Hey guys! Sorry about the delay, I would've had this chapter out earlier today, but I was visiting some family. I've already started on chapter 8, so hopefully (hopefully) that'll be out soon.

Also, on a slight side note, turns out I'm starting school not tomorrow, but Tuesday. So that gives me a bit more time to get this next chapter out.

Hope you enjoy!


"How many?" the French woman whispered, a bead of sweat rolling down her forehead.

Lena leaned forward, stealing a quick glance around their only cover. "Only two," she responded, gripping her pistol. "They're already in the alley."

"Okay, stay hiding."

The two women had been like this for roughly ten minutes, keeping an eye on the entrance to the alley. Lena periodically checked her phone, hoping that Winston would message her. The team had to have been at the spot by now.

The two soldiers continued down the alley, keeping an eye out for anything that moved. Amélie took a quick glance around the corner, before quickly pulling her head back.

Both equipped with rifles, presumably automatic, no silencers. She secured the suppressor on her weapon, flicking the safety off. Glancing at Lena, she brought a finger up to her lips.

The pilot nodded, before giving her a signature mock salute. Amélie was able to move now and, just barely standing, was definitely able to fight. Waiting behind the dumpster, they waited for the two to get closer.

Widowmaker had never really enjoyed killing. She never really disliked it either. Although one thing she despised were her treatments, and she would do almost anything to prevent those.

The soldiers were mere feet from their position, slowly advancing forward. Amélie looked at Lena and nodded, bringing her pistol up. 3, 2, 1…

The French assassin rose from hiding, before promptly putting a bullet in between the eyes of the soldier on the right. Lena, blinking behind the second, pressed her pulse weapon to the back if his neck. "Sorry," she whispered, before unloading, causing the man's body to fall limp to the ground.

Blinking back behind cover, Lena turned to the woman next to her, frowning. "Never been a big fan of that."

Amélie nodded, taking the brunette's hand. "Oui, I understand," she whispered, taking her hand. "Just know that it's Talon. They would do the same to you."

Lena was about to respond when the same voice from earlier resonated from down the street. "God dammit! What the hell do you mean? They've got to be here!"

Another man began talking, the two women just barely hearing him. "Sir I… yes I know… we've checked the whole… sir I… oh god no! Plea-" was all they could hear before a loud gunshot could be heard.

"Someone come get this disappointment! We're heading back to HQ, ASAP!"

Amélie turned to Lena, who was quite shaken by what had just happened. "He is an unforgiving man. Once again, just know that it's Talon."

Lena looked at Amélie, and nodded. She smiled, making the French woman's chest hurt, and causing her to take a mental note. Her smile is dangerous, avoid it at all costs, she thought, before smiling back at her. J'aime cette femme trop.

Lena pulled out her phone, dialing a number. "Alright, well I'll go ahead and call up Winston." She put the device up to her ear, and idly played with the loose string on her jacket. "Don't wanna have 'im worryin' or nothin'."

Amélie leaned back against the brick wall, releasing a relieved sigh. She didn't want to be around Talon anymore. Not with all they've done to her. For too long she's been manipulated and forced into performing actions against her own will, and against her own humanity. For too long, she believed she would spend the rest of her uneventful life in that hell.

Then, for the second time in her life, she met the woman who would ultimately risk her own life to save her own.

She glanced at the pilot that was sitting across from her. Lena was sitting cross legged, her left hand occupied with the string while her right was holding her phone. Her hair was unruly, even more-so than usual, with multiple strands facing every direction possible, and her Aviators resting upon her brow.

"Winston? Yeah it's Lena. No, I'm fine big guy," she said, standing up. She looked at Amélie. "You alright luv? Winston 'ere just wants to make sure."

"Yes, chérie." Lena helped her up, and she lifted her bag over her head. "Tell Winston that I am grateful for what he is doing."

The brunette smiled, and gave her a quick peck on the cheek. "Yeah luv, she's fine. She's thankful for what your doin'. She stopped to listen, her smile growing wider by the second. She glanced at the French woman. I miss this guy sometimes, she mouthed, grinning. "I'm sending you the coordinates now."

Suddenly, a gust of wind came from the street. Both women turned, looking at the source of the sudden noise.

An Overwatch dropship.

"Eyy! Amélie, they found us already!" she yelled, the ships engines drowning out her voice. "Winston luv! The team found us, so I'll be talkin' to ya in a bit, yeah?" she nodded, smiling. "Yeah, I'll see ya later luv." she hung up, pocketed her phone, and grabbed Amélie by the hand. "Ready, luv?"

"Very."

"Let's go then! Oh man, I haven't seen any of the team in such a long time!" She dragged Amélie out of the alley, and towards the ship. As they drew near, the back door opened, revealing an angelic looking figure, wielding a mechanical looking staff and a small blaster. Standing next to her, a giant of a man, holding a massive hammer.

"Angela! Reinhardt!" she ran forward, Amélie struggling to keep up with her. Reaching the dropped door, she let go of her lover's hand, and embraced Angela with a bear hug. "Oh my god, luv! It's been too long!"

