Tracer

This sensation again. This fear. This disconnect. It was like a nightmare she couldn't wake up from. The world was leaving her behind. No matter how far she reached, and no matter how loudly she screamed, she was nothing. Not a girl with dreams. Not a woman with desires. Not a deviant who was told to hide who she was.

Not a hero.

She always knew there was a chance of it happening again. She'd be a fool not to anticipate this exact scenario anytime the blue, glowing hue of her lifeline flickered for any reason. Her entire existence relied on a piece of machinery.

She tried not to think about it.

However, her very persona displayed her anxiety for the more astute. Emily figured it out. Most couldn't. Most were just confused; similarly to the first girl she had ever kissed. Her smile and laugh were known across the organization. She didn't have a choice. She had to be the brightest and loudest and most enthusiastic.

Why?

Because she might never have a chance to do any of it again in a blink of an eye.

' – ena! Can you hear me? Lena! Athena, vitals check. Please scan brain activity as well.'

A blurry, black mass. A blurry…black…omnic!

Lena shot up, defensively pushing against the soft surface beneath her. She tried to find her guns, but realized she was completely naked. That fact didn't bother her particularly much until she comprehended that it was Winston before her, not the lethal, grotesque omnic she and the rest of Overwatch had been forced to deal with in the latest battle against Talon.

'Winston…!' She exclaimed, pulling at some covers and wrapping them around her like a makeshift dress that didn't feel exactly right.

'Oh, thank goodness! Your chronal accelerator was damaged, and you were suffering from minor chronal disassociation as a result. Fortunately, it somewhat maintained your body enough for me to keep track of your general whereabouts.'

She was in Winston's lab within the main watchpoint tower of Gibraltar. His room and base of operations remained untouched, which meant Talon hadn't successfully infiltrated, thankfully. Lena rubbed her head, her mind obviously still cloudy, and looked to her friend tiredly.

'Thanks again, big guy. I don't think I could ever repay you at this point, huh?'

'You do everyday, Lena. Fighting for Overwatch and supporting me is all I ask. You're my friend, first and foremost, and it's only natural I'd want to save you. I'm not looking for compensation.'

Lena smiled, punching the gorilla lightly in the arm. Her expression went sombre then as the pieces slowly fell into place, illuminating what she wished to know.

'How did it end? What happened to the black omnic? How many did we lose?'

'Talon retreated once the black omnic was dealt with. Your Pulse Bomb stalled the omnic, to a degree, but it wasn't enough. Even a number of E.M.P.s could only slow it down. Honestly, we didn't even manage to destroy it.'

Lena blinked, her head twitching to the side in confusion.

'Reinhardt saved us all, believe it or not. It was quite the sight, I must say. His team, consisting of Lucio, Zenyatta, and a number of other Overwatch agents, appeared out of nowhere, seemingly accelerated by a rather obnoxious song of some descript. Reinhardt had already been updated by Jack, it could be assumed, and no sooner did he see the omnic did he charge with all his might and power, managing to push the monstrosity into the ocean. Hurt himself something terrible doing it, but he saved us all, and is in all his glory right now…although still recovering next to Brigitte.'

'Bloody hell…'

'It was a difficult fight.'

'Well, can't deny that.'

'As for how many we lost, well, it could have been far worse for the scale of the attack. Reinhardt was defending the other side of the base, and according to witnesses, it was quite the sight to see when he and Brigitte fought together. I'm certain she's garnered quite a number of fans now with the way she choregraphed herself alongside our lion of Overwatch. As you know, few could hope to stand side by side with Reinhardt once he truly lets loose, but she was right next to him, defending and pushing back the enemy with extreme talent, or so I heard. It was only because Reaper was among the enemies that they struggled to the degree they did. He managed to break through Brigitte's shield, and nobody could get to her in time before he…'

'Tried to kill her like everything else that gets in his way.' Jack's gruff voice was heard, and Lena whirled to see the man, his arms crossed, and his muscular build covered in scars somewhat revealed in his tight, black t-shirt.

'Jack!' She swallowed tightly. 'Hahah! Got a bit of an eyeful, didn'tcha?'

The man turned from Lean, huffing angrily.

