Revealed Feelings
Tracer stood in a darkened cell, standing over a red headed woman, who was chained to the wall. Behind Lena stood Moira, who was holding a notepad in one hand and a pen in the other. She was taking notes, seeing how well her newest accomplishment was going.
Lena knew who the red headed woman was. It was Emily, the woman who she loved with all her heart. Yet this wasn't Lena anymore. Her hair was dark black, her eyes were golden and her accelerator glowed a dark shade of red. She'd been twisted and turned into a monster, no longer able to feel any emotion.
Despite this, Lena was still there, in her subconscious, almost screaming at herself to stop. She didn't have any control though and could only watch as she knelt down and hit Emily's face, adding to the endless cuts and bruises she had.
"You know me Lena..." Emily began, trying to get through to her. "You'd never hurt me willingly."
"Lena is no more." Moira replied, smirking as Tracer hit Emily once again.
"You're wrong... I know she's still in there..."
"What an interesting hypothesis. Shall we test it?" Moira now spoke directly to Tracer. "Kill her."
Tracer pulled out one of her pulse pistols, aiming it straight at Emily's head, all while Lena begged herself not to listen.
Emily looked straight up at Tracer. "You know me Lena... I love you."
Tracer hesitated for a second, before slapping Emily with the side of her pistol. She then aimed her weapon and pressed it against Emily's head.
"I don't know you, Lena did. You're my mission."
Emily looked back up at Tracer. "Then finish it... because I'm with you till the end of the line... Just remember that I will always love you... and I forgive you."
Tracer remained silent, while Emily closed her eyes, ready for what happened next. Lena pleaded with herself, begging herself to listen.
But it fell on deaf ears.
"Kill her Tracer."
She pulled the trigger.
Watchpoint Gibraltar- Medical bay
Lena shot up out of her nightmare, taking a deep breath of air as she did so. She looked around the room and breathed heavily, as she quickly realised she was in the medical bay. Her accelerator was sat next to the bed and Lena was relieved to see it glowing its normal blue colour. Her breathing began to slow down, just before a pair of arms wrapped themselves around her.
"Bad dream?"
Lena smiled weakly at Emily, leaning back into the arms of her girlfriend.
"Yeah... bad dream."
"Want to talk about it?"
Lena shook her head, looking back towards her accelerator. "Not really."
Emily noticed Lena staring at her accelerator and formed a few ideas what the dream could have been. She gently leaned herself and Lena back down and turned to face her girlfriend.
"Don't let it get to you Lena. It wasn't real."
"I know..." Lena replied, as she wrapped her arms tightly around Emily. Even though she knew it wasn't real, the dream had still shaken her.
"Do you want me to get you anything?" Emily asked.
"No... just... stay here, please."
Lena's armed tightened against Emily ever so slightly and Emily knew that whatever the dream was had scared her.
"Don't worry. I'm not going anywhere."
Watchpoint Gibraltar- Two days later
For the next two days, life at the watchpoint was relatively clam. Guards were assigned their posts and began patrolling the base. Squads of soldiers were created and began training together, keeping their skills sharp. The engineers checked over the dropships and equipment, Torbjorn monitoring their progress, while Angela finally received some help in the medical bay.
While the base came back to life, the agents continued their daily routine. The agents had much more flexibility when it came to their daily routines and until Morrison said otherwise, no one planned to change it. For the most part, the agents continued with their original activities.
There was still no decision on the Petras Act, the vote being delayed once again. Frankly, everyone at the watchpoint knew it was just to stall for time. Thankfully, a vote was called for today and there seemed to be no intention to stop it this time. The decision on the future of Overwatch would happen today. Until that happened, it was business as usual.
It was still early in the morning when Widow walked into the mess hall. Only a few agents were up, yet the hall was relatively full. Widow looked up at a clock, which hung on the wall to the left of the door and saw the time was 7:15, so she wasn't too surprised to see this many soldiers in here.
