(A/N: Overwatch is owned by Blizzard Entertainment, not me)

11:30 PM Local Time - Patras Airport

The plane ride home was uncomfortably silent, and why wouldn't it be. I was in my room for most of it, Hana sleeping soundly beside me, but even the sight of her gone back to normal wasn't enough to ease the pain in my heart caused by Lena's death, not even slightly. I was completely empty, and I'd have one hell of a task ahead of me explaining it to my mom. We got off the plane, Hanzo and Angela carrying Lena's makeshift coffin. Lena lived with her older sister and no parents. I would imagine it would be painful on her, now having to live her life without the bouncy and buoyant soul and sight of Lena being around her everyday. Overbearing as Lena was at times, she was still one of the kindest, most genuine people I've ever come across...and her sacrifice is one I could never forget. It was to save me, after all.

"Bigsh- I mean, Jonathan, c'mere" asked McCree. I looked at him with genuine surprise. It was the first time in a long, long time he'd addressed me by my actual name instead of his usual moniker of Bigshot. I walked on over to where he was, still carrying Hana on my back. Angela was right, she really did need time to recuperate and recover.

"What's up Sir?" I ask in an uncharacteristically monotone voice.

"I'll accompany you home, I think I should explain everything that happened to your mother. It was my fault for bringing you into this, along with Shimada sure but, I blame myself for not being able to protect you or Lena..." said a McCree who was showing an emotion that I'd never seen come across his face before. His face was lacking any form of warmth. It was one which I felt mirrored my own at that time.

"Sure, I guess. What about Hana? Will we leave her at her place?"

"No. Song's gonna stay with you. I'm sure when she wakes up she's gonna have a blank in her memory, or something like that. It's best if you're there for her when she wakes up, just to help her fill in the blanks…."

"...including what happened to Lena…." I murmur out.

"...Yeah, including that. C'mon, let's get goin'. I'll get Shimada to forward on the details to you of what's to be done with Oxton's body once it gets sorted" said McCree, holding back the tears hard. I don't know if he cried on the plane journey back but it was certain that if he didn't, he was gonna burst open at any minute.

"Sure, let's go." I reply, trying to rush out of the airport as soon as possible.

12:00 AM - Jonathan Cujoh's House

I'd never seen my mother break down this hard in such a long time. Ever since my father left us, she's never been this visibly upset but something, but Lena was like the daughter she never had. She was, in my mother's words, "a treasure that we all love", and she wasn't wrong in that respect. The night went by like a flash. We arrived at my place, and McCree began to explain everything (as seriously as he could, going as far as taking off the damn cowboy hat). My mother slapping him for acting irresponsibly, my mother falling into his arms, crying at the loss of Lena. It was incredibly tough to take in and watch, so I just brang Hana upstairs rather than continue to experience the uncomfortableness of downstairs. Laying her down in my bed, I took off her bloodstained clothes, a strange maid black maid outfit with a white lining on the outside. I threw it in the bin in my room, trying to get rid of the memories of what happened but, my body still ached from her torture session. Every now and then, I'd get visions of her sick twisted smile and her taking the whip from Lena and slicing open my skin with precise attacks. It made me want to vomit so goddamn much.

"Mmnnmhmm...Jo…"

I hear a faint mumble coming from behind me, emanating from the nearly naked Hana.

"H-Hana? Are you awake?" I question, desperately trying to see if she's okay.

"Jonathan...wh..where am I? Did I get too drunk again?" said Hana, holding the top of her forehead with a pained expression. I handed her some water and sat her up slowly against my headrest. She drank it slowly, but hopefully it was enough to help soothe her rather parched sounding throat.

"Hana...we have, a lot to talk about." I say, holding onto her hand tightly. She looks at me with the same puzzled look she always gives me when she's confused.

"Whaddya mean? I just passed out at the party that's all. I tell you, I might have misjudged Amelie, she's a hell of a host for parti-"

"Hana." I say sternly. "...Amélie Lacroix was the one who kidnapped you in Japan. At the party, she kissed you which triggered a chemical reaction in your body that altered your minds perception of reality. You were under her control for a few days….as an agent of Talon."

Hana looked at me with a confused, yet serious look on her face. "What do you mean? There's no way that I'd agree to that!". I look at her solemnly, stripping off my top which revealed the still nearly fresh wounds I had taken just 13 hours earlier in Korea.

