Jesse was happy to see that the bar didn't have many people in it this late at night, just a few scattered by themselves or in small groups of two. He ordered a beer and sat at the bar, watching the lights flash dimly against the bottle. The lights reminded him of waking up after having the shit knocked out of you, especially from behind.

Jesse's eyes focused, the post of the bed coming into view until Jesse could tell what it was. The thick red carpet alarmed him, the cabin's floors were made of wood all throughout. He lifted his head a little too quickly and groaned in response, a new streak of pain made dots dance in his vision.

"Thief?" A small voice whispered hoarsely. Jesse scanned the room and saw that Rosa was standing in the doorway, her hair down in an attempt to hide the marks on her neck. "I'm so sorry," She came to kneel beside him, lifting his head with her hands. "Oh, Thief…" Jesse could feel bruises forming, and he realized it was hard to see out of his left eye—no doubt it was trying to swell shut from a black eye.

"You picked a real charmer." Jesse murmured and spat, a phlegm and blood mixture splattered on the floor.

"He wasn't like this before" She murmured, "He's never…hurt me before." Jesse felt his anger rise as she put her hands on one of his knees and bowed her head to lay it on top of them. "I'm so sorry you got mixed up in this."

"Eh," Jesse scoffed, "I pushed some buttons, I knew there was a high chance of getting my ass kicked." He nudged his leg, so he displaced her head and lifted it, so his knee lifted her chin. "Hey, look at me." He smiled at her, trying to cheer her up. "I've been in worse positions, I'm gonna get us outta here."

"How?" She asked in a hushed whisper, looking at the door, "He took your gun, our phones, everything." Jesse looked down to see his legs hadn't been tied, but his hands were bound by rope behind one of the wooden poles to the chair. "Ami didn't come home last night," She added as she looked up at him, "I'm worried he's done something to her."

Jesse furrowed his brow in thought, the last thing he remembered was busting into the room with Peacekeeper drawn, ready to shoot the bastard that had hurt her, when he got knocked out. He blinked, he remembered Sarah being restrained by handcuffs on the bed's headrest.

"Why are you loose?" He asked, lowering his voice as she took on a panicked look and kept looking over to the door. "Where is he?"

"He's been asking me a bunch of questions, making me do things for him like nothing is wrong," She admitted, and Jesse set his jaw to keep himself from barking out a string of curses and accusation. "Fix him food, clean the place, get him this and that…He undid the cuffs and uses them to threaten me. I've tried to untie you once, while you were still out…" She shook her head, "But I couldn't get you untied quick enough, and he found me." She sniffed and gestured around the room, "He made me get my stuff and take it downstairs in bags, I think he is going to try and make me go back home with him tonight…I took your hat too and your vest…its downstairs hidden in my stuff."

"Much obliged sugar cube. Where's my gun?"

"Downstairs somewhere with him. I think he's packing it around." She started to ease around the chair, but Jesse lifted his leg to stop her, "I think he fell asleep, let me try to untie you."

"No darlin, I can get out, you go back and keep him downstairs, can you do that?" Slowly Jesse watched her nod her head, "Yeah?" He smiled and winked with his good eye. "Keep him down there, and I'll come down when I get out so he can't accuse you of untieing me." She lingered with her hands on his lap, trying to find something in his eyes. "I promise Rosa, not the first time I've been tied to a chair, just glad he used ropes instead of the cuffs. All you have to do is keep him occupied downstairs, I'll do the rest." Jesse eyed the door, "Why'd he send you up here for?"

"To see if you were still breathing, he keeps bragging about how he thinks he killed you…" She shivered and shook her head, "I honestly thought he did at first Thief, you weren't moving, and I got so worried."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey…" Jesse bounced his leg and leaned down as far as he could manage, "Hey, no tears now sugar. I'm fine, just a little roughed up is all. Trust me, he'll get his. Now, repeat back to me what I told ya."

"Y-you want me to keep him downstairs and out of the way." She was trying hard to hold back some tears, her green eyes glossing over as she bit her lip.

