The door opened and Sebastian came in carrying Angela. The doctor was glassy eyed as she held onto Sebastian as if her life depended on it. He walked across the room and put her on a bed. Her arms were still wrapped around him as Sebastian gently put her down.

"Don't go. Please don't go." She muttered. She sounded so helpless. Given that Noah "died" perhaps there was still some...pain. He looked at her and moved a bang off her face. His hand brushed against her forehead and he could feel its warmth. It wasn't feverish, but it wasn't normal heat. "Don't worry I'm right here. I'm gonna grab us some cold towels and we'll just wait for the others okay?"

Angela reluctantly nodded and unhooked her arms. Sebastian pulled himself away and walked to the bathroom. He grabbed a small towel and washed it with cold water. He wrung out the excess water and walked to see Angela just lying still. He placed the towel over her forehead and she grumbled.

"You're...hurt." She said quietly. Sebastian looked over and saw his wound was exposed to her half open eyes. "I'll take care of it."

"I'm...a doctor."

He leaned down and pressed the towel down. "A very good doctor, but even you need rest." He went back into the bathroom and took out the emergency medical kit underneath the sink. Sebastian peeled off his dress shirt and saw the purple bruises and the dark red fabric blotch around it. The makeshift bandage was doing little in stop the flow of blood. Hooking his fingers underneath it, he yanked it off and the wound was exposed to the air.

Another towel was put under water and he wrung that one free of excess water. Within a few minutes, the white sink was dripping with red as Sebastian tried cleaning his wound. The stab wound was deep and required stitches if it were to heal properly. He could work on it soon. The man held the needle and stitches in his hand before walking out.

Angela was still there on the bed, asleep this time. Worry struck him as he walked faster to her side and put his hand above her mouth and nose. Air touched it. She was fine, breathing normally. He sighed happily before moving backwards to the other bed and faced the window. The night sky greeted him along with the lights of the city. Apparently they were given a good room near the top of the building. It was a pain for him to get her up here.

Bastian. Bastian. It was the woman in grey. She was looking down at him. What are we doing Bastian?

"Waiting."

Waiting for what?

"Just waiting for the others."

For how long?

"I don't feel like talking to you anymore." The lady looked offended. She lowered her head and faded away. Yes son.

Sebastian flinched at the surprising amount of pain behind those words. He looked up, but the woman was already gone.

Then maybe you'll talk to me. Sebastian looked up and saw Noah looking right at him.

"I don't want to talk to you either...just shut up!"

Angela heard that and opened her eyes to see Sebastian's bareback. Her eyes glazed over the tiny scars that were decorated his skin and one massive scar on his shoulder blade.

Sebastian didn't notice that she woke up and continued his conversation.

This was too risky! They knew the consequences of what they would do and went with it. You were given a fucking choice. And from the looks of it, it's gotten worse thanks to you.

"You don't understand things could've been worse if I hadn't been there!" Noah growled at him before he looked up in surprise. We have company.

"Sebastian." He turned around and saw Angela sitting up. "Who're you talking to?" He reached for his phone, but he stopped.

"Sorry, sometimes I like talking out loud. Helps me get my head straight."

"So who doesn't understand?" He looked at her before standing up and grabbed the needle and stitch. "Can you still stitch?"

Angela tilted her head as things were still a little blurry, but she could see the cut. "No, I don't feel so good."

He sighed and sat down next to her. "Then get some rest. Fareeha and Sombra will be here soon." Angela was gently pushed down as Sebastian grabbed his shirt. He put it on and it was a little hurtful that she couldn't help him. "Sebastian...let me."

He stopped her hand and put it down. "I can wait."

"Need...to disinfect wound." She replied. Sebastian shushed her. "Just stay still. I don't know what Gideon did to you but-" Angela reached up and cupped his cheek. "Are you loopy today?"

