Chapter 2: What's The Story Morning Glory

Summary

Sombra wakes up with a killer hangover and a slight haze concerning the memories of last night.

Beams of sunlight slipped past the blinds of a musty hotel room finding their mark on Sombra's face slowly rousing her from her deep sleep, as she opened her eyes her head pounded. The light rays felt like knives stabbing into her head and probing their way to her brain. She slowly sat up, which would be an action she would come to regret, her stomach churned and the room began to spin. Out of the corner of her eye she could make out the bathroom her only salvation. She stood up and her stomach lurched, she quickly stumbled into the bathroom falling to her knees barely making it to the toilet before last night's drinks came back to haunt her. When she seemed to cease her release she gently laid her head on the side of the porcelain bowl, quietly thanking it for how cold it was. Her eyes darted to the door, there was a man standing in the doorway, how long had he been there and what had he seen? as her vision cleared she realized it was Jesse, smiling with arms crossed leaning against the door frame.

"What's the story morning glory?"he chirped seemingly smug.

"Chingas tu" she grumbled.

"Woah now, I would never take advantage of a lady like that, I just wanted to make sure you was alright is all."

"Well I don't know about you, but I feel like shit."

Just then her stomach jumped again causing her to resume the expulsion of poison from her system. Jesse grimaced, it really did pain him to see such a beautiful girl in such an embarrassing position. He walked out of her view, and was gone for only a few moments before returning with a glass of water and a hand full of painkillers and vitamins.

"Here, Feliz Navidad, these should have ya feelin like normal in a jiffy."

"Oh, you shouldn't have." Her reply dripped with sarcasm.

She quickly downed the pain killers and vitamins, they were the chewy kind which for some reason seemed to bring her more comfort. As Sombra regained her senses she became more aware of her surroundings, including the dingy motel that she was in. The room had probably seen better days, there was water damage on the ceiling, a lamp on the bed side night stand with its shade tilted off center. Long cracks ran along the western wall from ceiling to floor.

"Maybe you should take a shower, might help you get the feeling of sick off ya" said Jesse pulling a concerned smile.

"No, no I think I'm fine" she replied exhausted trying to wave him off.

"You sure? You look like you've been wrestling with roadkill?"

"Really?" she replied surprised.

"I don't mean to be rude but, you look like ten miles of bad road."

"Okay, Okay I get it" She closed her eyes trying to clear her mind from any thoughts that may upset her stomach any further. She stood up slowly and turned to look over her shoulder.

"Can you, y'know give me some privacy."

"Sure thing."

Jesse walked out and took a seat on one of the beds in his dingy motel room, pondering his next move for what seemed like forever. He didn't know if staying would be a good idea, he had always been alone, a drifter moving from place to place, a vigilante whenever justice was needed in this world. Trying to connect with someone only ended up with them getting hurt, his mind drifted to Overwatch's downfall, and he felt a twinge of pain deep within him and his stomach churned.

Maybe I should just bug out of here, don't know if I wanna get caught up in someth-

"Hey, Thanks for the help, and all." Sombra stood in the open doorframe with a towel hanging around her neck. McCree was surprised being interrupted in the middle of his thought, but he quickly collected himself before she noticed anything was off.

"No big deal, you were saying something about not having any place to go so I improvised."

"I guess I owe you one cowboy." she smirked.

"No, you don't owe me nothin, it's just something that had to be done, happy to be of service. And by the way it's not cowboy its Gunslinger. Now if you'll excuse me."

He stood up and headed towards the door; Only for Sombra to run up and block the door with her body, she looked down and noticed Jesse's prosthetic arm, her face was clearly stricken with awe and McCree responded to help put her at ease.

"I lost it a long time ago, aint nothing to worry about, it don't hurt a lick." He smiled to help assure her everything was fine.

"No, now I definitely owe you, I can't just expect a crippled man to take care of me and not give him anything in return. How about lunch?"

McCree frowned a little at the notion of being called a cripple but ultimately decided she didn't mean any harm by saying it, he pondered a little looking up to the ceiling as if asking some deity for some help with his decision, before finally looking back down to her and asking inquisitively.

"Tacos?"

