A scientist with short ebony hair and dark skin was currently looking over the tubes and took notes on the chemicals reacting below.

"Still working hard huh?" A male voice said. The woman looked up and gave a smirk. One that would be engraved into her offspring. "Katrina, it's been fifteen hours. When was the last time you sat down?"

"Not sure especially when I'm this close to a breakthrough." Katrina lifted up the vial of glowing orange and moved it over. "I just need the chemicals bridge over and synthesize when the second mixture. If it goes well then…"

"Then?"

The camera panned over to the second vial as Katrina slowly poured in mixture one. The two liquids before their state of matter changed. Katrina quickly capped the chemicals and sighed. "Holy shit. It did it."

"It did?"

"Yes, the mixtures were able to become one! Look their state of matter is turning into a gas and it could...potentially work."

She moved away from it and pulled up a cage. It had a white mouse in it with a few wires attached to his brain. "Alright, Subject One, diagnosed with severe depression, will be the first to be exposed."

"Exposed. Have you taken time to think about this?"

"It's been eleven years in the making and I sacrificed a lot of time, money, and even my health these past few weeks. I think we can finally be able to replicate the Shambali's techniques on the mind." She placed the mouse in a clear glass case.

Placing it down in case, Katrina turned the wires on and the brain activity of the mouse was seen on screen. "Now this is the first of a few more variations."

"So which one is this?"

"...I wanted to start of with harmony or what causes harmony, but Vishkar wants to see if I can do anything else first. So what better to get these old bastards riled up than with a little fear."

"I don't think your boy would appreciate such language."

"I live in the poor district because of Vishkar not believing in my research. My boy has been exposed to far worse and besides he has a close friend. Now let's start with this." She brought out a pump and filled it with gas.

Moving it into the only opening hole, Katrina put the hose in there and slowly pushed the pump in. White flooded the air as the mouse began to breath in. Squeaks erupted as Katrina and the cameraman backed up.

"My God." She looked at the screen. "It's...It's stimulating the hypothalamus and the visual cortex of the brain! So many hormones are being released and it's heart rate is skyrocketing. It's working much faster than I anticipated."

The chemicals dissipated and the mouse was moving around the cage like a rabid animal. Katrina watched it before it calmed down. In fact really calm. "No, no way."

"What?"

"It's vital signs. They're normal. This mouse was diagnosed with depression two months since captivity and no normal methods were able to get it out, but this did. This formula cured it!"

"Cured it?"

"Alright maybe not cured, I need time to asses the full effectiveness of it but it's gone for the moment! Vishkar wanted some weapon, but I've given them a cure! Oh if someplace like Overwatch got this then-"

"No, no calm down. This might be a fluke."

Katrina looked appalled. "A fluke? It damn well won't be when I'm done with it. If I replicate the experiment again with subjects that have very similar symptoms I might be onto something that can help with this even other mental illness! Gideon, I might be able to change the world for good!"

Gideon let out a chuckle as Katrina bounded up and down. "For years I wanted to recreate the Enlightenment feeling I received from the Omnics and through them I can possible achieve both. Curing the illness of the mind and enlightenment. Gideon this is amazing!"

Katrina grabbed Gideon who quickly put the camera down as she lifted him up and swung him around. "Whoa, whoa baby steps Katrina. Baby steps."

"S-Sorry, I mean this is great I can just…" She paused before kissing Gideon on the lips. A brief second later she pulled back and blushed. "Sorry."

"Don't be." Gideon replied quickly. "You...I mean-"

"Never. I only kiss my son and even then my last real kiss was with…" She took a deep breath and wiped any quickly rising droplets from her eyes. "It was a spur of the moment."

Gideon awkwardly rubbed the back of his head before taking a step forward. "Maybe, but it wasn't bad. Honestly today is full of surprises."

He gently moved a strand of her hair from face as he leaned in. She stopped him. "One thing at a time. Really."

"I'm sorry I didn't mean to-you know I understand you still love...him. Forgive me, I was crossing boundaries."