"Possibly a knockout agent, but it dulls and warps my perception. It could be…" He stopped her again. "It could be that you need to rest. Gideon wasn't poisoning you, as far as I know, but you need to stay still."

"Hallucinogens plus several lay-la-lalelou." Her mind was out. Sebastian stroked her hair as she closed her eyes. He kept making sure she was breathing right and felt Noah's eyes bore down on him. The other him walked over and looked at Angela. His face wasn't one of malice or annoyance. It was wistful.

Sebastian could see him reach for her before stopping. Noah closed his eyes tightly before withdrawing his hand.

She rejected us before. For her work, we'd be an unnecessary distraction. She hasn't changed her mind, so don't get any ideas.

Sebastian felt like it was a lie. He glanced at him before looking at Angela. Things were changing again and the setting was...different. The room was not a hotel room, but a medical one.

Angela was sleeping peacefully on the bed and slowly stirred. She looked up and sat up. "How long have you been watching me sleep?"

Before he could reply, another voice dropped in. "Well I couldn't exactly wake up my favorite sleeping angel now could I?"

"You should when work hours are on!" Angela said as she sat up. Sebastian could see Noah having the biggest grin on his face as she playfully punched his shoulder. "And since you're here I suppose I could use the extra hands to help me."

"Sure doctor."

The setting slipped away as the two got up and seemed very close. Sebastian closed his eyes and opened them again to see Noah sitting across from him. His hand was over Angela's as he seemed to relish the memory.

So close and yet here we are. Sebastian, with Angela we...I loved-

The door opened and Noah disappeared. Sebastian looked up and saw Fareeha and Sombra run in. "Angela, Sebastian!"

"Guys! What took you so long?"

"Fucking traffic. Everyone was in such a panic to leave that they jammed up the roads. Not to mention news cars and police were there too." Sombra stated. Fareeha nodded. "How's Angela?"

"She's fine for now. I think whatever Gideon used was to knock her out. Though I don't think she took a high enough dose. Still…" He grunted and clutched his shoulder. Fareeha walked over and grabbed the materials.

"Here." Fareeha pulled back the shirt and examined the wound. With a quick dab of disinfectant, Fareeha stitching the muscle and skin back together. Sebastian held a quiet face as Sombra pulled up her screen.

The room was quiet before they heard a loud ring. Fareeha turned to their suitcases and quickly finished up her stitch work. She reached into the pocket and saw who it was. The soldier touched answer and held it up to her ear.

"Burr...yes...so you saw it...Angela's unconscious...we weren't found out, but Gideon was pursuing Angela...I don't know, but…" Fareeha turned to Sebastian and he awkwardly waved. "Burr there's something you need to know...You're going to have to meet us at these coordinates I'm gonna send through...it's going to be something...I'll contact my mother later, but please...I understand...till then."

She hung up and sat back onto the bed. Sebastian removed the leftover string and turned toward her. "So am I gonna see this surprise or…"

"Justice." Sombra said. Fareeha looked at her. "You can't hide him forever."

"Hide?" Sebastian said. Sombra stepped forward. "I thought we agreed to keep him secret until then."

"Guys-"

"You talked, I said no." Fareeha said. "You don't decide what happens and who knows."

"And you do?" The hacker snorted. "You know you got some nerve. I should just-" The two were getting closer to blows when Sebastian stepped forward. "Enough! Look this is the last thing we should be doing!"

"Sebastian, she's called over her posse over when agreed-"

"No Sombra, I want to disclose this with just Burr because I think he has a right to know! You'd understand if you had anyone before." Fareeha argued. Sombra gave the strongest death glare.

"And what're you going to say when he sees him? Is he going to praise you for finding his friend? You know I think you want him to know so Sebastian can go with you back to Overwatch. The soldier reuniting with her lover that barely returned any mutual affection" Fareeha opened her mouth to refute when Sebastian pushed his way in between them.