Widow continued to look around the hall and spotted McCree, who had a cup of coffee in his hand and was sat with Reinhardt, who had nothing more than an empty plate in front of him. As they were the only two people she recognised, she walked over and sat down next to them, paying little attention to the eyes that followed her across the room.
"Good morning Amelie." Reinhardt said, perhaps a little louder than he needed to. "I didn't expect you to be up so early."
"I couldn't really sleep." Widow replied, glaring over to a table full of soldiers. Most of the occupants were watching her, not sure what to make of their new ally. When she looked at them, the table quickly turned back around.
"This is getting annoying." Widow muttered, as she turned back around, clearly frustrated and uncomfortable with the attention she was getting. Thankfully, McCree had noticed this and decided to act.
"Hey!" McCree called out, gaining the attention of the table of soldiers, as well as most of the hall. "Ain't anyone told you it's rude to stare at a lady?"
The room began to quieten down, with only a few people muttering towards the back. Those mutters soon died down as well, as McCree continued.
"I'm getting the feeling some of you don't exactly trust Amelie. To be honest, I can't say I blame you. I was the same way at first. However, I'm setting the record straight. Amelie is not part of Talon. She's Overwatch through and through. She's the one who kept Tracer going when they were captured and she's the one who got her girlfriend back to us in one piece. They trusted her with their lives and I trust her with mine. So if any of you have a problem with her being here, I suggest you take it up with the commander. Is that clear?"
The soldiers looked around at each other, before they all nodded in agreement. Even if they wanted to, not one person voiced any arguments.
"Good. Now, go back to whatever you were doing."
The soldiers quickly did just that and the mess hall returned to normal. Widow looked around the room before turning back to McCree.
"Thank you Jesse... I understand why they're acting so cautious around me... but I just want to be accepted."
"They will, just give it time. I had the same treatment when I first arrived. Former deadlock gang member? Yeah, like people would trust me the second they saw me."
"You said you couldn't sleep." Reinhardt now said, as McCree took a drink of his coffee. "Is everything okay?"
"Oui, thank you." Widow replied. "I just have a lot on my mind."
"Anything you want to talk about?" McCree asked, Reinhardt nodding in agreement.
"Thank you for the offer but non. No offence but it's not something I want to talk to just anyone about."
"None taken." McCree said, finishing the small amount of coffee he had left. "I'm gonna go grab another drink. Either of you want anything?"
Reinhardt declined the offer, saying he was about to head out in a few minutes. Widow on the other hand asked for a coffee, informing McCree how she liked it.
When McCree retuned with her drink, Widow watched the rest of the room, observing the soldiers going about their day to day activities. Reinhardt soon departed, saying that he was going to train with Brigitte. This left McCree and Widow to watch the room.
McCree lit a cigar as the two exchanged conversation. During this, numerous people entered and left the mess hall, all leaving the two agents alone. Eventually, DVa and Lucio entered and with the rest of the hall relatively full, decided to sit down at the table.
"Hey you two." Lucio said, full of energy.
"Mornin." McCree replied, Widow nodding at the two agents as they sat down.
"Mind if I put on some music?" Lucio asked.
"Feel free. So long as it's not heavy metal. I don't think I'd survive that this early."
There was a small chuckled across the table, before Lucio began playing some of his music, keeping the volume low due to the time.
After a short while, Widow looked up towards the door and saw Emily entering alone. A few soldiers stepped aside and saluted, though Emily quickly told them that there was no need.
"Why are they saluting Emily?" Widow asked McCree, suspecting he might know.
"Well, word's spread and a lot of people know who she is. The fact she's Lena's girlfriend practically makes her an honorary agent."
As Emily walked further inside, she caught sight of Widow and walked over.
"Howdy Em." McCree said on behalf of the table, tipping his hat as he did so.
"Hey... McCree right?" Emily asked, remembering the description of him from one of Lena's stories.
"That's correct, though feel free to call me Jesse."
