Mercy

Clothes were strewn about her bed. A total of three outfits had been discarded after careful evaluation in front of a somewhat small mirror. It was the first time Angela had ever wanted to see her full body in such a reflective device. She could just view from about her collar up, and the doctor currently stood in her only semi-interesting pair of undergarments; a white, somewhat lacey set that she seldom felt the need to bother looking at tight against her body and revealing a little more of her bottom than she generally preferred or saw the point in exposing.

'I'm being so utterly silly.' Angela muttered, glaring at the ensembles that hadn't made the cut. 'It is but a drink. Nothing more. Two women enjoying one another's company as friends.'

And yet, the doctor sensed she was oversimplifying the matter for the sake of her own emotional protection. Despite the compelling evidence from their interactions in the past, Angela still wasn't convinced that Fareeha could possibly feel anything romantically for her. Admittedly, Angela had made a rather bold move herself by claiming she thought Fareeha to be beautiful as well, but she shied away from mentioning it again, leaving the compliment to Fareeha's imagination in a notion of delirium prior to submitting to a much-needed rest.

Fortunately, after the worst of the recovery time was pushed past by her body's incredible healing capabilities, it wasn't longer than twelve hours before Angela made a nearly full turnaround, to everyone's amazement. It was odd to Mercy how her old comrades still marvelled at the nanomachines that continued to keep her so youthful and capable of healing various injuries. Although Angela would submit to the fact that this particular incident had pushed her body to its very limit, into a red zone she rarely ventured, some personal work in her office would hastily encourage her remaining nanomachines to recover and reproduce as necessary.

However, that was neither here nor there for now. Before the next Talon attack, or Omnic Crisis that needed diverting, or anything at all that required either Pharah or Mercy, Angela convinced Fareeha to join her for their promised drink the moment she felt capable of moving around somewhat comfortably. Fareeha had, of course, bucked at the very idea initially, but Angela could work the younger woman rather easily at this point, and with enough encouragement – via partially flirtatious teasing – Fareeha gave in, walking Angela to her quarters before returning to her own so she could also shower and prepare prior to picking Angela up again.

Thus leading to Angela's current predicament. Superficial aesthetic appeal was excessively low on Angela's list of priorities, and therefore, her wardrobe offered little that contributed to the mood Angela desired to set; which was fitting, because she herself had no clue what she actually wished to present to Fareeha.

'Any problem deserves a proper scientific method in order to draw sound conclusions from. I shall start with picking a specific topic. Simple enough, yes? Going on a date with Fareeha.' Angela paused, staring at her mirror and batting at her hair. 'Heh. A rub already. Is it a date, or is it a "date"? One serves the purpose of simply enjoying another's company. The other has romantic connotations, which bring forth a whole slew of variables and potential for emotional stress. Mmm. Perhaps the former use of date will serve me better, therefore, wearing anything revealing or sexually suggestive may be too forward. Indeed, I would feel rather foolish for doing so. Very good. Progress made.'

Angela tried not to think too much further on the subject. She extracted a white button-up, a black tank top, and black, formfitting pants. It was an overly simple outfit, but she felt it fit the casual nature of the outing well enough. Satisfied, Angela smiled, pulling up her legwear as she continued outwardly organizing her frazzled thoughts.

'Next, a hypothesis and prediction in association with said hypothesis. I will have a pleasant time tonight getting to know Fareeha and solidify the feelings I may or may not have developing for her. This date or "date" is likely to help myself determine an emotion I have yet to fully comprehend in my entire life; that is, a form of potential romantic infatuation with another. Based on the particularly painful throbbing in my chest, I am either still recovering from the previous battle, or quite readily anxious about this endeavour for numerous reasons.'

Angela stretched the black tank top over her body, adjusting until it rested correctly on her form. She then reached for her white button-up and carefully fastened the buttons through their respective slits. She observed the results and noticed that, while she didn't look awful, she somewhat appeared to be a little too reserved. She tentatively undid three of the top buttons until she observed a small curve appear due to her chest. This allowed some of her black tank top to appear as well, and the overall presentation was much more casual and even a little sexy, although nothing compared to some of the fashions Angela had observed younger girls practising these days.

As for her hair and face, Angela decidedly did nothing new. She played it quite safe in that regard, not wishing to tip the perceived variables in any direction. She wanted to be with Fareeha as she always was beyond the slight effort put into her outfit (and even then, she certainly didn't look over-the-top or anything). However, she did add just a slight bit more mascara to her upper lashes as a mini-experiment. Her already piercing-blue eyes popped tenfold, and while the effect was nice, she wondered if it was even worth her time.

