Summary:

Hana arrives, but brings trouble that she didn't know was following her.

Two days had passed since talking with Hana. Angela had told Fareeha what was going on, the pilot excited and happy for her girlfriend. Angela sighed to herself as she sat on the step of the house, a cup of coffee in hand as she watched leaves fall from the trees. She set the cup down on the ground, pulling her phone out and looking at the date.

November 7, 2078

"Huh. It's been over a year since the experiment. I didn't realize that." Tucking her phone back in her pocket, Angela leaned back and smiled softly. "Winds are picking up. Could storm tonight. That'd be nice. Nothing better then being curled up with Fareeha on the couch as a storm moves past. Garden could use some rain." Her thoughts were broken as a cab pulled up, slowing to a stop outside of the garden gate. Angela got up, watching as a figure got out of the cab.

Hana stepped out and grabbed her bag, slinging it onto her shoulder. She watched the cab drive away, and she turned to face Angela on the step. She smiled a bit, waving as she walked through the gate. "Hi, Angie," she said, setting her bag down as she got closer.

"Hello, sweetheart," Angela said, taking Hana in her arms and hugging her tightly. "Hello…"

Hana clung to Angela, her hands clenching in the blonde's shirt as tears fell down her cheeks. "You didn't have to leave…" she whispered.

Angela kissed Hana's head softly, rubbing her back. "We'll talk about that inside, love," she whispered. She stepped back and grabbed her cup, picking up Hana's bag. "Come on inside. Fareeha's at work, but she'll be home later."

Hana nodded, walking in behind Angela. She looked around, smiling a bit. "It's a nice place, Angie," she said. She saw a couple of pictures on the wall, and she felt like she was intruding. "What's Fareeha do?"

"Oh, she works for the Vancouver branch of Helix Security," Angela said with a smile. "Wears her Raptora Suit and flies to work and back. Basically just flies around the campus all day, occasionally helping with situations inside. She loves it." She walked into the kitchen, setting her cup down.

Hana sighed softly, setting her bag down before she sat at the table. "Are you disappointed in me?" she asked. "Because you said you found my stream, and…"

"No, love. I can never be disappointed in you," Angela said, walking over and putting her hand on Hana's cheek. "I'm disappointed in myself. The fact that, yes, I left you girls like I did. With only a fleeting explanation to Amélie, I didn't really explain anything other then "Fareeha asked me to come out, so I said yes." And I packed up and left. You girls didn't deserve that out of me. Least of all you, Hana."

"I felt like you abandoned me," Hana whispered, tears in her eyes as she looked up at Angela. "You were…you were my first ever, and…and then you started bringing all the others home and I felt…"

Angela felt like she'd been slapped as she listened to Hana. She could feel the girl's broken heart, and she made a choice. She wiped Hana's eyes before she cupped the younger girl's face. "I can make it up to you," she said. "When I told Fareeha that you were coming, she said "Have fun" and said I could do what I wanted." She leaned in and kissed Hana, feeling the younger girl melt against her. "Can I make it up to you, Liebling?"

Hana nodded, standing up and giggling when Angela picked her up. She wrapped her arms around Angela's neck, kissing her again and smiling. "Yes, please."

Angela smiled, carrying Hana upstairs and nudging the door shut. "I think the real thing would be better than that horse cock dildo you used the other night," she said, smirking as she tossed Hana onto the bed. She quickly threw her shirt and bra off, Hana ripping her shirt off and tossing it away. "Mmm…I missed your little tits, darling."

Hana smiled, wrapping her arms around Angela's neck and dragging her down, kissing her before she started to fondle the older woman's tits, pinching her nipples. "And I missed yours," she said. She spread her legs and ground her crotch against Angela's cock, feeling the shaft hardening in Angela's pants.

They wouldn't get any further as the bedroom door was kicked in. Angela jumped off of the bed, Hana diving for her bag and pulling her gun out. Angela grabbed her own pistol from inside her nightstand, turning to face the intruder.

"You think…you can poison me and then run!?" Moira's voice yelled as dust settled from the destroyed door. "It's time to pay, Ziegler!"

Angela slammed her elbow onto a button on the wall, firing at Moira and hitting her in the shoulder. "Get out of my house!" She dove and avoided a shot from Moira's harness, growling as she snagged her shirt and yanked it back on. "Hana!"

"Got it!" Hana yelled as she rushed Moira, firing before she slammed into the older woman, knocking her through the window and into the garden below. She kicked her shirt up and pulled it on, looking down and seeing Moira detangling herself from the bushes. "Sorry about the roses, Angie."

"It's ok," Angela said, grabbing her phone and rushing downstairs. "We have to stop her. Fareeha set up a security system in the house, and that button I hit? Sent a signal straight to her." She ran out of the door and into the street, seeing Moira hopping the fence. "Moira!"

The Irish scientist turned, narrowing her eyes. "I am going to kill you!" she growled. "You ruined everything. You break into my lab, you rape me, you break my mind with that thing of yours, and you turn me into a fucking plaything for your little whore harem! I am going to make you fucking suffer, Angela. And when I'm done, you will be begging me for death!"

Angela rolled her eyes. "Moira, if you could kill me, you'd have done it years ago in Overwatch," she said, aiming her gun. "Now. Shut down the pack, take it off, and you're going to jail for breaking an entering and attempted murder."