"Jonathan! Your body! What happe-"

"You went against your will. You were brainwashed, and forced by Lacroix to do whatever she bidded you to do...including these wounds on my body" I say, gulping a lump that was forming in my throat. Hana stared at my body in confused awe. She couldn't believe her own eyes at this stage.

"Y-You're kidding right? There's no wa-"

"It's the truth, Hana. She...was also the one who killed your parents, it turns out."

Hana's serious face turns to one of shock, and as if on cue, she drops her glass onto the floor beside the bed. She begins leaning in closer to me.

"What...how...how did you find out that information…." said Hana.

"We went to Korea to rescue you. That's why our bodies look like they've taken quite the battering." I say, putting my shirt back on. "Me, Fareeha, Angela, Hanzo, Genji, McCree and L-"

I held my words for a second, taking a breath.

"...and Lena, we came under the guise of a U.N Operation to rescue you and eliminate Talon, which we successfully did."

"Isn't that good? Why do you still look so sad Jonathan? You all completed your mission, right?" Said Hana with some newfound enthusiasm.

"...Not all of us completed our mission" I say, the tears finally escaping the prison of my eyelids.

"Jonathan what do you mean?" asks Hana, turning me around. I try my best to look right into her eyes to deliver the news.

"...Lena….was killed by Amélie, trying to save my life...she stopped a bullet meant for me" I say, finally losing my composure and falling into Hana, who barely manages to catch me from my fall.

"Jonathan...no...nonono...that's not true right? You're kidding right?! Right!?"

But I didn't need to answer. My tears were enough of a reply for her.

I spent the next two hours crying in Hana's arms before I passed out from exhaustion, cradled in Hana's embrace.

The Next Day - Jonathan's Bedroom, 10:04 AM

I slowly woke up, feeling tired as all hell from the events of the previous two days. My body was battered and my mind was only partially refreshed thanks to the sleep. I shifted my body to the left and was somewhat surprised at the sight in front of me. Hana was half naked, although I quickly came to remember that I put her in that state because of her clothes being both Talon clothing and being pretty much destroyed. Here face was slightly swollen and her eyes were red.

"Good morning Jonathan…" Hana said with a weak smile. "Your mom told me everything actually...I did my fair share of crying too for the past while." She said, patting me on the head lightly. Usually, it was I who did that to Hana…

"...I guess our roles have been swapped now huh?" I remark. Hana gives me a puzzled look.

"Usually I'm the one patting your head, silly!" I say back in a joking tone whilst poking her ever adorable cheek. I take in a deep breath while Hana smiles back at me. She leans in to kiss me…

"i can't hear your, I said DO YOU UNDERSTAND BITCH!?"

"Wha...what" I murmur to myself as I begin hearing voices of a most unpleasant memory.

"Give it everything you have my little slave~!"

I push Hana away from me instinctively, without even realising it was her who was beside me. My mind began flashing back to that room, that cold black dark room, with Hana and Lena…

"J-Jonathan!" cries out Hana with a sincere sense of concern in her voice. I look at her but my mind can't make out what i'm looking at. Am I seeing the real Hana or that monster? I place my hands over my eyes and rub them roughly, but before I can lower my hands, I feel Hana's light embrace fill my body with warmth.

"Jonathan...I don't know what happened but...I'm me now, don't you get it? I'm here for you now, I won't leave you again, I promise" she says, holding me tighter, breaking down into tears. I slowly begin to embrace her back, thinking to myself…

...will things between Hana and I ever return back to the way they were?

10:45 AM - Downstairs, Jonathan's House

Hana (now clothes in some of my mothers old clothes from when she was in high school) and I went downstairs after a while to get some breakfast. Hana and my mother exchanged some pleasantries, it was the first time they'd actually really gotten to talk to each other (minus I assume some time earlier this morning if what Hana said earlier was true). Seeing them talk to each other was weird but it put a small smile on my face nonetheless. Hana truly looked comfortable given the situation, which was a given considering she had so much confidence whenever she streamed games online. It was nice to see the two of them get along so well.

*Ding Dong!*

"Hmm? I wonder who that could be…" pondered my mother, wiping her hands with a tea towel before heading out to the main hallway to answer the door. hana and I looked at each other for a moment before turning our attention to the door.

"H-hello Ms. Cujoh, it's been a while hasn't it…" said a very familiar voice from outside.

