Hello~ This idea has been literally driving me insane since I saw a tumblr post talking about this idea. I've been looking for the post that inspired this but I can't seem to find it. If I ever do, I will definitely link it! Anyway, enjoy my angsty bullshit! - Sarge


Angela was exhausted. No, exhausted was an understatement. She felt like a zombie, dead on her feet. It had been a long, several months at the relief camp in which she was stationed. After the fall of Overwatch, she had become one of the more prolific medical professionals in Doctors Beyond Borders. For the past few years she had been stationed in war-torn Uzbekistan. She was currently at a small encampment, perhaps less than two-hundred people were under her care, but it seemed that whenever she cleared a patient to leave, another appeared. More civil unrest, incited by Talon no doubt, had Angela's plate more than full. While she despised Talon and their mission, she had to admit that seeing a certain someone almost made the stress the organization put her under bearable. Almost.

She was finishing up her last rounds of the hospital tent, checking on patients and making sure that things were in order for the next doctor's shift. She glanced at the digital watch on her wrist. It was nearing two in the morning. She sighed. Yup, she was definitely exhausted. Things had been more difficult in the past four months, more so than usual. But then again, her circumstances were quite unusual. She subconsciously placed her hand on the small bump that was beginning to protrude from her stomach. A worried smile crossed her lips. It wasn't that she wasn't happy about her situation, but it was getting increasingly more difficult to hide her pregnancy from the other doctors. Angela exited the main hospital tent after saying a brief "goodnight" to the incoming doctor. Her back was killing her and she reckoned it would only get worse as her belly continued to swell. She trudged to her private tent, dragging her caduceus staff behind her. God, she wanted her bed so bad.

Her tent was a good ten minute walk from the hospital and every step reminded her just how achy her body was. She knew that she needed to take better care of herself, if not for her sake then for her unborn child's, but there was so much work to be done. Things would certainly be a lot easier if she wasn't bearing this burden alone. She hadn't even told him. How was she supposed to when she couldn't even get in contact with that shadowy bastard? He just showed up and left as he pleased, leaving her to deal with the heartache of his absence in solitude. She knew that they had a…complicated… relationship to say the least, but more frequent visits would be nice. Angela could see the white outline of her tent under the moonlight. Finally, salvation.

Angela trudged inside the studio sized tent, beelining past her poor excuse of a kitchen (a hot water heater and three plastic plates stacked on a shelf) and office full ofs state of the art medical equipment (having the UN behind you sometimes had its perks…sometimes) and straight into her small bedroom. In the corner was a small cot with a single blanket and atop it sat a dark figure in a skull-like mask. If Angela hadn't known better, she would have assumed she was simply hallucinating his presence from her lack of sleep and subconscious desire to see him. For a brief second, she did entertain the idea that she was officially going mad, but his voice brought her into reality.

"Hey Doc," Reaper growled with his low, gravely voice, "Got time for one more patient?"

"Gabriel," Angela said, almost breathless. She had to stop herself from flinging herself into his arms. She might have done just that if she hadn't noticed his clawed hand gripping the side of his cloak, a dark stain spreading across the fabric.

"Heilige Scheiße," she said, "What the hell happened to you?" He shrugged with a wince.

"Oh, you know, the usual," he chuckled, "So, can you help me?"

Angela's brow furrowed. Of course she was going to help him. That stupid idiot always getting hurt on his stupid Talon missions. She sighed heavily.

"Come to my lab," she said, turning and exiting her room. She didn't have to wonder if he'd follow. She could hear the sound of his heavy boots thud against the floor of her tent as he followed her.

"So what actually happened," she asked, pulling back the flap of the "door" to the lab.

"Just a mission gone wrong," he grunted as he entered the lab and dropped himself on the cot that sat in the corner.

"Typical," she rolled her eyes as she walked over to the cabinet that contained sutures. She collected the materials, faintly aware of him watching her. Once she had her supplies she returned to the cot where he sat.

"Strip," she commanded.

"Wow Doc, I didn't know you were so frisky with your patients," Gabriel purred.

"Gabriel," she said with irritation, "I'm not in the mood." He had no idea just how out of wack her hormones were, and his stupid flirting was not helping.

He was silent as he removed his Reaper mask, revealing the scarred and handsome face she'd always loved. She watched as he then removed the top parts of his armor, revealing his perfect soldier body. On the left side of his torso was a deep gash, oozing the purple-red smokey blood that circulated in Gabriel's veins.

"Mein Gott," she sighed, exasperated, "Hold still, this is going to hurt."

"Promise?" He grinned. She furrowed her brow and jabbed the first suture through. "Jesus Ange," he grunted in pain, "I was just kidding."