'The final step in our scientific method today is the "testing" phase. This is the date itself, and I can only make my observations during as well as after the outing. Is this my first date? No. Therefore, I should not have any concerns or reservations. However, it may be notable to state that this is my first time being as nervous as I am. It's actually rather humorous for, at thirty-seven, I feel a semblance of anxiety as though I were a seventeen-year-old girl. Why is this? Well, I suppose the answer is simple enough. I felt no fear when entertaining the few outings men have asked of me in the past because zero interest on my part was involved. This particular scenario, however…'

A sound chimed at the door indicating that someone was outside of Angela's quarters. She clamped her mouth shut in embarrassment, realizing that talking to herself as extensively as she was truly pointed at the nerves that also caused her chest to flip at the notion Fareeha was waiting for her this very minute. She had pushed emotional attachment to others away so adamantly for so long that an overwhelming nausea made her throat ache and vision blur for but a second. Did she really want to do this? Did she really want to leave herself so vulnerable? The pain from eons ago still throbbed. Could she handle another traumatic experience like that again?

Two paths lay before Angela, and suddenly this date or "date" forced her to make a choice she wasn't prepared to commit to quite yet.

'I'll be right there!' Angela called out, hoping Fareeha hadn't heard her mumbling to herself like a lunatic. With a final deep breath, Angela slipped her phone in her pant pocket and got her door, the blockade sliding open with a smooth motion to reveal Fareeha.

Angela had found men attractive before. Physically, she had appreciated many a male individual throughout her entire life. Indeed, even during her first stay as an Overwatch member, she considered Gabriel and Jack to be quite appealing. Even McCree had a rugged charm about him. But it always ended there. Angela never wanted to know someone on a more intimate level. She was perceived as stuck up by many, she was sure, when it came to romance, for not a single man could speak of a second date with the Dr. Ziegler. She never entertained the thought. She never wanted to.

Yet now, in this strange moment, Angela found herself thinking that Fareeha was a very attractive human being. She already knew, as a person, Fareeha was a lovely soul, and now, as the days had passed her by, Angela was recognizing that she was sexually intrigued by another woman of all people.

Fareeha was wearing semi-distressed, dark jeans, a black, form-fitting, fashionable jacket, and a white tank top underneath that revealed just the slightest amount of cleavage that pushed heat into Angela's cheeks. To top the charming ensemble off, Fareeha also had a modest necklace on that had what appeared to be her army's dog tag. Finally, the sunglasses the other woman lifted as she smiled at Angela had an unanticipated effect on the older girl. Was Fareeha conscious of her "masculine" appeal? She was so very clearly a woman, with womanly charms, but somehow she also emitted waves of truly virile allure as well. It almost didn't seem fair.

'Good evening, Fareeha. It is lovely to see you.' Angela smiled back, sincerely feeling her face light up without any effort on her part.

'Hello.' Fareeha answered with only a touch of her usual confidence compromised. 'I hope I'm not too early.'

'Not at all! Your timing is perfect, in fact.'

'Oh, good.' She paused, snatching glances of Angela that the doctor was hyper aware of now. 'You look nice.'

It was such a small compliment that had an honest delivery Angela couldn't wish anything more of.

'Thank-you. I suppose you haven't seen me in any personal casual wear yet, have you? Granted, all my outfits are fairly new since making it here, as you're quite aware.'

'I am.' Another beat, and Fareeha seemed to express her true concern. 'Are you sure it is fine that we do this now? I worry Winston may need us in the near future and, more importantly, you are still recovering. Please do not push yourself.'

Angela grinned, stepping in a little closer to Fareeha to the point that she could smell the other woman's rustic perfume which had obviously been recently applied, to the older girl's satisfaction.

'I'm not, Fareeha. Besides, I want to get out and about after resting for such a long period of time. My body is something of an anomaly, as you've seen, so do not underestimate its healing capabilities. As for Overwatch needing us, well, I am being refused any further missions for at least another day or so, while you have been volunteered as my support should I need it. We're both fulfilling our tasks by relaxing and staying in one another's company, yes? Let us take advantage of this opportunity.'

Fareeha nodded slowly after a moment, a tiny smile creeping over her face again.

'Then I'll have no further reservations. I have been looking forward to this, if I am to be honest. I'm glad it's come sooner rather than later.'