"I said enough! We all had a stressful night and right now we're just waiting for things to blow over. But I will put this out here: Fareeha, while I appreciate what you're doing this requires my consent. My choice and that goes for you too Sombra. If I want to meet Burr that's my problem! And no more of this conversation. You two don't have to be friends, but for fuck's sake let's not kill each other!"

The two went quiet at how Sebastian seemed to finally snap. Sombra dropped her stance and sat down. Fareeha sat next to Angela and watched the doctor. The group sat quietly as Sebastian finally felt the exhaustion hit. He closed his eyes and prayed things would be better in the morning.

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Burr put down his communicator and Widowmaker entered the room. "Burr? I thought you'd be sleeping. Late night call again?"

"I had to call." The former Talon assassin looked at the TV and saw the headlines in the news. It showed the nation where many people were running from something or just leaving in a panic. "What happened?"

"I don't think Fareeha and Angela would've caused this, but...Gideon and his assassins were found unconcious. With darts." Amélie looked at him curiously as Burr grinned. "There's been eyewitness report of a purple sphere of light expanding over the mansion. It shut down all the power."

"Sombra."

"Mhm. You know it's been awhile since I saw her. It'd be nice to see my old friend." Burr chuckled as Amélie looked at the TV. "In the morning, McCree, Genji, Tracer, and me will go find Angela and Fareeha. From the now good signal we just received, I'm guessing Angela was successful in her mission."

"And now we're gonna find out why now Sombra's making a move."

"It was exposed and sloppy. She was making a move and something happened."

"You think she's taking a side." Burr nodded. "The last thing I want to do is step on her toes, but we can't risk her falling under Vishkar's control."

Amélie scoffed at the remark. "The last thing Sombra would do is take a side."

Burr stood up and paced around the room. "But why was she there? Sure, she could've helped Angela and Fareeha, but...there's no point. Unless she had a reason to go to Vishkar."

"Reason?" She sat down on the bed and watched the muted news.

"Reaper...Reaper's been missing for over two years, but we never found him. Even with Ana and 76 on the case, there was no sign of him!"

"Why would Sombra be looking for him? It serves no purpose."

"What if Gideon got his hands on Reaper? That insufferable immortality Gabriel suffers would be more than enough to make the bastard's mouth water. Shit what could we do if we had that? Angela could never reverse engineer the procedure. If Gideon gets that…"

"We're screwed." Burr shrugged. "Pretty much." The assassin felt her mouth dry at the prospect of that.

Burr looked at the TV and saw footage of Gideon talking to reporters. His face had a red line go from the chin to the top of the forehead. He took the remote and turned the volume on the TV.

"...and the assailant responsible for this disaster is responsible for your face? And for attacking your employees?"

"Yes Charles. I know the man and the man who commands him. I call for Lawrence Burr to surrender Noah Bastian, so that he may face justice for what he's done!"

The crowd went wild with confusion and speculation. An Overwatch agent attacked the head of Vishkar? Juicy scandal was laid out in front of them and the former Talon assassin could feel it.

The headlines changed from, "Attack on Vishkar", to, "Overwatch Agent Responsible?". Amélie's eyes widened to an awful degree as she looked at Burr. His face resembled a ghost as he stumbled back. His hands shook hard as he tried bringing them up to his head.

"Burr?"

"He knew Noah was dead. He knew, the bastard knew Noah was dead. Why-Why the hell is now calling out a dead man that wasn't there." Amélie could see the gears moving at top speed in his mind. It all seemed to snap together when Burr fell to his knees. "He's alive. He's fucking alive. That's what Fareeha meant by something I need to know. Noah's alive."

Pure joy, confusion, fear, and speculation ran through his face in just a few seconds. He got up and grabbed his equipment. "Burr, what're you doing?"

"I'm going to find Fareeha and Angela. They're probably with Noah and trying their best to hide from the authorities. If so then we need to set up an extraction. Athena, call down McCree and Tracer. Alert Winston of what's happening and have them brief them on the upcoming mission."

