"So hot…." Brian groaned as he pulled the front door of his apartment closed. He tromped heavily into the living room, tossing his bag onto the couch.

Probably for the last time.

Slowly, Brian looked about the room. It was modest with basic, comfortable furniture. A small kitchen that was usually well stocked. A short hall the lead to a T junction, the end being a smallish bathroom. The two spokes went to a pair of rooms. The master had a nice little private bathroom off of it, and the other room was Timmy's.

It was a nice little place for a small family to start in. Until their parents died. It took six months before Brian could bring himself to move into the master bedroom. He felt callous and cold hearted doing it, but Moira had made a good point. Their parents were dead. They needed to start moving on before it bogged them down until they couldn't move.

Now...they were moving on again.

Timmy was now living with Efi, and her parents, the last of his things had been moved that morning, either to Efi's home, or storage, along with most of Brian's things.

The furniture would be moved to storage the next day, leaving the place bare. He would only be staying a couple more days anyway, wrapping up in a sleeping bag was going to be fine. After all...if he was going to travel with Master Zenyatta, he was going to need to get used to some discomfort.

The apartment...well...condo, really, was going to be rented out. Efi's parents said they would take care of it for him. They were good people. Patient, wise and funny. If they could handle Efi, they could handle Timmy. Probably. Maybe...hmmm….

Brian's thoughts were interrupted by a nock on the door. With a small frown, he walked slowly to it. He wasn't expecting anyone. Hana had gone to the Korean Embassy to do some paperwork so that he could go home with her, to visit. Orisa was still with Efi at the moment, probably preparing her own kit. And Master Zenyatta and Genji had gone wo speak to a group of omnic monks that lived in the city.

"Who is it?" Brian called, a few feet back from the door. He had seen plenty of action movies. You didn't just walk up to the door. That's when the bad guy shot you when you tried to look through the peephole.

It honestly sounded a little stupid, and extreme, seeing as how this wasn't a movie, and he would have felt stupid for doing it. Except he had actually been kidnapped by an evil terrorist organization determined to rule the world. Or something. Now that he thought about it, Brian had no idea what Talon's aim was.

"Uhh...Parcel Service," the voice called back, sounding slightly confused. Probably wasn't use to suspicious people yelling through the door at them. "I have a delivery for a 'Brian'?"

He hesitated for a moment, then took a breath and stepped to the door, opening it slowly, just enough to peek out.

The young man blinked at him. He was a skinny guy, a nose slightly too big for his pale, freckled face. His green eyes were deep emerald, and quite striking, if set a little too close together. His red hair was slick with sweat from the day. It was unseasonably hot out, after all.

More importantly, however, he held a small cardboard box. It was square, and probably about the size of a human head.

….

Okay, that was a weird thought.

A small sigh escaped Brian's mouth as he opened the door. He plastered a weak smile on his face, trying to look casual. "I'm Brian," he said in a sing-song voice, reaching out to take the box. It was light, but he could feel something small shift around inside of it.

"Alrighty, well, have a good day!" the delivery man gave a small nod, turned on his heel and walked away.

Brian watched him go until he went around the corner, before stepping back inside and closing the door. He let out a self deprecating smile as he walked back to the living room, setting the box on the small table before the couch and sitting.

Looking at the box, there was no sender. The originator stamp was from someplace in Mexico, though, which was odd. It also gave Brian a weird feeling.

"Fuck it," Brian grumbled to himself as he pulled the little pocket knife he had, slicing open the box and taking a quick look inside.

It was a...something.

The contents of the box was a small disc-like object, a bit larger and taller that a hockey puck. It was made of a dark metal that had a purplish sheen to it. On top of the thing had what looked like a small button, the type that probably lit up when it was turned on or something. And on top of the whole thing was a small red bow with a card attached that read, 'Press Me!'.

The script on the card was elaborate and flowing. The kind you would see on fancy cards and stuff in movies.

