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Red. The first colour she registered upon awakening. It had been some time since she recognized such a gift. It felt longer than actuality, however. Lena breathed out through her nose, grinning goofily to herself. She reflected briefly on the night before, and while some lingering apprehensions regarding Widow attempted to thwart her current bliss, she found enough contentment in her present status to fend off the thoughts.

Speaking of which…

Lena glanced to her other side, where the sniper had been, and realized the disappointment to be real when the area was vacant.

'She's taking a shower.' Emily mumbled groggily.

'Oh! That's good.' Lena jumped, not realizing the girl was awake partially.

'Can barely hear her otherwise. She can move without a sound, huh?'

'Well, she's technically one of the world's greatest assassins still…'

'Ooo. Dangerous.'

'The way you like it?' Lena brought Emily close, their legs becoming entangled under the sheets.

'A little.'

They kissed, and Lena held their lips just barely apart, feeling the light brush of Emily's mouth. No more had to be said. Lena glanced in the direction of the washroom, and then back down at Emily, the young woman nodding subtly, nibbling a little on her bottom lip.

'I'll be back safe and sound before you know it.'

'Mm-mm.' Emily rubbed her body against Lena, and it was more than enough. She reached around and behind the girl, massaging her backside and squeezing the plump flesh contained in dainty pink panties, the lace teasing all on its own. Her fingers pressed in between Emily's legs, the warmth inviting and pushing Lena further.

'I'll miss you…' Emily whispered, kissing Lena's ear the way she knew she liked it.

'I'll miss you, too…' Lena answered lowly, deep inside Emily now, her rocking hips upon the time traveler's hand erotically performed.

'H-hah…' Emily moaned. 'More…'

'You got it, Luv.' Lena turned, using both her hands – from behind and the front – to please her girlfriend. The act was simple but incredible in its own right, the intimacy and trust built over quite some time obvious in the way both young women embraced the other.

'I-I'm gonna cum, Lena…' Emily uttered naughtily, knowing Lena enjoyed it when she said such things. 'Ah…a-ah….'

Lena would never tire of the way a woman's body clenched so tightly when pushed to the edge of pleasure, and this moment was no different. Emily bit at Lena's collar, her groin twitching as her nails dug into her girlfriend's back. Widow had reacted similarly, although her sheer strength made Lena almost buckle under the pressure.

They parted, Emily's tempting chest heaving as she breathed deeply, recovering from the morning romp.

'Your turn?' She asked with evident excitement.

Lena was surprised by her own apprehensions. She was aroused, naturally, but it felt wrong with Widow in the washroom nearby. Why it was "wrong" exactly wasn't as clear as Lena would prefer, but Emily caught the physical rhetoric as if looking for it, flipping onto her back and pulling her shirt back over her pretty form.

'I talked to her last night.' Emily was mad. Well, maybe not mad. Definitely annoyed though. It was her fault for being so in tune with how other people felt based on the tiniest hints.

'Amelie?'

'Yep.'

'Guess I slept through it.' Lena leaned on her elbow next to her girlfriend, touching her leg and stroking it with purpose, wanting to make up for her lapse in judgement.

'I found her on the balcony. She was having trouble sleeping. Can you guess why?'

Was this a test? Lena moved in a little closer, her arm against Emily's, the girl returning the light petting, her touches moving closer and closer to the lining of material that concealed Lena's building desire.

'Because of what we all did?'

'Got it, Luv.'

'Right…' Of course. Even Lena knew it was a longshot for Widow to come out of such a thing unscathed. She had been through too much not to be affected in someway.

'She's fine; don't worry. She really enjoyed it, actually.'

'Yeah?' Lena perked up, the relief too much.

'…Yeah.' Emily's stroking stopped, and she sat cross-legged on the bed. 'Lena?'

'What?'

Emily turned, her gorgeous hair falling about her face in just the right kind of messy way. She was so bloody beautiful, but the look in her eyes was serious.

