Pharah

B-b…

Angela's blonde hair was matted and stuck to her perspiring face. Blotches padded out her thinning cheeks, and her lab coat was tearing in various places. She was a mess. She was drained. She was obviously not eating properly. But her eyes were pure and powerful as she stitched up an enormous gash across a little girl's leg. Her voice continued to whisper, almost humming, and despite Angela's state, Fareeha couldn't deny the thought that passed through her mind without a singular filter:

This woman was stunning in every imaginable way.

..zzzt…

'I've seen enough unnecessary death for many lifetimes. This country has been abandoned by its government. The people are crying for help and yet not a single soul will listen. Innocent children die on the streets daily. I…cannot turn my back on these citizens. It is against my very nature.'

B-b…

'You're a curious individual, Fareeha. I dare say my evaluation of you now is quite contrasting when compared to the one I made during our very first encounter.'

'For the better, I would hope.'

'Certainly, for the better.'

…eep…

'We lost her. I attempted to inject nanomachines to help her stomach's damaged tissue and nerves, but her body wouldn't take to them. She was dying. It was the only solution. She wanted me to try. I knew it wouldn't work. The variables were too erratic, and the setting isn't ideal. I don't have the proper tools or assistance, and I don't understand precisely her…her…'

Bzzt.

'A death of any kind is never alright, Fareeha. That is the fundamental problem with this world.'

Beep.

The fact nobody entered the room led Fareeha to believe that Angela desired time alone during such happenings. Fareeha almost left herself, sensing the repelling force from Dr. Ziegler. But instead, she found a fresh tissue and lifted it to the woman's face, dabbing at the tears and forcing her mouth to work.

'I'm sorry.'

'Even with all my power and knowledge…I still can't save those right in front of me at times…'

'But you have saved many, have you not?'

'I have also lost many.'

'You're not a Goddess. You're a human doing more than most.'

'That's hardly saying anything whatsoever.'

Vital…

'You are overjoyed to be part of Overwatch now. If Winston is in charge, and if the government isn't involved, I suppose there is hope. Jack was too emotional and proud. Gabriel was even worse, in a way. Winston is smart, and above all, he doesn't have an ounce of damaging greed in his body. I cannot support Overwatch now, but…I am not ignorant enough to claim it is without its virtues if handled correctly this time.'

'I will do my best to ensure it stays on the path of truth, Dr. Ziegler.'

'I know.' Angela forced a smile, and Fareeha shivered slightly. This woman was dangerous. It was lethal enough that she was intellectually brilliant, but even in her state, Fareeha could recognize a natural beauty as well. Who could resist the good doctor if she cleaned up just a bit? Fareeha doubted many would be capable. 'You are honest to a fault, it would appear. I do not dislike that, but some may attempt to take advantage of such a trait. Be careful, Fareeha.'

'You as well, Dr. Ziegler. This is not a safe country.'

'And that is why I am here.'

…signs…

'How do you do it, Dr. Ziegler? I could last a few days, but…'

'Because I can, Fareeha. It's as simple as that. If I could duplicate myself to help the world over at the expense of my own life's length, I would without a second thought.'

'But…why?'

Angela giggled.

'I already answered your question, Fareeha.'

…not…

'The moment you include humans in any equation, you do not have a stable formula. The variables are ever changing. You know this.'

…detected.

'I think she will be a perfect candidate for the revived Overwatch team, yes.'

Vital…signs…

'I have managed to bury my feelings for now. I suppose it's best I become used to doing that again.'

'Oh…'

'Hm? You do not agree with my method?'

'If I might be frank, it does not seem healthy.'

…not…detected.

'I must look like a fine piece of work.'

'Er…We might have time to purchase some clothes for you tomorrow before departure.'

'That would be ideal.'

'But…You are still every bit the angel I viewed upon our first encounter, Dr. Ziegler, if you do not mind me saying.'

'An overstatement if ever there was one, but that was a rather smooth line. If you were a man, I might be in trouble, no?'

Approx…im…ate…ly…

'The phrase "boyfriend's shirt" comes to mind.' Angela laughed, observing herself in the mirror from various angles. She looked adorable, and what she said only served to push Fareeha into more modes of discomfort.

'Have you ever done such a thing, Fareeha? I imagine you would require a rather larger man to adequately pull off such a look. Someone like Reinhardt?'

'P-perhaps.'

'Is your current significant other capable of providing you with this sensation?'

'I am not currently involved in anything romantic.'

'Ah. We are both women married to our work, then. It is a small wonder I feel a level of comradery with you. How pleasant. We're a rare breed, some might say.'

Fareeha didn't know how to respond. She was happy Angela was seemingly coping with the events from the day before fairly well, but she was also annoyed that the doctor held such a shield about herself emotionally. What was she actually thinking and feeling? Why was Fareeha so curious to the point that she felt ill?

'I've…been on a few dates somewhat recently, but they didn't quite lead to anything substantial.'

