In the weeks that followed Junkrat was forced to endure Symmetra's presence on a far too regular a basis. While he supposed he could return to avoiding her the thought of upsetting her was somehow unbearable, and he could not bring himself to do it. Besides... if he was entirely honest with himself, he kind of liked seeing more of her. That was the problem...
With practice, though, a little of his nerves dissipated, and he found he could steer his thoughts in a more gentlemanly manner if he tried hard enough. Which wasn't to say there hadn't been a few incidents where he'd had to excuse himself rather than explain the sudden tightness of his shorts, but all in all Junkrat was pleased to discover that the constant distraction of her hadn't, say, caused him to spontaneously combust out of sheer horniness.
She had seemed quite pleased to discover his knowledge spanned beyond the basic comprehension of what chemicals went bang, and it was common place for her to talk with him about her own work, or new theories she had heard of, or to fill him in when she uncovered a gap in his understanding. She even recommended him books. Junkrat didn't know what was more ridiculous, the fact that she did so, or the fact that he actually read them.
It was slow going, but he made time to muscle through a few pages when he remembered, cos the thought of pleasing her with his newfound knowledge was stupidly enticing. Not quite as enticing as the possibility of what lay beneath that lovely blue dress mind, but, well... he had plenty of opportunity to ponder that alone in his bed every evening.
The trouble was... the trouble was she was being so damn nice to him. That didn't help him remind himself how hopeless this was. If anything, it just confused him.
As always, she lingered in his thoughts, impossible to erase. Not even missions proved any escape, for as much as he loved the chance to revel in the fire and mayhem he unleashed, there was always time between each fight to contemplate her... where she might be, what she might be doing...
Fuck it was frustrating.
And the latest mission... the latest mission proved more of a disaster than usual. It started with the fact that Symmetra would be there too. Then somehow he'd ended up assigned to the same post as her. And to top it all off, there had been a strong breeze, which caused the ends of her dress to flutter up, and Junkrat was very much distracted by that particular sight.
Caught between the desire to stare, and the equal desire not to be caught at it, he barely remembered what it was they were supposed to be doing.
It was a bloody good thing he was used to reacting instinctively, cos otherwise it probably would have cost both of them their lives.
The precise order of events was still something of a mystery to him. He remembered Talon showed up. He remembered shooting at least two of them. He remembered grabbing Symmetra around the waist and flinging his jump mine down as he squeezed the detonator to his other bomb. The rest was a blur.
Whatever the case, the end result was that he found himself lying on the ground while the building they had been in smoked profusely, and he felt a pang of disappointment that he had not been able to see the explosion properly because he'd rigged the thing himself and it would have been spectacular...
The second thing he became aware of was that Symmetra was in his lap and his right arm was still around her waist, her hair tickling at his cheek. That was an immediately sobering thought.
He sat up sharply, ignoring a wave of dizziness. "Fuck, sorry, are ya-fuck!"
At which point be became aware of a third fact, which was that his left arm appeared to be broken. While he cursed to himself Symmetra seemed to shake off her shock, blinking up at him as she drew reality into focus. Her expression immediately turned to one of concern.
"You're hurt," she said, reaching out seemly without thinking, and her fingers touched his chest, then strayed to his shoulder, and the upper part of his arm, and she was still bloody well sitting in his lap and shit, he was actually kind of glad his arm was broken because the pain was a distraction he could really use right now...
"Uh... yeah, just the ah- just the arm, must'a landed on it funny of sumthin', it ain't too bad."
"Are you sure? It looks as if it might be broken," she informed him, shifting closer to examine it and he did not need her shifting in his lap right now...
"Yep, it's broken alright, nothin' I ain't had before though, I mean... ha, at least it's still attached, right?" he said with a laugh, teeth locked tight in a mix between a grimace and a desperate smile.
Symmetra pursed her lips. "We should get you to Mercy," she decided, and Junkrat had to agree.
The weight of her was blissfully removed from his lap as she climbed off of him, getting to her feet and helping him to stand. She paused, for a moment, to regard the smoking wreck that his bombs had left behind. "I do not think they will be troubling us again."
Junkrat cackled. "Got that right."
The other thing he was sure of was that he'd probably be thinking about Symmetra in his lap for the next several days. He should be pissed. He should be pissed because that wasn't helpful, but honestly... he couldn't help but feel that a broken arm wasn't too high a price to pay for the experience. When else would he get the opportunity to be so close to her?
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