pocket, pulling out a pair of Aviators. "Luv these things. Makes me look like a bad ass."
The French woman laughed, causing Lena to smile even wider. A bundle of hair had fallen across her eyes, causing the brunette to blow it back in place.
Lena made her way to the door. "Catch ya on the flip side, Amélie. I love you."
"And I love you, chérie. Good luck."
Amélie took a breath, the pain slowly subsiding. She looked up at Lena with a questioning look in her eyes.
Lena looked down at her, a frown on her face. "Whatever ya remembered luv, we can talk about it later. Now's not really the best time for a conversation," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Can ya walk?"
Amélie tried to lift herself off of Lena's lap, but wasn't able to. "Non, I can barely move."
"Alright, that's okay. I can give Winston our location, and he can have 'em pick us up here."
Suddenly, a large amount of footsteps could be heard right outside the alley, along with a commanding, and raspy voice. "Find them! I'm not letting that bitch get away, especially with that pilot!"
Unless one of them actually came down the alley and looked closely, they wouldn't be found. They were well hidden, in between the dumpster and a pile of cardboard boxes.
"Chérie, that's the leading commander of the base I was stationed at," Amélie whispered, leaning closer to Lena's ear. "This is not good."
"It's alright luv. They won't find us."
"And if one of them does?"
Lena thought for a moment, before reaching into her bag, pulling out a black cylinder. "Always wondered when I was gonna need one of these."
"What is that?" Amélie asked, looking at the item..
"It's a silencer, 'specially made for my pistols," she explained, screwing it onto one of her pulse weapons. "Makes 'em so quiet, it's like ya not even shooting anything. Quite cool, really."
The French woman nodded, before pulling out a pistol of her own, this one already being silenced. "I suppose it can't hurt to have more than one gun," she said, grinning.
"Today's military in a nutshell, that is," Lena whispered, returning the smile.
"How long do we wait?" Amélie asked, glancing around the corner towards the street.
"As long as we have to, luv."
Translations!
Chérie - "Dear"
Non - "No"
Hope you enjoyed!
P.S.: The "commanding and raspy" voice is not Reaper, for those of you who might've been thinking so. I'll most likely be adding him in the future.