"How is Lena?" Widow asked, taking note of her absence.
"She's doing okay. She's currently speaking with Angela so I said I'd come here and bring us some breakfast." Emily paused for a moment, before she continued. "I am a little worried about her though..."
"How come?"
Emily looked around the table, deciding that she didn't want everyone present to know. She knew Widow understood the situation better than most and she trusted her, so she signalled her to follow her to the edge of the room.
"Lena's been having nightmares the past few days." Emily explained. "It's happened before and she usually talks to me about it. Recently though, she's not been willing to do that. It's worrying me."
"Why do you think she won't talk about them?"
"If I had to take a guess, it's because they're about me... At first I thought it was her accelerator but after thinking about it, I can see her keeping something like that to herself, so that she doesn't worry me or scare me."
Widow gave Emily a quick nod, before coming up with an idea.
"Maybe I should talk to her?" Widow suggested. "She might open up to me about it, since I was there too."
"If you're sure you don't mind then it might help." Emily paused again and Widow picked up quickly that something else was bothering her.
"What else is on your mind?"
Emily sighed. "I've been wondering if I should do something for Lena and try to take her mind off everything that's happened... I'm just not sure what."
"That sounds like a good idea." Widow said. "Maybe speak to Angela or Winston about it. They might have a better idea with what you could do."
Emily nodded. "Yeah, I'll do that. Thanks Amelie."
"Not a problem."
Emily gave Widow a quick hug, before she headed towards the kitchen, finding some food for herself and Lena. Widow meanwhile headed back to the table, sitting herself down just as Sombra entered the room. She had a few glances from a couple of soldiers as she walked over, yet nowhere near as many as Widow had.
"Hey." Sombra said, announcing her presence to the other agents on the table.
"Howdy." McCree replied, tipping his hat as Sombra sat down. DVa and Lucio looked up from their conversation and waved, before beginning to talk to themselves again. Widow meanwhile noticed Sombra had a concerned look and considered she'd found out something bad.
"What's wrong?" Widow asked softly.
"I've been looking over the files I had from Talon, as well as keeping an eye out for anything relating to them. I managed to intercept a message and I found something that's really worried me." Sombra explained, gaining the attention of McCree in the process.
"How bad we talkin?" He asked, finding a new cigar from his pocket.
"Well, I found some talk about a Talon operative called Sigma..."
"Sigma?" Widow interrupted, not expecting to hear that name. "I thought he was..."
"Taken off active duty? Yeah, he was. Seems like Talon's about to put him back into the field."
"Great." Widow sarcastically replied. "Just who we want to fight."
"Hold up. I ain't ever heard of anyone called Sigma. Who the hell is he?" McCree asked, not following the two former Talon agents.
"He's a scientist, or was a scientist." Sombra explained. "He did an experiment and it went very wrong. He ended up gaining the ability to control gravity... but he lost his mind in the process. Talon found out about him and decided to 'recruit' him."
"They manipulated him." Widow added. "Twisted him into a living weapon while using his research for their own gain."
Widow stopped, allowing Sombra to continue. "Some time ago, Talon took him off frontline duty, though I'm not exactly sure why. His files never said anything other that he was taken off active duty. Considering how unstable he can be, I just assumed something went wrong and they locked him away."
McCree thought over this for a second. "Seems there's no end to Talon's surprises. You probably should tell the commander about this. If this Sigma's as bad as you say, then he needs to know."
Sombra nodded. "Yeah, I was planning to go find him or Winston later. I wanted to grab something to eat first."
"Seems like a good idea." Widow joked, before standing to head towards the kitchen herself. "Want me to grab you something?"
"Sure. I'll have some toast, thanks."
Widow walked into the kitchen and made Sombra and herself two rounds of toast each, keeping herself out of the way of the few cooks currently making food for the other staff members. The agents were able to enter the kitchen as much as they wanted, so the cooks didn't pay Widow too much mind.