'My romantic endeavours from the rather distant past at this point had similar conclusions. I don't really bother anymore. Men are intimidated by me, for the most part, and it makes for strained conversation on both ends no matter what the circumstance. It's hard for me to shut off the "doctor" side of my personality, and I understand that contributes to my inability to find a sound mate. The fact I don't feel the need to be positively appraised by another individual on a regular basis nulls a sense of desperation as well. Overall, at thirty-seven, romance is quite low on the list of priorities.'

Fareeha observed Angela shrug, a knot forming in the younger woman's throat. Why was this conversation causing her such anxiety? Did she feel sorry for Dr. Ziegler? Did she simply not know how to reply? Fareeha opened her mouth, feeling the dryness of it suddenly.

'That…is quite the loss to men everywhere, one could say.'

One…hundred…

'Oh? I saw a black pair that made me think of you in that corner. Is that odd?' Angela turned to pay, and Fareeha was thankful for it, because she knew her face was burning. It was just admiration. It was simply being star-struck. It would all change by the end of the day. There was no point imagining anything other than being acquaintances was transpiring. Angela was known for her selflessness and kindness. Fareeha was just another patient. Her emotions were behaving erratically because of the way her life had been so completely flipped within such a short period of time. That's all any of this was.

…sixty…

'If…if you need someone to talk to during our stay…er…I am available.'

'That may very well be a necessity on occasion. Who knows?'

It was ambiguous and kind, so what more could Fareeha expect?

Angela visibly seemed to shake off the brief moment of vulnerability and reequipped her mask of undaunting prowess.

'Either way, you have already proven a better date than any I've had in the past, so, there's that, at the very least.'

'Really? Then I am afraid you have had terrible luck.'

'I wouldn't say that. You just happen to be an agreeable person, as far as I am concerned.'

…eight…

'What girl doesn't enjoy purchasing some tastefully expensive pieces of fabric for none to see but herself?'

'By choice.'

'We can certainly go with that.'

'I doubt almost any man could resist you, Angela. You must know this by now.'

'And you also know that my expectations as well as standards are rather colossal. Thus, I'm looking forward to my spinning days once I am unable to move about the world as I am now.' Angela paused, touching her lips playfully with her index finger. 'Unless you're willing to humour me with your company should I get lonely at night from here on out.'

'I-I could never…'

'Surely.'

…minor to…lethal…

'Careful. You must allow it to heal; surely you know this. I can't imagine it's your first time being injured thus.'

'Of course not.'

'Then take care of yourself; doctor's orders.'

'Fine…'

'Good girl.'

'I'm not a child.'

'Oh, I am quite aware of that.'

…puncture wounds…

'Ah! I believe I've got it!'

'Pardon?'

'Pharah. What do you think?'

'Pharah?'

'It's a mixture of the word pharaoh and your name, Fareeha. Rather appropriate, wouldn't you say? At once, it is somewhat soft sounding, but at the same time, the word pharaoh itself carries weight and respect. You are in control of the power you wield, like a good king or, in this case, pharaoh. You are also quite regal, if you don't mind me saying. I admire the dignified way you carry yourself. I personally think we have a winner.'

'Pharah…' Fareeha repeated the alias, and she would admit that her heart was skipping a beat. She connected with the name, and her cheeks pinched with excitement. Angela Ziegler had thought of it, and her reasoning was beyond flattering.

'Yes. I…I really like that.'

…detected.

'Jack doesn't seem to doubt that.' Angela stepped forward, touching Jack on the chest and pushing him back into the chair he had been sitting in. She took hold of his face and gripped it tightly, from what Fareeha could see. The proximity between the two Overwatch agents was almost embarrassing, but Fareeha couldn't look away.

'Hold still.' Angela demanded, and Jack groaned in frustration.

'I'm fine.'

'I highly doubt that. From what I've heard, you've been very busy.'

'Just doin' what no one else will.'

'And now you're here.'

'…Didn't have a choice.'

'So it would seem.'

'And you?'

'A similar conclusion.'

Fareeha should've been in awe, but she was just becoming more irritable with every passing minute. She was being ridiculous, especially considering what she had just stated. Her mother would be ashamed of such lack of emotional control. But she just couldn't…

Raptora armour…

Fareeha would die here. She would never make her mark in Overwatch. She would never live up to her mother's legendary status. She would never look into Angela's beautiful eyes again or hear her teasing, attractive voice.

'Oh, God…' Fareeha gasped, gripping at her chest. The emotions were overwhelming her, and the realization of what they potentially meant gave her immediate pause.

…damaged…

'On a scale from one to ten, how do you feel?'

'One…being bad?'

'Yes.'

'…Four.'

'Truly?'

'Yes.'

'You're stubborn. I would certainly say at least a three or two. You're barely conscious. You should rest. I will watch over you.'

'I know…but…'

'But what?'

'…I don't want to lose you again.'

'P-Pardon?'

'I…couldn't stop thinking about you when I was fighting. I…think – '

'I think you're delusional right now.'

' – you're beautiful…'

'I…appreciate that, Fareeha. Although, I just woke up, so, I suppose you truly are seeing things through a skewed vision of delirium due to the pain. We'll remedy that hastily.'

