There's a loud bang, a scream, and then a siren. You don't know which one of them wake you, but you're sitting up and looking around the room hurriedly before you've even properly woken up. It takes you about two seconds to realise the bang was an explosion, the scream belongs to someone on the base, and of course the siren means someone is attacking.

You turn to Emily to tell her to hurry and get dressed but- Emily isn't there. The raw panic hits you then, the loud alarm sounding muffled as you stumble from bed and dress as quickly as you can. The door to your room can't slide open any slower you swear, and when you stumble out into the hallway you feel sick. There are several people running towards to exit clutching valuables in their hands, some with injuries that you know need medical attention but they can't afford to stop to get it.

You're momentarily distracted from your racing throughs of where the hell Emily could be by the inner battle you have with yourself of how to help these people, but reality comes crashing down on you once again. You close your eyes, taking a shaky breath to try ground yourself. When you open them again you feel a stab of determination in your gut along with fear, and you quickly take off down the hallway to the only place you can think Emily could possibly be.

"Emily!" your voice is quiet among the chaos, but she's nowhere to be seen when you enter the living area. The room is empty, all signs of anyone even being there in the last few hours gone. The sirens seem to be getting louder and louder until you can't even hear your own thoughts over them. You need to find Emily now, keep her safe. If this is Talon attacking and they get a hold of her she'll- No, no you can't even think about it. You won't let them have her, even if it takes you dying to stop them, you won't let them turn her against you. Thoughts of Widow and all they've done to her flash through your head, driving an even deeper determination to find Emily, and to make sure she never has to go through anything like that at the hands of these sick people.

You don't even pay attention to where you're going, just running around the base trying to figure out what you should do, how to help everyone. That is until you see a flash of auburn hair and your heart nearly stops. You don't realise you're shouting her name until her head pops back around the corner she just went around. As soon as your eyes meet she smiles at you and you instantly feel so much better. In an instant you're next you her, throwing your arms around her in a tight hug,

"Oh Em, bloody hell you sacred me half to death!" She just laughs, patting your back before pulling away from you and gesturing down the hallway where you can see a very worried Winston looking at you both.

"Winston! Thank God you're alright too big guy, was worried 'bout ya"

He simply nods, looking from you to Emily "We were just evacuating, some of the others are fighting off some Talon field troops. There's been no sightings of Reaper or anyone of significance which is…well strange to say the least" There's a look in his eyes which you can't really read but you get this gut feeling that it isn't good "Be careful Lena, something isn't right here"

You nod, Squeezing Emily's hand before taking a step back and looking at Winston once again "I'll 'elp the others with the fighting, you just get her to safety" You hold his gaze for a moment, trying to figure out why he looks uneasy, but he just nods curtly at you before walking away with Emily following close behind him. You're left standing there staring after them trying to figure out what he could be thinking, not that it particularly matters right now, as you have much more important things to deal with.

You run down the corridor, it feeling endless as the siren bores into your head and the white of the walls hurt your eyes. It's so loud and hectic, you can barely hear yourself think. Where should you go? What are you even supposed to be doing? Your thoughts are cut off by a piercing scream that seems to echo all around you. You don't even stop to think who it could be before you blink in the direction of the sound.

What you find isn't a pretty sight. One of Overwatch's newest recruits, a foot soldier no older than twenty is lying there half beaten to death with Someone towering above her. You find yourself carelessly charging at the Talon agent, bullets flying towards them as some sort of unknown rage takes over you. Within seconds the agent is on the floor with several bullets torn into their flesh. The barely conscious foot soldier looks up at you, trying to thank you but she doesn't have enough strength. You feel your heart sink, watching the girl in front of you who you know is slowly dying.

"Hey luv, do you think ya can move?" you ask softly, crouching down next to the girl who manages to open her eyes and move her head slightly. You take that as a sign that hopefully she'll try help you get her to someone who can help. With a bit of trouble, you manage to get your arms around her and lift her up. All she does in groan in pain, trying her hardest to walk with you but nearly falling every step.

"Hey, what's your name" you ask, trying to sound your usual bubbly self. It's the easiest way to distract both of you for acknowledging that she's dying and you're just delaying it slightly. She doesn't answer at first, just slumps against you. For a moment you think she's passed out and you're about to groan in annoyance that you have to drag this dead weight. But then her head suddenly jerks up, and her eyes meet yours properly for the first time.