Once the toast was made, Widow headed back to the table, placing the two plates down and sitting back down. As the two began to eat, McCree decided it was time to head out, tipping his hat at the others at the table before leaving. DVa and Lucio kept to themselves afterwards, so Widow and Sombra spoke to each other, talking about various different topics.
After eating, the two left the mess hall, stepping outside into the warm sunshine. Sombra opened up her computer, checking over a few of her notes before closing it and letting out a breath.
"Guess I'll go find Morrison, or failing that Winston. See you later."
Just before Sombra walked away, Widow stopped her.
"Sombra?"
"Hmm?"
"I going to check in on Lena today but afterwards, could I speak to you... in private?"
Sombra gave Widow a welcoming smile. "Of course you can. Once you're ready, come find me."
Lena's quarters
Mercy was currently sat with Lena on the edge of her bed, finishing up their one to one session for today. It was an informal meeting, as Angela considered that it would be best. Unlike their previous sessions however, this one was much earlier.
Shortly after Lena had woken up, she'd gotten dressed into a pair of blue leggings, similar to her orange ones and a white t-shirt, leaving her jacket hung up on a coat hanger. Then she asked Athena to contact Angela, wanting to get her session out of the way early.
Thankfully, Angela didn't believe that Lena needed any extra support. There was no evidence she was suffering with any kind of depression or PTSD. Yet this didn't stop her from worrying.
"Have you got everything you needed Ang?" Lena asked, shorty after Angela finished writing on a notepad.
"This isn't about what I need Lena." Angela replied softly. "I want to make sure you're okay."
"I'm fine Ang. Don't worry."
Angela knew something was up with Lena. She was good at hiding when something was bothering her, or she believed she was, yet Angela had learned the telltale signs. However, she also knew that Lena wouldn't tell her about it right now. So, she opted to let Lena open up at her own pace. Hopefully, she'd speak to Emily or someone else about it.
"Okay Lena. I'd like to have a few more sessions with you, if that's okay?"
"Yeah, that's okay."
Angela placed a hand over Lena's and gave her a reassuring smile. Lena couldn't help but smile ever so slightly back.
"I'm okay Ang, trust me. You know what it's like... I disappear and I'm not the same person for a few days... It'll pass, don't worry."
At this point, Angela placed an arm around the Brit. "Lena, I'm saying this as your friend, not your doctor. Please, don't bottle all this up and suffer alone. Talk to someone about it. If you ever want to talk things through with me, just ask okay?"
Lena looked to the side of the room, nodding weakly before the door to the room opened and Emily stepped inside. She had two bowls with her, along with a box of cereal and a small bottle of milk.
"Oh, sorry, I thought you would be finished by now."
"Don't worry Emily, you're not interrupting. We just did." Angela said, as she stood up and headed for the door. After saying her goodbyes, she left the two alone.
Emily made both of them a bowl of cereal and sat down with Lena, passing one over to her. Lena ate quicker than Emily and finished first. After they'd eaten, Lena found herself cuddling up to Emily, resting her own head against Emily's.
A short time passed before there was a knock at the door. Lena was so lost in thought that it actually made her jump. After the initially shock passed, she stood up and opened the door, slightly surprised when she saw Widow waiting outside.
"Oh, hey Amelie. What's up?" Lena asked, making out that there was nothing the matter.
"I was wondering if I could have a word with you?"
"Um, yeah sure." Lena went to turn to Emily, yet she'd already stood and had walked over.
"I'll give you two some space." She said, giving Lena a kiss before leaving the room. As she left, Emily smiled at Widow, silently saying thank you as she passed her. Once outside, Emily decided to head towards the lab, hoping she could talk to Winston.
Meanwhile, Widow stepped inside Lena's quarters and quickly noticed that she wasn't her normal self. The first sign was that Lena's hair was left flat, instead of being its normal spiky self. The second was how Lena was acting. On the surface she appeared to still be her normal, cheerful self. However, Widow could tell this was slightly forced and that Lena was hiding the fact something was on her mind.