'I feel the same. I think we both deserve it. A little outing for the ladies, as it were.'

'Yes. Exactly. Much has happened, and it is my honour to escort you this fine evening.'

'My, how dashing!' Angela clapped her hands teasingly. 'But as a former security officer, I'm sure you're used to acting in such a manner.'

'That's true.' Fareeha laughed. The two ladies stood about for a moment longer, and then Fareeha stepped aside, as if welcoming Angela out of her living quarters and doing everything in her power to avoid peering into rudely, which was so sweet. 'Shall we?'

'Yes!'

Exiting Overwatch Gibraltar to take a transport vehicle to the nearest town wasn't much of a feat for someone with Angela's standing. Fareeha had also made a name for herself, and therefore, her I.D. allowed her to come and go rather easily in comparison to lesser known agents. There was only very minor questioning before Fareeha was behind one of the rental's wheels Overwatch had for such occasions. Angela found it somewhat amusing how assertive yet chivalric Fareeha naturally seemed to be. She had gotten the door for Angela, and ensured she was comfortable before pulling out of the garage and driving competently. The fact both women so seamlessly fell into a particular role on this first outing together was curious to Angela, and she added the minor details to her overall analysis of the time being spent.

Already, Angela was having a better experience than she had on any "dates" prior. She had a previously solidified bond and trust built with Fareeha, and she found herself observing every action the other woman did with intrigue and inquisitiveness. Never before had she wanted to know so much about a single person, and it was both exciting and terrifying to the doctor.

'Do you have an idea as to where we are going? I suppose we should have established that already. Heheh!' Angela went on, the small talk happening between the women up until this point so calming and easy for her.

'It was my idea to venture out for a drink together, so I looked into a few places nearby and thought this one bar might be nice. It's called El Cortijo, and it's been recently refurbished. Is that…alright with you?'

Angela was impressed. She didn't take Fareeha for a meticulous planner, yet it made some sense considering she led her own squad in the Egyptian army for a time. Still, imagining this woman digging through her phone or a computer to locate a spot for her and Angela to go on their outing was a strangely cute scene.

'Of course! I imagine anywhere with you would be entertaining to some degree.' Angela wanted to see Fareeha's reaction, and although some tension found the other girl's neck, she remained composed, and somehow this threw Angela off.

'Well, I would agree with that. Simply driving with you brings me contentment, especially knowing you are feeling better after what felt like too long. I never want to see you in such a state again, Angela.'

Angela's breath got caught in her throat, and she turned to her window, watching the dark outside passing her by at a rather high speed.

'Quite the reversal…' She muttered under her breath. 'I will attempt to be more careful in the coming days.' She then said clearly.

'I want to ask if I may be your official bodyguard on future missions. I had time to review the documents in relation to the new omnic the enemy has developed, and I believe special precautions are necessary going forward. If that was just the prototype, I'm convinced our lives are only going to get busier from here onward.'

Angela closed her eyes. Was Fareeha doing this on purpose? She wasn't supposed to take the lead so easily. Angela felt as though she were on the defensive with her emotions the way they fluctuated with every word from this woman. How perilous this apparent infatuation could be. She needed to regain her footing.

'I doubt you'd be granted such a specialized role. Your Raptora suit is better fit for other missions, more than likely. I can't see Jack or Winston underutilizing its potential.'

'…I don't think you're wrong.' Fareeha sighed. 'But I will be making the request regardless. Given the choice, I would stay by your side as much as possible.' She finally faltered. 'Er…that is, if I wouldn't be intruding.'

'Mmm. I don't know.' Angela tapped her cheek, grinning happily. 'Could be slightly overbearing.'

'Oh. Um. Of course.'

Angela turned to Fareeha again, staring at her profile as she handled the car with such command and confidence. The way her neck fed into her strong jaw was fetching, and her dark hair with the charming accessories within it had a mysterious, foreign allure to it as well. The doctor leaned in a little, noting the way her driver's grip on the wheel tightened.

'I'm teasing you, Fareeha. Surely you're aware of this.'

'I…didn't want to be presumptuous.'

'And that's very considerate, but you should know by this point that I wouldn't be in a vehicle with you, driving out to a bar in the late evening, just the two of us, if I didn't enjoy your presence more than an average amount.'

'True…'

'See what Jack or Winston says. That's all you can do.' Angela released her mental hold on the poor girl, stabilized again. 'I wouldn't mind your wishes becoming a reality. I've seen what you're capable of, and I feel quite safe in your care.'