Katrina flashed him a bright smile. Gideon could swear that her smile was the true cure to any depression. One flash and he was blushing hard. "You're forgiven. Now help clean up. I'm starting to feel the fifteen hours hitting me now."

"Yes ma'am."

The video ends as Gideon just pauses it. Where did it all go wrong? That's a stupid question, especially since he knows how. He rewinded back to where she kissed him. A small spark of warmth touched his chest when he looked at it before it was crushed by the cold weight of reality.

"Sir?"

"Moonlark." He replied distantly. "What brings you here?"

"Well recent news from Numbani has confirmed that Doomfist and Indominus have benefited from our intel. And from the sounds of it, it seems Noah Bastian has been sent into a critical state after a rocket exploded near him and a construction site fell on top of him."

"A construction site falls and that sends him into critical condition? That's hilarious." He replied dryly. His eyes were still locked onto the screen where Katrina was smiling brightly. "Is that all?"

"I thought this news would be exhilarating for you. I mean you've been gunning for him since the par-"

"I know and it is." He cut in. "I'm just not feeling myself today. How's our new guest? Has he been complying with you and Aryt?"

Moonlark sucked in her lip. "Very slowly, but we're breaking him down. Winston is quite stubborn and while we are able to subdue him, his Primal Rage has gotten under the skin of the security team we have with him."

"I see perhaps I should confront him."

"And what about Burr? You haven't been making your rounds on him as of late. Is there something we can do?"

"Burr is well taken care of. I made sure of that. I'm going to need him for a special video I intend to send to Overwatch. He'll be their catalyst to their demise. Bastian will follow then rest will fall into place."

Moonlark gave a curt nod. "And when they're all taken care of, what will happen next? Talon would surely try something."

"I know. Doomfist's assistant has recently resurfaced and I'm not looking forward to it. Once Overwatch is gone, Talon's next, and after that there will be nothing to stop Vishkar's goals from being complete."

"The bombs?"

Gideon let a ghost of grin take place as he looked at the screen. Katrina was talking again, but he clicked an icon and pulled up the tab.

Delete?

"I'm confident we'll pull those off after our enemies are finished." He clicked the yes option. Deep inside, a voice cried out in agony when her face became nothing but small pixels.

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"What about him?" Sombra asked as Widowmaker looked at plethora of images. "I haven't heard much about him, but-"

"I killed him. A recent excavation with Tracer and Reinhardt in the savannah was where I took him out." Sombra sighed hard and crossed him off the list.

Symmetra looked at the screen and swirled her coffee around. "You seem to remember a lot of these men you've killed."

"I remember most of my kills. Taking one's life still gives me shivers to this day." Widow looked at her hand and the phantoms returned. She shut her eyes tight before opening them again. They disappeared.

Sombra examined the footage and took another sip of coffee. A sudden news feed dropped in with a video to which Sombra looked at and promptly spit out. Symmetra yelped at the sudden action as Widowmaker moved her swivel chair out of the way.

"Sombra, what's going on?" Widow looked at the clip Sombra was pointing at while coughing.

Doomfist Attack: Overwatch On The Scene With One Critically Injured

{Just yesterday after about eight years since Doomfist has attacked Numbani and a three years since his escape, the terrorist has returned and once again struck our fair city. Little is known about his reason why he's returned, but some are saying that Overwatch's presence may have summoned him.}

A video played showing the construction site being blown up. Widow's eyes narrow to see the one responsible being Fareeha. It jumped to another where Fareeha, McCree, and Angela were hovering over something. The three watched Angela raise her staff and golden light exploding.

{The fight has included our own guardian Orisa, Lena Oxton aka Tracer, and Fareeha Amari aka Pharah. There was also many eyewitness accounts of a fourth member and came to the conclusion he was the injured man on the scene. No official documentation or identity has been given about the injured man, but it is known that he recently has been treated to our hospitals. Reports are coming in that he may have lost his arm in the ensuing str-}

The feed cut off as Sombra stormed out of the room. "Ana! Abuela, we need to talk!" Symmetra and Widowmaker looked at each other before following the hacker. Sombra kept marching down the halls till she found the office.

