*Mediterranean Sea: Overwatch Shuttle*

A slight bump woke Quillion up with a start.

There is a slight vibrating around him and a steady hum of an engine. Keeping his eyes closed he racked his brain to recollect what has happened before he fainted.

There was a drug den where he fought with a magical soldier, he took out 5 Bastions and passed out from the fumes.

"What kind of a stupid dream was that?" he thought to himself before he heard a familiar voice near him.

"Angela? Lena here, I've got someone who has been knocked out for over a day now, what should I do?" her voice is calm but concerned. Guess it wasn't a dream.

He heard a woman reply from the other side of the phone and Tracer groaned in frustration "Really? I mean it'll be a grand shame if he kicks the bucket now ya know? He did just wake up from being an ice cube".

The voice continued saying something before Tracer finally said "Yeah yeah, I know, don't worry about me, thanks luv" before he heard her tossing the phone to the side.

"Uuuggghhhh" she groaned out and felt her looking at him "Common now luv, if you go now how could I ever thank you?"

"Water will be a good start" he croaked out after realizing he is rather thirsty.

He heard her jump in shock before he heard water spilling onto the floor.

"Oh bollocks!" he heard her before she fill the second cup, which she accidentally spill all over his face as she slipped on the water she just spilled.

"Whoops!" she said "I swear I'm not this clumsy, guess I'm still staggered from the last scuffle eh?"

"No worries…" he said truthfully, now opening his eyes, seeing her for the first time. She has changed out of her combat gear and is wearing only a grey shirt and brown pants.

"Well aren't you a sight for sore eyes" he blurted out without thinking, cursing at himself for saying it. Seeing her in casual clothing made him forget that they are still in a military operation. As soldiers there should not be any attempts for attachments or flirting between soldiers.

But she just smiled sweetly and said "Why thank you, you don't look too bad yourself"

"Yeah right" he thought. He looks at his surroundings and found that he is in some sort of medical bay. He saw he has been connected to some machines that showed a steady beeping of what he guesses is his heart rate. He also noticed that someone changed his attire, he is now wearing a shirt and pants.

"How did we get here?" he asked as he tried to look around but was forced to do it slowly as he still feels the effects of his vertigo.

"Well, there was a fire and I saw you have passed out, but my team got to us just in time"

"Are we on some kind of shuttle?" he asked.

She did not reply, instead she pushed the straw into his mouth, allowing him to take a long cooling drink. He made efforts to sit up but Tracer placed a hand on his shoulder and force him back down.

"Just rest, we can talk more later" she said

"Okay… Just two more questions, since it has been a day since we were in the mall, so one: where are we and what is our destination, and two: where is my gear?"

Her eyes open wide in surprise, "He is very alert for a normal guy, he heard my call?" she thought.

"That's three questions, but yes we are in my shuttle, on the way to our base, we should be there in another day or so" she replied cheerfully, pouring Quillion another cup, "You're gonna love it there, hot food, hot showers, but most importantly, everyone is there to make the world a better place and…"

He waited for her to finish the sentence and saw her frozen in place, her eyes staring towards nothing. He knows that look, all soldiers have it, the Stare.

A moment passed before Tracer recovered and place the cup next to him, wearing a forced smile "Well it is a good place to be, your gear is under the bed".

He cleared his throat "Err… Tracer… If you need someone to talk to, soldier to soldier, I'll be here". Her mood darkened, anger and frustration replace the happy features.

"What do you mean by that" she snapped at him.

"I… I mean if… You need someone to talk to…" he stuttered.

"No I don't! God! Why everyone needs me to talk?!" she shouted and stormed off the room.

"Stupid" he muttered to himself "Very smooth man… You finally found a potential friend and you pissed her off"

He looked under the bed slowly and saw his backpack with his clothes folded next it.

"Well, not going to stay here and wait" he thought to himself as he reached for them.

*Gibraltar: Watchpoint*

"Winston?" voiced a soothing female voice. Winston grunted and continued snoring, his hand still holding a banana and a peanut butter jar in his mouth. "Winston!" the voice continued.

"Nonoweettheela…" he muffled, changing his position to find that cozy spot. He was just about to drift back to his sleep when suddenly the voice cried "Winston! It's Reaper!"

Immediately, Winston rolled backwards and grab his Tesla Cannon, priming it for battle as his eyes darts across the room, looking for the black mercenary.

But his room is empty. No Reaper, no danger, nothing.

"I apologize Winston, but you instructed me to do anything to wake you up if Lena calls back" said Athena, flashing Tracer's call on her screen.

Winston's annoyance at Athena's methods vanished, jumping towards the computer he pressed the "Y". Lena face appeared on the screen, looking tired and flustered.

"Lena, are you alright?" he said, relieved to hear from her.

"Hey big guy… Yeah I'm ok. We are on the way back, ETA 2 hours… Just wanna call ya to get the lab ready, my Accelerator needs a top up since it got pretty banged up"

Despite her calm demeanor, Winston can sense something is bothering her.

"What's wrong Lena?" he asked softly.

"What's wrong? Nothing is wrong, why would anything be wrong?" she replied quickly. Too quickly.

He stared back at her patiently, allowing her to decide if she wants to continue the conversation.

"I mean…" she began fidgeting in her seat "I completed the mission. Nothing can be wrong right?"

Winston sighed "Yes you are right. I'm just glad you are safe", she nodded, grateful he did not inquire further.

A moment of silence stretched before Lena spoke again.

"Winston… Have I made a difference today?" she asked quietly.

His eyes widen at those words "Of course! You gave the world a chance to be better"

"How?" she pressed on, sadness laced in her word.

Winston was at a loss for words. After another uncomfortable silence, he finally said "Lena… You must be exhausted. Why don't you rest first when you come back? We will continue this when you're rested."

She sighed and nodded before disconnecting the call. Winston slumped into his cushion, letting out a huge sigh as he massaged his eyes.

"What am I going to do with her Athena?" he asked. The computer lit up and the program Athena appeared.

"From my calculations, I believe you have done all you could to help her. Now she will need to forgive herself for what happened"

"But it was not her fault" Winston sighed "She has nothing to forgive"

"That may be true to us. But it is not true for her. You, Zenyatta, Genji, and myself – we have all done our part to help her. Now it is time for her to help herself"

Winston grunted in response. As much as he does not want to admit it, she is right. They had done everything they could, years of therapy, companionship, and support has indeed made huge improvements, however the most important element remains. If she refuse to move on, they could only do so much. In the end, their final obstacle is Lena herself.

"Winston" Athena spoke again.

"Yes Athena?"

"It has been 736 hours since your last cardio, I would highly suggest you to complete a session before they return"

"Uuuuuggggghhhhhhhh…" he groaned as he reached for another banana.

Good day readers!

Thank you very much for showing interest for my story, I hope it has been a somewhat interesting ride so far.

Just to inform everyone I plan to make the updates every Friday at 20:00 (WA time) until further notice. So the next update will be on the 15th November.

PS. I personally thought the Overwatch 2.0 trailer looked great. Mercy had the most epic entrance but Genji stole the show. I personally think that Genji's ultimate should've knocked the hand away instead of slicing it off since now everyone is saying Genji should've solo-ed the robot.