"Right, keep an eye out for my gun while you're cleaning, okay?" He nudged her head with his chin so she would lean in closer, she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him as he kept whispering in her ear. "Take your time, keep an eye on the windows alright? Watch for Ami, if you can sneak out to tell her to not come in, the better. Leave a note on the trash if you have to, just don't. let. Her. In here." He pressed his head against hers and nuzzled her gently, "When you hear the shit hit the fan, get out to the car, head up the road—there's an old cabin up there. A black jeep like mine will be there, it'll have dark tints to the windows. Beat and bang on that fuckin door—even if no one opens it, yell that you wanna see Reyes. Say it back."

"Stay downstairs, keep him occupied, look for the gun, keep Ami out…when you get loose, take your jeep up the road until I see a jeep like yours, tell whoever opens the door I want to see Mr. Reyes."

"Right, he'll know what to do next. Amari, the dark-skinned lady, will take care o' ya. Just do what she says yeah?" He felt her nod, "Aight, go on now, don't let him get suspicious." He felt her tighten her grip around his neck in a squeeze and he wished he could hug her back and give her something better than 'I promise.' He watched as she left the room, lingering at the door before heading out slowly. Once she was out of view, Jesse began scanning the room slowly as he worked his arms. Whoever this guy was, he could tie a mean knot.

There was no clock in the room, and it was a wreck. The bed's mattress had been upturned and stripped of sheets, the window was open, and objects had been thrown around the room. Picture frames were busted, there was glass from somewhere unknown, it seemed like Jesse's chair was the only thing left standing in its original spot by a wall desk that had been cleared of everything. He strained to listen as he worked the rope slowly. Jesse wasn't sure how much time had passed, but he could tell by the light outside that hours had passed since he had woken up.

There was a tv playing downstairs and muffled talking, but he couldn't hear any striking or stuff being thrown, so he took it as a good sign. Just as he started to get himself free he heard bottles being broken and some shouting and screaming—when it died down, Jesse heard feet thundering up the stairs. He's coming up to make sure. Jesse stopped messing with the ropes and waited quietly with his eyes closed until he heard the guy scoff loudly.

"She said you ain't dead yet."

Jesse opened his eyes to see a boy in a white tank top and jeans, dark hair and bright blue eyes glaring hatefully at him. Jesse lifted his head and tilted it so he could see him with his uninjured eye. Jesse gave him another once over and could tell he was what Jesse called a 'faker.' He was all business and politeness up in front of authority figures and adults, but when it came time to kids his own age or younger—he was a thug.

"A bitch move with brass knuckles isn't going to kill me that easily. Kudos though on tieing me up." Jesse smirked as the guy moved into the room and squatted down in front of the seat. "However," Jesse stretched the word and tilted his head up and away from the guy. "You did lay your hands on that poor girl." He gave him a cold look, "And your gonna regret that."

"I already do," The boy's voice was gruff and if it had been anyone but Jesse might have believed him. "Seeing her with you just sent me over the edge. She's been my girl for so long."

"She's not an object to own." Jesse growled, "You cheated on her, she left you. She was free to choose to move on if she wanted to. And she did." Jesse crossed one leg over the other and leaned back in the chair. "I owe you for that one too." Jesse nodded slowly, "I owe you for a lot actually. Buttin' in our dance, I coulda kissed her—been wanting to do that for a while now. Then you actually had the dumbass impulse to hurt her…Not once…but multiple times." He shrugged as much as he could with his hands tied to the chair, "I could care less about you sockin' the shit outta me, but I can't let you get away with putting your hands on her."

"I told you I didn't mean to." The boy lied, "I'm going to make it up to her."

"Yeah you are," Jesse scoffed angrily. "Your gonna take your fuckin medicine."

"Oh, and who's gonna give it to me cowboy? You?" The boy was laughing at him now, he flicked his hand as Jesse twisted one of his hands and slid it free, but kept them behind him as if he was still bound. "Please, I'm not scared of you."

"Why, because I'm tied up?" Jesse smirked, "Please—you haven't seen what I'm made of yet. Even the dumbest of asses from Deadlock know not to use ropes to tie somebody up. They're to easy to get out of. And Blackwatch has taught me so much more." The smirk grew into a grin as the boy's face paled at the mention of both the gang and Blackwatch.