The door was almost punched open as Sombra stormed in. Ana was sitting on her desk with the news on. "Hello Sombra."

"I'm going to Numbani."

"No, you're not." Sombra froze and turned at Ana with the harshest glare out there.

"Excuse me?"

Ana looked up and gave an equally terrifying glare. Sombra didn't even flinch at the glowering sniper and put her hands on the desk. Ana didn't react immediately.

"Sombra, you are in charge of the leading investigation into Indominus. I will not have you abandoning your post."

"Oh no, no, no. That's not how it works. The only reason I'm in this position is because I'm helping Noah."

"It's very unwise to have your priorities stuck to one person. It'll make you irrational and lose focus on what matters at the moment."

"You are not giving me that bullshit! What if it was Justice that was critically injured? Would you still stand there like you got a spike in your ass or would you do what any rational leader would do and help her."

Ana suddenly stood up and surprised Sombra. "You are not going to use that to influence this argument Sombra. Do not think I'm not worried at all for my agents, my family. What do you plan on doing if you see Noah after this fight? Scold him, try to take him out of the fight like before?"

"What? How did-" Ana raised her hand and silenced Sombra. The hacker was taken off guard.

"No, you will not travel to Numbani and make things worse for wear there. Is that understood?"

"The only reason I'm doing any of this shit for you is to help my friend! Don't misunderstand me taking your orders as loyalty to you. If you don't let go then you can expect me out that door and-"

"Abandon the others." Ana said and once again stunned Sombra. "You walk out and it won't just be Noah."

She pointed to see Symmetra and Widowmaker at the door. Sombra looked at them before clenching her fist. "Well who're you going to send out there?"

"Easy. Widowmaker." The sniper turned to her better. "You will be sent to Noah's location."

"It'll take too much to fly. Use the translocator on his blade. I can connect it from here." Sombra said harshly. "Follow me." Widowmaker followed as Symmetra watched the two leave.

"Let me grab something before we go."

Ana noticed and perked her eye at her. "You seem distracted." Symmetra came out of her stupor and looked at her.

"Sorry, I just...never seen Sombra like this. For the short time I knew her, I always saw her playful side. Besides retrieving me from Vishkar, I never seen her act like this anywhere else."

The sniper chuckled. "When one has loved ones that have taken part in such disasters i'd expect nothing else. Honestly after seeing the news I was expecting her to come."

"Wouldn't she have left without your permission?"

"Not as long as Noah answers to me and she answers to him and him alone."

"Such obedience." Symmetra said.

Ana's gaze sharpened. "Not obedience. Loyalty and trust. Understand that. Sombra is not one to be still when disaster strikes. Still I trust she will come to trust the others here as I do for you."

"Thank you."

"You know we've seen you before and you were very profound in defending Vishkar and their ideals. Yet now you seem docile and go with what's been given to you. Why is that?"

Symmetra didn't look Ana in the eye and remembered that building, the Overwatch symbol just centimeters from her fingers, how Gideon made her skin crawl. "The Vishkar I worked for has been tainted. And I cannot be a part of something that makes my very being shudder in horror. I wish to fix it even if it requires me to do things I wouldn't normally do."

Ana grinned at her. "If you say so." Symmetra walked out as Ana dismissed her.

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Angela caught up to Fareeha. "Fareeha, Fareeha! Stop!" She moved in front of the captain and held her in place. "Where are you going?"

"I can't deal with him right now! Did you hear that? He forgives me?"

"Isn't that good enough?"

"No it isn't! Angela, I fired that rocket. I almost killed him and if it did I...we would lose him again. God we were so close to. If you didn't save him then...his blood would be on my hands."

Angela held Fareeha as she could feel her shaking. "But that didn't happen. He's alive and with a few weeks rest he'll be up and about." Fareeha didn't answer her right away. "Come on, let's go back. We can help him."

"You can help him." Fareeha said firmly. Angela looked at Fareeha and the captain moved her. "He's better to stay with you and you alone."