'It's funny…Because, right now, I don't think…I've ever thought you were more beautiful…'

…beyond…

'There has been quite a bit to do since we arrived. Your basic training and rank measuring needed to be completed…and now re-evaluated.'

'Oh…'

'In a good way, Fareeha. Your accomplishments are being recognized.'

'Oh!'

'Yes. Yes. I reviewed the reports myself, and I wouldn't be shocked if your rank went up. Your responsibilities and consideration for leading your own missions will certainly be presented before Winston, Jack, and the rest of Overwatch's leaders.'

'I see.'

'Your mother would be very proud.'

'You think?'

'Yes. I'm very proud.'

'T-thank-you.'

…repair.

'Angela?'

'Fine. Yes. Everything is fine.'

'Your face is…a little red, Angela.'

'It could be a cold. Perhaps. Yes. Perhaps that's precisely what it is. I better return to my quarters for the moment. A rather large mission is approaching, and I may be needed. There is a call button on your bed. Please use it should you need anything. Breakfast will be brought to you soon. I…I will speak with you later.'

'Angela!'

'Yes…?'

'Um…if it is alright with you…And I hope I am not imposing…but when I am able, might I…er…treat you to a drink…A-as thank-you for treating me so well in my time of need?'

'I would like that very much. Yes.'

Multiple…

Was it love? Fareeha couldn't say quite yet. But she could certainly submit to the very reality that she was, at the very least, interested in Angela. And she was interested in having something more than simple friendship with the older woman. It's why she had gathered all the courage she had and asked Angela on what could very well be interpreted as a "date".

But that was all a matter of perspective, and even Fareeha wasn't foolish enough to assume Angela could be aware of her intentions. Fareeha barely knew her own intentions. All she knew was that she wanted to spend more time with Angela to figure her own feelings out and proceed from there.

It was insanity. Angela Ziegler was a world-famous doctor that could, quite realistically, have whoever she wanted in her life romantically. She had chosen to not see anybody for so many years, so, why did Fareeha think she even had a figment of a chance? She didn't. But that also didn't mean she wouldn't try, at the very least. Fareeha had learned, quite the hard way, that not even trying could lead to a world of regrets. She would never make that mistake again.

…fragments…

'So, yeah, if – when you're better, of course – you want to maybe spend some time together, like, get a drink or something like that, then I would be honoured to have your company.'

'So…that would be a "date", right? A…romantic outing between two people? What you just asked me is undoubtedly a proposal to go on a date with you?'

Bradley laughed again, rubbing the back of his neck.

'Well, yeah, I guess you could say that, Fareeha. You ever been on a date before? You almost make it sound totally foreign to you.'

'It isn't. I was just curious.' Fareeha tried not to smile. So, Angela had agreed to her request when it was so obviously a date? No. Maybe not. It was different between persons of the same sex still. She couldn't make any assumptions. No matter how far society had come, even Fareeha knew it was still not quite normal yet for two individuals of the same sex to be involved with one another in such a way. Fareeha had a feeling it would never really be completely "normal" somehow.

'So…?'

'No, thank-you. I don't think that is a good idea.'

'…Really?'

'Yes. Really.'

'Wow. I…definitely misread something.'

'You did? How?'

'I just thought…Huh. Maybe we had a connection?'

'We are comrades, yes. We share the same heritage as well. I like you as friend, there is no doubt about that either.'

'Right. Right. So, you have a boyfriend already?'

'I do not. However, I think I am interested in somebody, and that is why I would rather not risk jeopardizing that potential relationship just yet.'

…imbedded within…agent.

And yet now, at thirty-two, well into her womanhood, Fareeha finally felt something like a spark of intrigue that expanded beyond passing curiosity. Her, admittedly, limited imagination was being tested, and she pictured Angela close to her, their faces mere inches apart, so close she could feel the other woman's breath. Did she want to kiss her? Was that truly what Fareeha desired? Angela's lips looked so soft and full. Her blue eyes were like the purest aquamarines Fareeha had ever seen. Her body was slender but shapely in all the right places, practically sculpted by the gods of lore.

'Mmm…'

If given the opportunity, would Fareeha be willing to hold Angela's beautiful face in her hands and tell her how much she adored her? Could Fareeha slowly peel off the doctor's lab coat, skirt, blouse, and underwear to reveal her feminine form? Would Fareeha be capable of drawing pleasure from Angela's soft, pale skin, her modest but pleasing chest, and her slender legs? How did two women make love exactly?

'A-ah…'

Right. Perhaps that was a silly question. Fareeha was a woman as well. Although that didn't give her all the answers she needed, she had a better grasp of what to do than when placed before a man's wishes. A woman would like to be touched and eased into the exchange. Fareeha would start by kissing Angela softly, and then, as that kiss grew more intense, she would caress the other girl, learning where and how she liked to be pleasured by the way her voice moaned through her throat.

'Hah…h-hah…'

What sort of voice would Angela have in the heat of the moment? It would surely be adorable. She would resist giving herself over completely, for she seemed proud, like Fareeha, but the Egyptian had confidence she could convince the doctor otherwise.