'I could say the same to you.' Fareeha laughed.

'Ah. Fair enough. The whole healing capability tends to draw others to me well enough.' Angela also giggled.

The drive itself took approximately half an hour to complete, but Angela could have blinked and it would have seemed just as long. She valued the time she was spending on herself for once, and that very same, valuable set number of minutes seemed to fall through her hands like sand no matter how she tried to hold on to it.

Fareeha easily parallel parked near the pub, snatching a space that just revealed itself once another car pulled out.

'Wait a moment.' She demanded, exiting their vehicle and rushing over to Angela's side to get her door. The doctor couldn't help but chuckle to herself, stepping out of the car feeling something like a celebrity due to the pampering she hadn't experienced in quite some time. She found when any man she humoured a date with performed such acts they came laced with expectation and anticipation. It was as though they were attempting to store a hidden number of "points" which would accumulate to better support their case for sexually suggestive endeavours. When Angela wouldn't even provide a kiss at the end of the night, she could see the disappointment and betrayal in her date's visage, as if to say, "You owe me this for everything I've done for you". To which Angela would have gladly debated. However, as anticipated and determined throughout the course of any such outing, they were cowards through and through. She was a fool to expect anything more from the individuals that had the gall to assume they knew her because of her place in the medical world.

Fareeha, on the other hand, evidently wanted to treat Angela so kindly simply because she had the opportunity. She appreciated Angela on a very different level from anyone else, seeing many sides of the doctor that she actively hid from most. Angela didn't get the sense Fareeha had a hidden agenda; she was too honest for that. And this was partially why she found herself almost reaching for the woman's arm to hold as they made their way to the pub. It was precisely why she was finding herself more and more drawn to the daughter of Ana Amari, as strange as it sounded in her mind. With every particle of sand that slipped through her fingers, her interest was building. It was almost painful. She had lived so selflessly for so long that the notion of fixating her mind on something other than the wellbeing of others felt wrong, and yet, she couldn't imagine being anywhere but here with Fareeha Amari.

The younger woman got the door to El Cortijo for Angela, and then quickly spoke with the front hostess, stating she wanted a booth table for two, if one was still available.

'Oh! You had a space reserved under Amari, right?' The rather young girl tapped on her sheet at the podium she stood. 'We don't usually hold anything for a party less than five, but the manager said something about your mother being famous?'

'Yes. But please don't make a scene of it.' Fareeha waved the comment off, and a knot formed in Angela's chest. When would that stubborn woman show herself to her poor daughter, for Pete's sake? But when that momentary frustration passed, Angela had the chance to shake her head appraisingly at the fact Fareeha even went so far as to ensure they had a space to be seated, somewhat away from the, admittedly, noisier part of the pub where a live band of omnics and humans played some smooth, jazzy tunes. Overall, the aesthetic appeal of the place was lovely. It was dimly lit, with warm reds, browns, and golds, maintaining a sense of rural charm while remaining somewhat contemporary and inviting. There was a more bar-like, rambunctious sector of the pub, and a semi-secluded, laidback space that Fareeha and Angela were escorted through now. Their table was nestled away on an elevated part of the pub, so the view of their chosen establishment was available, should they choose to look upon the others enjoying a night out.

'Here are your menus, ladies. And it's only the two of you tonight?' The hostess inquired innocently.

'Yes.' Fareeha answered, her pitch just a tad higher, to Angela's amusement.

'How nice! Girl's night out is always fun! I'll be sending Mia over to take your orders in a sec, okay? Otherwise, have a fantastic night!'

'My thanks.' Angela beamed, her mood lifting higher than she suspected possible.

'Thank-you.' Fareeha began glancing around, looking back at Angela with her big, brown eyes eventually. 'Is this okay?' she asked so very sweetly.

'Quite. I rather like the atmosphere, and to have such luxurious seating? You outdid yourself for a mere "drink", Fareeha Amari.' Angela winked playfully.

'I…thought you deserved something special for your first frivolous night in quite some time. You've been in Iraq for so long, living in such trying conditions. And then, you return to Overwatch only to be hurt so terribly. You give so much for others that I can only do such little favours to try and show how much I appreciate your efforts and work.'

Angela exhaled after a beat, momentarily forgetting to breathe as Fareeha was talking. She physically touched her chest, the swirling sensations bewildering her brilliant mind.

'My…You flatter me…' Angela practically whispered breathlessly, having to shake her head in order to compose herself enough to go on more normally. 'But the effort doesn't go unnoticed. You have a way of making a girl feel something like a princess. Did you know that?'