The doctor looked at Fareeha incredulously. The captain walked to one of the vacant rooms and opened the door. The hospital was kind enough to salvage parts of her armor from the site. The authorities were especially careful with the helmet, which was on the display case.

Angela ran into the room and saw Fareeha staring at the helmet. "I can't protect the innocent. I can't even protect those I love."

She turned and saw Angela looking at her. "I let myself be put under control, hurt all my allies, and the second I look to fix it I end up almost killing our...your boyfriend."

"He's yours too. Fareeha, we agreed to this. I'm sure Noah did too."

Fareeha put out a dry laugh as she picked up her helmet gingerly. "Did you know we slept together? Last night during the storm, Noah and I had an amazing night."

"Fareeha." Angela blushed, but her concern blocked her from feeling an emotion at that statement.

"Everything we had that night was amazing and for once I could look at Noah and feel like I didn't fail him. That maybe for once I don't feel sick at the state he was in back then. Every since we failed to rescue him, I held those empty frames in my hands and pondered why. I won't lie, I cried the first few times. And when I felt a bit better, he came back. Different, but he was back. I might as well have seen all my loved ones come back to life."

Angela took a step closer and Fareeha looked at the helmet. The visor and the reflection were cracked. And all she could see was the darkness the crack contained. For a moment she wasn't standing in a storage room, she was standing at the edge of a cliff. And looking past it, Fareeha could feel everything lose meaning. Color, emotion, and even her own sense of being.

"And the one time I feel even a smidge better, where for once I could sleep peacefully I end up nearly killing him. A construction sight almost crushing him, his arm gone. Yet I stand here, perfectly fine with only a few cuts and bruises. And the first thing he does when he sees me is make a stupid joke."

"He doesn't blame you."

"HE SHOULD!" Fareeha shouted. Angela flinched at the sudden burst of anger. "He's shown disdain over people who deserve it like Widowmaker, he keeps a cool face despite Symmetra scaring him, and even distanced himself from Burr when it came to his choice on Overwatch when he had a better life. They endangered him, what makes me so special?"

"Do you expect you deserve some kind of punishment? Mein Gott, he loves you! Everything about you he loves. I think in some ways he loves you more than he could ever love me. Noah has never let anyone be truly close to him until he joined us. And he relishes every moment. Before he was here, he was a thief. A criminal. He could never afford the luxuries like trust or love with anyone except Burr. Now he has that and will never let that go."

Fareeha looked at her before staring at her helmet. "He made the wrong choice. Why would he care for a soldier when there's angel already by his side." She tossed the helmet and Angela caught it.

"Fareeha Amari-" She started only to see the captain was gone. "Damn it. If I can't fix it then Noah's got to do it. That guilt complex is gonna be hard to put down."

She looked at the armory in the place before seeing a purple glow. Turning to it, the light brightened up before a figure came out. They landed on the ground with Angela covering her eyes.

"Widowmaker?"

The french sniper stood up and looked at herself. "Huh, it seems Sombra was right. I need to apologize when I return."

"Wh-What? How did you get here!" She turned to Mercy and smirked.

"Sombra's very inventive and not to mention a little peeved at not being sent here. Ana sent me to bring a helping hand. From what I can guess is that most of the team has taken a beating today."

"McCree and Noah especially, but Lena and Pharah should be in more stable condition."

"And you doctor?"

"Fine." She saw a package in Widow's hand. "What's that?"

Widow shook it slightly. "A little gift from Burr to Noah. He planned on giving them to Noah when he was done organizing it. Obviously I had to finish it off." Angela didn't probe her as Widowmaker walked up to Noah's room.

He was now sleeping. Angela didn't see Efi or Jesse around so there was another mystery to solve. Widowmaker didn't care and put the package on the bedside drawer.

"This should help fill in some of the gaps. Burr was very through on details. Maybe this should get me in his good graces."

"Noah's?"

"Both." Widow said gently. "Burr is quiet and would never purposely bring that up, but I know deep down he blames me for his best friend. I don't blame him, you did the same thing."

