"You don't like me, do you?" Sombra asked. She was on the couch again, still wearing one of Brian's shirts. This time, however, she was wearing sweatpants and had her wet hair wrapped up in a towel.

"What?" Timmy, turned to look at her, surprised. He had been watching a show about Overwatch. Because, of course he was. Overwatch was the best thing ever! After his brother. And Efi. And Orisa.

"You seem to not like me," Sombra smirked slightly.

"I don't like you," Timmy shrugged.

"Wow...straightforward!" Sombra laughed. "I like that!"

"Oh!" Timmy blinked with understanding. He was kinda dense sometimes. He knew it. Brian called him an airhead. Which was kinda funny, if he was dense, how could he be an airhead.

And he was doing it again. His brain would catch something and run with it. Brian was kinda dense too. Like he didn't realize that Sombra liked him, liked him. Or that Orisa, despite being omnic, had something of a crush on him.

"Hola?" Sombra frowned slightly. She was concerned. In fact she was half sitting up.

"Ah, sorry," Timmy shook his head slightly. "I think of things and my mind goes away with them. Kinda how I build stuff. I don't not like you. I just don't like you," Timmy said, then just...looked at her.

"Okay…" Sombra blinked. The kid was smart. But crazy smart. He kinda reminded her of Moira. Wait...Moira knows these guys… "Are you related to Moira?"

"Moira?" Timmy looked surprised. "D'Oeorain?"

"Si," Sombra nodded. "I know her."

"Oh," Timmy just nodded. "No. She worked with my mom and Dad. I don't remember much, 'cause I was little at the time. But when our parents died, Moira was the one who had to take care of us. Brian is doing it now with his online work with...you. I guess."

"Ah, yeah," Sombra nodded frowning. "He mentioned he needed a little extra work. He's got skills though, so I know he can handle it."

"I don't like how you go off into spanish sometimes," Timmy sighed. "Well, you do it a lot, actually. I don't know spanish, so it's unnerving for me."

"I, what?" Sombra looked at Timmy for a moment before her mind caught up. "Oh! When I said you didn't like me. And you said you didn't dislike me."

"Yeah."

"I can see that," Sombra admitted. "You tow must be confused sometimes, huh?"

"I am," Timmy nodded. "Brian isn't. He knows spanish."

"He does?" Sombra was surprised. "He always acted like he didn't!"

"Probably messing with you," Timmy shrugged. "He knows a lot of languages. I don't know any that he doesn't know at least a little of."

"What?" Sombra sat up fully now. This was some interesting information.

"I'm a super genius," Timmy smirked. "I didn't become smart out of nowhere. Our parents worked at Oasis, a long time ago. I'm really smart. Brian isn't dumb. He just isn't smart like me. He's smart in other ways. Like languages. And he knows computers better than me. And he can do physical stuff really good. I generally fall down half way through the mile run during PE."

"Ha, ha," Sombra laughed. "That's interesting."

"So, are you going to do adult stuff with him?"

Sombra's jaw snapped shut with a click as her eyes went wide. "I...what? No!"

"You like him," Timmy frowned. "I probably shouldn't have said that. Brian tells me that I say things I shouldn't a lot. I'm sorry."

"Whoa, no, it's...a surprise," Sombra shook her head as if trying to catch up. She wasn't used to not being the smartest person in the room. "I mean, he's cute. He'll be better as he gets older, but I'm like, ten years older than him."

"He'll be eighteen in six months, if that helps," Timmy smiled. He was a helper!

"Not helping," Sombra laughed ruefully as she rubbed at her forehead. "No, I mean, He's normal. Even with a creepy smart little brother, he's a normal guy. He's funny and nice. I need that break, you know? Kinda reminds me what I'm fighting for."

"Oh…" Timmy looked down as he thought. "Well...we aren't normal. We are weird, in a lot of ways. And you aren't the only one who says that about him. He has a friend he games with online that he has known forever that says that stuff too."

"He does?" Sombra blinked, a bit surprised at the little flare of jealousy she felt.

"Yeah, she's that gamer girl from korea," Timmy nodded to a commercial that had just come on. One for some energy drink. The spokesgirl was a pretty young korean girl with long dark hair. She looked to be about Brian's age, and she had a pair of little pink triangles on her cheeks.

"He knows D,Va?" Sombra looked shocked. Because she was. "How the hell did that slip through my net?"

"Net?" Timmy frowned, concerned.

"Ah, de nada...nothing," Sombra sighed. "I keep an eye on most big celebrities, never know if they are in the conspiracy or not."