'I would gladly play the role of a knight if it means giving you such a reaction.' Fareeha seemed to ponder the idea a little more seriously, perhaps imagining herself in such outdated armour from stories long past. Angela herself created the scene in her mind, and Fareeha appeared nothing but gallantly in her considerations.

'You would make a very attractive knight, I suspect.' Angela decided to voice her thoughts, and Fareeha's expression faltered as she delivered a sound counter.

'But nothing in comparison to the matchless beauty you would encompass as a princess.'

Angela bit at her lower lip before responding, her mind elated.

'Shall we humour that word for a moment?'

'Er…which one?'

'Beauty. Or, more accurately, "beautiful".'

'S-sure.'

'Do you recall calling me "beautiful", Fareeha?' Angela wasted not a breath, asking the question while she had the gumption to do so. She was quite impressed with how stable Fareeha seemed to be during this "date" thus far, but the girl's face finally found a new shade of red as she attempted to answer the question.

'I…did what?'

'When you were hospitalized after your mission in China you claimed you could only think of me when your objective was nearly compromised. You then went on to say I was "beautiful". You don't recall?'

Fareeha's brow furrowed, and the colour remained on her cheeks.

'I don't.'

'Ah. I see. The words of the delusional. We are similar, it would seem, you and – '

'But it was the truth. It's what I think, Angela.' Fareeha met Angela's eyes, and a sense of dread alongside the ever-present excitement crept into the frame.

'I-I see.' Angela faltered, defaulting to dismissal as she drew closer to the sun. 'Well, our gender is one to constantly compliment our peer's sexual appeal. It's practically engrained into our genetics. I believe it has something to do with our naturally competitive nature in the animalistic realm of mating and finding the ideal partner. It's actually a fascinating subject; one of which I have considered doing another paper on.'

Fareeha's gaze shifted, and her shoulders dropped just a bit as she nodded slowly.

'That might have something to do with it, yes…'

A throbbing pounded in Angela's brain then, and she felt her arms being stretched to either side, pulling at her until she sensed she might split in two. Fear and Attraction. Could she go through such agony again? Her mind was juggling the possibilities, and Fareeha would only become collateral damage at this point.

'So, have we decided on what we're starting with to drink yet?' A waitress appeared with near-perfect timing.

'I am partial to the Ramos Gin Fizz, if you would be so kind.' Angela ordered.

'And for you?'

'Old English Malt, please.'

'Great! Oh! And I'm Mia. If you need anything at all, feel free to call me over. Otherwise, I'll have your drinks in a sec!'

'A malt, hm?'

'I'll only have the one since I'm driving.'

'Why, thank-you. I suppose that means I can have some fun tonight?'

'Please do. I'll be paying.'

Angela always refused to allow her previous dates when they offered to cover anything whatsoever. Again, she didn't want to give them the opportunity to use it against her. But with Fareeha?

'Are you certain?'

'I asked you to join me, Angela. It would be my pleasure.'

It hurt. It hurt because she was trying to resist something that had already made a home in her heart. This date was so frightening, and yet, Angela couldn't stop what was happening with her emotions. Fareeha was chivalric. She had a certain level of machismo about her. She was also so very delicate simultaneously in a bizarre way. She had an air of innocence Angela couldn't quite describe yet. She liked malt. She clearly enjoyed driving. Every little detail was a gift Angela wanted to store away in her memories and treasure.

'Then I shall gratefully accept.'

'Good.'

A beat, and Angela leaned on her hands, pushing away the negative thoughts that were threatening to hurt this dashing woman before her further.

'Tell me more about yourself, Fareeha Amari.'

'Pardon?'

'I want to know about you. I'm intrigued. You fascinate me.'

'Oh. I suppose that makes sense. You are a scientist through and through. Knowledge is power, right?'

Usually, yes, but I'm particularly interested because I am attracted to you.

'True.' Why couldn't she be honest?

'Well, what would you like to know?'

'Let's see…Let us start with your hobbies. What do you do for fun? What did you to do for fun in your youth? I remember a little Fareeha running about vaguely, but I was quite consumed with my projects at the time.'

'When I had some down time in the army I did enjoy playing the guitar. I wasn't very good, but I've always found rock stars quite fun to watch and listen to.'

'The guitar!? Really, now?'

'Yes. I brought it with me to Gibraltar. There's been very little time to practice though.'