'I…didn't look.'

'Aw. It's fine. Heh.' She refocussed on Winston. 'So, um…what about Amelie?'

'Er…Widowmaker?'

'Yeah.' Lena's stomach flopped. 'I-I mean, she was there, wasn't she? Memory's a little fuzzy, but we even did a little combo attack, right?' As Lena's recollections grew clearer, she found a rather valuable gem among them; that is, when Widow had held her in mid-air, flying through the sky for but a moment together. It was so very brief, but Widow's grip was strong, as expected, and…

'She's locked up until Angela gets back. No visitors except for food.' Jack shifted in place, his tone indicating that he had switched to commander mode and wasn't looking for contention.

A pity Lena was known for her spunk.

'Pardon me, Luv? Last I checked she was fighting like any of us out there.'

'Well, that was true. Surprised me a little, actually.' Winston fidgeted with his glasses.

'She showed her true colours at the end. A Talon agent through and through until we get some work done on her, and I'm not even sure I want to waste the resources anymore.' Jack grunted.

'Okay.' Lena calmed herself, breathing with annoyance. 'I think I'm missin' something. What happened?'

'Ahem. I'll explain.' Winston offered, lifting an enormous hand in Jack's direction to stop him from speaking further. 'You stuck your Pulse Bomb on the black omnic brilliantly, but he damaged your chronal accelerator, and you began fluctuating after a moment or two. You became like a static image, really. Widowmaker dropped down and protected you from the blast you could no longer get away from, and when she arose – rather hurt, from what I could tell – she appeared to lose her mind, and attacked anyone within sight, primarily gunning for McCree, Jack, and myself. By this point, you couldn't be found with ease, and it was Ana who managed to put Widowmaker to sleep for enough time to get her restrained. Reinhardt's courageous attack brought the battle to a swift end shortly thereafter.'

'No…' Lena covered her mouth.

'Everyone agreed it was time to take more drastic steps with Widowmaker. She killed one of our men, and severely injured Jesse and Winston. She's in maximum security now. Athena has been told to let nobody in without the permission of two Grandmasters.' Jack added.

'I'm not that injured.' Winston rotated one of his arms and cracked his neck.

'I'm sorry she did that, really, but you can't lock her up!' Lena began frantically. 'I was just beginning to get through to her! She was fighting with us! You both saw it!'

There was a beat, and Lena hoped Winston would support her, but even he could only scratch his face anxiously.

'No matter how powerful the gun, I'd never use one that could potentially fire back at me. Never. I'd destroy it. No questions asked.' Jack responded, and Lena's gut hurt. 'You saw what we're up against. Talon has gotten stronger. They've created a line of omnics we can't easily contend with anymore. There's no more time to flirt with a damn killer.'

'I ain't flirting!'

'Then what the hell do you call it?' Jack raised his voice.

'Now, now…' Winston tried, but he was cut off.

'She's broken! Not even Angela thinks she can fix her! If that's not discouragement enough then I don't know what is! No more! She killed one of our own! I won't let another one die because of your insistence on playing in fantasy land!'

'She's not like Gabe, Jack! She didn't choose to join Talon!'

Lena knew it was a cheap shot, and Jack physically buckled at the blow, but he shook his head, gritting his teeth.

'Enough!' Winston finally intervened aggressively, growling as he spoke. 'This is not the time to be arguing amongst ourselves. I've already communicated our status to Angela and Fareeha. Neither have responded yet, but once they do, I'll have an estimation for when Widowmaker might get another examination. Angela is willing to proceed with the surgery, as far as I can tell, so, please bear with the situation until then, Lena.'

'…Fine.' Lena mumbled. 'But I need to talk to her.'

'Why?' Jack barked.

'Because I'm sure I got through to her a little bit, and she can't think I'm gone for good.'

'Feh.' Jack sighed.

'You read her report, didn't you?' Lena snapped.

'…I did.'

'Then what the bloody hell is your problem?'

'I have a problem when anybody hurts my team.'