"So, what's up Amelie?" Lena asked, after closing the door to her room.
"Actually, I wanted to ask how you were?"
"Me? I'm doing okay thanks." Lena answered, trying her best to avoid the topic. Widow meanwhile wasn't anywhere near convinced and raised an eyebrow at the Brit.
"You are not okay Lena. I can tell something is wrong, that you're forcing yourself to act cheerful."
Lena went to say otherwise, before lowering her head and sighing. "Is it really that obvious?"
"If someone didn't know you, probably not. Otherwise, it's obvious."
Lena chuckled slightly, before sighing again. "Yeah, there's something bothering me. I just... I haven't really wanted to talk about it..."
"What about now?"
Lena remained silent for a moment, thinking over what Angela had said earlier. She was right, she'd been bottling up everything since she'd reappeared. Lena admitted that she needed to talk to someone, so maybe Widow was the right person.
"I think... I think I'm ready to talk."
Widow smiled, sitting herself down on Lena's bed, as there were a lack of chairs in the room and patted next to her. Lena slowly walked over and sat next to her, letting it another breath before she began.
"Okay... so since I came back from being a ghost, I've been having nightmares... I've had this before, after I disappeared the last two times. This time though... this time they're different..."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when I've had nightmares before, they're usually about me disappearing and being alone... this time though... it was about Emily... In this dream, Talon had turned me into a monster and I couldn't control what I was doing. It was like I was watching a video. I could scream and shout all I wanted but no one listened to me. They ordered me to kill Emily and I... I couldn't stop myself..."
Lena broke down into tears and grabbed ahold of Widow. Now it started to make sense to her why Lena wasn't talking to anyone. She was frightened of the reaction she'd get.
"You're not talking to anyone because you're worried it'll scare Emily, aren't you?"
Lena nodded and wiped away some of her tears. "Yeah... After everything that's happened and everything she went through... I didn't want her to be overwhelmed with my problems... I didn't want to appear selfish."
A few more tears escaped Lena's eyes and Widow found herself wrapping an arm around her. "Lena, you're not selfish. You're the least selfish person I've ever met. Emily's worried about you and she wouldn't be overwhelmed if you opened up to her about this. She loves you Lena and she wants to help you, wants to be there for you. Don't let this drive a wedge between you two."
"Yeah... you're right." Lena eventually said. "I need to talk to her about this. Thanks Amelie... you know, for listening. Just talking it through with someone has helped clear my mind a little."
"It's not a problem Lena." Widow said, smiling again before she went to stand up. However, she was stopped by Lena, who placed a hand on her arm.
"Before you go, mind if I'm a bit nosy?" She asked, her usual self reappearing slightly as she spoke.
"If you must be."
"Have you spoken to Sombra yet?"
"No, not yet... It didn't feel like it was the right time to do so." Widow answered, knowing what Lena really meant.
"Yeah, that's fair." Lena replied, nodding her head before she continued. "What about now?"
"I... I was thinking of talking to her later... I'm just not sure what I should say."
"Just say how you feel Amelie. Tell her that you love spending time with her and that you're attracted to her. Whatever feels right at the time."
Widow sat still for a moment, going over what she should say in her head. After a few moments, Widow had a few brief ideas and nodded her head.
"Okay. I'll do just that. Thank you Lena."
"Not a problem... and Amelie... I know I've already said this but seriously, thanks for listening. I don't really open up about things like my nightmares so easily... Not too sure why I did so quickly if I'm honest."
"Maybe it because I was with you back at Talon?" Widow suggested, considering that was something Angela would say. "That, or my irresistible charm."
Lena chuckled at the lighthearted joke. "Yeah, it could be that. Whatever the reason was, I was worried about telling anyone about it and worried about how Emily would react..."
"She means a lot to you, doesn't she?"
"I can't imagine my life without her. Even when I'm at my lowest point, she's always there, right besides me, ready to pick me back up. She completes me."