"S-sadie" she stutters, her voice edged with pain. She should absolutely be unconscious from her injuries by now, but she has this look of…something in her eye. "You're Tracer, t-the Tracer"

"That's me luv, the one and only" you say to her, about to give her your signature salute before you remember both your arms are holding her up. You hurry your pace, trying to get to where you know there will be some agents waiting to help the injured. You'd gone over the evacuation plan several times in the last few days, everyone knowing where they're supposed to be. Angela and her newly recruited team of medics will be waiting by the south wing and another team will be waiting by the side entrance. You're closest to the south wing, and although that means having to double back to your own rendezvous point you don't really care. All you care about just now is getting the dying girl in your arms to safety.

"T-Tracer?" Sadie asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Yeah luv?"

"Am I going to die?"

You find it hard to gulp down in the lump in your throat then, the feeling of unease from before intensifying as you try to think of what to say. "What? Of course not, you're fine" you say as cheerfully as you can, desperately counting down in your head how long it will be until you get to the medics waiting at the south wing.

"If I do-"

"You won't!"

The loudness of your own voice makes you both jump. She looks up at you with tear filled eyes and you can't help but falter in your steps. You didn't mean to shout, hell you don't want to shout at anyone and make them uncomfortable. But this isn't the time, you don't have time for this emotional stuff now you need to get her to someone who can help. You've always tried to be good, save everyone you can, and when you can't it kills you. It hurts more than you could ever try to explain to anyone. She may only be one girl, but she's one girl you could have saved.

When you turn a corner, and see a very anxious looking Angela standing there, you've never felt so relieved to see her. You shout her name, her head snapping up to you and in an instant she's running to you with a few members of her team following behind.

"What happened?" she asks as she takes Sadie from your arms and carefully passes her to the people behind her that immediately start patching her up.

"Don't know, found 'er like this. Killed the guy that did it to her"

Angela nods, looking from the girl then back to you. "We need to move out, thank you Lena"

"Will she be okay?" you ask, making Angela stop in her hurried tracks.

"I don't know, but we need to go. We're leaving with the Injured as soon as possible…you need to get to your rendezvous point quickly"

You nod, the world seeming to blur around you as everyone disappears. You're left standing there feeling dazed and shaky as you look down to see the blood on your hands. You sigh deeply, telling yourself to get a grip before you turn on your heel and blink towards your destination, not being able to shake off the feeling that something is very wrong.

"It's nice to see the good doctor hasn't changed"

His voice makes you freeze, your blood feeling as though it's just turned to ice when you quickly turn and see him standing there.

"She's always been like that, not that you'd know" You find yourself saying, trying to sound snarky but your voice completely fails you. You sound like a wet puppy, whimpering and terrified.

Reaper makes a noise that sounds like something between amusement and disappointment. "She's always been a hard one to crack, no one could ever figure out how to get to her…a bit like you"

You don't know what to do. Talon's like number one bad guy is standing right in front of you, and you can't even move. You need to think, to try figure out what the hell you should be doing. You need to run, to get to your rendezvous point and get back to Emily. There's never been higher stakes than there are now, so why are you stuck like this just staring at the blank shadowy monster in front of you.

"You don't scare me" you say, your confidence finally coming back as you start to formulate a plan in your head.

"I wasn't sent here to scare you" He answers, his voice dipping impossibly low "I'm here to get what I want"

"'nd what's that, luv? Those files you failed to get last time?"

He practically growls in response, taking a step towards you threateningly "You should watch what you're saying Tracer" he says your call sign in a familiar way, it's teasing…and you feel like you've heard it before from someone in your past. It almost sounds like- like…but it can't be.

He laughs darkly, bringing you back to reality. You try to look at him, figure out what he's up to but you can't. You can't even see his face because of that stupid mask he's wearing…although you're not sure you want to. From his appearance alone, it seems Widow isn't the only one Talon tried the gene altering thing on. Although, it seems he must have gone through it voluntarily, with not being brainwashed and all that.

"I know about your weaknesses" he says, and although you can't see his face, you can hear the smirk in his voice. A sharp stab of panic hits you at his words.

"What are-"

"-It seems you have more than one now" He takes another step closer, the shotguns in his hands now uncomfortably close to you. He could very easily kill you from where he's standing. You really aught to run away, or at least create some distance between you both but…but you want to know what he means. If he means what you think he does…you're in a lot of trouble.