"You were a part of…"

The sound of a starting car made the punk jump to his feet and run to the window just in time to see the jeep peel out of the driveway with Ami in the driver's seat and a gunshot echoing that Jesse could have named anywhere.

"That's my girl," Jesse smiled and stood from the chair, rubbing his wrists. "Just as I told her to." The guy looked over his shoulder and actually yelped in fright as Jesse flexed his hands and used his knuckles against his chin to tilt his head to the left and to the right to crack his neck as he walked to stand in front of the door. The punk wouldn't be leaving unless he jumped from the window, which Jesse knew he was too cowardly to do. "Guess we'll do this the old-fashioned way." Much to Jesse's surprise though, he wasn't timid enough to try and weasel out of the fight he knew was coming—instead, he braced himself and put up his hands to defend as Jesse closed in.

They exchanged a few punches, mostly to test one another out until Jesse got tired of gauging (much like he did during sparing matches against Gabe) and tackled the boy to the ground. Centering himself on the boy's stomach and began wailing on him with all the fury and rage he had been piling up as he escaped. Thinking about the bruises on Rosa's arms, the red marks around her neck from where she had been roughly grabbed and the tears in her eyes when she looked at him.

He was reasonably sure he had broken the boy's nose, and when Jesse stopped to pull the boy up by his shirt, was bucked from his position and sent rolling twice across the floor until he smacked the wall by the window. When he got himself to his knees, he saw the boy running from the room, heading for the stairs.

"Get back here!" Jesse roared, stumbling as he got to his feet and followed but the other was too far ahead of him to catch right off. When Jesse had reached the top of the stairs, he saw him turn left into a doorway and go into the kitchen. Without thought Jesse followed, catching a bottle to the side of his head as he turned the corner into the doorway. "BITCH!" Jesse shrieked, reaching out and grabbing a fistful of the boy's shirt but missing with his free-handed swing. That's when Jesse noticed all the broken bottles of booze on the counter and floor, including the one that had been smashed against his head. It has shattered on impact and cut a few places on Jesse's cheek and neck.

Both boys slipped and fell to the ground, receiving cuts and pieces of glass in their arms and exposed skin as they separated and tried to stand. Jesse stood and pulled a reasonably sized piece of glass from his forearm and noticed his shirt had been soaked by whatever alcohol had been spilled on the ground where he fell. He was curling his hands into fists when he saw the boy reach for something small and silver on the counter and hold it up.

"Touch me again, and I'll burn you alive mother fucker." Jesse could very fuzzily make out the rough outline of a Zippo lighter as the punk flipped the top and lit it. "I think its about time we went our separate ways—you want the whore—you can have her-hope she gives you a disease." He held the lighter close, but Jesse just rolled his eyes and took a step closer, voicelessly calling his bluff when the boy panicked and tried to run past Jesse, touching the lighter to his shirt in a wet spot, causing it to catch and light quickly. Jesse yelled out and pulled the shirt over his head with a little difficulty before throwing to the ground—unwittingly in the pile of liquid he had rolled in when he fell. It lit and started to spread faster than Jesse had time to think, so he followed his instincts and ran out of the building.

When he got out the door, he could hear the crackle of the fire, but it was lost over the sound of 'thank god officers! He's fuckin' crazy, he lit the house on fire!' Jesse turned to see the boy talking to Morrison who stood with his arms crossed, wearing his strike commander tactical attire, looking like an officer of the law in all the dark colors. Gabe was dressed in his Blackwatch uniform, looking like a swat commander or some black ops soldier. Jesse felt himself go slack as Gabriel lifted his eyes and looked Jesse over and Jack called out.

"McCree, are you hurt?"

"It'll heal Boss, don't let him go," Jesse growled, narrowing his eyes as the boy went silent.

"You look like hell," Gabe whistled as Jesse got closer, "What happened?"

"He hurt Rosa." Jesse snapped, the older men shouted—Gabe with profanity and Jack with disgust as the large, strong men glared down at the boy who tried to run Jack grabbed him by the collar of his tank top and threw him at Gabe who twisted his arms behind his back and held him out for Jesse. Jesse punched the boy in the gut and several times in the head once before Jack got between them and put the boy in handcuffs before making him sit on the ground beside him. "Then he knocked me out and tried to keep me, prisoner, when I got loose, he set the damn house on fire and tried to burn me with it." Jesse gestured to the singed hair on his stomach and the cuts on his arms. "He was gonna make Rosa go home with him, probably to keep up the abuse."