"Améile, it wasn't-"

"Don't try it doctor. Not now. For now get some rest. I will look for the other missing agents." Angela pulled up a chair before Widow stopped her. "Not here. I understand why, but I believe it will be beneficial if you weren't here."

"Why?" Widow's eyes darted to the side before Angela understood. "I see. I'll move." Widow looked outside the window before pulling her grappling hook out and moving herself into the shadows. Angela moved at a steady pace to her response suit.

Meanwhile Noah breathed gently as the night went on. Just talking to Efi and begging Fareeha has strained his body and voice to new degrees. And now every once and while he could feel his right arm twitch despite it no longer being there.

But the medication was strong enough to knock him out. He closed his eyes awhile back and drifted into a dreamless sleep. Nothing was going wrong into the night as the window opened and in stepped Indominus. His armor was still scratched up but he didn't look worse for wear.

Sauntering over, he looked at Noah through his visor and tsked disappointingly. His pistol was pulled from his holster.

"Game Over." Indominus said as he raised his gun to Noah's head. He took a small note at the breathing rate he was taking. Before his finger could pull the trigger, a line hit him in the shoulder. "What?!"

The assassin was pulled out the window he came out of and was hanging by the line that grabbed him. "You!"

"Moi?" Widowmaker asked teasingly. The former Talon assassin wrapped the line around and Indominus found himself hanging upside down. "Looks like you've been caught in my web."

"That's what you think." Indominus sneered before shooting the line. His glider popped out and descended onto the roof of the next building a few dozen meters away. Widowmaker took aim at her enemy.

Indominus saw her take aim. "Not today, Widow. You're next on my list." And dropped a smoke bomb. Widow fired into the smoke and heard a grunt. She sneered as his body fell onto the streets below.

She grappled to the next building and looked at him. Upon closer examination, he hasn't changed his suit at all. The scratches could be seen and she saw the bullet embedded in his chest. His fingers touched the warm bullet and pulled it out.

"You've made a mistake coming here, of course you would take an opportunity to strike your enemy when he was down."

"You know last time I checked, you were holding Noah by the throat. What happened? After Burr disappeared, you ran into his arms? How shameful."

"He's a friend." Widowmaker hissed. "And I don't appreciate those who come after my lover's friends."

"Funny." Indominus got up and cracked his neck. "So you've been the one killing off the assassins we send to the hospital. To protect ton aime."

Widow didn't answer and aimed her scope. Indominus dodged the next shot as he jumped up to Widow's position. His feet landed right in front of her and his arms quickly blocked the first strike.

The rifle was tossed away as Widow fired a devastating kick. He caught that blow and returned with a hook. Her hand stopped it and caught his next punch. The two were locked as Widowmaker sneered.

"You fight like Talon."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Maybe, but I know Talon and their weaknesses." Widowmaker stopped on his foot and kneed him in the crotch. The assassin groaned at the attack before Widow headbutted him and kicked him to the ground. "And you are clear on that."

Indominus chuckled and swept Widowmaker off her feet. She hit the floor hard before Indominus wrapped his arms around her waist and suplexed her. Her back hit the floor hard and left her lying on the ground.

The Vishkar agent moved on top of her and hit her twice. Her eyes were shut tight when he lifted his knees.

CRACK!

Widow felt her nose break and blood pour out as he kneed her face.

"Really? It seems that's you instead." Widowmaker went to move, but felt a foot on top of her chest. He whistled. "And no armor? Running around in this skimpy outfit, I could've sworn this was some fetish outfit for your boyfriend."

He pulled out his gun and pressed it against her side. Widow's eyes widened when he pulled the trigger. She gasped loudly when she smelled the burning flesh. Her teeth clenched as Indominus walked back.

"Shame on you. You've seem to gotten weaker since your time in Talon."

"What do you know of Talon?"

"More than one would expect. Do you know who I am?"

She nodded no. He chuckled darkly and grabbed her by the face. One of her hands was covered the bullet wound. He pulled her close to his mask and she could see her reflection in the shine of his helmet.

"Good. If you talk to your team, tell them they're wasting their time." Widow's eyes widened when a bright light shined. Indominus was kicked away as Mercy landed. Her suit was still covered in dirt, grime, and dry blood in the moonlight.