"What do you mean?" you ask in a voice which is supposed to be confident, but sounds incredibly weak. You can hear the own fear in your voice and want to kick yourself for how stupid you sound. You can practically feel how much he loves that from the way his demeaner changes.

"I know your secret Oxton, and I'm going to use it against you when you least expect it"

"What do-" you begin to say, but a spray of bullets interrupts you. Reaper is holding his shoulder, looking around to see who fired the shots, but no one can be seen. He growls angrily before looking back at you. You think he's going to say something else, but he doesn't. Before you can even start to say anything, he's disappeared in a puff of smoke.

On shaking legs, you make your way to the rendezvous point, your head a complete mess as you try to figure out what the hell he was talking about. He knows your secret, what secret? The first thing that comes to mind is about Widow and how she's been helping you. But no, no he can't know about that. She said her and her hacker friend had covered that up pretty well.

The realisation that he could be talking about Emily suddenly dawns on you and you feel sick. How could you not have thought about that before? Emily is your bloody girlfriend for god sake and you're too busy worrying about someone who is basically the enemy. You really need to get your priorities straight, Emily should be your one and only priority…but, it seems she isn't.

You want to keep lying to yourself forever that Widow means nothing to you and all this whole tag team you have with Emily to save her is because you want to take a valuable asset away from Talon. And you're doing it to save her of course. But really, it's not, is it? Sure it's somewhat about that, that you and Emily both really want to recue her after all she's been through but…but there's something more, something deeper you don't want to think about, never mind talk about.

"Lena!" You snap out of your thoughts to see you're already at your destination and Emily is waiting there with a still very concerned looking Winston beside her. She runs towards you, you blinking forward to meet her quicker. As soon as she's at arms reach you have your arms wrapped around her tightly, and you feel for the first time in awhile you can finally breathe. She hugs you back just as tightly, quickly pulling away from you to give you a once over and to clarify the blood on your hands isn't your own.

"I'm good Em" you say, trying to give her your best smile "had to 'elp someone on the way here, but I'm good"

"Good" is all she says at first, but then something flashes across your face, something you've seen a lot recently "Reaper was spotted…did you?..."

You look over to Winston, noticing he's watching you both with a strange expression. You Look back to Emily, meeting her eyes and trying to give her a look you hope she understands means you'll tell her later.

"Ah, no luv. Lucky really, wouldn't want to bump into him here, would we?"

She nods, seeming to understand what you mean, well you hope she does anyway. She lets go of you, and you both make your way over to Winston who seems to be concentrating intently on something on his phone. He looks startled when you approach, but then smiles awkwardly as he always does before he clears his throat.

"It seems all Talon agents have retreated. Our causalities aren't too high" He pauses, looking at you both over his glasses "I think we need to count ourselves lucky and celebrate that we won, don't you?"

You grin, trying to push everything to the back of your mind while you give Winston the biggest hug you can. He laughs loudly when Emily joins your hug too, which in turn both makes you laugh. It feels nice laughing with your best friend, it takes your mind off things, but sadly not enough for you to ignore the very dangerous situation both you and Emily could be in now.

The celebration is casual, everyone chatting excitedly and sharing battle stories while they sit around in the living area. Reinhardt is telling an over enthusiastic story about he killed 5 men with one hammer swing. Fareeha of course is desperately trying to butt into Reinhardt's story and tell her own story of how she killed people as well with her rockets. Ana is just sitting there quietly sipping her tea and trying not to giggle at the both of them. Other people come and go from the room, giving reports on the injured, which by the end of the night isn't as bad as anyone thought.

You find yourself trying to hide away, being polite when people talk to you but not wanting to actually engage in conversation. You're too busy going over what Reaper said, and what he could have meant, to actually keep talking to anyone. Emily did try get you to spill what happened when you had both gone back to your room to get changed, but you just couldn't tell her. You didn't want her to freak out. You don't think she'll necessarily freak out about Reaper possibly knowing about her, but you know what kind of a reaction she has with anything to do with Widow, so even then you didn't want to tell her about any of it. Luckily you didn't have to as Mccree came knocking at your door saying he'd been sent to round up any stragglers for the 'woo we didn't die' party.

Emily had given up on talking to you hours ago, now happily going between different groups with a drink in hand, a soft smile on her face the whole time. she knows better than to talk to you when you're in your own head. There's times she leaves you alone to think it out, and just now is definitely one of those times.