'Huh. Then it's a small wonder you seem so angry with yourself these days, innit?' Lena exited the building without turning back. She was the sun of Overwatch, but even the sun could turn red and scorch the earth on a whim. She cared deeply about Jack; about everyone in Overwatch, yet she wouldn't allow Widowmaker – Amelie – to revert to the cold-blooded killer she herself was so afraid of.

It had finally stopped raining, but the base was still soaked, and many an Overwatch agent was busy with repairs and cleaning up the wreckage caused by Talon's attack. Lena noted the damage from Reinhardt's charge. The man had literally destroyed the earth from dragging the omnic to its watery prison. There was no way Reinhardt wouldn't be injured from the feat. Even with the boosting from his armour and hammer, and even with his insane, monstrous strength, moving the tank of an omnic couldn't have been easy for the elderly man no longer in his prime. And poor Brigitte. Her maiden battle and she had to contend with Reaper. She was lucky to be alive.

Lena would normally offer a helping hand to the various agents at work or, at the very least, say "hello", but she had quite the shoddy cover over her naked form, and storming out on Winston and Jack may have been a touch foolish considering her circumstances. Still, it was nighttime, and she knew the base well enough to stealthily make it to her quarters with minimum contact. Lena changed into some sweatpants, and a t-shirt that hung off her right shoulder. She then decided she had some stops to make before finally hitting the hay no matter how tempting her bed looked right then and there.

Lena placed her I.D. against the security mechanism deep within Overwatch Gibraltar. The screen hesitated, but then flashed red, notifying Athena of someone's attempt.

"This lock requires the verbal acknowledgement of two Grandmasters or more to grant access. Subject Widowmaker currently in holding. Threat level: lethal. I repeat…"

Lena rolled her eyes. She was sort of hoping Jack was bluffing, but obviously Winston supported the decision, because the appropriate changes had been made to the A.I. that partially governed the base. Something of a pickle.

'Yeah. So, um, I'm a Grandmaster and all, right? Maybe just let me on in, Athena? I've been assigned as Widow's caretaker, after all.'

"…Denied. Two Grandmaster vocal and or I.D. registrations not confirmed. This lock requires the verbal and or I.D. acknowledgment of two – "

"I'll allow it." Winston's voice suddenly interjected over the intercom, and Lena's eyes widened.

'Winston!'

"I'm sorry about Jack, Lena. He's just worried, and it's understandable. You didn't see what she did. It was quite frightening."

'I know what she's capable of, but if I don't see her, like, right now, we could lose her forever.'

"And that's why I'm trusting you with this. We have a lot of work to do in the coming weeks, and there won't be much time left to dedicate to Widowmaker. I'm sorry, Lena, but I'll need your abilities on the field."

Lena nodded to herself, knowing her friend was being anything but unreasonable.

'Roger…'

"Access granted." Athena chimed, pressure released around the perimeter of the door while multiple latches came undone and miniature computers beeped.

"Good luck." Winston said with finality.

'Thanks, big guy.'

Lena entered the cell, and she sighed deeply, searching for a moment until she found Widow curled up in the corner on a dishevelled bed, holding her legs close so her face remained hidden. It broke her heart. They had made so much progress, and yet, the tragic assassin ended up in such a place regardless. Lena opened her mouth to speak, but marks on the dimly lit, cement ground gave her pause. There were eight thin streaks of blood, and the trail faded the closer it got to the tiny bed Widow remained upon. As Lena drew herself to the woman, she could see her hair was in complete disarray, and her shirt was practically ripped to shreds.

'Hey, Luv.' Lena spoke softly, but there was no response. She sat on the bed, the cushioning rather hard, and edged in a little. 'It's me. Lena. Or Tracer. Whatever you wanna call me. You in there?'

Widow's index finger twitched, and she finally moved, her head ever so slowly tipping up so that her piercingly yellow eyes could find Lena. Once both women's gazes crossed, Widow snapped forward, grabbing Lena by the throat and crashing onto the floor with her. Lena grunted, fighting back, but physically outmatched, as she knew. She noticed Widow's shock necklace had been removed, for whatever reason, and panicked then, having no real way of handling her current dilemma effectively. Recalling was an option, she supposed, but she didn't want to startle Widow further by causing a blip in her reality.