'Ung…'

The images in Fareeha's brain escalated alongside her own rhythmic allowance. She had rarely engaged in such an act of self relief, but she couldn't stop herself now. She could almost feel Angela's naked form beneath her own, their bodies pressed together and lips passionately embracing one another. They wanted nothing but pleasure for their respective partner, and Fareeha bit down hard on her lip, her body still aching, but her desires suddenly hurting even more so.

'Angela…Angela…' Fareeha gasped, a current of ecstasy overtaking her abdomen, circulating downward.

Legs…

'But what if you don't come back? What if I never see you again?'

'It is the reality of my job, Fareeha. I'm sorry. It's why I distance myself so adamantly. It's why I attempted to do the same with you…and somehow failed along the way.'

Fareeha wanted to say it right there. She wasn't sure of her feelings exactly, but she felt compelled to say it as the potential she was starting to see began to crumble around her.

I care about you.

But she couldn't. It didn't feel right. It didn't feel fair. And thus, she endowed her military training and nodded slowly.

'…Fine. We both failed in that regard, it seemed.'

'Kindred spirituality has a way of working past our personal preferences. I must go…'

Fareeha's face buzzed, but she relented.

'I'll…miss you.' She pushed the words out. She could admit that much, at the very least.

'I'll miss you, too, Fareeha. Very much.'

Pelvis…

"Fareeha. I am about to head out into Saint Petersburg to help subdue the crisis the omnics and Talon have created. I will be fighting in the frontlines, more than likely, and will not be able to communicate with you again for quite some time. Thus, I thought I would quickly write you and tell you that I am hoping you are doing well. Ideally, I will be returning sooner rather than later. A nice, warm drink together sounds rather nice amidst this frightfully cold weather. I am also thinking of you…quite a bit. Odd, isn't it?"

Stomach…

'Angela may have fought the way she did partially because of this bond she feels with you. It's the only explanation that somewhat makes sense. Zenyatta here said as much, anyway. I think it's a bit farfetched myself.' Jack continued to explain, and Zenyatta stepped in finally.

'Her thoughts were in confused turmoil prior to the mission. Her emotions so raw that I could vividly see the colours emanating from her soul. I offered words of encouragement, and she was, perhaps, fortified to contact that very source of muddled contemplation. Thus, the message soon delivered thereafter, one may assume.'

'You're special to her.' Ana concluded. 'And after the initial medical work is done in private, we want you to be the one to watch over Angela as she recovers. It's all we can offer our friend when every other method has been exhausted.'

Chest…

'I'm here…Angela.'

'Hm.'

'Angela…!'

'We're…quite the pair…aren't we?'

'Y-yes. Yes, we are. But…shouldn't you rest?'

'Quite. However, resting would mean…missing this chance.'

'Chance?'

'To see you…of course…'

The comment brought to Fareeha a wave of joy that coursed through her entire body. She couldn't respond right away, and her mouth hung open awkwardly.

'Although I suppose…it might be just me.'

'N-no. I mean, I just…don't know sometimes.' Fareeha started, gathering her courage and thoughts. 'I…I wanted to see you, too. That's what I meant to say.'

'Oh…Quite…the effect…'

'Effect?'

'It is…nothing.'

'May I get you anything? Are you hungry? Thirsty?'

'I am…rather thirsty, but my body…'

'It's fine.' Fareeha stood up, rushing to the fridge and extracting a fresh bottle of water from it. She twisted off the cap, and sat back down, holding the beverage with a vice grip and shuffling in just a little closer. 'Is it okay?' She asked, indicating that she was willing to serve Angela as needed.

'Please…'

Fareeha tried not to become fixated on the woman's alluring lips, and diverted her focus, touching Angela's chin gently and easing the water in. She could see Angela's neck swallowing, and again, it was a strange point of interest for the young woman attempting to assist.

Suddenly, however, Angela's nanomachines kicked in once more, and she twitched, causing some water to splash over her. Fareeha quickly used her hand to wipe the remnants up, feeling the warmth of Angela's skin returning just so.

'How…embarrassing.'

'It's fine. Really. You've been through quite the ordeal.'

'I couldn't…let you have all the fun, could I?'

'I would've rather you did, Angela.'

'At this point…I might have to agree with you.'

'I'm glad you seem to be doing well.'

'Yes. I'm past the worst of it…it seems. I will need to do some work on my body, however, for…for I can tell I've lost a great deal of my…healing capabilities…for the moment.'

Fareeha loved talking with Angela, but she could tell the woman was pushing herself, and she couldn't continue to be greedy.

'No, Fareeha. I want you here. It…it helps.'

'Am I so obvious?'

'Very.'

'Then I will stay.'

'Please do.'

A beat, but then Angela turned her face so she could look directly at Fareeha. Their eyes met, and there was a silent exchange Fareeha herself couldn't hear. She wondered if Angela could. The other woman began speaking, regardless.

'A favour…for the dying?'

'Don't talk like that.'

'My apologies. A crude…joke.'

'But yes. Anything within my power.'

'I…do need to rest, it seems.'

'Good girl.'