The shower stopped, and Emily glanced away, shoving Lena down onto the bed and shrugging.

'Oops! Guess you don't get a turn this time, huh?'

'Bloody hell…' Lena groaned, consciously needing to calm her body now. What had Emily wanted to ask her, anyway? Did it have to do with Widow? They were all in a pretty ridiculous relationship. It was only natural some complications arose. Lena herself fought with what to make of it all. Sure, in the moment she felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Amelie and Emily at once? What more could she ask for? But emotionless lovemaking wasn't in her. She attempted to forget the way she and Widow had connected so intimately during the act. If Widow hadn't been adamant about never starting a relationship with Lena, even she would've hesitated further about getting back with Emily. Did that make her horrible? She was, quite frankly, over the moon to have Emily as her girlfriend again, but that frustratingly adventurous, curious side of her kept peeking over the fence, and she hated that it itched to the degree it did.

'Unless you want to risk her walking in on us.' Emily was daring Lena. Another test? Fine. Lena wasn't going to see her for a while, more than likely, again. Might as well make the most of their time.

'Get to work, Luv.' Lena helped guide Emily's lips between her legs, the girl hastily shifting the thin shorts to the side and kissing deeply, her powerful tongue pushing in far, making Lena groan within seconds.

'G-gah…There, Emily…' She encouraged, the way Emily's ass was pointed in the air while she worked, her fingers pleasuring herself as she brought Lena into ecstasy intoxicating. 'A-aha…'

What a waste it would have been if Emily never brought her skills to other women. She had easily caused Widow to submit, and her strong tongue was a gift Lena never grew tired of. It could get in deep, easily pressing against the perfect spot within Lena, her body buzzing with delight and frequent spasms of pleasure.

'Jesus…!' Lena held Emily's head, ensuring her long hair stayed out of the way. She looked up at her girlfriend, grinning confidently. She knew Lena was already there. She was still aroused from the night before, after all.

'O-oh…Yes…Y-yes…! Bloody hell, Luv…!' Lena's knees turned into each other, clashing as her whole shape quivered within orgasmic intervals.

'Seems like a good one.' Emily licked her lips, and Lena tiredly brought her mouth to hers, kissing her passionately.

'Heh…' Emily smiled. 'That was hot. Your body's gotten tighter. All that crime-fighting, huh?'

'M-maybe…'

The bathroom door finally sounded, and Lena popped out of bed, her sleepwear soaked. She quickly went to Emily's dresser and put on one of the girl's delicate pieces of underwear. They were a cheeky, navy blue pair with a brand name tucked into the side.

'Sure. You can wear those.' Emily laughed.

'Sorry, Luv. Got me downright soaked.'

'Amelie wouldn't have minded, I think. Maybe you would've got lucky again?'

Lena was ready for it this time, and wouldn't risk accidently bothering Emily a second time, not when they were parting so soon.

'Could've been a nice send off for both of us, huh?'

Emily squinted slightly, her mouth parted as if she wanted to say something, but then she shook her head with a sly grin.

'Let's get you both some coffee or something.'

Emily insisted on accompanying both Lena and Widow to their departure point, the trip something of a decent one forcing the group to the outer rim of King's Row. The plane's engine was roaring loudly as Lena and Widow prepared to board. The redhead gave Widow a heartfelt hug, saying something quietly to the woman who seemed to react with embarrassed appreciation. When Emily turned to Lena, she could feel her heart do a flip, and a wave of emotion weighed her down as she approached her.

'Be careful, Luv.' Emily said quietly.

'Definitely. We got some catching up to do, right?'

'Right.' She nodded, and Lena placed her hands on the girl's shoulders, feeling a twinge of desperation in her own soul. She didn't want to let go. She wanted to bring Emily with her. The thought of being without her hurt. This was something more than a crush. Than a notion of lust. Than a favourable fancy. This was a bond built over time and mutual effort. A fling was just that, and it would remain just that if only one party member wished to explore further, perhaps. Perhaps. That hesitation wasn't worth risking a lifetime of commitment. Of joy. Of trust. Lena looked at Emily and felt as though she could marry her. Really. Not now, of course, but someday. She could dream, at least. It didn't scare her. That was progress.