-Of course- Burr reached into an old wooden box and pulled out a grappling hook. "He's going to need this."

Burr ran over to the door when he stopped. "Do you want to come?" The assassin remembered all the torture sessions she took part in, how she broke the man her lover adored. But that look on his face, that was the closest thing to almost wiping away all the pain from the past two years. "I would like to be there for you."

"Great!" He rushed over and hugged her. "Can you believe it Amélie? He's not gone! Drinks, I got to get us drinks after I find out what he's been up to. I don't care if he even left us, I just...he's not dead! Haha!"

Burr opened the door and ran down the halls faster than Amélie anticipated. The assassin followed after him and followed the echoes of his happiness. And despite being happy for her lover, something felt off.

Winston sat in front of a tired Lena and McCree as he too was enjoying his nap. "What's this about Winston? No offense, but I got some grub in the fridge that needs to be taken care of before Junkrat eats it."

"I was training with Genji when you called? What's going on big guy?"

"Actually I was called in here suddenly to brief you on something, but I was given no information." The door opened and Burr came running in. "Sorry Bannana man, I forgot to give you info. Doesn't matter, I'll tell you! Athena pull up the latest new clips."

Lena, Winston, and McCree watched the news clip and their reactions were priceless. Winston's jaw dropped, Lena could feel her excitement begin to reach Burr's level, and McCree smirked.

"Well I'll be damned." McCree felt his shirt be grabbed as Lena was now hopping around. "He's alive! He's alive! Winston, can you believe it?! I can't since we saw a mountain drop on him, but I'm guessing that bastard allows wants to do something dramatic! I can't want to see him again, I can't wait, Burr can you wait?!"

"I can't!" The two looked so giddy with the news as Burr smirked. "And what a way to come back. Slashing Gideon's face? I should've expected something." He stopped himself to calm down. It was a big moment.

"Anyways I need you two to be ready within the next hour. I'm calling in Ana to help with Angela."

"What happened to Angela?" The smile faltered at that moment. "She's unconscious. From what Fareeha told me, Gideon was pursuing her. I swear he's gonna get more than that scar when he attacks my agents, but that's besides the point. Winston, prepare a dropship. We'll be leaving in the next few hours. Once Ana arrives and is briefed on the situation, we'll leave."

The door opened and showed Widowmaker ready to go. "Great. We're ready, you two need to get ready."

"Should I tell any of the others?"

"No, it'll be a surprise. Afterall it's not everyday someone comes back from the dead." No one bothered correcting him on that. The man seemed to regain his edge and he'd hate to rein him in.

McCree smiled. Given the last time they saw each other, disregarding the Talon fortress, it was over a few drinks. It'd be nice to have a drinking buddy that did it for fun rather than to deal with sadness.

Lena ran out of the room into her own quarters. She threw on her aviator jacket and was ready. She was just as giddy as Burr. Despite their short history, Lena was his closest friend here besides Burr. And the fact that he lived removed such weight off her back.

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Sebastian...Sebastian.

He groaned. No. Sleep is good, sleep is life. A few seconds later, a large weight hit the side of his head and an explosion of pain and color filled his vision.

"GAH!" He screamed. Sombra jumped up at his scream and almost fell from her position. "What the hell Sebastian?"

His hand raised up to his head and his fingers hovered over the deep scar his hair covers. "No-Nothing. Just another headache." He turned to see Fareeha and Angela sleeping together in the same bed. It was rather adorable. Just then realized the weight over him. Sombra was sleeping on top of him. Her coat was on the desk chair and she was in tight pants and a tank top.

He hit the pillow groaning as Sombra chuckled. "Sombra…"

"It's been awhile since we did this. I thought it'd be nice." Sebastian rolled his eyes. "I thought you promised to stop it once I was able to handle a job and when I actually recovered."

The hacker looked down at him with her hair tickling his cheeks. "Are you saying that you don't want this."