"Hijo de puta," Gabe sighed angrily, "Messed with the wrong kid, dumbass," Gabriel growled at the punk who flinched and looked down at his bent knees, half hiding behind Morrison.

"I'm proud of you McCree." Jack said, stunning Jesse into silence, "You executed this pretty well. Not the best plan in the world but it worked. She's safe with Ana, her and her friend. She's putting them up in a safe space where he won't be able to get to her. We'll turn him into the proper authorities and send him home and make sure a restraining order is taken out against him for the girls' sake." Jack patted Jesse's shoulder and smiled at him before hauling the boy up by the arm and loading him into the blacked out jeep and driving him into town.

"C'mon lover boy." Gabe chuckled, smacking Jesse on the back so hard he stepped forward to keep from falling. "She's waitin' for you. Genji kinda freaks her out."

"Genji freaks me out," Jesse said flatly as he followed Gabe back to the Jeep that Ami and Rosa had used to escape. "And I'm his friend….I guess….maybe." As he climbed in Gabe took the drivers side and turned the vehicle toward the cabin and drove at a somewhat quick speed.

"What about the Lobo job?"

"Went fine, put in the trackers like I was supposed to. Gabe, I honestly don't wanna talk about work right now," Jesse closed his eyes and felt the fatigue settle in as his adrenaline died away. "I worked all night, then got knocked the fuck out," He lifted his hands and dropped them, "I spent all day tied up in a chair staring at the same, stupid, ugly carpet. Had to get into a bar fight with no booze, was hit WITH a booze bottle." Jesse pointed to the side of his head where he had been smacked with the bottle, "Then, as if all that shit wasn't enough for me, I get set on fire…" He opened his eyes and stared at the road with a disturbed look, "FIRE, GABE! Like kindling!"

This made Gabriel roar with laughter as they pulled up beside the cabin, the older man lightly hitting the steering wheel with his fist as tears formed in his eyes from trying to resist. Jesse sighed slowly and for a moment debating on falling asleep, sitting upright in the seat when he heard the door to the cabin open with a loud creak and three heads appeared in the doorway. Before Jesse could muster the strength to sit up and open the door, Rosa had escaped from around the barricade that Ana and Ami had made and ran to the driver's side and halted when Gabe got out, still laughing and pointed ot the other side of the jeep where Jesse was opening the door. She ran to the other side as Ana stepped out onto the porch with Ami and asked about Jack and the boy.

"Thief?" She sounded worried and hurt, Jesse mustered up the strength for a smile and lifted his less injured shoulder.

"Told ya I'd get us out." Jesse could even hear how tired he was when he spoke, so he knew she could. Before he could say anything else, and just as his feet touched the ground from getting out, she nearly knocked him back into the jeep with a hug around his neck. "Easy, easy," Jesse chuckled, patting her back and wrapping his arms around her. "I'ma bit roughed up darlin, and mighty tired." He pat her head before pulling her back and taking her hand. "Amari been helpin you out? Heard Genji was kinda freaking you out."

"You're all cut up!" She gasped, "And why do I smell smoke?"

"I, uh," Jesse chuckled as he walked her around the jeep back to the cabin where he got a wide-eyed stare from not only Ami but Amari too. "Got a bit singed…" Jesse rubbed his chest hair down to his belly and back again, "There was uh…some pyrotechnic issues."

"Huh," Ami grunted, lifting one brow as Ana looked at her, "I sorta expected you to be kinda…I dunno…smooth?" She gestured to his chest and stomach, and Jesse chuckled as he led Rosa back up on the porch to join the others.

"Nah, pretty hairy actually," He rubbed his chest in a little bit of embarrassment, "so whats the plan?"