Maybe Emily could sense that unfiltered infatuation, because she placed her hands on Lena's chest, gently rubbing the chronal accelerator that kept them together.

'I love you.' Emily breathed softly.

'I love you, too, Em.' It was the truth.

'Don't forget about me.'

'Jesus, Luv; how could I?'

Emily didn't reply to that, but Lena felt as though she had an answer she was restraining.

'Can I call?'

'Yep! Might be busy, but I'll always call back.'

'Great.' A kiss. Brief, but full of passion. 'I'll be thinking of you.'

'Right back atcha!'

'Heh. Go be a hero.'

'Was planning on it, Luv!'

Lena watched down from the plane until she couldn't see Emily anymore, and the second they took off, on their way back to Overwatch Gibraltar for a pivotal briefing, she closed her eyes for a moment, burying the longing to be with her girlfriend. This was partially why she had broken things off. Boy, it was painful. Would Emily be okay? Would she be lonely? How was work going for her? Did she need a little massage? A hug? A kiss?

'Ugh…' Lena accidently groaned.

'I will miss her.' Widow revealed, and it was nice to hear.

'Right? Sorta why I didn't want to be with her heading back to Overwatch in the first place.'

'Hmph. A coward's mentality.'

'Yeah, yeah. I do some dumb things. What else is new?'

'Foolish, yes.' Widow chuckled a bit. 'But not altogether unfruitful.'

'Got you back on the straight and narrow, didn't I?'

'You did.'

'Gave ya a night to remember, too, right?' Emily had told Lena as much, but it was good to hear from Widow herself as well.'

'…Indeed.'

Wow. Not that long ago Widow was completely against the idea, but now…? Interesting.

'You were bloody beautiful, by the way.'

'You have a girlfriend now, Lena. No flirtatious comments.'

'I-I wasn't flirting, Luv! Just…sayin'.'

Widow shifted in her seat, laying her head back as if to rest further. They hadn't gotten that much sleep, so, it was understandable.

'Well,' She began suddenly again, eyes still closed. 'You were rather adorable yourself, I'll admit.'

Lena struggled with the compliment, as she frequently did, for she didn't see herself as anything overly attractive; especially compared to Widow and Emily.

'Shucks…'

'Your ability to make love to someone is deviously convincing. You've evidently had a fair amount of practise with that…tool.'

'Meh. I've always been pretty comfortable with it.'

'Hm. Intriguing.'

Lena set the plane to autopilot and leaned back as well, the image of Widow's naked body invading her mind suddenly. She was aesthetically perfect in every way, but Lena didn't want to dwell on the memories. She needed to distract herself.

'What was your favourite part?' Oh, great. This would totally shift the conversation away from the guilt-inducing notions.

'I don't see any reason I should answer such an invasive inquiry.'

'Aw! Come on!'

'A pathetic attempt to persuade me.'

'Fine.'

But Lena almost knew Widow would start talking again, and wasn't surprised when the cool beauty's accented words shuffled through the air.

'The comfort.' She said, her voice nearly cracking. 'Being so close…and feeling so safe.'

Lena swallowed, her eyes burning slightly.

'Yeah. I guess that's pretty great, huh?'

A beat, but then Widow went on, as if contradicting herself completely.

'I want my own room when we return to base.'

'What? Why now?'

'You have a girlfriend at present, Lena, and it wouldn't be proper; not after what we've done.'

'But she said – '

'Absolutely not. I won't betray that woman's trust, and neither should you.'

'But what if you need me? As a friend?'

'Then I will come to you as a friend, but it is doubtful.'

What was happening? Something seemed off. If only Emily were here. She was so much better at figuring this kind of stuff out. What was Widow hiding?