"Never!" Moira yelled, rushing forward as her pack glowed and churned, forcing black energy into her hands. She dodged Angela and Hana's shots, ramming her hand into Angela's shoulder and throwing her to the ground. "Suffer and die!"

Hana growled and leapt at Moira, tackling her and firing at the same time. One shot hit the pack, causing it to start to spark. She flipped up and ran over to Angela, ripping part of her shirt and stopping the bleeding. "You ok?"

"Been better," Angela said with a small smile as she stood up. She heard the sound of a jetpack, and she looked up to see Fareeha drop down and land, her launcher in hand as a rocket knocked Moira backward. "Hello, love."

"Darling," Fareeha said, standing up and aiming her launcher. "Moira. Stand down."

"Never," Moira growled. She rushed forward, but a shot from behind took her leg out, dropping her back to the ground.

The sound of a grapple filled the air, Amélie swinging down and landing beside the other three women. "Hello, Cherie."

"Amélie," Angela said with a smile. "What are you doing here?"

"I got word from an old friend that Moira was on the move. We've been tracking her since she left a month after you did. Courtesy of Sombra, by the way," Amélie said, smiling as she aimed her rifle. "I knew she'd come for you, and when Hana left, I had a hunch. I called in a few favors and got here just an hour after Hana did."

"Ok so I'm slightly concerned that I was almost bait," Hana said, her gun in hand as she aimed at Moira.

"Sorry, darling," the blue-skinned sniper said. "You're outgunned, Moira. Time to stop."

"Never," Moira snarled. She started charging her pack, not knowing it was sparking. She pushed her hands together and threw them forward, a black orb sailing for the four other women.

Angela stepped back before taking off and diving to the side, firing and hitting Moira's stomach, knocking her back. "I hate using my gun. I would much rather use my staff and keep us all healed."

"Can't do that if you don't wanna go to jail!" Hana said. She looked at Moira, seeing the pack starting to leak. "Amélie. Her pack. Can you get a good shot?"

"I can try," Amélie said, kneeling down and scoping in. "Fareeha, would you be a dear and distract her?"

"With pleasure," Fareeha said, rushing forward before boosting, flipping over Moira and getting her attention. "What's wrong, your big plan fall through? Sorry, Moira. But you had your chance to surrender. Now it's game over."

Moira growled, flicking her hands and trying to drain Fareeha. She looked down as a spark hit her hand, and she glanced over her shoulder. "No!"

"Au revoir, Moira," Amélie said, taking her shot and hitting the pack, sending Moira to the ground as the pack combust, its inky black interior covering Moira and making her scream. She stood up and lowered her rifle, the scope compressing as the barrel shrank.

Sirens filled the air, a police car and ambulance pulling up and stopping. "Hands up!" the officers said.

"Sir. My name is Fareeha Amari. I work for Helix Security. The burning woman on the ground is Dr. Moira O'Deorain, former member of Talon. She had a grudge against my girlfriend, Angela Ziegler. Hana Song and Amélie LeCroix are here visiting while I was working, and Moira broke in," Fareeha said, strapping her launcher to her back.

"I was upstairs with Angela, taking a tour of the house and Amélie hadn't gotten here yet. Moira found us and tried to kill Angie, and I tackled Moira out of the window," Hana said. "We followed outside and she kept going, so we defended ourselves. That's when Fareeha and Amélie showed up."

"And Moira just wouldn't stop. She wanted me dead for something that happened last December. I'm sure you've all heard about my story and what I've done," Angela said, lowering her gun. "They were helping defend against a woman that wanted me dead for a mistake."

The cop sighed, watching as the ambulance crew put the fire out on Moira. "Status?'

"She's dead," the medic Omnic said. "What killed her?"

"Her pack. She had stabbed Angela and I tackled her, not realizing I got a shot off into the pack. Fareeha distracted her and Amélie shot the pack, causing it to combust," Hana said. "It was some disgusting black liquid in it. The moment it touched the air, BOOM!"

After taking the women's statements, Angela getting checked out on the ambulance for the punctured shoulder and doing her best not to criticize, and Fareeha calling Helix and taking the rest of the day, the four women were sitting around the dining room table, coffee in hand.

"So…now what?" Angela asked. "Hana, you must know that I'm not going back to Zürich."

"Oh, I know. I've given up on that," Hana said with a smile. "Right now, I'm just happy to spend time with you again. Even if that did get messed up."

"I was curious about that," Fareeha said with a smirk.

"We were in the bedroom," Angela said, looking at Fareeha. "Trying to have fun. And then Moira kicked in the door."

"Ah, damn it," Fareeha sighed. "So, I need to replace a door and a window. Got it."

"I'll pay for the window. I broke it throwing her out," Hana said.

Amélie smiled softly. "I'm like Hana. I'm just happy and content to sit here and talk for a while."

"Me too," Angela said with a smile. "We'll order out, watch some movies in the dark. Just…have a quiet and fun night." She shrugged and looked at the other three. "Sound like fun?"

"Works for me!" Hana said with a grin as she hopped up.

Amélie nodded and smiled, holding her cup up. "Oui. I would be very welcoming to that idea."

"Same," Fareeha said, leaning over and kissing Angela's cheek. "Long as you're happy, love."

"I am right now. And that's what matters, darling."