"Lena" you look up, your eyes feeling incredibly heavy when you do so, but you perk up a bit seeing Mei standing there.

"Hey luv" you say, offering her a tired smile. She offers you a shy smile back, clasping her hands together nervously as she usually does when she talks to anyone, well almost anyone. She's shy and very reserved around everyone who isn't Aleksandra, she seems a little less shy and more chatty around her. You have a sneaky suspicion something more is going on between those two behind closed doors, but it isn't your place to say.

"Dr Zeigler wants to see you in her office" Mei says softly, making eye contact then looking away nervously.

"Dr Zei- oh, Angie. Got it" you say, already standing up "Thanks Mei" She nods, looking relieved she doesn't have to talk anymore.

On your way to Angela's office you mind wonders as it usually does. To Mei and how you find it incredible, and kind of weird that she's so shy and nervous for someone who's basically a genius in her scientific field. To Emily, and how you're really glad you have such an understanding relationship, and she knows just how to treat you when you get like this. Then strangely, your mind is on Widow. On how you wish you had some sort of way to contact her, just in case Reaper really is on to her. In fact, you find yourself wishing she were here, hiding away safely in your room. You know Emily wouldn't mind, she'll be just as worried when you tell her about this whole situation. Admitting to yourself that you almost miss Widow is…it's a strange feeling. One that makes your stomach fill with butterflies. You don't know if that's a good or a bad thing.

You come to a stop outside Angela's office, taking a moment to collect your thoughts and take a quick breath. She'll just be wanting to check you over, that's all. You don't really know why you suddenly feel so worried. It's probably everything in your head, overthinking always makes you feel on edge, even when you're safe at home with nothing to fear.

With another quick breath you push the door open, giving Angela your best smile. She smiles back at you, looking more exhausted than you've seen her in a long time. But as usual she gets down to business quickly, checking you over for any Injuries, not checking too thoroughly as she knows you have the sense to come to her if you were injured. Or more, you know she will about kill you if you didn't go to her. You'd once been cut and just banged it up yourself. When she saw you trying to hide the wound from her she shouted so loudly Fareeha came running into the room, from the other side of the base, asking who Angela was about to murder. It was you on that occasion, but in the few times the stubborn agents have been injured and not told Angela, she's done the same thing to them. She can be really scary when she wants to be, so you know to always stay on her good side. Although by the look she's giving you now…you feel you're treading on a very thin line between her good and bad side.

"Lena" she says, her eyes on yours in that stern way they were the other night when she confronted you about the Widowmaker file. "What's wrong?"

"What? Nothing's wrong, I'm fine luv" You say, probably too quickly to be believable. She seems to catch on, narrowing her eyes at you and searching your face for something. She doesn't seem to find whatever she was looking for as she sighs softly and relaxes.

"Lena you're…I'm worried about you liebling…again"

"Why?" you ask, trying to keep a smile on your face, even though you know how fake it must look. you can't fool Angela, you've never been able to.

"Lena, you not only tipped us off about the attack, but you also saved that girls life today. She was on deaths door and you saved her. You've done so many great things these last few days…so why have you sat for the entire evening on your own looking lost?"

"Angie, I" you start, trying to figure but what to say, but really you don't know. You don't want to keep lying to her, but you also can't exactly tell her the truth. Then again…telling her a slightly altered version of the truth can't be that bad, right? You suppose you really do need to tell someone that you saw Reaper today, eventually you'll have to write it in your report anyway. You'd be in serious trouble if you didn't write it up and they checked surveillance and caught you lying.

"You can trust me, you know that don't you liebling?" Angela asks softly, laying her hand on your arm, and you know then you need to tell her something.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course. It's just…I saw Reaper today"

She seems confused for a moment, looking at you strangely before replying "Yes, he was spotted today on the south balcony-"

"No, luv. I saw him today. He was watching us, he talked to me"

She pales considerably, opening her mouth as if she's going to say something but then closes it again. You wait a moment, waiting to see if she will say anything, but she doesn't. She just looks at you, a strange expression on her face you can't quite read.

"What did…what did he say?" she asks eventually, her voice quiet and nowhere near as stern as before. She almost sounds…scared? You get that Reaper is Talon's most threatening agent, but why would even mentioning the fact he was watching you today shake Angela like this? You have a feeling it also has something to do with her past which she guards so well.