Winston's lab
While Lena and Widow were talking, Emily made her way to Winston's lab, passing by the cliff where Zenyatta, Genji and Hanzo were meditating. Genji bowed his head as he noticed her pass by and she waved back. She hadn't really spoken to any of them since she'd arrived but they seemed nice enough, though if she was honest, she still wasn't too sure about Hanzo.
When she entered the lab, she was soon greeted by Winston, after Athena informed him he had a visitor. The gorilla walked down from the upper levels and smiled when he saw Emily.
"Hello Emily, how are you?"
"I'm alright thanks. Do you have a minute to talk?"
"Of course."
Emily stepped further inside, stopping next to the holographic table and leaning against it. The picture on the table deactivated shortly afterwards, just as Winston walked over next to Emily.
"Angela kept me informed how you and Lena were doing. She said you appear to be taking everything okay, all things considered."
"If I'm honest, Talon didn't really treat me that bad, minus the initial torture they did to me... After Lena and Amelie agreed to work with them, Talon didn't do anything to hurt me. After all the stories Lena told me, seeing them act like that... it made it more scary. I didn't buy the nice guy act for one second. I knew they'd kill me without a second thought if they wanted to."
"That's what they do. They manipulate people any way they can..." Winston paused, taking off his glasses and cleaning them before placing them back on. "I guess this wasn't the reason you came to talk to me?"
"It's about Lena."
"Is everything okay between you two? I can understand if this has..."
"No, god no, nothing like that." Emily said, realising what Winston meant. "I'm just worried about her. I haven't seen her like this since... since the last time she disappeared. Angela said she wasn't suffering from anything serious so that's something at least. I just don't like seeing her like this. So, I want thinking about doing something to help cheer her up and take her mind off everything that's happened."
"That sounds like a good idea." Winston said, understanding what Emily was thinking. "Have any ideas."
"Well, I thought about it and I have one... but it may sound a little cheesy... When me and Lena first started dating, we went to a nightclub in London. It played a lot of older music, from the 80s and the 90s..."
"So, you want to recreate that here and remind Lena of that date?"
"Yeah. Like I said, it probably sounds kinda cheesy..."
"No it doesn't. It actually sounds like a good idea. I'm just not too sure where you could do it."
"Could I make a suggestion?" Athena asked, her logo appearing on the holographic table as she entered the conversation.
"Sure. Have any ideas?" Emily asked, suspecting the AI had a solution.
"There is a recreational lounge for the agents not currently in use. It has soundproofing and should be large enough for your purpose."
As Athena spoke, an image of the room appear on the table, as well as a blueprint of the base, with the room itself highlighted to mark its location.
"That would work." Emily said, as she looked over the images on the table. The room was perfect for what she needed. Now all she needed was the music. Fortunately, Overwatch had their own resident DJ. "Any chance you could tell Lucio I need to speak to him?"
"Certainly." Athena answered. "I will ask him to make his way here for you."
While they waited, Emily asked Winston for a notepad, which he found with little difficulty and she began writing down a list. After a few minutes, Lucio strolled into the lab, taking off his headphones as he did so.
"Hey Emily." Lucio said. Walking over to Emily and Winston. "Athena said you wanted to speak to me. What's up?"
"Hey Lucio. I was wondering if I could ask a favour?"
"Sure. What you need?"
"Well, I wanted to do something for Lena, help take her mind off everything. I thought of recreating one of our earlier dates where we went to a nightclub, so I need a DJ..."
"Say no more, I'll be happy to help." Lucio answered, not needing to hear anymore. "What sort of music are you after."
"Well, the club played a lot of stuff from the 80s and 90s."
"Old school, I like it. Anything in particular you want."
"Actually, there were a couple of songs I'd like." Emily said, passing over the notepad to Lucio. He read over the list, seeing what tracks Emily wanted. Not everything was from the 80s or 90s, with a couple of tracks being a few years earlier, yet this wouldn't be a problem.