Angela sighed inwardly. She didn't have a prayer.

I would love to listen to you play sometime…just you and I.

'Perhaps you could show me someday?' Close enough.

'M-maybe. Like I said, I'm not very talented.'

'An attempt is always better than nothing, Fareeha. I admire individuals willing to at least try.'

'That's a good way of looking at it, I guess.'

Angela leaned forward, consuming the shape of Fareeha's face and the way her thick mascara truly made her eyes pop. The tattoo over her eye was alluring as well. She had such a pleasant visage.

'What else? Tell me more.'

'I doubt I'm worth going on about, Angela. You're the hero and world-known scientist.'

It's worth it because it's you, and I can't possibly archive enough information related to your person.

'One more detail, and I'll tell you something about myself. Do we have a deal?'

The way Fareeha's eyes lit up at the thought flushed Angela's face a little. She still had doubts if she and Fareeha were truly on the same page, but she was hastily getting to the point where she didn't care. She had never experienced this feeling before, and although repelling in every way, it was also so very, very stimulating.

'I enjoy soccer and basketball. We used to have scrimmages during days off in the army. I wasn't bad.'

'With such a physically fit body, I hardly doubt it.'

'It may have helped…' Fareeha shrugged, not revelling in the compliment, for she wasn't that type of person.

'Here you are, ladies!' The drinks arrived, both concoctions placed before the women and the pub's presence emerging once more. The smooth music hummed about, and the general buzz of conversation faded back into existence.

'Thank-you.' Fareeha nodded.

'Appreciated.' Angela added.

Mia ensured nothing else was needed prior to being on her way, approaching a few omnics who had just arrived.

Angela took a sip of her drink, looking up at Fareeha as she did the same. The two girls didn't say anything for a moment, but their eyes met and, for once, Fareeha held the gaze, not shying away. It was a comfortable yet intense muted conversation, and Angela's legs turned inward under the table, her knees meeting and rubbing just so. This time, it was Angela who broke the meeting, deciding to comment on the music.

'I don't mind this style of song.' She uttered quietly, her heart pace quickened from the way Fareeha had been looking at her with such a sincere amount of interest regardless of how Angela had waved off the potential of their conversation turning overly intimate.

'Is that your end of the bargain?' Fareeha grinned, downing more of her drink.

'It doesn't have to be.' Angela did the same. 'Mine's rather tasty! What of yours?'

'Sweeter than I'd like, but not bad.'

'Not one for sugar-coated treats?'

'A little bit is okay, but they overdid the caramel.'

'I'm satisfied.' Angela hesitated, but again, disregarded the whispering in her ear. 'Would you like a taste?'

'…Sure.' Fareeha agreed, surprisingly.

'It's a little sour.'

'That's fine.'

Angela could have passed her drink over easily enough, but instead, she playfully held her beverage near her date, adjusting the straw so it was facing the other girl's pretty mouth. Fareeha took a moment, but accepted the challenge bravely, moving in and taking a small taste of Angela's Ramos Gin Fizz. A chill ran Angela's spine, and she swallowed slowly.

'Not bad.' Fareeha nodded.

'When I was on business in Japan a few years back, I learned that they make quite the spectacle over such an exchange.'

'Hm?'

'That is…an indirect kiss. We just participated in such a phenomenon. How do you feel about that, Fareeha?'

What was she doing? She had purposely steered the discussion away from such a subject, and yet, here she was, once again toying with this poor girl's heart and mind. Enough. Enough until she could commit.

Fareeha finished her drink in an attempt to delay answering, placing her glass down and breathing out deeply.

'How should I feel, Angela?' She asked with justified confusion.

The music and buzz of other worlds came back, and Angela smiled wryly, hating herself for letting it get to this point. She recalled why she allowed work to overtake her. Just the mere thought of becoming vulnerable in such a way again…She couldn't.

You should feel excited, because that's certainly how I am reacting at just the thought of…

'I…enjoy a good game of badminton here and there.' Angela closed her eyes in disdain. 'I-it is rather pleasant on a sunny day, when the wind is cooperative…'

Fareeha stood abruptly then, and Angela wouldn't have blamed her for storming out. In fact, she would've preferred it. She couldn't make up her ridiculous mind. This was all so new and terrifying. When it came down to it, and no matter how much she attempted to "tease" Fareeha, Angela was a pushover at this point in their relationship. The confusion made the doctor appreciate those who could competently navigate this minefield of emotional turmoil.