"Oh...She's not," Timmy nodded.

"Oh, and how would you know?" Sombra laughed.

"'Cause I know what you are talking about," Timmy gave her a dark look. "Brian keeps telling me that our parents died in an accident between Overwatch and Doomfist. But I know that isn't true. Not completely. They knew stuff. It's part of why Moira had to go away. Then that Blackwatch stuff happened. Overwatch wasn't convenient anymore, so they got rid of it."

Sombra sat. Her eyes had widened with every sentence the kid said, until they couldn't get any wider. "Dios…" she muttered at last. "How do you…."

"Don't know," Timmy switched back to a regular creepy little kid, almost like a switch had been flipped inside him. "Don't tell Brian I said that stuff, okay? He doesn't like it when I talk about it."

"Oh...okay," Sombra nodded as her mind raced. "I'm...gonna go into the bedroom for a bit and do some work. Let me know when Brian gets home, 'kay?"

"Oaky," Timmy nodded, turning back to his show. Almost like he hadn't even been talking with her.

"Pull it together...you're Sombra!" she told herself as she went into Brian's room and sat on the bed. "You're the girl who doesn't exist!"

Stepping off the tram, Brian looked up the block toward where he lived. Then he glanced back at Jesse. "I've come to a decision, Mister McCree," he said at last.

"Oh?" Jesse raised an eyebrow at the kid. He...he hadn't said his last name…. "And what is that?"

"Come this way for a moment," Brian turned and led the man down and around the station, stopping in a small, secluded spot. Pausing, he took the bag Jesse was carrying and set the one he had been carrying to one side, along with it.

"Alright, my life has always been odd. Mine and my brother's," Brian started as he rubbed his forehead. "After our parents died, I spent a lot of time and effort making them as normal as possible. Which isn't easy when you are dealing with a kid in the same mental ballpark as Efi Olande."

"I should think not," Jesse tilted his hat back as he leaned against a wall.

"Yes, well, things have been taking a distinct swerve back to weird a year or so ago," Brian was irritated. And on edge. "After we ran onto Winston and Tracer fighting it out with a blue lady and a weird guy with shotguns and a leather fetish at the Overwatch museum."

"Did...did you now?" Jesse frowned as he stood back up.

"So, I'm taking a bit of a chance with you, Jesse McCree," Brian sighed, but he looked the man square in the eye. "I'll take you to my home. You can talk to Timmy. If you can swear to me that you will not talk about anything that happens there, ever. Otherwise, I will tell you what Timmy told me, and we can both be on our separate ways."

Jesse stood for a long moment looking at the kid. Though right now, he seemed a lot older than he looked. "Alright," he ventured.

"Swear on your word, and your gun," Brian crossed his arms with a determined look.

"How the hell did you know…" Jesse sputtered before Brian cut him off with a sharp gesture.

"Look, I'm sorry I'm being a rude asshole. But my brother is involved here, and I promised our parents that I would take care of him. Swear and I'll tell you why I know that oath," Brian looked pained as he looked at the cowboy.

"Alright," Jesse nodded after a moment. "I swear to you that it stays with me...unless," he held up a hand. "Unless lives are directly at risk."

"I...that's fair," Brian let out a long breath. "Moira D'Oeorain is a family friend. She said you were stupid and honest to a fault, but trustworthy. And that your italian was shit."

For a moment, Jesse was stuck between cursing and laughing. He chose the latter. "I see, anything else she say about me?"

"Not that I can think of," Brian chuckled. "But the whole point of this is, have you heard the name 'Sombra'?"

"In passing," Jesse frowned. "It's a hacker collective. Big bounty involved, but not the kind of stuff I care about. I'm more into stopping the ones that hurt people. Why, are you part of it?"

"Not really," Brian shrugged. "I know a member, and she is visiting. I don't want it to become a thing."

"Oh, your lady friend," Jesse winked. "I gotcha. Far be it from me to get between a young man and his protecting the girl he likes…"

"Oh, come on…" Brian sputtered. "That's….I mean...asshole."

"I won't say a thing, my friend," Jesse clapped Brian on the shoulder. "I'll have my conversation, and be on my way."

"Thank you, Jesse," Brian smiled as he rolled his eyes. "Was this one of those manly shoulder grabs that means you're somehow my new manly mentor?"

"Well, I did think about giving you some tips to give you a little help…." Jesse grinned as he picked up both bags of groceries.

"Oh fuck you."