Fortunately, Widow's grip relaxed abruptly, and her face contorted, the pain wreathing through her mind, body, and soul clear. The sniper whimpered pathetically, and cowered back, returning to her corner and whispering something to herself in French.

'Go…' She sobbed. 'Leave me.'

'Now when has that worked for you with me, huh, Luv?' Lena patted her throat.

'I killed one of you. I hurt many more. I wanted to. I couldn't stop myself. Just…go.'

'Not happening.' Lena sat close to Widow. 'You saved my life, from what I hear, Luv. Wrecked your clothes because of that stunt.'

'A life for a life…But I owe more than I could ever give. Even now…I resist the urge to hurt you. I wish to. Oh, I truly do. These walls could be covered in your blood. A-ah…' Widow groaned, gripping her stomach. 'But I shall not.'

Lena reached over and touched Widow's face, her cheeks sticky from dried tears. She was an utter mess, and yet, somehow, she was so very, very beautiful. Her teeth chattered. Her body was shaking. Her hair hung in her face savagely. The woman jerked back, but then Lena crept in more, awkwardly pushing past the invisible barrier Widow attempted to enforce.

'Your skin is chilly all the time, huh?'

'I have no warmth to give.'

'Your dancing might prove you wrong. Got me real heated, to be honest.'

'…It doesn't matter. I have been adequately placed. I don't wish to leave here.'

Lena bit at the inside of her mouth.

'Well, I happen not to believe that.'

A long pause, and Lena wasn't sure what to do anymore. She had gotten in to see Widow, at the very least, but what did she say now? She couldn't get her out; even Lena knew that. Angela would have to perform the surgery first…if either woman even wanted to follow through with such a risk. Lena pushed her hands through her hair, giving Widow a bit of space, and then the other girl's seductive voice emerged anew.

'I'm lost…' She admitted, and Lena's ears perked.

'What do you mean, Luv?'

Another lengthy pause, and Widow meekly went on.

'I feel…empty. I feel hopeless. I…want to kill, but I'm terrified of the voices. Your presence…troubles me; it always has. Your light is blinding. It…hurts. You look at me with such…honest endearment, and I shudder to think I could ever deserve a fragment of what you're willing to give.'

Lena swallowed, knives prickling her throat. Amelie was speaking now. Her whole demeanor changed. This was a woman of status who bore witness to her life being raped before her very eyes. She had nothing left save for the blood on her hands and the ache in her womb. She was broken, but in a way few could ever grasp. Lena wiped tears from her own eyes, and then hesitated not a moment longer, wrapping her arms around Amelie's trembling form and bringing her as close as she would allow.

'I'm here, Luv. I'm…right here.' Lena could only repeat, unsure of what she was even trying to say. 'There's always hope. Angela thinks she can fix you, and if you want, we can do just that, right?'

The room went silent, and Lena instinctively held Amelie tighter, as if attempting to muffle what the woman was going to say next.

'No.' She murmured coldly; almost emotionlessly. 'No more experiments. No more tampering. No more. I am beyond repair. There…is hardly a point.'

Lena grit her teeth. Despair. Pure, utter despair. Amelie was succumbing to the end of her will. She couldn't find a reason to fight anymore. She was giving up entirely. And with this realization, Lena's chest collapsed into itself, and she lost her mind.

'No point? No point!?' Lena took Amelie's face between her hands and felt her heart fly into her neck as she met the other woman's lips with her own, pushing into the haphazard kiss until Amelie's mouth finally gave just slightly, enough for Lena to make the exchange not a complete failure, but still alarmingly close to one.

'I…I care about you, got it? I tried to stop myself, but…Bloody hell. I-I know you think it's "unnatural", or whatever, but that's that! I want you to live. I want to be with you. I want to…to make you happy! Even if we're nothing more than friends, I know I can help you, Amelie! You deserve to find joy again, and I'm not going anywhere until you do!'

Amelie touched her bottom lip, evidently stunned to the point of being unable to speak adequately well.

'S-sorry. That was daft. And dumb. And…God. I panicked!'

'Hmph…' Amelie finally chuckled a little. 'You are…ever the force, little girl. I continue to ask "why?", but I suppose that has been somewhat answered at last. To think all your jesting held some truth to it.'