'I'll…see if it would be alright. You'd have to get examined by Ange and all that to get approval, I think. Your meds aren't as effective as before, right? I don't know if it'll go over so well.'

'Just…support me in my decision.' Widow insisted, and it bothered Lena.

'Course I will. As long as we're good?'

'We're fine, Lena Oxton. "Brilliant", one might say.'

'You sure?'

'Absolutely positive.'

Lena felt it best to leave it at that, but as always, Widow remained a mystery to her the closer she got, and it was as frustrating as ever.

The return to Overwatch Gibraltar was anything but calm. Lena and Widow's timing couldn't be worse, for McCree was the one to inform them that Angela and Fareeha had been recently delivered back to them, both women in the emergency care sector of the medical ward, all access from everyone but the highest ranks of Overwatch and family denied indefinitely.

'W-what happened?' Lena was only ten minutes fresh off the plane, the man thinking he had found a place of solitude to smoke until Lena had landed.

'Don't got the whole story yet, but somethin' about takin' down a mighty big omnic in Korea. A pretty little thing brought them back to us, both in rough shape. The docs were downright baffled by Ange's state and were almost just as confused by Ana's girl.'

'Will they be alright?' Widow inquired, receiving a bit of a stare from McCree.

'Don't know. Everythin' seems sorta honky dory, but Ange's pukin' a bunch o' dark, nasty blood, and Fareeha ain't hardly movin'. Vital signs seem normal enough, though I was strugglin' with the crowd. Winston is in a downright panic.'

Lena almost made a comment about how susceptible to injury the two women seemed to be, but knew it wasn't the time, and glanced about the base, eyeing the facility where the spoken of girls were.

'I'm gonna see how they're doing.'

'Fine. But this one here won't be allowed.'

Widow scowled.

'I do believe I have proven myself by this point.' The fact she was subtly bringing up how she saved Brigitte was telling.

'You're standin' at ground zero now, I'd say. A life for a life and all that? Hell. That'd be generous. How many agents you take out that we don't even know of? Still got some work to do.'

'McCree!' Lena yelled.

Widow went still, likely taking a moment to gather herself, and then went on quietly.

'So be it.' She balanced her options, and settled on submission, oddly enough. The death of her victims weighed on her, evidently, and Lena wished she could do something to comfort the poor woman.

'That isn't fair, McCree.' Lena decided to interject anyway. 'Talon was making her and you know it. I thought we'd all be past this by now.'

'Once bitten, you know? I won't get in yer way most of the time; too much damn effort, but I ain't gonna let you have a chance at our angel here.'

'I wouldn't hurt my only hope at a normal life.'

'Maybe you wouldn't. but I reckon that killer deep down would. No dice. Ya'll can hang out with me for all I care. Probably one of the few round here that could handle ya if you got skittish.'

'Doubtful, but I won't argue further.'

Lena gave McCree a moderate punch to the shoulder, stomping away with Widow in tow.

'Asshat.'

'Heh. Not the worst thing I've been called.'

Lena was, naturally, allowed access to see Angela and Fareeha, but before going, she gave Widow a small nod, blinking away her anxiety.

'I'll just be a sec.'

'Fine. Demanding a room tonight might be too much, I suppose.' She paused, glancing away tentatively; cutely. 'Would you mind?'

'Course not, Luv. I can cozy up in the living room if that makes you feel better.'

'…It would.'

'Heh.' Lena raised a brow with a wink. 'I'll be right back.'

'I'll take real good care of her.' McCree drawled on. He was, ultimately, a reasonable man, but had an uncanny respect for justice after everything he'd been through. It was a good thing most of the time. At the very least, Widow was quite safe with him, for few would dare cross the cowboy on the best of days. Perhaps he had thought of that as well, and was simply masking his good intentions with a mixture of true trepidation.