"Girls will stay here until we hear from Jack that the problem is gone," Ana explained, turning her back to the group and opening the door and gesturing for everyone to come in. "Then we find them a hotel room to stay in for the rest of their stay. We need to talk about the Lobo job while we're-Jesse?" Jesse wasn't listening, he led Rosa back inside the cabin and stopped in front of the first large bed and faceplanted into it so that he laid across it the opposite way than he was supposed to. Long legs dangling off the edge before he rolled over onto his back and adjusted himself, so he lay on a pillow on his back. "Jesse?" Ana called again as Gabe's eyes widened. In one quick movement, Jesse grabbed Rosa's arm and pulled her onto the bed with him and wrapped himself around her, tucking her into his chest before groaning out in mild pain and agitation.

"I~don't think he cares ma'am…" Ami answered as she looked through the window, "I think he's tired…he has had….a bit of an experience…better let them sleep."

"There." A voice with a thick Japanese accent said flatly.

"How do you do that?" A loud, robotic-like voice asked as Jesse was pulled from his memory. His beer was getting warm, and he lifted it to his lips as he turned to see Genji, Hanzo, and Angela standing just a few feet away. Hanzo was pointing at Jesse with a disgruntled look on his face, and Angela seemed frightened.

"It is a curse," Hanzo muttered as he started to turn away, but Genji held him fast by his arm.

"The hell ya'll doin' here?" Jesse asked, genuinely shocked to see any of them together, here in Santa Fe.

"Looking for you," Angela said softly, the first to move slowly closer, "Jesse we're here to ask you to come back to Overwatch—there's a recall for the members…Overwatch is reforming again…"

"No," Jesse grumbled and went back to his beer. "Ain't getting messed up in that again, getting to old for that shit."

"Not just that…" Angela muttered and seemed to look to the Shimada brothers for help when Genji walked up and sat down beside Jesse on a stool.

"I wanted to make amends Jesse…" Genji said softly, "I feel bad about the way we parted all those years ago." Genji removed his mask, which Jesse noticed was different than his old one—and gave him a quick once over—noting the change to his robotic parts and how the rage was gone from his face and eyes. They were a soft brown color instead of the hateful red that Jesse had known as a teen. "I was…lost to my rage, and I thought that Reyes was right about killing Antonio, but it was wrong…" Genji put his hand on Jesse's shoulder and watched as Jesse's expression changed softly from wary regard to understanding. "I…was wrong…and I apologize. I've moved past my anger, found someone willing to help me come to terms with my existence…"

"I'm glad for you partner." Jesse smiled at him and held out a hand for Genji to shake.

"We are not here just for pleasantries…Tell him Genji." Hanzo said stiffly, keeping a watchful eye.

"Sadly, my brother speaks the truth…" Genji gave a nod before taping a hand on the bar. "Reaper is hunting down old Overwatch members and killing them in a particular oder….we think you might be next Jesse."

DIE

Jesse nearly choked on his beer and sat it down, resisting the shiver that was trying to work its way up his back. That would explain the nightmares. He thought to himself before he raised his hand and ordered a new beer.

"We thought you might need to be alerted…" Hanzo grumbled before turning his back to the ground and scanning the rest of the bar.

"Also…um…Jesse…I've been going back to the…well…the old base's remains and…I found some of..Captain Ana Amari's things…" Jesse turned to her with a snap, his brow furrowing.

"Take it to Fareeah then, she was her daughter after all." He snapped with irritation, but Angela reached down into her purse and withdrew a disc, holding it out to him.

"Trust me, Jesse. It's for you." She looked guiltily down at her shoes. "I didn't know what it was, I was surprised it survived the explosion…so I watched it and…I wish I hadn't Jesse. I'm sorry. If I'd known…"

Jesse grabbed the disc and examined it quickly, in Ana's writing: Santa Fe, 20XX. He looked around and slapped the table, calling the barkeep by name and asking if he had a player anywhere near. Genji asked Angela what it was, but she refused to answer as the barkeep put down a small portable disc player with a screen. Jesse complained when he couldn't figure out how to get it to play.

"Gotta change it all up don't they," He grumbled, "What was wrong with just a simple pop in and play system? All these new damn buttons…" Genji laughed and took the player from Jesse, finding the correct path of button pressing to get it to play before putting it back down on the bar. There was some black screen, and Hanzo walked closer so that he could see but Angela kept her back turned to them. Ana appeared on the screen in her room, a small Fareeha in the background playing happily with a stuffed animal.