"Yeah, I can get these for you. Give me a couple hours to get everything ready music wise and I'm good to go."
"That's great. Thanks Lucio."
The three talked for a short while longer, working out the details for the mock nightclub. Eventually, Winston said that he'd set everything up, with Lucio's help of course. Emily went to object and say that she would help, yet Winston convinced her otherwise.
"Don't worry Emily, we'll sort it."
"Are you sure. I feel a little guilty making you do all the work when it was my idea."
"Seriously, I don't mind." Winston reassured. "I could do with a break from my work anyway. Go and spend some time with Lena. I think she needs you right now."
Emily gave in, realising she wouldn't win and thanked Winston, hugging him before heading back towards Lena's quarters. When she arrived, the door was still closed, so she gently knocked.
"Come in."
Emily gently opened the door, being greeted with a smiling Lena.
"Hey luv."
"Hey. You seem a bit more cheerful." Emily said, as she closed the door behind her. "Feeling a bit better?"
"Yeah, I am thanks. Amelie and I had a good talk and she said a couple things I needed to hear... Em, I'm ready to talk."
At this point, Emily had walked over and sat down next to Lena. "You mean about your nightmares?"
Lena nodded.
"Are you sure? You don't have to feel obligated to do so."
"I'm sure. I think you need to know."
With that, Lena and Emily moved so that they were sitting facing each other before Lena began. She made sure not to miss any details, telling Emily everything about her dreams, along with why she was reluctant to tell anyone. Emily didn't interrupt once, letting Lena say everything she needed to in her own time. Once she finished, Lena leaned forward and hugged Emily tightly.
"I'm sorry Em... I'm sorry it took so long for me to open up."
"It's okay Lena. Thank you for telling me."
"You're not mad?"
"How could I be? You were worried about me and didn't want to hurt me. I'll never be mad at you for that."
The two hugged for a short while longer, before they leaned back, looking into each others eyes.
"I love you Lena. Remember that whatever happens, that will never change. Don't worry about the nightmares. They'll pass and they will not come true."
"I know... I love you too Em."
The two leaned in and kissed, their lips parting only when they needed air. They kept their heads pressed together, their eyes locked with each other. Eventually, Emily was the one who spoke up.
"How about we go out and get something for lunch?"
Lena smiled. "Yeah. I'd love to. Just, give me a minute."
The two stood up and Lena grabbed her jacket, putting it on. She then blinked into the bathroom, finding some hair gel and spiking up her hair. She blinked out shortly after a minute, stopping right in front of Emily.
"Okay, I'm ready."
Emily couldn't help but laugh. "Never change Lena."
"Not planning on it. Athena, could you tell Winston that we're heading out for a bit? Just in case someone wants us."
"Of course Lena. Have a good time."
"Thanks."
Lena opened the door for Emily, kissing her cheek as she passed her. Once she closed the door, Lena wrapped an arm around Emily and the two headed off towards the town, intending to spend some time together away from the base.
Sombra's quarters- One hour later
Sombra entered her room and beelined to her bed, laying herself down and letting out a deep breath. She'd just finished speaking with Morrison and Ana about Sigma, though Ana seemed to be the one who'd listened more. She understood why though. Morrison was focused on the UN and the upcoming decision regarding the Petras Act. Even Sombra was keeping an eye on it, knowing how important it was. However, she couldn't help but think there was something else that had put Morrison on edge.
As she lay staring up at the ceiling, Sombra wondered how many more threats Talon had hidden away. Sigma was just one of a number of tricks Talon had and even she didn't know how many more cards Talon held.
On top of that there was Reaper. Sombra didn't know where she stood with him anymore, especially since the last time they met, he held a gun at her head. She was struggling to find any information about his whereabouts, yet she half expected this. Reyes wasn't exactly going to let himself be found. He was too smart to do that. Instead, he'd stay in the shadows and buy his time. Then, once he'd built up his strength, he would strike. She just worried about how he'd do this. A rogue Reaper with no allegiance to anyone was a very dangerous man.