"He said some weird stuff, some stuff 'bout you"

You watch as she bites her lip and turns away. You're about to ask if she's okay, or even what the hells going on before she speaks again. "Did he say anything about Overwatch, about any more plans for attacks?"

You have to stop for a minute and think before you answer. He didn't really, just said he came here to get what he wanted then said he knew your secret. You don't know if you should tell her about that part, mostly because you don't know how she'll react. You expect you'll get assigned some extra protection, or moved to a safe house for a while but…you don't know if you really want that. Of course, you want Emily to be safe, but you don't want to out her through this hiding to protect her thing. But then again, maybe it is better to at least let Angela know so if you do need help Overwatch will be ready.

"He was really weird luv. Said he knew my secrets"

"Your…your what?" she replies, looking more confused than anything.

"Yeah, he just like rocked up to me all like 'oh hey Tracer I know your secrets now and gonna use them against ya, don't mind me'"

"Do you have any what he could mean?"

"I don't know, what does he even want? Like was 'e talking about Emily or-" You cut yourself off sharply, your eyes widening as you realise what you nearly just said. Oh god, that could have been bad, really bad.

"or what?" she asks, seemingly unaware of the freak out you're currently having.

"Nothin', luv" you say quickly, taking a quick shaky breath "I'm just a bit shaken up, thought he was gonna kill me an' that"

She hums softly in reply as if she's thinking on something. "That's understandable. I'll talk to the commander, but the best option is probably to have a team in a nearby safe house ready to help if needed. If he does mean what we think he means, then…"

"Don't worry too much Angie" You say, trying to keep your tone upbeat and a smile on your face as she looks at you "I'm sure me 'nd Em will both be fine"

She doesn't reply, but you can already tell what she's thinking about. She has that same expression on her face as she did when you talked to her about what happened to Amelie. You have a feeling she's definitely preparing for that to happen again, and honestly that breaks your heart. You hate to see her in so much pain over something she really couldn't have controlled.

"Well, I better get back to my room" you say, making her look at you "Me and Em are leaving as soon as tomorrow, she has to get back to work. Apparently, someone trying ta possibly kill ya doesn't count as a good enough reason to be off"

Angela nods, smiling but it doesn't reach her eyes. You can tell she appreciates you trying to lighten the mood, but you have a suspicion nothing can cheer her up once she's going over her past mistakes. She's always been like that, very conscious of her actions even when the effects they caused happened years ago.

"Keep in contact with me liebling, message me if anything suspicious happens"

"Course luv, anything for you"

As you give her a little wave and leave the room, you suddenly feel incredibly guilty. You know the truth would have hurt her, especially if you'd actually explained everything you know about Widow remembering what she's done. She wouldn't be able to handle it, Angela is a lot of things but incredibly emotionally stable is not one of them. You try to justify it to yourself that way anyway, when really, it's yourself who you're scared for. You don't want to betray your best friends trust, and in a way, you don't want to let anyone else in on your little secret.

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The next day on the flight home to tell Emily about Reaper's warning. She of course does exactly as you predicted and instantly worries about Widow and if she's safe. It isn't until you point out to her that she could be the one at risk that she actually stops and seems to worry about herself. Even when she's worried for her own life, she's still going on about how you need to find Widow and warn her. You guess she probably is right to be worried though. After all, she has you and Overwatch agents ready to protect her if need be. Widow has no one. The thought that the only people she can even begin to trust are you and Emily makes you feel concerned, but also kind of happy. You do want to protect her, of course you do. You just don't know if you can, and that's what scares you.

When you land, thanks to the private airship, you don't need to go through any actual airport security, which is great since your accelerator always causes problems. They always think it's a bomb and you have to always give them the 'I need this to live please just let me through' speech. Without too much fuss, you find yourselves both in a taxi on the way home, happy to be back in London once again. You feel kind of bad that all of Emily's time off was spent stuck in Gibraltar with you, but she doesn't seem to mind too much. As you get closer to your flat, you can practically feel Emily relax against you. You guess she's missed home just as much as you have, maybe more.

You let her go ahead inside with your bags while you pay the taxi driver. It's an omnic of course, most if not all taxi drivers are omnics now. Although his face can't change he seems happy enough that you've paid him and wishes you a good day. You stand there and watch as he drives off, just taking a minute to soak in the city and how much you've missed it. London is your home, always will be no matter where you are.