"Jesse, I understand you are upset about what went down in Santa Fe…and I know you missed your chance to say goodbye to the girl who captured your heart." She gave the camera a sad smile, and Jesse felt a lump in his throat, it had been years since he had actually seen a photo of Amari, let alone a recording. "But I have hope, that you will see her again. And when you do, I want to give this to you." She propped her head up on her desk and snickered, her nose crinkling up and the crows feet around her eyes looking more prominent. "Maybe I'll give it to you at your wedding to her."

There was giggling from Fareeha about Jesse getting married before Ana looked back at the camera and smiled like a happy mother, "Jesse I can see how much she means to you, so when her friend gave this to me to give to you, I wanted it to be a precious moment. I hope you won't hold it against me for keeping it so long…" She reached over and pressed a button on the recording device, and it went back to a black screen. Jesse's hurt and teary-eyed face reflected on the black screen for just a moment before an image of a wildflower field appeared and music filled the speakers just before a voice did. Slowly the camera would pan around to show different parts of the field or to focus on a flower as the voice sang clearly.

/If I die young bury me in satin/Lay me down on a bed of roses/Sink me in the river at dawn
/Send me away with the words of a love song/Uh oh uh oh

It cut away to a shot of a girl with brown hair walking through the field by herself, the camera close behind, avoiding her face as the voice kept singing serenely.

/Lord make me a rainbow, I'll shine down on my mother/

The camera cut away to show her standing by a river, a slight rainbow being displayed on the screen as the sun lowered across the sky slowly before looking down at the girl with the brown hair picking some of the daisies by the waterfront.

/She'll know I'm safe with you when she stands under my colors/ oh and Life ain't always what you think it oughta be, no /

Now the girl was laying on the grass with a flower crown in her lap, her eyes closed as it looked like she was napping. Jesse recognized her, it was Rosa, wearing the same white dress he had seen in the trunk only hours ago.

/Ain't even grey, but she buries her baby/ The sharp knife of a short life/ Well, I've had just enough time/ If I die young bury me in satin./

Now Rosa was sitting on the ground, singing to the camera as she looked anywhere but it.

/Lay me down on a bed of roses/ Sink me in the river at dawn/ Send me away with the words of a love song/ The sharp knife of a short life/

A bright light filled the screen, and suddenly the scene changed, Rosa was sitting under the tree with Jesse beside her, guitar in hand as he plinked away at the strings at his own pace, smiling idly, lost in the eternity of the moment.

Well, I've had just enough time /And I'll be wearing white when I come into your kingdom/ I'm as green as the ring on my little cold finger/

Her head was laying in his lap now, her ankles crossed as she smiled lovingly up at him.

/I've never known the lovin' of a man / But it sure felt nice when he was holding my hand

It showed Jesse smiling just before it changed, Rosa and Jesse were walking along a fence before he helped her sit on the top rail and put a hand on either side of her, his face close to hers as they whispered between one another.

/There's a boy here in town says he'll love me forever/

She reached over and tapped the end of his nose with her finger before covering his face with his hat, making him laugh.

/Who would have thought forever could be severed by /

The image of the two of them faded until it was just Rosa sitting on the fence, looking sad, the sun long since set and the stars shining brightly behind her as the wind picked up.

/The sharp knife of a short life/ Well I've had just enough time/

The camera got close, and sis didn't look quite as sad.

/So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls / What I never did is done/

The camera faded to black, and then a new scenery was shown—it was Rosa, looking out a window, one hand propped up under her chin.

/A penny for my thoughts?/

She had this odd, knowing smile

/ oh no I'll sell them for a dollar/ They're worth so much more after I'm a goner / And maybe then you'll hear the words I been singin'/

She looked back out the window, at something in the distance

/Funny when you're dead how people start listenin'/

The camera changed again, and Rosa was sitting silently in the wildflower field once more, the voice over singing for her as she delicately made a second flower crown.

/If I die young bury me in satin/ Lay me down on a bed of roses/ Sink me in the river at dawn/
/Send me away with the words of a love song/ Uh oh (uh oh)

The camera got closer to her, almost like sitting beside her, she seemed sad but content, as if she was telling someone to not worry about her.