Leave me. I'm just so…so…

'Hey.' Fareeha plopped down next to Angela, so close their legs were touching. A flutter filled the older woman's stomach, and she blinked back the looming tears, sipping the rest of her drink in frustration. 'I'm…pretty bad at reading social rhetoric and that sort of thing apparently, but I know I'm stressing you out, and I really don't want to.' She took a second, her lovely perfume entering Angela's nose. 'Um…so, try to relax? I'm sorry if I accidently put any pressure on you. And if I made you uncomfortable when I said strange things, then I'll never do it again.'

Angela could only laugh, the alcohol warming her veins and numbing her cheeks progressively.

'Shouldn't I be the one retracting any misleading done, Ms. Amari? You are too kind…Far too kind. And I am just…a witch.'

'A witch?' Fareeha's tone had some amusement in it.

'A dastardly witch.'

'I don't think that's true at all, although I'd be lying if I said I wasn't perplexed with when you're teasing and not.'

'As am I…' Angela admitted. It was the plain truth. One moment she wanted to hold Fareeha's hand, and another she wanted to push her away and never look back. The pulling from either side persisted, and Angela remained in the middle. She cared for Fareeha; there was no doubt about it. She cared about Fareeha more than anyone in many, many years. The realization picked at Angela's oldest and most painful scab she had managed to hide until this point. She couldn't know what to do. Was it still too soon? At thirty-seven, was it still too soon?

'Then we should keep it simple, Angela.' Fareeha's voice was like a salve on the mental agony. She spoke softly, almost intimately into Angela's ear. It felt so good. Angela's shoulders instantly relaxed, and she didn't even realize they were so tense. 'I am just honoured to be here as your friend. That is more than enough for me. I only want to support you and maybe become a better friend in the process. That is all. Please…don't look like that.'

Angela shook her head, Fareeha's hand wiping a runaway tear from the doctor's right eye.

'You've seen me at my most vulnerable quite a number of times now, Fareeha…'

'And you don't like others witnessing this side of you.'

Angela nodded, but met her friend's eyes again, a warmth circulating through her now.

'You're quite correct. But this particular scenario is not undesirable.' Angela exhaled slowly, waving Mia over. 'You have my thanks, Fareeha. Truly. I value our relationship and…I'm sorry for my behaviour. It hasn't been fair to you.'

'Another round, ladies?' Mia asked, and Fareeha declined, while Angela readily requested a refill.

'Please. Relax. There is nothing to be sorry about.' Fareeha responded so kindly. 'And when…or if…you're ever ready, I am here to listen at anytime. I may not be able to offer much advice you haven't considered, but I am fairly confident in my ability to be a good soundboard.'

'I…will certainly take that into consideration.' Angela promised herself she would. She had to.

The world became rather blurry after approximately an hour and a half of Fareeha and Angela's outing went by. With the initial tension dealt with, it was a much more feasible task to enjoy one another's company further. Although Angela's attraction to Fareeha wouldn't release her thoughts, she refused to make any more suggestive comments to avoid insulting her wonderful companion. As a result, it was something of a catch twenty-two, for Fareeha was able to be her naturally charming, intelligent, confident self with Angela, the two ladies capable of talking so organically, jumping from subject to subject ranging from Fareeha's colourful events in the Egyptian army, to Angela's youth and how young she started becoming the scientist she now was. This made for lively chatter, and as Angela's vision became a little foggier, she could only stare more boldly at Fareeha's grinning and beautiful mannerisms. Thus, the catch: Angela desired Fareeha with every passing second, and although she caught herself before consuming too much alcohol, she knew she was just a little buzzed, and her calculating mind was having its way with the artificial courage.

Angela blinked, and snapped her head up, partially passing out, it seemed. Fareeha was already paying Mia, sliding her a handsome tip, apparently.

'My apologies…' Angela rubbed her head. 'What time is it?'

'Late.' Fareeha answered. 'We'll be past even your curfew if we don't move quickly. I'm sorry. I meant to keep track of the time better, but I…I was enjoying speaking with you too much, I guess.'

'Oh, it's fine. What will Jack do? Punish me? I've saved his life so many times I have more than a few freebies packed away.'

Fareeha laughed, rising out of her seat and extending her hand to Angela so that she could help her up. The doctor took it readily, converting to Fareeha's arm to better stabilize herself. Moving to a standing position made Angela truly feel her state, and she blinked rapidly, giggling at the fact she had let herself get just a little carried away.