He weighed his options. "Well you're already here and I'm a little too sore to deal with your crap. So for all intents and purposes...you can stay."

"Like I need your permission." Sombra said as she put her head on his chest. She saw Fareeha and Angela. "Do you remember anything about them?"

He looked at the two agents and the memories were there. Albeit more fuzzy than he'd like. Sparring with Fareeha, talking with Angela, they help a lot. Not to mention the few more intimate moments pushed it a little easier. Then again it brought out the dickish Noah as well.

"Sebastian?"

"A little bit." She was surprised to hear that. "A little?"

"Being with them and working with them made me see things. Memories I guess and I'm currently trying to keep them clear. With Angela I know we shared something. And with Fareeha we had something going on."

"Ooh you really know how to play the field."

"I didn't ask for this." Sebastian laughed. Sombra moved up and cupped his cheek. "Remember anything about me?"

"...I don't know about that. Though I got plenty of clear memories about you." She shook her head and shifted herself over him. "You know given how you are now plus my mysterious past, I guess I got you too."

Sombra pondered on that. "You did. I'm not gonna lie, you did." Sebastian rubbed his head apologetically. "But enough about that. I've got a little info on our little assassin friends that we had the pleasure of meeting."

She snuggled closer as she pulled up two projections and expanded each one. One had the assassin that almost killed Fareeha and Angela, the other held the picture of the woman that almost killed him.

"First we start with the ladies. You were lucky enough to have Angel Blackwood, aka Moonlark, as your opponent."

"You seem impressed." Sebastian said. Sombra made them both sit up and pulled in closer. "Vishkar's number one assassin. You know Widowmaker, right?"

"Familiar."

Sombra cleared her throat. "Well she's number one for a reason. A crack shot sniper that almost has a perfect record of hits. The only reason she's not out there killing anyone she pleases is because of her orders and employer. You're lucky Angel didn't have a gun when you two met. Granted she fucked up your shoulder."

"So haha funny." Sombra tilted her head up underneath his chin and wondered how he could act so casual with both this information and her snuggly mood at the moment. In Sebastian's head, he was breathing in and out in pure relief. That this woman could've killed him so easily if she had a gun. "You know I didn't think Vishkar needed assassins."

"More like enforcers, but I've seen their handiwork as well as you know some of the more obvious cases of it." He nodded. "Her parents worked underneath Vishkar with same jobs before...they committed suicide."

"Oh shit." Sombra shook her head. "It wasn't out of grief or anything. Overwatch, more specifically, Ana Amari stopped them. Before she could have extracted them, they decided not to go that way. Reports say it was two clean shots."

"Jesus. And Angel?"

The hacker snorted. "What do you think? Girl had to survive without her parents. Bitch was lucky enough for an organization to take her in and raise her properly." Sebastian put his hand over hers and felt the balled fists. "That's different. They obviously wanted something out of it. It wasn't mercy."

She let out a shaky breath and flipped her hand around where she held it. "Thanks amigo."

"Course mi amiga." Sebastian smiled. Sombra flipped over to the next page and they faced Aryt. "Now this guy was hard to dig up."

"How?" Sombra moved several files and put up several pages in the news. "Cause he's a fresh faced mercenary. A birth defect caused the pigment in his eyes to be that unique shade of purple. Nothing too much on it. However I did find some reason he's joining Vishkar." She pulled up a video feed where a girl was sitting in moderate sized room. It was filled with the essentials: a bed, window, food, and water. Yet there was underlying feeling of...hopelessness.

"His sister is under Vishkar hands. And from the looks of it, it wasn't willingly." Sebastian watched as the girl sighed unhappily. "His parents were killed during the aftermath of the Omnic Crisis. Unfortunately the only reason we know that is because of a report written by Ana Amari. They killed by leftover Omnics and Amari was unable to save them. She blames herself in this scenario and comes clean with the kid. It didn't bode well as we can see today."