In any case, Lena didn't have much time to think on it further, for she was through multiple barricades prior to finally stepping into the emergency care facility, the area quite crowded, mostly because of Winston's enormous frame. Jack and Ana were present as well, alongside a couple of the best doctors Overwatch Gibraltar had on staff aside from Angela. The miraculous medic herself was sitting somewhat gingerly in her bed, while Fareeha remained attached to various machines, the ominous beeping and laboured breaths coming from her disconcerting. Angela appeared downright pale, black circles under her eyes and her hair down but greasy, a strange illness emanating from her subtly weak motions. Ana remained crouched next to Fareeha, holding the young woman's hand and simply staring at her, relief passing over the old woman's face with every successful breath.

'Lena.' Jack spoke quietly, although his gruff tone still rumbled. 'Thank-you. You did well.'

'Oh. Right.' Lena recoiled, remembering Sombra. 'Where's she at?'

'Locked up for the moment while we deal with this. She's already done some impressive work, but there can't be any risks. Reinhardt and Brigitte are guarding her room.'

'Yikes. Overkill.'

'Not in the least. She shut down our entire base on her own. No chances.'

'Makes sense…' Lena nodded toward Angela, who waved to her shakily. 'What's goin' on here, Ange?'

Angela shrugged, tapping her throat tentatively.

'Winston?' Lena didn't want to sound afraid, but the reality of this scenario wasn't sitting well with her. Not in the slightest. She wanted to know. She didn't want to know. Winston began speaking anyway.

'Um…Angela performed…er…a resurrection of sorts.'

Only the beeping from Fareeha's machines filled the following silence, but Lena resorted to her usual antics to deal with the stress building.

'Well, yeah. It's kinda what she does.'

'No, Lena.' Jack huffed. 'Fareeha died.'

A chill ran Lena's back, and she saw Ana's grip tighten over her daughter's hand.

'Bloody hell…For real?'

'The recoil is this. Hana Song rushed them both back to us with all the resources at her fingertips. She joined our fight, her Meka being touched up by Torbjorn as we speak. But…' Jack sighed.

'Angela's molecular structure isn't reacting well to the strain she put it through. I…I don't even know how she did such a thing.' Winston adjusted his glasses, flipping through some screens nearby, a holographic image of Angela's body on display. Lena could hardly make heads or tails of it, but she had a feeling all the flashing red within the diagram was a bad thing. 'Hana promises the feat is going to remain confidential, for obvious reasons, but we can't be sure Fareeha will make it to begin with…'

'Jesus…'

'She refuses to rest, the stubborn woman. Her whole body is rejecting her, demanding only sleep to better recover, but she says she won't do anything like it until Fareeha is stabilized.' Jack paced, getting a sarcastic grin from Angela herself.

What could Lena say? Part of her was taken aback with worry, the seeming invincible Angela never requiring this long to bounce back from anything given enough time, but more of her was blown away by the miracle her old friend had managed. It was clear, and everyone present must have known, that she was driven to such lengths – to such extreme risk to her own health – by the affection harboured for Fareeha Amari. Lena's heart gave a jump, and she admired the unparalleled intimacy. Envied it almost…

Lena approached Angela, kneeling next to her bed and touching her hand before holding it with both of hers. She could see Angela's dark veins within, her pulse erratic, and her strength nearly nonexistent.

'You okay, Luv?'

'…Mostly.' Angela answered in hardly a whisper. Her eyes were glistening, and she looked up at the ceiling, her lower lip beginning to tremble. 'I was…holding myself well until you appeared.'

'Sorry.'

'No. It is fine.' She paused, inhaling sporadically. 'I just…I don't want to lose her…' Angela's voice broke, and Lena sympathized fiercely, tightening her hold on the doctor's hand, never having seen or heard such raw emotion in Angela's voice. This was love. Pure love. No singular doubt. It was blinding.

'She'll be okay.' Lena replied, hating the words the moment they left her mouth.

'Is that…a professional opinion?' Angela wiped her eyes, her throat gripping her voice still.

'Knowing what you're capable of, Luv? I'd say "yes".'

'Heh. I wish it were so easy to believe. But…this is new territory. I have dealt a heavy blow to the mortal coil to which balances all life. It's…frightening.'