'Silly me. It's been quite some time since I've indulged. My age doesn't allow for foolish frivolity quite as readily, hm?'

'Maybe, but you're also still recovering. I should've stopped you at your second.'

'Well, why didn't you, Ms. Amari?'

'I assumed your tolerance was known by yourself better than I.'

'A sound judgement.' Angela leaned into Fareeha, allowing her to lead them out of the pub and to the parked vehicle. Fareeha eased the doctor into her seat, and Angela was relieved to be sitting again. She buckled herself up and watched Fareeha slide in beside her.

'You should rest on our way back. I'll wake you when we've arrived.'

'I had fun.' Angela smiled, resting her head against the back of her seat. 'Promise me we'll do this again.'

'Only if you'll do the same.'

'A fair compromise.'

The night turned to an even deeper darkness, and the muffled sounds faded as Angela trusted Fareeha with her life without a single second of hesitation. The girl's voice was heard in her final moments of consciousness, and although Angela couldn't make out the words, she grinned regardless.

'Sl – p – ell – y – pr – ss.'

The softness of a familiar bed greeted Angela's body, and she felt two hands slide out from under her form. She was already feeling better, her biological makeup's method of handling such psychological influencers also a cut above a normal human being's. The coolness of her room tickled Angela's soul, and she nearly submitted to the idea of remaining asleep until a prick in her mind urged her awake.

'Fareeha…' She called out immediately, and she began to make out the dark shape that could only be her friend.

'I'm sorry. I used your card to get you settled. I was trying not to wake you.'

'It is quite alright.' Angela took a moment, realizing something as her brain settled into the moment. 'Did you…carry me all the way from the garage?'

'Yes. I hope I didn't overstep any boundaries.'

'N-not at all. I'm…impressed.'

'Oh, good.' A beat, and Angela could hear Fareeha breathing, the finer details of her shape taking form. Angela turned on a small lamp at her bedside, the dim light bringing forth Fareeha's gorgeous features. 'You should rest.' She turned away, a pain flashing past her eyes, although she likely assumed Angela hadn't caught sight of it in her semi-dazed state.

'Yes…I suppose.'

A long, drawn out silence Angela could almost grab hold of lingered. The paths remained. The experiment was in its final phase. The doctor couldn't make out the results clearly yet. An emptiness settled into her heart and stomach. A hollowness swelled in the darkness of the room. A cold, bloody hand flashed before her mind, and the nightmare attempted to thwart her anew.

'Goodnight, Angela.'

Don't go.

'Goodnight…'

Don't go.

'Sleep well.'

Please. Don't go.

'I'm sure I will.'

I'm scared; it's true.

Fareeha's shape moved away from the light, and she became a shadow, gliding to Angela's door.

But what scares me more right here, right now…

Angela pushed the terrorizing nightmare out of her brain and her physical self off of her bed, stumbling to Fareeha, practically knocking her over as she collided with the other woman.

'A-Angela…!?'

…is regretting this moment and the rare chance at something special.

'Forgive me…' Angela whispered, taking hold of the collar on Fareeha's jacket and looking up at the girl's attractive image. She tightened her jaw, and then pulled Fareeha's face toward her own, their lips meeting partway, and a soft, tangible moment of sincere affection in one of its many forms was exchanged.

'Conclusion:' Angela breathed, still tasting Fareeha. 'I care about you so very, very deeply.'

And the doctor felt two strong hands hold her waist, curling around onto her back and pressing her body into Fareeha's own, the kiss the two women shared only just beginning.

'Angela…' Fareeha's voice became girlish in tone, the infatuation obvious, and it only spurred the older woman forward, her person heating up in a way she didn't know possible.

Their mouths slowly, tentatively began to open, and just as Angela fathomed the nerve to softly press her tongue against Fareeha's bottom lip, her phone sounded, and both ladies gave pause, the ringing loud and alarming. Even with the ridiculous noise, Angela was almost so far gone she wanted to ignore it, but reality yanked her away, the ringtone associated with emergencies only.

'Damn it.' Angela cursed in her mother tongue, pushing bangs from her eyes and answering the call, remembering she was Overwatch's primary medic in such cases even if she was on temporary leave.

'Hello?'

"Heya, Luv. So sorry to bother you, and I know you gotta rest and everything, but I got a doozy for you!"

'What is it?' Angela attempted to sound far less bothered than she honestly was with the bubbly Tracer.

"Yeah, um, I have Widowmaker with me, and I sorta kinda need your help."

'…Pardon?'