"That would explain how he seemed very focused on Fareeha. Wait, his sister's much younger than he is. How does he have one?"

"Surrogate sister, unethical adoption, there's many ways he could've gotten a sister. The point is while he's fresh faced, the guy's got talent. Very maneuverable and handy with a knife. You just have the best luck when fighting these guys."

"If I was really lucky then I wouldn't need to fight them."

The two turned back to the files as Sombra shifted a little on Sebastian's lap. "Anyways I found out something interesting. That gun is one of the first prototypes of a gravity gun."

"What?"

"Seen those sci fi movies or games? Theoretically he can control the gravity of your molecules through a basic conversion. It turns the law on it's head and makes him decide how you move."

"That's OP."

"And correct you are. I managed to disable it with an EMP so like most things it'll be easy when I'm around." Sebastian nodded. "Of course it will be." Sombra smacked his chest as he gave a cheeky grin. "Don't forget who saved your ass last night."

Sebastian rubbed the back of his head. "I didn't. You clearly saved my ass last night." The two thought of that moment and went immediately to that kiss. Sebastian was used to how forward Sombra was on most days. Hell the reason he's calm with this is because she did it all the time when he recovered. And despite their somewhat flirty relationship, neither made a move.

However it was abundantly clear that Sombra held interest since he woke up. And given how he is with Fareeha and Angela, it's a bit of wonder on who he was before Sebastian. Sombra turned around and closed the screens. "We're gonna have to be careful from now on. Gideon doesn't know your identity at the moment, so we don't have to worry about him. However if his assassins find us."

"We'll be fine. We'll find a way. We always have." Sombra smiled at his optimism. "Good answer."

She put her arms on his shoulder and leaned in. Sebastian was taken back by her actions, but it wasn't like last time. The two were mere centimeters apart when they heard a loud moan. Angela was stirring as was Fareeha. Sombra sneered at the two and hopped off.

"Well my moods ruined. Thanks you two." She reached out for the hotel slippers when Sebastian grabbed her wrist. "Hey, I know it's a little much, but can you guys get along. With me looking for my memories, I have a feeling that we'll be working with each other for a little while. I don't want you guys at each other's throats. Especially when it comes to me."

Sombra looked him before looking at the other two. "I understand. You're a grown man and you can make your decisions. I just want to look out for you, but I will do my best to work with these two."

Fareeha's eyes were cracking open and Sombra smirked. She leaned in and planted a deep kiss on Sebastian's lips. She looked behind her to see Fareeha looking up in a dazed and confused look. She inwardly smiled at getting a one up on her. Especially since she knew why Fareeha was avoiding Sebastian after that rainstorm. Consider this even.

She pulled away and put on something before walking to the door.

"Is that my hoodie?" She stuck her tongue out and walked out the door. He groaned and turned around. She was too much and now his mind was a little taken back by her actions. "What the hell do you want?"

This spells out disaster.

"What else do you want?"

Honestly, I want to get away from Overwatch.

Sebastian groaned and reached for his phone. Noah sat next to him and waited for him to be done. The two looked at their news update and were more than surprised to see articles looking for Noah Bastian.

Oh shit.

Sebastian sat up as he read the article: Night of peace turned into a night of terror. During the Vishkar Corporations Ball, what was perceived as technical difficulties was later proved to be cover for an attempted assassination attempt by a possible rogue Overwatch agent Noah Bastian. Little to nothing is known about the man, but apparently due to what CEO Gideon Silverstone knows, he is an Overwatch agent underneath the new Overwatch leader Burr. Burr hasn't been seen in the public eye for about a year and a half. With this accusation, how will Overwatch respond.

"Fuck." Sebastian turned around and saw Fareeha looking over his shoulder. She was reading the article as well. "Sebastian I'm so sorry this is happening to you."

"Eh no problem. They're looking for Noah, I'm Sebastian." Fareeha looked at him weirdly before shaking her head. "For once that phrase brings me comfort."