/The ballad of a dove/ Go with peace and love/ Gather up your tears, keep 'em in your pocket
Save 'em for a time when you're really gonna need 'em oh/ The sharp knife of a short life/ Well I've had just enough time/

She was standing beside the tree now, the camera looking up at her from the ground as she sang with finality.

/So put on your best boys, and I'll wear my pearls/

The music faded away, and the screen went black for a final time. No one said anything for a while as Jesse removed the disc and put it back in the case and put the screen down on the disc player. Genji looked at Hanzo who seemed highly uncomfortable and shook his head, then he looked at Angela who was wiping away silent tears before he looked at Jesse. The cowboy was harder to read for the cyborg than ever. He looked like he could cry or punch something at any moment.

"Wasn't that…"

"Rosa…yeah…" Jesse took in a breath and held it for a moment before slowly letting it go.

"She sings well, I did not know she had such a talent…" Genji added, trying to get some sort of conversation going.

"She's in town Genj," Jesse said flatly. "She doesn't recognize me." Before Genji could offer any sort of reply, he continued angrily. "And I can't tell her…not if Reaper is around…he'll use her as a pawn…she thinks I'm dead…best it stayed that way…Damn it." He shooed away the bartender and ordered a shot of neat whiskey. "I was this close," He held up a hand and touched his fingers together before taking the glass of liquor and taking it all in a single shot. "To telling her tonight who I was, but something kept naggin' at me not to…Wasn't right…" He put the glass on the table as the bartender filled it back halfway but Jesse told him to leave the bottle. "He's dead, and he's still fuckin' up my life…"

"You could always kill Reaper and then tell her." Hanzo offered, clearing his throat as everyone turned to gawk awkwardly at him. "It is a possibility." He stepped closer and crossed his arms, "If you kill Reaper, then there won't be anyone standing in the way of you telling her, no one can use her as a pawn against you, and you can be free to let her know your identity."

"Have you met me?" Jesse growled with an eye roll, "Best my luck can give me is Reaper, and I kill one-nother and what she thinks is truth…I died protecting her."

"No one said you had to go it alone, Jesse." Angela offered, finally recovered from her tears enough to turn and face them. "Let us help you, Reye-Reaper is no simple foe—he isn't like the bounties you take out for money…But a team.."

"No." Jesse said firmly, "Ain't getting' nobody mixed up in my business," He snapped firmly before taking another shot and pouring himself more to drink. "Appreciate ya'll givin' me the heads up. And Doc, thanks for the disc…I ain't mad you seen it. I'm glad you did and brought it to me—otherwise, I'd never known…But if'n ya'll don't mind—I'd like to drink myself into a coma so I can rest without a nightmare or a ghost coming to haunt me…" When no one moved at first he sighed, "Don't mean no hard feelings, but go on now—git!"

Hanzo needed no other warnings, he rolled his eyes and left without another word. Angela sighed heavily and said something in Swiss before patting Jesse on the shoulder and following along with Hanzo out the door to the street. Genji hung around for a few more quite moments.

"Nothing can change your mind?"

"Nope." Jesse growled before his next shot.

"Okay then," Genji stood but put a small round object in front of Jesse on the bar. "If you do change your mind, or if you find yourself in need of help for anything at all. Press it, it will alert me, or someone close to you, to come to your aid. Will you agree to that?"

"Long as it gets ya'll to leave me to my drinks." Genji sighed as he watched Jesse pour more of the brown liquid into the glass, making rather large dents into the bottle's amount in a short time.

"Do not get so drunk you will not be able to defend yourself…" The cyborg warned, "It would be a shame to mend our friendship and then find out you died because you were to drunk to realize a trap or care." Genji pat Jesse's shoulder twice before giving it a squeeze, which prompted Jesse to pat Genji's hand with his metal one.

"I'm just sore Genj…and tired of my rotten luck…I won't get too shitfaced."

"Remember Jesse, even if you don't want to come back to Overwatch…I am still your friend and want to help…"

"Yeah. I hear ya Genji…now get goin' alright? World needs you to look after it." Jesse mumbled, looking into the glass as Genji turned away and left slowly, giving one last look to Jesse as he downed another glass in a quick shot.