'However…Might you…simply rest your hand…on my shoulder as I do so?'

'I-I can.'

'Subconsciously knowing you're here…it will help, as the others have likely ascertained…based on your presence…'

'I'm not going anywhere.'

'Heheh…Thank-you…'

'Of course. It's nothing.'

'It's not…nothing. It's deserving…of a reward, one might say…'

'Being able to comfort you in your time of need is reward enough for me.'

'Ever the charmer…Here is another gift for your service, however. A piece of honesty…from a woman who tries to hide such things so…'

'Angela…?'

'It's only fair, and I am feeling somewhat…as delirious, perhaps…'

'I don't understand, Angela.'

'I don't either, to be…perfectly honest. But…I shall admit this, at least, yes?' Angela cracked her eyes open one last time before giving her body over to rest and recovery for hours more. 'I also…think…you're beautiful.'

Arms…

'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.'

'My…You flatter me…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.'

'You would make a very attractive knight, I suspect.'

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

'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?'

'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?'

'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.'

'I-I see.'

Head…

'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?'

'How should I feel, Angela?'

No response.

'Fareeha…'

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

'It is quite alright. 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. You should rest.'

'Yes…I suppose.'

'Goodnight, Angela.'

'Goodnight…'

'Sleep well.'

'I'm sure I will.'

'A-Angela…!?'

'Forgive me…Conclusion: I care about you so very, very deeply.'

Agent…

And yet, when she thought the night was over, and she was rewarded enough with the mere opportunity to carry Angela (like the princess she was in Fareeha's mind) back to her room, Fareeha was satisfied. Did her chest ache somewhat from the possible fact that she and Angela may only stay friends? Of course. She was past the point of attempting to deny what she felt. But she cared about Angela so much that her happiness and comfort is what mattered, at the end of the day.

Perhaps that's why what Angela did just before Fareeha was about to leave took her mind to a euphoric place she didn't know existed. A kiss. Angela kissed her. Fareeha thought she knew what it meant to kiss someone. She was wrong. The moment – the second – Fareeha felt Angela's lips on her own, a surge of electricity fueled by affection jolted her to the core. When Angela's mouth began to open as Fareeha held her slender waist she, perhaps shamefully, considered how she was going to somehow navigate the unknown world of making love to another woman, because Fareeha wanted to. She truly did. So enraptured was she by Angela that having any form of caution seemed completely ludicrous.

Ph-Ph…

'You joined Overwatch even though I told you not to. I am not angry about that. No. I had my apprehensions, but Angela spoke very highly of you. Very highly. What choice did I have but to take her words as truth, for I'm something of a genius, but her abilities extend beyond brilliance measurable. Granted, I put up a stink, as my pride always does. However, I toiled her words in my mind, and decided the coward's way wouldn't be my way again.'

'Angela…'

'You and she have developed an incredible friendship. Incredible because I've never seen that woman connect with or care about someone like she does you. Obviously, she is a wonderful individual, ever challenging science in the attempt to better humanity's quality of life, but there has always – always – been a barrier around her heart and personal life. All of us are pleased to see she has found a true friend she seems to trust and respect. I don't know how you did it, but I certainly encourage the comradery. I know how important such relations can be.'

Fareeha nodded silently. Talking with her mother again was nothing short of wonderful, and she knew it was best not to hold a grudge, no matter how natural it would be to do. She simply wanted to value the reality Ana was, in fact, alive. She wasn't a child anymore. She wouldn't act like one. Ana was obviously human, too, and in a bizarre way, it was somewhat nice to know she was flawed at times as well.

'Angela…is very important to me.'

…ar…

'My apologies.' Angela mumbled.

'For what?'

'For suggesting I wanted you anywhere but by my side in this moment.'

Fareeha's hands went to Angela's arms.

'So, it wasn't a mistake?'

'Goodness no. I meant it when I said I cared about you, Fareeha. But…I am also rather unsure how to proceed. You see, I have never reciprocated feelings such as these before.'

'I am not exactly an expert either, but…'

'Oh, my! You're positively adorable!'

'I'm not. Stop it.'

'You're trying not to smile profusely! Heheh!'

'It's…impossible to prevent it. Ugh!'

'Hahah! Are you that pleased at the prospect of being with me?'

…ah.

'Of course, I am!' Fareeha admitted, heat filling her cheeks. 'How could I not be? All I hear is how you've locked your heart away and how you've never entertained more than one date with a man. What hope did I dare to have when these feelings took me over? The girl that always seemed so far away, on another plain of existence altogether, for whatever reason humours the idea of being in some kind of relationship with me!? I fear what form of balance my life will demand to level the joy my heart resonates this very second.'

Agent Phar…

'You can talk to me, Fareeha. It's what I want. I always wish to hear your thoughts.'

'My…mother approached me last night.'

'Pardon!?'

'Y-yes. She's alive…it would seem.'

'Oh, Fareeha. How are you doing? Please, do not hold back on my account. No amount of fatigue could prevent me from being here for you. Goodness, Ana. I told her to reveal herself sooner rather than later.'