Eventually, Sombra was brought out of her thoughts and back into the real world, as someone lightly knocked on her door. She stood herself up and walked over to the door. When she opened it, she was glad to see Widow on the other side.
"Hey Amelie."
"Bonjour. Do you have a moment?"
"Sure, come in."
Widow stepped inside and Sombra closed the door.
"Do you want to sit down?" Sombra asked, motioning over to a small table along with two chairs.
"Oui, thank you."
Once the two had sat down, Sombra spoke up again.
"So, what did you want to talk about?"
Widow struggled to answer at first. She'd walked into the room believing she had an idea what to say but now she was sat in front of Sombra, all her ideas seemed to vanish.
"I... it's difficult to explain." She eventually managed to say, avoiding eye contact with the hacker as best as possible. In response, Sombra took one of Widow's hands and held it.
"Hey, whatever it is you can tell me. That's what I'm here for."
Widow took a deep breath. "Okay... I wanted to talk to you about... about how I feel... Recently I've developed certain... feelings towards someone..."
"Okay, what sort of feelings?"
Widow struggled once again, before she finally answered. "Romantic feelings."
Sombra nodded. "Okay. I'm guessing you're struggling to work out how to tell this person about these feelings."
Widow nodded. "Oui. It's not that I can't it's just... it's just..."
Moments later, Widow stood up and moved a few steps away from the table.
"Pour l'amour de Dieu. Pourquoi est-ce si difficile?" Widow took another breath, as Sombra stood and placed a reassuring hand on her arm. "I've... I've not been in any sort of relationship for years, or had any sort of feelings romantically..."
"That doesn't matter Amelie. Feelings aren't black and white they're... complicated..."
Widow hesitated once again, before she slowly turned around to face Sombra. However, she was still unable to speak. That was, until Sombra placed a hand on the left side of her face.
"I know, Amelie..."
Those three words told Widow all she needed to know.
Sombra knew how she felt.
"Olivia, you have helped me through so much. You helped me escape Talon and helped me move on with my life... I couldn't ask for a better friend but I can't deny it or keep it a secret anymore... The truth is that you make me feel alive Olivia... More alive than I've felt for years now."
Widow looked away from the hacker, believing she knew where this was heading.
"I know this will be a surprise and I wouldn't blame you if..."
Widow was silenced by a finger that was placed on her lips. She gently moved her head back to face Sombra and then there was a few seconds of silence, which Widow thought could have been hours. Finally, after an agonising wait, Sombra spoke.
"Just shut up and kiss me."
Slowly, the two leaned in and closed their eyes, before their lips met in a tender kiss. Widow raised a hand to cup Sombra's cheek as the kiss was followed by another, then another before the two broke apart. The two just stood, looking at one another before they both smiled.
"So... What now?" Widow asked, not sure what to do next.
Sombra thought for a second. "Remember when you asked me out for a drink? Are you still up for that?"
"I'd love to."
"Great. How about tomorrow evening? We can wear those dresses we bought and just have an evening to ourselves." Sombra suggested.
Widow smiled again. "Sounds perfect."
They leaned in and kissed again, separating a few moments later. Since neither had anything else planned, they decided to just stay where they were, sitting themselves down on Sombra's bed and cuddling while they watched a film she'd downloaded onto her computer. When they were about half way through, Athena suddenly spoke up.
"Sorry for the interruption but I wished to inform you of a disco night being held for the agents later today. I was wondering if you'd be interested in attending?"
The two women looked at each other, wondering what the other was thinking.
"Sounds like fun." Sombra said. "We haven't really let our hair down for a while now, so it'll be a good chance to do so."
Widow nodded in agreement, considering that the disco night was something to do with Emily. "Yeah, we'll be there."
"Excellent." Athena replied. "I will inform you when everything is ready, though please do not inform Tracer about this if you see her. It is intended to be a surprise for her."