"Its not Tuesday" she replied chuckling.

"Who cares, everyday can be Taco Tuesday" Jesse replied smiling with a big grin before opening the door and giving Sombra a candid "after you" gesture.

Maybe getting caught up in something for a little while aint such a bad thing.

. . . . . .

The sun was high in the sky, as the two friends meandered through the downtown market. They finally decided to stop at a bright yellow taco truck. Jesse patted the side of the van

"Taco's from a bus, best food for a hangover!" he smiled content with himself

"Or you could've had something good, but whatever its me whose treating you." She remarked smirking.

They both ordered their food and proceeded to a plaza away from the market to sit down and enjoy their meal.

"So, you really aint got nothing exiting in your life?" Jesse broke the silence of their meal.

Sombra bit her lip, the thoughts in her head swirled conflicted.

I just met him, but yet he still helped me out. I don't have to tell him about everything, about…Talon. Maybe if I told him about Los Muertos, he might be satisfied.

"Well no, I sort of lied, I was actually in a gang once. I didn't say anything at first because I didn't think being an ex-gang member is a great icebreaker." she admitted.

"No shit, I was in a gang back when I was young too, but look none of that matters now. The scars from the past built us but they don't define us." He replied.

Sombra was surprised to find he used to be in a gang, but knowing that someone shared a shady past just like hers made her feel some sort of assurance. But it wasn't something she was ready to openly dwell on especially with someone she barely knew. as their meal came to end Jesse had a burning question on his mind regarding a possible arrangement for the holidays.

"Thank you for the meal, and listen if you aint got anywhere to go you could always tag along with me, I got a ranch house a bit north of here, and there's always a spare bed there and no shortage of adventures, if you're not yellow bellied that is."

"I'm no coward" she replied with a firm tone.

"You sure you wanna run away with a stranger?" he asked.

"I'm not running." She replied again reaffirming herself.

"Well looks like we've got a plan" he replied happily.

They made their way slowly back to the motel, Jesse checked them out and returned to Sombra who was waiting outside, leaning up against the wall of the building with her arms crossed.

"Well I hope we're not walking." She spoke calmly

"Of course not, I got set of wheels." He smiled and pointed to his car sitting in the lot, a black 1967 Ford Mustang with white racing stripes. It was Jesse's pride and joy, his baby.

"What's with that old hunk of junk" she replied unimpressed.

Jesse's jaw nearly hit the floor "Hunk o' Junk? I'll let you know missy that right there is a classic American muscle car, I restored it myself back in the day and I've been keeping it running strong since. This car is a part of me as much as my heart or lungs"

"Eh, it's just a car" she replied

Jesse knew she probably wouldn't be able to grasp the concept of his connection with his car he just hung his head in disappointment.

"C'mon let's just go" he said, his pride defeated.

"If you say so." She smiled happily

The leather seats of his mustang had baked in the afternoon sun for a few hours which made them almost unbearable to sit on, and one would only dare to ask Sombra about the effectiveness of metal seat belts in the searing heat.

"Hey, can I play some music; it's been while since I've listened to a good beat." Sombra asked Jesse smiling hoping he would grant her request

"Driver picks the music, Shotgun shuts their cake hole." he replied coolly.

"No fair." she frowned and crossed her arms. "you're not gonna play any of that country crap are you." She asked

"Nope, even better." he replied

Jesse slid a cassette tape into the deck and cranked the volume up as the starting rift for "Bon Jovi's Dead or Alive" started playing

"What is this?" she asked quizzically

"You mean to tell me you've never heard of Bon Jovi."

She shook her head no

Jesse rested his head against the steering wheel

"God, help you." he whispered

The two drove down the highway with the windows down, Jesse felt at peace a good road, good company, and good tunes.

"Feels like we're in a movie driving off into the sunset." he said heartily.

"Its 2pm." she replied impartially.

"Yepp." He smiled misty eyed.

End of Chapter 2

So, I hope ya'll enjoyed this chapter I have a lot planned for these characters in the next chapter so stay tuned for an exciting third chapter that will probably be my longest chapter yet, and thank you all so much for stopping bye and reading it means a lot~ Moby