'It's fine. I'm fine.' Fareeha shook her head, grinning crookedly. 'She explained herself. I'm trying to understand what she was going through. It's…not easy, I'll admit, but knowing she's okay, well, that helps.'

'You are showing your maturity, Ms. Amari. It's rather beautiful.' Angela encouraged, moving her hand from Fareeha's and stroking her arm until she could feel the woman's lovely skin prickling from the touch. 'But frustration and anger are allowed as well, so long as they are harnessed with that same level-headedness. Why, conducting my work on Widowmaker, for example, somewhat tested my emotions as well.'

'Hm? How so? Has she hurt one of your loved ones as well?'

'Quite! She hurt you, in a sense, did she not?'

'O-oh. Really?'

'This is not a one-sided fancy, Fareeha. How might I convince you of that? I admire your courage. Your independence. Your work ethic. Your consideration for others. I think you're simply a specimen of universal aesthetic appeal. Your hair.' Angela combed through the black strands with her fingers. 'Your eyes. Your mouth. Heh. Your chin.'

'My chin?'

'It's very powerful in appearance. I very much adore it.'

'You flatter me…'

…ah.

'I-I'm…lacking an undergarment at the moment…' She blushed, grinning slyly but so clearly nervous and excited at once.

'A lucky turn of events for me, then.'

'I've never…W-well, you are aware. I understand the procedure well enough, and yet, I am quite anxious.'

'Then we don't go further than this for now, Angela. I do not mind. There will always be time later.'

'As always, your consideration remains lovely, but I do believe it's time I allow something of this nature to transpire in my life; especially when my feelings for you only seem to be growing with this pleasing interaction. The first time I saw your body, Fareeha, I'll admit, I found it very intriguing. It stirred a sensation in me I hadn't experienced before.'

'A-ah…'

'Naughty, naughty, Fareeha Amari. I rather like such adorable sounds. Please do not muffle them.'

Had a man ever brought such sensations? Was Fareeha truly ever putty in their hands? Did she ever have to restrain her longings with as much dedication as this moment demanded? Hardly. Not at all. Not even a little.

Not…

'Ah…H-hah…'

'Just…tell me when to stop.'

Closer. Closer. She was so smooth.

'O-oh…Fareeha…Are you…?'

There.

'Mm! Hmph…Mm! Ngh…U-uh…Hah…hah…Mm…' Angela's hips moved within Fareeha's touch, but her tone had altered suddenly, and Fareeha became hyper aware of the strange shift.

'Hah…' Angela parted from Fareeha out of seemingly nowhere, her brow wetter than Fareeha thought, and her breaths wheezing out of her. She grabbed hold of Fareeha's wrists, and groaned in seeming pain, causing panic to the other girl. When had this change occurred? How hadn't Fareeha noticed?

'Angela? Are you alright?'

…responding.

'Thinking back, I'm almost guaranteed to be approached this time as well, considering the consistency of such interactions from the past.'

'Did you ever take any of them up on their offers?'

'Well, it's nothing I haven't told you before. I entertained an outing or two following presentations such as this one, but they never extended beyond that. Ah! In fact, I had one brave soul attempt to take me directly back to his hotel room. That was his idea of a date, apparently. He was somewhat fetching, so perhaps that's why, but I ended it right then and there. I recall the look on his face clearly.'

'Heh. I can imagine.'

'The only person that has been even slightly sexually active with me, Fareeha…is you.'

Final…

'Is everything alright, Angela?'

'I just…I want to be with you…'

'I'm right here.'

'I wish to feel you. All of you.'

'All of…?'

…check.

'God…Angela…Oh…O-oh…!'

B-b…

'What you did for me today, Ms. Amari, made me want to do this.'

'Really…?'

'Quite. Because it also made me realize something very important.'

'O-oh?'

'It's nothing to be concerned about. However, I do hesitate to tell you. It's a frightening claim, I'll have you aware; especially for me.'

'Can you tell me?'

'I love you.'

'Um…Pardon?'

'Fareeha Amari, I'm in love with you. I love you. I truly, honestly do. You…are everything I could ever want in a partner, friend, and lover. It took thirty-seven years, but I can earnestly say, with no semblance of doubt in my mind, that it was inarguably worth every second of delay.'

'Angela…!'

'Perhaps I am making the claim a touch prematurely in some eyes, but I care not. What I feel cannot be denied. It…terrifies me, but I won't allow that to hurt you again. I only wish to make you as happy as you make me, and thus, I could only think to start with this; a moment interrupted now fulfilled.'

'No. Not yet.'

'Fareeha…'

…zzt.

'That was wonderful. You were so charming and kind. I felt you in every act, and it only made the event ever the more lovely. I couldn't have asked for better for my first time, Fareeha.'

'It…seemed so natural for me, surprisingly. I was comfortable doing anything I could for you, and I easily understood what you wanted as we went along. Heheh. I enjoyed being with you very, very much.'

'Was my service…acceptable?'

'I didn't last long, did I?'

'I am not sure.'

'Trust me; I don't think it's ever happened so quickly for me. Never with a man. Sometimes not even with myself.'