When you walk into your flat, the first thing you notice is your bags lying at the front door. You want to laugh at the fact Emily just dumped them there and probably went to make herself a cuppa. It is incredibly stereotypically English, but Emily doesn't care, she loves her tea more than anything, maybe more than you.

"Em" you say, already walking towards the kitchen "Hope you're making me a cuppa too because I'm-"

"-Hello, Cherie"

You almost trip over your own feet you're so surprised to hear her voice. Your eyes met hers and…and you've never seen her look so sad. There's a dullness to her eyes, and her hands are clasped firmly together. She looks scared, not like her normal self at all. Emily touching her arm and holding out a mug of tea to her makes the tiniest switch of a smile appear, but it's gone within a second. You don't quite know how to deal with this. The Widowmaker who you knew a few months ago would be teasing you and trying to shoot you right now, but this Widow, the only word that comes to mind is broken. She looks so broken.

"You…alright luv?" you find yourself asking in a quiet voice. You're almost afraid to talk as loudly as you usually do in case it scares her. She looks so timid, so scared. It brings one question to your mind. What the hell happened to her?

"I…non. There's something wrong with me, I'm- I'm feeling things"

At first you almost want to laugh. Laugh because she comes here looking like her life's in danger to tell you she feels things. You do want to laugh, that is until you realise she probably hasn't felt things on any level for a long time. Due to her missing treatments she's become more human, you noticed that awhile ago, but this, this must be her properly feeling emotions for the first time. You do wonder exactly what emotions she's talking about, but you quickly push that thought way.

"We all feel things luv" you start, going back to your usual loudness out of habit "If you ever get away from Talon you'll get used to that-"

"-Lena" Emily gives you a sharp look as she cuts you off, her hand back on Widow's arm again as, as you predicted, Widow does in fact looked a bit shocked by the noise. Or maybe it's the news that she'll be able to feel things again. Either way, you realise you probably just should have kept your mouth shut.

She tries to take a sip from the mug in her hands, but they're shaking too much. With a deep sigh she places it on the counter and begins to fidget with her hands, not looking at ether you or Emily. You're just about to apologize, or say something at least, when she speaks.

"We're not safe"

It takes you a minute to figure out what she's talking about, you just look at her, trying to search her face for something that tells you exactly what she means, but she still won't meet your eyes. Emily seems to get it quicker than you do.

"Did something happen?"

"Non, not- not yet" she says, her voice actually trembling. You've never seen her this vulnerable before, it actually kind of scares you. "I was there, at the watchpoint yesterday. My orders were to locate people, not to kill"

"So you know about-"

"-Yes. Sombra was keeping an eye on you for me. She heard the whole conversation with Reaper. She told me as soon as we were alone. I felt…non, I still feel...something about it"

"Something?" Emily asks gently, using the voice she normally only ever uses for when you're upset. You feel a pang of jealousy briefly, but then wonder why. If what you've been thinking is right, you have no need to feel jealous.

"I feel…frightened, maybe. Sombra wrote a mission for me into the system to give me a few days here…to get away from Talon, and to…"

"To see us" you finish for her, receiving an almost shy nod from her. It's still so very strange to see her like this, but really, you almost feel flattered. Well would do if all your lives weren't possibly in danger. To think she'd want to spend time with you and Em, it's a bit crazy really. She's gone from being your enemy to…well, you're not sure what you think of her now.

"Lena" Emily says, her voice drawing you out of your own very complicated thoughts "could you look around outside while I…" she says, giving you a look that you understand straight away.

"Right, check the perimeter and shoot anyone bad looking, got it" you reply with a little salute, making Emily giggle and even rousing the smallest smile out of Widow.

As you're checking your guns are loaded and getting ready to head out, you can't help but stand in the doorway and watch them. Emily has Widow's hand in hers, trying to make some sort of joke out of how cold her hands are. She leads her to the couch and sits her down, Widow still look incredibly uneasy, but not as nervous as before,

"Do you want anything? I can stick on some food if you're hungry"

"No thank you…I'm fine" Widow replies, giving Emily this soft smile you've never really seen before. You've only seen her smile once before and you're still standing by your statement from then that a smile really does look good on her.

"Do you want to stay here? You said you have a few days here. Wouldn't want you out on the streets or anything"

Widow shakes her head "I'll be fine, Emily"

"But I want to- I mean Lena too- we both want to make sure you're safe"

That seems to catch Widow off guard. A strange expression pulls on her face before she looks over to you, then back to Emily again "I don't want to put you in danger…If something goes wrong…"

"It won't. Just stay here with us, please?" Emily says, taking Widow's hand once again and squeezing it. "We'd both feel better if you did" Widow seems unsure still, like there's something on her mind. Emily seems to notice.