Angela hugged her back, smiling. "Yes it has, Lena. I've missed you very much," she said, pulling back to look at Amélie. "Now there's a face I've not seen in years."

Amélie nodded, giving the woman a slight smile. "I'm sorry, but I don't know who you are," she said, tapping at her temple. "My memories are still a bit messed up."

"Oh, it's quite alright dear. I am aware of your problems with remembering, so for now, I shall only give you my name." She walked forward, extending her hand. "Angela Ziegler."

Amélie blinked, staring at the woman. A dull throbbing at the back of her head, she reached for Angela's hand, giving a handshake. "Amélie LaCroix," she said, rubbing her temple. "Are you also, umm..." she thought for a moment, her eyes closed in concentration. "Ah, Mercy?"

Angela nodded, beaming at the woman in front of her. "That is correct, though I can tell your having some trouble. Please don't strain yourself."

Reinhardt lifted his hammer, strapping it on his back. "We should be leaving soon, my friends. Talon is still near."

"Right luv, let's get going." Lena blinked over to the armored man, giving him a light tap on the armor. "How ya been doin' old man? Still fond o' that bad ass hammer of yours, I see."

Reinhardt chuckled deeply, ruffling the hair atop the pilots head. "I've been quite good, Lena. I'm glad to see your still your energetic self," he said, looking up at the sky. "Ah, I remember when I was younger. Staying up late all the time, full of energy. Now I can barely stay up until seven!" He laughed again, walking into the ship.

Lena grinned, blinking back down to Amélie. "Alright luv, let's get outta 'ere, yeah?"

"Oui, I am ready," she said, her headache slowly subsiding. "That Angela woman. Did I know her?"

"Yeah, you two were great friends." She walked up the ramp of the ship, and took a seat. "She was devastated when you were taken. Really torn up, she was."

"How did you act?" Amélie asked, taking a seat next to Lena. "When I was taken."

Lena looked at her, a flash of sorrow present in her brown eyes. "Well, uh… I didn't speak to anyone for a good week."

"… what?"

The pilot chuckled, running her hand through her unkempt hair. "Yeah, my reaction was the worse of everyone's. 'cept maybe Ge-" Lena stopped herself. "Oh, yeah let's not do that yet. You'd probably end up 'aving a heart attack or somethin'"

Amélie stared at her, uncertainty in her eyes.

"Chérie… h-how close were we?"

"Two years," she stated simply.

"Sorry?"

"That's how long we were together, luv. Those were the best two years of my life." The ship began to lift off of the ground, before slowly picking up speed, and leaving behind the city of London. Lena gave the French woman a reassuring nod. "It's alright luv. We'll talk more when we get there."

Amélie smiled, giving the pilot a quick peck on the lips. "Okay, chérie."

In the corner of her eye, Lena saw Angela smiling at them.

"Seriously Lena? Already?" was all she had to say.

Lena brought her hand up, fanning it out on her chest, looking offended. "Oi! I'll 'ave ya know she's the one that kissed me first!"

Angela's smile widened. "And you presumably kissed her back?"

"Well yeah! Who in the bloody hell wouldn't?" She turned to Amélie. "Just look at her, luv! She's bloody gorgeous!"

Amélie turned away, blushing furiously. "Really Lena?"

Lena wrapped her arms around her, resting her head on her shoulder. "Come on luv, ya know it's true."

Hugging her back, Amélie smirked, and rose to Lena's ear. "And you're not too bad yourself, love."

Lena grumbled slightly, burying her head in Amélie's neck. "That ain't fair. I can't speak French! Fuckin' cherry."

Amélie laughed, pulling back to fully kiss Lena on the lips. "We might be able to fix that, love."

Lena groaned, resting her head back on her lover's shoulder.

Amélie grinned. She was loving this too much.


"Sir, what are our orders?" The grunt shuffled his feet, obviously nervous. For good reason, as he was speaking to the highest ranking Talon commander in this area of Europe.

The man across from him, sitting at his desk, thought for a moment before speaking. "Your orders are to report to Reaper. Tell him Markus wants to see him."

The grunt nodded, before turning to leave the room. "Yes sir."

Moments later, an audible knock could be heard from the door. "Come in."

Reaper who was, at the moment, Talon's best asset, entered the room. He came to stand in front of the commander's desk. "You wanted to see me?"

"Yes. As I'm sure you're well aware of, Widowmaker has escaped. I want you to find her."

Reaper nodded, crossing his arms. "When do I leave?"

The commander handed him an envelope. "Tomorrow morning. Here's some info the grunts got. I doubt it'll help."

The mercenary snorted, taking the envelope. "Never does."

Reaper left the room, tucking the envelope into his trench coat. He made his way to his quarters, entering the room, and locking the door behind him. Removing his armor, he climbed into bed, blankly staring at the ceiling.

Tomorrow morning would be interesting.


So, Reaper will soon be coming into play! I dunno when, but expect me to do another short little excerpt of him. Probably of him trying to find Widow.

Translations!

Oui - "Yes"

Chérie - "Dear"

J'aime cette femme trop - "I love this woman too much."

Thanks for reading!