'Oh? You do such things, Fareeha?'

'You don't?'

'When I was younger and as curious as ever, I suppose, but I can't recall since.'

'Unbelievable.'

'The thought of you performing the act of masturbation is rather arousing, I must admit.'

'Angela! Do you have to be so blunt?'

'Hm? Is that the incorrect term?'

'Well, no, but still…'

'Ah! You are embarrassed. That seems reasonable, but it's only me.'

'True. Very true.'

There was a calming silence between the two women, the warmth of one another's body soothing, and the completed acts between them causing fatigue and the urge to rest within a gentle embrace. Fareeha's eyelids were weighing her down even then, and for a split second, she feared she would awake from this dream that she couldn't simply accept as her present reality.

'You never responded to me, by the by, Ms. Amari.'

'Hm?'

'I do not expect you to have the exact same feelings, but where you stand in relation to me would be nice to know.'

'Oh!' Fareeha couldn't believe she forgot to actually answer the doctor verbally. It was an emotion she had harboured for what felt like forever, and saying it aloud just didn't cross her mind since she felt it was worn on her sleeve at all times. Still, Angela clearly needed some form of response, and Fareeha stroked her pretty blonde hair as she smiled wide, her cheeks hurting she was so full of unfiltered happiness.

'Angela, my princess, I am quite certain I've been in love since the moment I first lay eyes on you.'

B-b…

'Fareeha isn't only my bodyguard, I might add. I am quite proud to say she is my girlfriend as well.'

…eep.

'What was that for?'

'What have you done to me, Fareeha Amari?'

'I'm afraid I'll need more context.'

'I can hardly stand the sight of you conversing with a relatively attractive male! Jealousy. Envy. Possessiveness. I was consumed by them all. It physically hurt my chest the more I observed. He was clearly smitten with you, and it took everything in my power not to intercept the interaction more aggressively than I would ever dream. Really. It was absolutely vexing! I've never felt such things! It's frustrating!'

'He's decent looking enough, but I have zero interest, Angela. My eyes only wish to look at you with any form of affection.'

'I'm sure that's true…However, the reality is that I shall never be capable of taking you as a man could. There's an exponential difference between what I am capable of and what the opposite sex is capable of. It has always been on my mind, to a degree, but this "friend" of yours truly drove the fact home, and the more I fall for you, the more problematic it somehow becomes.'

'Angela…Truthfully, I find much more comfort in playing something of a "male" oriented role in our relationship than I ever did submitting in any way to someone like him.'

'Pardon?'

'Um…'

'You've slept with that man?'

'He…was my first, I guess.'

'I see.' Angela responded quietly. 'I see.'

'Are you upset?'

'I…am. I am. But…only because I love you so much, I am assuming. Yes. I am…hating the fact you have been with others romantically besides myself. Seeing someone personally who has bedded you…is so…utterly…Forgive me.' Angela uttered between tiny sobs. 'I'm being so unreasonable. Hah…' She exhaled long and deeply. 'The matters of the heart prove to be ever so challenging. Logistically, I have no…no grounds to stand on. I'm being perfectly irrational. But…b-but on the other hand…'

Angela whipped around and wrapped her arms around Fareeha, squeezing her as tightly as her slender build could manage.

'You're mine!'

'I'm not going anywhere, Angela. Your side is where I wish to remain as long as you let me.'

'…Affirmative.' She answered meekly. 'And I'm sorry…again.'

Bzzt.

She was that important already. What Fareeha felt for Angela was on par with her feelings for her mother and the reality that she had been killed. If she lost Angela…The thought was mortifying. She was already her best friend. She had never been more honest and comfortable with anyone in her life. They had made love, and it was perfect.

Beep.

Blood was pooling within a grotesque hole that had been caked to her blonde mane. It was above her left eye. The bleeding wasn't stopping. Fareeha's suit was getting soaked from the other end of the wound as well. A puncture wound that penetrated Angela's head? Her skull? Her…brain?

Fareeha frantically ripped a piece of Angela's dress from the base and applied as much pressure as her weakened state could.

No. No. No. No. No. No…!

'Angela?' Fareeha sobbed. 'Angela…?'

A white, shattering, ear-piercing ringing made Fareeha wince.

'Angela…!'

And the angel's small breaths ceased altogether.

Bzzt.

'Are…you going to be okay, Angela…?'

'In the moment, I do believe so.'

'But…?'

'Heh. But…I may have a troubling future. Moira could make an educated guess…almost immediately. And I suppose our friend Zenyatta…has gathered some form of insight upon…caring for me.'

'W-what is it?' Fareeha clenched her fists, waiting for the blow.

The following pause almost made her crumble, but once more, Zenyatta's voice was like that of the gentlest Gods in any form of lore.

'Angela Ziegler's body is decaying from within. While her age appears stagnant, her inner workings are displaying signs of fatigue and strain like none I have ever witnessed. These "nanomachines" utilize a form of energy similar to that of an omnic, and due to this, I can somewhat adequately communicate with them as though they were something of a singular entity. They are tired. They are breaking down. They cannot keep up with Angela Ziegler's demands for much longer.'

