AN: This one has a serious note in part of it. After this I will be going back to more lighthearted fun.

"Brian!" Timmy saw him first. And then the eleven year old became like unto the rockets he was so fond of, he slammed into Brian's stomach, wrapping his arms around his older brother sobbing hysterically.

Brian hel his young brother to him, a small sad smile on his face as she patted the boy's head, and lightly hugged him back.

"Brian!" another voice called out, not far behind Timmy. There was a great crashing of stone as Orisa dropped the large rock she had been pulling out of the rubble pile. She sorta reared back on her hind legs as she rotated her body around, clamoring over the broken buildings. With her own crash, though much more controlled, and, just like Timmy, hers arms wrapped around Brian, this time his shoulders, as she buried her heavy metal head on his shoulder. Oddly, she made the same sounds a human would make when crying, even though she had no tears.

"Brian!" an a third voice that Brian...recognized. But, she shouldn't be here. But there she was. Her small figure, clad in her skin tight blue and white meka suit, complete with pink striping. Fumbling over and around the pile, Hana reached the group, stopping just short. She stared for a long moment before her cheeks puffed, and her foot stomped.

With a laugh, Brian held up his right arm, beckoning her forward, seeing as how Orisa was clinging to the left.

Hana's face lit up as she nearly leapt on him, half squishing Timmy. Similar to Orisa, she buried her head into Brian's neck and cried softly. She was muttering in korean, repeating how much she loved him, over and over, quietly.

"It is good to see you," a quiet, serene voice caught Brian's attention.

"Pretty nice to be able to be seen, Master Zenyatta," Brian half laughed. "Glad you and Efi are alright. You were the main targets, according to the blue lady, Widowmaker. She was hoping to do something to me similar to what they did to her, with mind control stuff."

"That is quite disturbing," Genji said quietly, from atop a shattered wall. "If she was an innocent twisted by Talon, I am even more in contempt of them."

Solemnly, Brian nodded. "That was the impression I got. She hates it, but has to do it, because she doesn't know any other way, anymore.."

"Vell," Zarya's booming voice carried over the group, and even drowned out the equipment and crews working through the rubble. "Glad you are able to be in happy reunion. But I will be needing Brian to give me a full report, for my superiors. And the sooner we start, the fewer details he will forget,"

"Ah, yeah!" Hana stood back. Her cheeks and nose were red, as were her puffy eyes. Wet streaks ran down her face as she sniffed. She was an adorable cryer. "Me too! Can we do this as a joint report?"

The big woman shrugged, "Don't see why not. More the merrier, I like to say."

Zarya paused for a moment, thinking, then popped into a huge grin. "Not that way little man," she slapped Brian on the shoulder. "Not on the first date anyway."

"Thanks, Zarya," Brian said, dryly as he first peeled Orisa off of himself. He then turned his attention to Timmy. "You've seen me a bit more uncomfortably naked than I am happy with. I partially feel like I should charge you for it."

"Heh," Zarya laughed, rubbing her chin a moment. "Tell you what, give me the whole gun show and we can see about this three-way."

"You two are terrible!" Hana fidgeted, her face steaming red. "There's no way I'd...I mean...Maybe with Brian I wouldn't mind...but I…." the more she talked, the quieter and quieter her voice became, until she was barely making any sound. Her head was pointed at the ground by the end, her long hair draped over her face, obscuring it, as she twirled her thumbs.

Brian and Zarya looked from the pilot with wide eyes, before turning to regard each other. Then they burst out laughing. "Oh my god, Hana," Brian squeezed out. "You're the cutest thing ever!"

Hana squeaked a little and stepped back.

"Truly, miss , you are a treasure," Zarya laughed. "But come! We have much paperwork to slay!"

"Yeah, and I need to get food in me," Brian sighed as he rubbed at his stomach, and following the russian. Hey...D...ya coming?"

"Ah! Yes!"

"Hey-o!" a chipper cockney voice came from the door of the small, off-white room. Brian turned to see Lena leaning in, one arm on the edge of the doorframe, like she was hanging from it. "Got Timmy situated. He's staying with Efi's family for the moment. He's a bit shaken up, but more worried about you than anything else."

"Yeah, that's Timmy," Brian chuckled. "I feel like so much has happened to us in the last few years that it's become blase."

"Truly, not something to get used to, especially for being so young," Zarya sighed as she crossed her arms. "I've seen it too much in Russia. Especially on the omnic front."

"Can't imagine the scale," Brian made a sour face as he went back to the description of events. He was trying to get as much detail and information as he could, leaving out any mention of his abilities, of course.

Zarya snorted as she shook her head. "This city had best be careful. It's only a matter of time before the omnics turn on them too," she almost spat the word 'omnic'. "Killing is the only thing they do."

"One million casualties. Over one hundred thousand in a single day, Battle of Somme" Brian said, almost casually. "One million, one-hundred thousand, Battle of Stalingrad. Six-hundred, fifty-thousand, Normandy."

"What?" Zarya frowned.

"World War One, alone," Brian glanced up at the russian. "More than a million in Leningrad. Humans have made killing other humans an industrial artform. Dictators slaughter millions of their own people and nobody cares right until they begin killing in other countries. Honestly, in the scheme of things, humans are the ones that only know how to only kill. Omnics are far more productive members of society than we are, at the end of the day."

She didn't speak. Instead, Zarya simply frowned at Brian, darkly. Emotions seemed to war on her face as her jaw clenched. Until, finally, she stood and pushed past Lena.

"Little harsh," Lena blinked looking back to Brian.

"Not fond of bigots of any type," Brian sighed. "She has her reasons to hate omnics. But laying the blame on all of them for the things some do?"

"I getcha," Lena smiled a bit as she took the chair Zarya had abandoned. "What are your plans now?"

"Now?" Brian looked up at the Overwatch agent. "Now I get as far away from Timmy as I can. Talon seems to be interested in me, so I can't stay with him. I can't even protect myself. I've put off learning about my abilities for too long, I guess."

Lena nodded slightly as she cocked her head to the side. 'Well...wanna join Overwatch?"

"Pff, hell no!"