Brian sighed again as he stared into the box, at the device. It was probably a bomb that would go off when he hit the button. Or maybe poison gas would pour out of it.

"Fuck it," Brian said again as his fist slapped down on the device.

He had kinda expected the bomb part, but he was still taken aback as there was a bright flash of purple light. "Shit!" he cursed loudly as he shot to his feet, stumbling back. His had came up to protect his eyes, even as his body flashed instinctively with his power. His mass and density magnified as he fell back, crushing the couch beneath him.

Brian threw his body into a roll, blinking the spots out of his eyes, even as he expected the coming explosion. Or bullets. Maybe gas? Could be gas. Nothing was hitting him….

"Hey, amigo!" a familiar voice laughed. "You really know how to make a girl feel welcome, no?"

"Sombra?" Brian blinked again, prying open his eyes.

Sure enough, there stood Sombra. Her usual purple coat, the implants on her head glowing slightly. Same evil smirk on her beautiful face.

"Why are you standing on my coffee table?" Brian grunted as he consciously released his power. He was already kicking himself mentally for using it in front of the woman, even if it was on accident.

"That's where you put my teleporter," Sombra grinned as she looked down, then frowned slightly at one of her feet. Her small boot was in the box. "Most people would have taken it out of the box, you know?"

"No, I didn't know," Brian half laughed, standing to face her. "Most people don't send teleporters through the mail."

"Eh, I'm not most people. Help me down," Sombra held out a hand as she shook the box off her foot.

Another small laugh escaped Brian as he took her hand, helping her down to the floor. Not that she needed it. If he had learned anything from her staying with him that week, it was that she was in amazing shape.

"Okay, crazy lady," Brian tried to feel irritated, but he just couldn't do it. He simply enjoyed her, and her antics, too much. "Why are you teleporting into my place?"

"Cause it's safer than coming in the front door," Sombra shrugged as she stepped to the side and dropped into one of the overstuffed chairs in the living room. Her favorite, as Brian recalled. "I'm a wanted girl, after all."

"Of course you are," Brian shook his head. "I'd want you all the time."

Honestly, Brian didn't really think about what he said until Sombra's eyes snapped wide. A small blush crept up her cheeks as she just stared at him, her mouth slightly open.

Brian could feel the burn on his own face as he swallowed and looked away. "I...uh...I meant Knowing you I'd want to know where you were. 'Cause you're wanted. I mean….ah….I'm just going to shut up…." Brian slapped a hand over his face as he turned quickly and speed stepped into the kitchen. "I'm getting a drink. Do you want a drink?"

"Uh...sure…" Sombra coughed slightly, seemingly pulling in her own embarrassment. "Actually, I wanted to come by and make sure you were okay. After what happened."

Opening the refrigerator, Brian paused for a moment before pulling out the last beer that Sombra had left when she had visited last. He didn't say anything as he walked back into the room and handed her the drink.

"Brian?" Sombra looked...worried. Taking the bottle, she bit her lower lip slightly. "I...I'm sorry. I didn't know what was going to happen until it was too late. Moira and me both. I swear!"

"I know," Brian said, softly. "Not sure why, but for being members of a terrorist organization, I trust you two. Probably crazy, huh?"

Sombra looked down at the beer in her hand. She set it on the table before her as she slowly stood. A small, weak smile crossed her lips as her eyes filled. Silently, she stepped forward, taking his face into her hands. Even slower than before, she leaned in and gently kissed him.

Brian leaned into the kiss, his hands closing around her waist as he pulled her body to his. He didn't really know what was happening. This was wild. Not the kind of thing he normally did. He was too level headed. He was boring. He worked hard at it. But it was like something snapped in his head. All the stress. Nearly dying, nearly losing Timmy. Being kidnapped. The threats of torture. Now he needed someone. He needed her. She tasted like cinnamon and honey.

And she was more than willing. Sombra's hand slid back to close around the back of his head, holding him close as her kiss turned more desperate. He realized her tears were falling.

They held each other long into the night, neither quite willing to let the other go.