No more. Please, no more.

'Put simply, with every "revive", Angela Ziegler is willingly giving up her life to save another. Such an act can only demand a similarly devastating toll.'

This isn't real. It can't be.

'I have heard legends of a Goddess capable of resurrecting a small group of soldiers from the very edge of destruction. You have since made claim of being unable to perform such miracles any further. However, I suspect you may have determined the demands of such a feat, and have since re-evaluated what you should and should not enact accordingly. How many years does such an interruption of Fate's work cost you, Angela Ziegler?'

Years? Fate? Toll? Cost? No. No. No. No.

Beep.

'You…are the first I've told of this. I ask you keep it between us, if you would be so kind.'

Fareeha nodded, wondering what else Angela could tell her beyond her shortening lifespan that could be so secret. As Angela prepared to go on, the tears were already pouring from her ocean-blue eyes, and the pain they personified clawed into Fareeha's chest. Angela was breaking before she even began, and Fareeha wasn't even sure she was permitted to touch her hand or anything she seemed so dishevelled.

'H-hah…I'm sorry. I…I had a sister growing up. Her name…w-was Gloria. She was…everything to me in a tumultuous upbringing that attempted to govern my every waking hour…'

A sister!?

'I lost her. I-if I had taken my lessons in earnest up until that point…I could have… I could have saved her, I'm sure. I could save her now. But I lost her, and…it's the grandest failure and regret…of my life. Thus, and it hurts me to say this, Fareeha, because you're the only person in the world who has come even close to changing my mind, I will never – never – turn a blind eye from someone in need. I owe it to the world. I owe it…to my sweet…loving Gloria…'

'I…didn't know.'

'Of course, you didn't. I've wiped such information from existence. Very few key persons in my life are aware of my past. I wish to keep it that way. If Moira knew…if any of our enemies knew just how weak I become in the face of such truths…I fear how it would be used against me.'

'Yet…you tell me.'

'Fareeha. Since our first interactions I felt something akin to that emotion I held for only my late sister. That feeling has since grown and evolved into something only the restrictive word "love" can hope to contain even partially. Gloria…will always have a place in my heart, and none have ever threatened that space…until you. If I were to lose you, I doubt I would recover again.'

'Then understand that I feel the same for you, Angela. Please, please do not put yourself at risk anymore. I…I won't stop you from reviving others at the expense of your own life. How could I now? But I already submitted a request to speak with Jack personally. You can't be expected to perform such a risk ever again.'

Angela gripped Fareeha's hand, understanding coming over her as she leaned in, resting her forehead against the other woman's softly.

'Understood, Fareeha. You're…quite right. I would be a hypocrite to deny you this request. I would never forgive myself if I put you through a semblance of what I endured due to the loss of Gloira. Y-yes. Understood, Fareeha. My best friend. My perfect lover. My knight…in shining, Raptora armour.'

Sending…final…log…

'What's this?'

'Nothing at all…I'm just quite pleased to be with you. I missed you profusely.'

'The feeling is mutual, Angela. They are making use of my suit and abilities, let me tell you.'

'That's good though, I suppose. This was your dream.'

'Part of it, yes. A little more than a quarter of what I want from life right now.'

'Oh? Do tell what the other parts of the equation are.'

'A life with you, mostly.'

'My! Is that a proposal?'

'Hm. Not yet. It's still a little early for that, isn't it?'

Angela bit at her lip.

'It is. Very much so.'

'You have made me very proud, Fareeha. Have I told you that recently?'

'You may have…'

'I don't think so. I suspect you don't wish to make a spectacle of your achievements, but they are to be commended. To rise to the Master class so hastily upon recently joining Overwatch. Why, few can claim such success. Save another doctor or two, or perhaps pull a team of agents through a second, seemingly impossible challenge and you may stand with the rest of the leaders as a Grandmaster sooner rather than later. Although, they only allow ten Grandmasters at a time, for the pay increase is quite impressive.'

'Yes. It is a great accomplishment. You are the one at this table who should be admired first and foremost.'

'I was gifted from a young age, Fareeha. There's a difference. I harnessed my natural abilities, and the results were to be expected with any amount of effort on my part. True, I dedicated my life to my research, and thus, I was rewarded, but the foundation was there from birth. I was lucky.'

'My mother is a legendary sniper. Her battle instincts rest within me. I can feel them. We're not so different.'

'But your success is due to your selflessness, bravery, and strength; all of which you have consciously and committedly developed. That is why I am proud. That is why I look upon you and am filled with unparalleled joy for having such a woman as my partner.'

'…I am glad only because it means we are not so far apart.'

Angela shook her head with a sigh, smiling.

'I love you very much, Fareeha. Shall we simply leave it at that?'

'I would appreciate it.'

'And…?'

'I love you, too…'

'Stay…'

'I am not going anywhere.'

'Stay with me, Fareeha…'

'I intend to.'

Fareeha Amari. Codename: Pharah…Deceased.

Final…image log…sent.

A sinking, crippled hand engulfed in red reaching up…up…up…

…praying for the angel to take it.