"Ahh yes, come in, I'm sure Jonathan would be happy to see you" said my mother. As she came in, I noticed she was followed in by the one and only Angela Ziegler, dressed in an all red outfit (one which she dubbed 'Eidgenossen' or something along those lines, I can't remember much of her German ramblings...). She came in with the most forced smile I had ever seen her pull. It was clear that she was really trying to hide the pain that'd formed inside her heart.

"I was wondering if I could talk to you guys for a few minutes. I felt it was better that we do this in person rather than over the phone too…" she says, still forcing a smile. I nod at her and reply with a simple "okay" and the three of us head into my living room together.

"S-So what did you wanna talk about A-Angie?" asks Hana timidly. Angela heaves her chest up with a breath in, and lets that same breath out with a heavy sigh.

"L...Lena's sister won't give any of us permission to attend her funeral. She wants it to "not be a big deal" or something like that, hence why they're going to cremate her remains. I asked if we could attend, along with McCree, but she refused...I don't know what to do Jonathan… I feel so lost without her. Every day she'd help me move on with my problems and show me how I should face life but...I can't do anything without her. The pain of her memories is too real…" she says, tears beginning to fall from her pale eyes.

These weren't the first time I'd heard words like these from Angela. She'd said a similar thing when he had to leave us. I didn't know what to really say back then, but…

"Angela...I don't know much about you and Lena's relationship other than it simply existing. I don;t know much about it but you've got to think of her positives and use them to make you a stronger person. You've got to let Lena's last remaining love for you pour into your soul. You need to make your heart resonate, fill it with Lena's heat and life. Otherwise, her death and sacrifice will be in vain. I know I'm not one to talk much...it's my fault she died after al-"

"Don't say tha-"

"BUT...I will use my memories of her to make me a better person...can you do the same? Not for me, not for Hana….not even just for Lena, but for you." I say with passion, trying desperately to get my message to her across. Angela, please...we may not be the closest of friends but I'm pretty much all you have left, listen to me…

Angela stands up, her head turned away from me

"...thank you…." she says, leaving the room. I couldn't even get a word in before she left.

"I hope she's okay…" remarked Hana, lightly grasping onto my right arm from behind. "Seeing the one you love die like that….I couldn't imagine what she's going through right now"

"Yeah…" I say, not knowing what to really think right now. "I just hope Angela's going to be okay…"

With Angela gone, Hana and I headed back up to my room.

"Shouldn't you be getting home?" I say to her as I go through some old book in my closet.

"W-why?" asked Hana in a surprised tone.

"You've been offline for a week. Your fans are getting impatient" I say with a cheeky tone in my voice. Hana's eyes widen from shock as she opens her phone at the speed of light

"AHHHH SHIT!" she shouts out. "You're right, I'd better get going and get my game back on. I'm sorry…" she says as she puts a hoodie on. I simply smile back at her as she comes closer to me…

"Ha….na.."

She loops her arms around my shoulders and brings her lips closer to mine…

"I'll never….forgive….AAAAAHHHH….."

I can feel the soft, cherry filled breath of Hana Song's breath tiptoe its way onto my lips…

"Shut the fuck up you vermin…..you're my bitch now!"

Her lips touch mine, albeit very, very gently. I don't even push back.

"I...I love you, Jonathan...I'll see you later"

"Mm. Me too. See you!" I say back in a chirpy tone. She leaves my room after giving me one final wave goodbye. After making sure she was gone, I collapsed onto my bed.

"Damn...what's gotten into me…"

(A/N: Hey guys, I hope you liked this one. I'm not too sure on how it turned out. In all honesty, I'm not getting any better with my depression. I think it's getting worst in all honesty. I have barely any motivation to do anything, and I'm so, so, so sorry if this fic is taking a hit because of that. We're gonna go back to the usual classroom stuff in the next chapter, although things will obviously be a bit different. Jonathan's beginning to doubt a lot of things about his life, and Angela's pretty much lost it at this stage. Expect some feels, maybe some laughs, but definitely some tragedy. For those of you who've been reading this fic from the start and were into it because of the humour and romance, I'm sorry if the last 5 or so chapters have been a bit too tragic. This is a story to show that love isn't an infallible emotion though. I want to show you all how painful love can really be when people are pushed to do things they don't want to or don't have a say in. The story isn't going to have a happy ending. If you're a sucker for tragedy and angst, then you're probably gonna enjoy this last third of the story a lot. In any case, see you next time on Trapped in the Heart of a Gamer!)