'What do you mean?' Lena sometimes had difficulty comprehending precisely what Angela was saying, and this particular comment was especially baffling.

'It's difficult to explain.' Angela looked to Fareeha, her pretty blue eyes shimmering again. It was hard to watch. This agony. Lena felt like an idiot for being so flippant regarding her own relationship. Emily was her one and only; she knew this, so, why couldn't she stop looking at Widow? Such greed in the face of this dedicated, loyal love. Sickening.

'I feel as though I've stepped on a plain I have no right treading. Many have called me an angel, and it is a sweet sentiment, but if such ethereal beings exist, I fear my interference has caused something of an uproar.'

Lena didn't get it. Fortunately, Angela went on.

'For once in my life…I do not know if I shall recover from this.' She gave Fareeha another glance, her face crumbling before Lena, the tears lined with red. 'A-and I can't stand the thought…of leaving her without so much as a "goodbye".'

Jack appeared on the other side of the bed then, and Lena could see even his stoic expression had softened astronomically. He placed a hand on Angela's shoulder delicately, his words coming out in a warm, soothing rumble.

'You are one of the strongest women I've ever known.' He said, nodding toward Ana Amari. 'And I've known some impressive ones. We'll do everything we can to make sure you get through this. None of us are going anywhere.'

'Thank-you, Jack…' A look of affection was exchanged, the two agents sharing an intense history of highs and lows. At the end of it all, however, there was sincere care.

'What can I do?' Lena stood up, hating this helplessness. 'There's gotta be something!'

'Not now, Lena.' Winston said quietly. 'Time. I believe we simply need to wait.'

'What about the mission? Do we have a location?'

'Yes. But we're not making a move just yet.' Jack stood up as well. 'The outline for such an attack has to be perfect, and Hana's Meka changes things.'

'Jack was also hoping I could be available by then.' Angela shook her head. 'It's looking doubtful.'

This was frustrating. Lena hated waiting around when so much needed to be done.

'What about…Moira? Would she know a way of – ?'

'Out of the question…!' Angela was cut off by a spasm of coughs, Jack handing her a tissue to wipe the blood spray off her hands.

'Ange…!' Lena's face construed.

'Lena.' Jack went on somberly. 'Please get Zenyatta. Escort him discreetly.'

'W-why, Jack? What are you saying?' Lena looked from Angela to the man then to Winston.

'I want to try everything. Everything.' He repeated angrily. 'That omnic believes in some kind of higher power? Fine. Let's see what this faith of his can do.'

Angela didn't contest the notion, and thus, Lena nodded, thankful for some kind of objective. However, just as she was about to depart, she looked to Angela, the woman's pale face constantly unsettling.

'Oh, um, okay if Amelie sees you, Luv? She's worried.'

Jack seemed as though he wanted to interject, but Angela raised a shaky finger, giving Lena a pained smile.

'Of course. I don't mind at all.'

'Right. Okay. Be back in a jiffy.'

And Lena prepared to depart, but not before sending Emily a quick message, her own emotions completely dislodged, and her concept of life shaken as it had been after her own incident. She valued her existence incredibly, her attitude reflecting as much, but she had to be reminded that it could all end in an instant. One wrong move. One misstep. She had the luxury of reversing her own time as needed, but even then, the repercussions could be devastating. It weighed her down. It caused her anxiety. She hated standing still because remaining motionless meant her mind had time to consider the endless possibilities before her. Lena didn't want that. She clearly couldn't handle it.

"Hey, Em. Thinking of you. Missin' you lots."

It helped a little. Emily was her stabilization. Her metaphorical chronal accelerator in her psychological life. She'd never let her go again. Even Widow had deemed that particular decision foolish.

Lena's phone beeped, and she closed her eyes upon reading the response, wondering how she could have been so blessed considering she had simply thought this young woman was a pretty lady at the bar she had no chance with.

"You okay, Lena? Want me to call?"