"You can tell us what you're thinking, you know"

"I know, I…I feel…worried. Sombra can't protect us forever. I don't want you to get hurt because of me, either of you"

"Hey luv, you'll be fine. Think Sombra saved my butt yesterday, shot at Reaper to distract him. If she's that brave, she can keep covering your ass until we figure out how ta keep ya safe"

"I…I guess so" you can tell by her tone she doesn't really, but you can trust Emily to cheer her up and reassure her. Just now you get to go outside and zip around, which really is a great idea. You're feeling pretty restless already, the long flight and taxi ride home not helping at all. You're looking forward to being able to run around outside. You doubt you'll find anyone snooping around, but you get to burn off some energy at least, and maybe clear your head a bit too.

With one last look back at them, you make your way out of the flat and downstairs into the chill evening air. You search the perimeter pretty quickly thanks to your accelerator, in fact you check it twice just to be sure but there's no one there. You don't expect Talon to make a move so soon, but you definitely wanna keep an eye out just in case.

You find yourself sitting on a rooftop, your legs swinging over the edge as you try to organise your thoughts a bit more. The night sky and pretty lights are distracting, but in the right kind of way. It's quiet out here, away from the very people who are making your head the mess it is.

The last week you've spent in Gibraltar with Emily has felt like a dream. Something strange which isn't part of reality. After all, the amount of times you've talked about Widow together, and looked at her file, it just doesn't seem real. It almost feels like any the time you weren't going over plans for the attack, you were with her always talking about Widow. It's really…well, you can't describe what it's done to you. You'd say you're confused, but you're not really. You realised what this meant a long time ago, but you were always too scared to admit it. The thought of even having a crush on someone else feels totally alien to you, but here you are. You freaked out when you first realised it, pushed it so far back in your head that you'd hoped it would just go away. Because really, it was just a bit of a crush to begin with. But now, you know it definitely runs a lot deeper than that.

You've been so scared of this because of Emily, because of the fact she's your girlfriend and the only one you're supposed to love. The thought of loving anyone else seemed impossible to you. You love her and you're happy with that…but you aren't, not really. If Emily's behaviour over the last few months, and tonight especially has taught you anything, it's that she must feel the same way.

As you get to your feet and make your way home, you realise you've felt so selfish until now. Obsessing over saving Widow and helping her. But then Emily got involved, and everything changed. She wanted to help, started to get as emotionally invested in this as you are. You don't know how you didn't notice it before. You should have from her emotional out bursts, and how she loved reading the file. All the signs were there, yet you were so scared of your own feelings, that you ignored Emily's.

When you get in you lock the door and bolt it, not wanting anyone to disturb you tonight. There's no telling what any of you will do if some burglar tries break in now, especially with everyone so on edge. It's quiet, apart from the sound of the TV playing quietly. You expect both Emily and Widow to be sitting there watching a movie or something. What you find however, isn't that at all.

Emily has one arm around Widow's shoulders, her other draped lazily across her lap. They're both asleep, Widow snuggled right up against Emily as if they're a couple who have fallen asleep cuddling. The thought makes this little spark inside you ignite. You don't know what the feeling is, but it isn't bad. Emily and Widow a couple, it sounds strange to think about…specially when you add yourself into the mix. The three of you together…that could be what you all want.

With a tired sigh you grab the blanket sitting on the arm chair and drape it over them both. You watch them for a moment, willing yourself to just leave them and go to bed, but you can't. You don't want to. You want more than ever to cuddle up with both of them and just give into what you've been feeling for a long time.

Cautiously you lift up the blanket, trying to tell yourself this is a bad idea, but fuck it it's happening now. This might be your only chance, Widow might be gone in the morning and you don't know if you'll ever get a chance like this again. With the blanket over the three of you, you test the waters by placing your hand on Widow's arm. It's cold, a nice contract to how warm you feel with how flustered you are about this whole situation. You nervously lay your head on the back of the couch, leaning your body towards her and praying to every god under the sun that he doesn't wake up right now. She's cold, but not freezing, and her breaths come out shallow, but they're there. They're both here, and both safe with you.

You don't know what will happen in the morning, but in this moment, you've never felt more content.