"Well I wasn't," she deadpanned. She continued sitting up the wound, albeit much gentler. The sutures had biotic-nano technology that helped release healing properties into the wound over time. Her caduceus staff, contrary to popular belief, had to recharge after so much use. After some moments of silence, feeling his eyes boring into her, she had finished stitching his wound.

"There," she said, taking the now bloodied suture needle and depositing it in a biohazard container.

"Thanks, Ange," Gabriel said. He stared at her, taking in her frazzled but beautiful face. Her hair was a mess and she looked like she hadn't gotten a proper night of rest in weeks. He approached her and placed his hand on her cheek.

"Are you okay," he asked, searching her pale blue eyes for answers, "You look like shit."

"Always a charmer, aren't you Gabriel," she said with a slight smile.

They stood there a moment before he slid his hand on the small of her back and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips met and Angela realized just how much she had truly missed his touch. Within seconds he was kissing her like a man starved. It was for a moment that Angela forgot about her…situation. Gabriel had slid his hand under her shirt but stopped when his hand found the bump protruding from her stomach. He recoiled as if he'd been shocked, causing Angela to flinch.

"What the hell," he growled, "You're pregnant?"

"Gabriel-" she tried, but he wasn't having it.

"Ha," he said, barking out a harsh laugh, "So I mean nothing to you, huh?" She could see the hurt in his eyes. "How long did it take for you to move on? I know I can't always be around but, but-" he looked livid, "You just went and fucked some other-"

He was cut off by a harsh slap to his face. He was stunned for a moment before snapping his head back to her, even angrier.

"What the fuck was that-"

"It's yours!" Angela snapped. Gabriel was stunned.

"What?" He said, furrowing his brow.

"It's yours," Angela whispered. Tears were beginning to prick the edges of her eyes. She wrapped herself in a hug.

"Angela," barked Gabriel with another exasperated laugh, "My curse. I can't give you children. You and I both know that it's impossible. That's the most sorry excuse-"

"It's not an excuse!" She shouted no longer able to maintain her composure. The tears began to trickle down her cheeks. "I don't know how Gabe, but we were wrong."

"I don't understand," Gabriel said, "I'm literally a dead man walking and you're telling me I was actually able to…" He trailed off when he met her eyes. God damn it. He knew her well enough to know she was telling the truth.

"I don't understand it either Gabriel," she said, hugging herself tighter, "But that doesn't change the fact that I'm pregnant with your child."

There was a tense silence in the air as the truth began to set in. Gabriel gently approached her, and lifted her chin to look him in the eyes. She was shocked by the genuine fear in them.

"The curse," he croaked, "You. The child. Are you-?" He couldn't finish his sentence.

"We're fine, Gabriel," she said as she reached to brush a tear he hadn't noticed from his cheek.

"But-"

"Don't worry," she gave him a weak smile, "I've been monitoring everything. The baby is perfectly healthy."

She searched his eyes, hoping-no praying- that he wouldn't say what she most dreaded.

"Ange," he whispered, "I- I can't stay. If Talon ever found out about you or the child…I wouldn't be able to live with myself."

"Then leave them," Angela said, furrowing her brow. She knew how this conversation was going to end, but it didn't stop her from trying.

"You know I can't do that," he grumbled, "They'd do everything in their power to hunt me down and take everything I've ever loved away." He looked into her eyes and she could feel her heart breaking.

"I know…" she whispered. She couldn't look him in the eyes again. How could she when she knew he was going to just break her heart again? He pulled her into a hug, burying his face in her hair.

"Ange," he whispered, lips against her scalp, "I love you."

"I know," she croaked quietly into his chest, "I love you too."

"I can't risk Talon coming after you or the baby," he sighed, "But I swear I'll do everything in my power to protect you both."

Angela glanced up at him. For the first time in her knowing him, she saw tears staining his cheeks. It made her chest ache. He looked down at her and kissed her gently. She closed her eyes and melted into it. She might as well enjoy this while she could. He pulled away and her eyes fluttered open. He caressed her check.

"You need to rest," he said quietly, "Come on." Before Angela had a chance to protest, he had scooped her up into his arms and was carrying her back to her room. They entered her small room and he gently laid her down on her cot. She watched as he turned to head back to the lab.

"Gabriel," she croaked out quietly, "Stay…please?" He glanced back at her, debating in his head before finally turning around and laying down next to her on the crowded cot.

"Okay," he whispered, "But just for tonight."

"Okay," Angela said, snuggling up into his chest.

She could feel his arms wrap around her as he laced his fingers through her hair. She was acutely aware of the soft kiss he planted on her head as she let the exhaustion take over. As she drifted off, she wondered what their life would have been like if their situation wasn't so impossible.