This was good. She was talking. She was engaged. Lena didn't care that she had made a complete fool of herself; at least the conversation was progressing to some degree.

'I…kinda realized it, like, really recently, I guess? It's a crush, I think. I don't really know. B-but…yeah. S'pose it was bound to happen, what with all the time I've spent with you and…and you're so bloody gorgeous.'

Amelie shook her head with a smirk.

'Even now? I'm in shambles.'

'Truthfully? There's something really sexy about it…although I hate that you feel so messed up. It's why I basically forced my way in here. I knew you would have a hard time with all this.'

'Unbelievable.' Amelie mumbled in her French accent.

'What?'

Amelie narrowed her gaze, her already sharp eyes even more provocative.

'If you're only doing all this out of sexual desire then I see no choice but to be completely truthful with you.' She breathed slowly, but was at least showing more signs of life than before. 'I am not interested, little girl. True, I perhaps see some value in your companionship; I'll admit that much, but that is where any form of relationship begins and ends. I do not wish to engage in any semblance of intimacy with you. That simply won't change. Thus, some perspective was hopefully obtained here tonight.'

Lena didn't want to admit it, but something like a sucker-punch did nail her in the stomach, and she tried to laugh it all off.

'Right. I mean, you've been clear this whole time, really. Well, except for that dance thing. Got my heart just racing there, didn't ya?'

Amelie's cheeks changed shade just slightly as she glanced away.

'My dancing has such an affect even on me. That is all. It is the language of love. I was enraptured by the craft I thought lost.'

Lena sighed distantly, her face buzzing.

'Then maybe live for that, Luv. Ballet, innit? Get back at it! You're really good! And, um, Gerard liked it lots, too, right? Do it for him as well. Like, in memory of him and stuff.'

Amelie's eyes flickered, and she eventually nodded ever so slowly.

'That…wouldn't be a terrible concept to consider.'

'Just don't give up. Please.'

'Because you "care" about me?'

'Yeah.' Lena answered clearly, making Amelie flinch back subtly. 'But also because you seriously deserve a shot at happiness after what you've been through. That was the main reason I started wanting to help you in the first place. The fact I would totally make sweet love to you given the chance is a new thing, and I'll just forget about that pretty fantasy altogether right here and now! Boom! Gone!' Lena expressively motioned with her hands to indicate an explosion.

'Goodness gracious.' Amelie muttered, giving Lena a small, sideways look. 'You would honestly perform such an act with me if I gave my consent? Truly?'

'Oh, Luv, in a bloody heartbeat; especially now that I'm kinda getting to know the real you.'

Amelie shook her head in confusion, but said nothing more about the topic, which Lena knew she shouldn't take as a hopeful turn of events, but felt a little turn of her heart regardless.

'Anyway, I'm going to do something about this living situation. You don't deserve it. I'll get you back in the lab or something. If we keep you restrained all should be well, right?'

'…Yes. That would be fine.'

'It might take a sec. I'm thinkin' tomorrow at some point, but I'll keep in touch, kay?'

'Yes.'

'Get some sleep here, at least. Bet you're tired.'

'Yes…'

'I'll be back; promise.'

'Yes.'

'Kiss before I go?'

'…No.'

'Aw! Almost had you!'

'Not even close, little girl.'

Lena lingered, but eventually pushed off the bed, sauntering to the door. Amelie was likely done with her. She had overstayed her welcome. She had also made an idiot of herself with this silly frustration and ridiculous crush.

'Tracer…' Amelie stopped sharply. 'L-Lena.' She corrected herself, lowering her face to hide in the shadows.

'Yeah?'

'…Thank-you. I've…I owe much to you.'

'Hah! Well, we both know how you can pay me back, right?'

Amelie bit at her lip, her voice quiet.

'I'll…give it some thought. Perhaps…if it's only once, then I'm sure I could…'

Lena saw the way Amelie shrunk, and then she waved her hands, flustered, excited, and embarrassed all at once.

'No, no, no! T-that's not what I meant! I just meant I want you to be happy. That's all. That's how I know I've helped.'