"I'm sure I'll be fine. Besides I got you guys, I'm sure I'll find a way." Fareeha smirked. "You're so confident huh?"

"It's either that or cowardice. And the last thing I need is to be a coward in front of heroes." Fareeha nodded before turning over to Angela. "She's still breathing, but without any proper boost, we can't jump start her."

Sebastian walked over and looked over Angela. The doctor was sleeping peacefully despite seeming to wake up earlier. He sighed and placed his hand on her forehead. "She's not running a fever, but she won't wake up. Should we bring her to a hospital?"

"I don't know. The medical facilities in Gibraltar are one of the best in the world. And can run well without Angela being immediately present. I think we should bring her there."

"Any of your Overwatch buddies coming?"

"Yes. At this moment they should be arriving at any moment."

"Mm, Fareeha." Angela moaned. The two turned and saw Angela awake and attempting to stand up.

"Angela!" The two yelled and ran to her side. "Burr and the others have already arrived."

"What?"

"Downstairs. I checked...my communicator and saw Burr's signal. It's...downstairs. Come on. Let's go meet...them."

Sebastian stopped her. "Whoa there Angela. Let's get you some support first." Angela nodded as the two held onto one side each. Sebastian and Fareeha each grabbed a bag and opened the door. Noah was on the other side with his arms cross.

From frying pan and into the flames.

Sebastian glared at his other self and walked downstairs with Fareeha and Angela. The two made sure the doctor was stable on the elevator. The doors opened and Sebastian took a deep breath. Time to face the others.

He walked with the two and they turned at the tables. It showed Sombra poking her food with a worried expression as they saw backs turned against them. She looked up and sighed.

"Fareeha, Angela...Sebastian." She said. The group facing Sombra turned and Sebastian and Noah were faced with so many familiar faces. Their faces broke into high smiles as the man in the middle was the most happy.

"Noah...it's been so long." Sebastian turned to see Noah's face. His face was somber. Truly he was more astounded than Sebastian was. But the truth needed to be told. Burr ran up to Sebastian and held his hand out.

"It's been a long time brother. You have no idea how happy I am."

"Greetings, Mr. Burr. My name is…" He stopped when he saw the woman behind Burr. Her golden eyes were watching with such intent. And his heart stopped. The fury of looking at Gideon returned tenfold. "You."

Burr and the others were confused by the sudden shift in his mood. Widowmaker walked over to Burr and stood before Sebastian. "Noah, you seem to be doing fine."

KILL HER!

He let go Angela and pushed Burr aside. Everyone was taken back by the violent behavior and saw Sebastian run up with his short blade out. "WIDOW!"

The assassin was taken back by the violent outburst that she didn't react when Sebastian was right on top of her. Noah snarled at the assassin as Sebastian raised his blade.

YOU DID THIS IS TO US!

CLANG!

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Next time

"Amnesia?" Burr whispered. Sebastian nodded. The two were stuck in silence before Burr reached over and hugged him. "I'll help. God knows I'm going to fucking help you."

Tracer opens the door. Sebastian walks out as the rest of the Overwatch agents pour out. "Luv, welcome to Gibraltar! Or should I say back welcome home." Sebastian loved Tracer's energy and enthusiasm. 'Welcome back home,' doesn't sound untrue. Noah looked at Tracer with a hint of a smile.

You energetic fool.

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I have no regrets. Also we hit the hundred mark on reviews and follows! I'd like to personally thank those who thought this story was worth the effort of following or worth an opinion. Honestly I never expect my stories to hit such a successful note. I aspire to be like the other good OC stories on the site and hope I still manage to do that. Many of you say this is one of the greatest Overwatch stories, truth be told it wouldn't be much without all of you guys and for that I'm thankful.

So besides being all sappy, who's ready for the next chapter? I've got an interaction fix going on to, if you want to give questions or dares to Burr and Noah. They'll do most