There was a strange, uncanny silence between the two women, and then Lena dismissed herself with a quick "goodbye", praying she could follow through with her promise. She rested her back on the door to Amelie's cell, and breathed out shakily, her mind in a frenzy. She was having difficulty thinking straight, likely due to her fatigue and sudden arousal that had finally reached a terrible peak.

'Athena,' Lena patched herself through to the A.I. 'What's Reinhardt and Brigitte's status?'

"Both stabilized and currently sleeping. E.T.A. for full recovery ranges between a week to three."

Lena had had every intention of visiting her close comrades, but knew awaking them while they attempted to rest off some of the pain wouldn't be wise. There was nothing for it, and thus, Lena sent a quick message to Jack and Winston outlining her plea for Amelie before finally returning to her private quarters.

Lena turned on a small red lava lamp next to her bed, took a large drink of water, washed her face, and collapsed into her mattress. As she lay, instant sleep tickling her mind suggestively, Lena's hand reached into her pants, and she moaned immediately, having reached a certain level of desire the instant Amelie showed just the slightest hint of giving into Lena's wishes.

'A-ah…' Lena squeaked cutely, her spunky attitude reduced to an overly "girly" submission when interacting with herself or giving in to another in such a way.

Lena tried to place Amelia's hand over her own, envisioning what it would be like to feel the French woman touching her, stroking her, pinching her, and entering her in a variety of imaginative ways.

'Ngh…T-there…' She went on, picturing Amelie looking up from between her legs.

It was too much. Lena's hips raised slightly in the air, rocking up and down as she found her own special place within herself and massaged it aggressively. It was the perfect release to a day full of highs and lows. She needed to ground herself, and she knew by restricting her actions she had only made it worse for Amelie with all the implied talk. The poor woman had enough on her plate, and having the one person she almost trusted to some extent come on to her simply wasn't fair.

But that didn't stop Lena from using her imagination, and utilized it she did. She closed her eyes, biting down on her lower lip, and listened to her own voice moan and groan, her rhythm increasing with every motion until she kicked off her sweatpants and lifted her shirt over her small, perky breasts, massaging them with her free hand while her other supplied the primary source of pleasure.

'Amelie…' Lena hummed, her octave shifting even higher. 'Oh…o-oh…'

At least, after this, she could think a little more clearly around Amelie. She would remain professional from here on. Lena wouldn't deny admiring the woman's beauty from afar, but she wouldn't put her in any more awkward situations. The kiss was too much. What was she thinking? But, then again, it did seem to snap Amelie out of her abyss of torment.

Her lips…were so full and plump. Oh, to feel those lips all over her body. Lena had never experienced such luscious, delicious lips.

'Hah…a-ah…' She was getting very close. Her stomach was pinching pleasantly, and her groin ached lovingly. Her pace quickened, and Lena's hips were swaying furiously, destroying her sheets messily.

'Amelie…Amelie…Em…E-Emily…'

Lena faltered at the thought of her ex, but realigned her pent up frustration and simply shifted her fantasy world so that both Emily and Amelie were engaged with her. Emily's slender, slightly freckled body and her tender, considerate kisses paired with Amelie's otherworldly proportions and tiny waist. They took turns consuming Lena's bodily fluids, and then kissed in front of her, knowing it would send her into oblivion. Their mouths meshed together, saliva and more oozing between their tongues and lips. They began touching one another, seductively staring at Lena as they did so while she went about her personal business.

'Ah…B-bloody hell…! Ahh…! A-ahh…!'

There was no possible way she could hold it in any more. Lena's eyes rolled back, and she gasped over and over, spasms making her hips twitch and her body convulse in conjunction with the release. She collapsed into her bed, completely drained, her climax quite different from ever before in a very, very good way. She breathed out, calming her lungs, and ripped off her shirt, finding more comfort in being completely naked than partially dressed.

"Vocal volume of agent Tracer, a.k.a. Lena Oxton, exceeded pre-set parameters. Checking on agent's status prior to sending aid."

'I-I'm fine, Athena.' Lena groaned in embarrassment.

"Very good. Rest well, agent."

'God…' Lena turned over, mashing her face into her pillow. 'Well, that just happened.'