Indominus laughed as he got up and dusted himself off. "Always here to save your teammates. Where's the other two?"

Mercy didn't answer and pulled her pistol out. "Wait, don't tell me you came here alone. After I kicked your ass today? Shouldn't you be keeping an eye on your boyfriend?"

The doctor didn't flinch and kept her aim straight. Indominus laughed harder as Widowmaker struggled to get up. His gun aimed at Mercy, the assassin pondered on what to do next. "You want to fight me?"

"I want you to leave."

"Not without a body."

"I'll gladly send yours back if you don't leave my comrades alone. I can promise you that." Indominus looked at her piercing eyes and tilted his head in surprise.

"My, my you've gotten bolder from the last thing I heard." He took one step forward and held his gun up. Angela twitched as the barrel pointed right at her. "Admirable to say the least. I won't give up until Bastian is dead, but I will give you this chance."

He fired a bullet and hit Widow's shoulder. The assassin fell back on the floor with Angela almost darting to her side. "Uh, uh, uh. I wouldn't move just yet. Here's your chance."

He tossed his gun behind him and stood before Mercy's gun. "Kill me. Fire an unarmed man dead with your gun."

"What?" Mercy asked. Indominus laughed.

"You don't shoot to kill. That's what I've always heard, but now you're given a chance to stop me from killing your boyfriend and all of Overwatch. If you're no longer the pacifist from the reports and the fighter you claim to be today, you'll pull the trigger."

"I only asked you to leave." He took a step forward and she fired near his foot. "You will leave!"

"I'm giving you a chance to end this. Come on, if it ensures everyone's survival, you'll pull the trigger. I mean from what I hear you've killed before."

"They had a chance to defend themselves."

"And I stand here weaponless, but no less a threat. So do it. Pull the trigger, save everyone!" He took another step and saw Angela shaking slightly. "Come on. Shoot me."

Mercy looked right at him and just lowered her gun. Indominus tsked disappointingly and picked his un up. "Shame. I thought I was seeing something else."

"I refuse to shoot an unwilling enemy. Human or Omnic." Mercy said. Indominus aimed only for a foot to kick away his gun. Widowmaker sprung up with some leftover energy. The assassin could barely registered what happened when her hand grabbed his gun and pressed against his side.

Two bangs were heard as Indominus fell onto his knee. Widowmaker smacked him with his gun hard and saw the blood leaking out. She moved to strike again, but he caught it and punched her side.

She would feel pain, real pain. But Widowmaker felt nothing. The REAL Widowmaker would feel nothing. Her condition was her curse. Améile Lacroix could understand, feel, even love. Yet when it came to their enemies, with every life she's taken now and before her curse will always be the same. In battle, the only sensation to be felt is her heart beating at her next kill.

They rolled around with Mercy trying to interfere. Indominus punched the doctor in her solar plexus and kicked her away, but the moment he broke his concentration, Widowmaker grabbed him by the neck. Her grip tightened as he did the same.

Beneath the mask, Widow could sense the massive amount of animosity in his eyes. Whoever existed behind that mask had no qualms on killing her. Which was good, she didn't care either.

The two slugged at each other when the other let go. Widow could see her blood splattering over the tiles of the building, but her strength dented his armor. And his blood from hs gunshot wounds dripped on the tiles.

Widow could see the doctor on the ground struggling. Her body was trying to recover precious air that was knocked from it. Though this was through her one good eye. Her other was swollen shut.

The two reeled back from another strong blow as Widow dropped a mine on the floor. He looked at it before a puff of purple smoke erupted. He gasped hard and fell onto one knee. Widowmaker hobbled over to her gun and picked it up.

She picked it up and took aim. The purple smoke slowly dissipated and revealed no one was left there. Her eye widened as she limped over to the spot. Mercy pulled herself up and wiped her bloody lip.

"Impossible." She uttered. Widowmaker gritted her teeth in frustration before feeling something tingling on her skin. She looked to see the doctor beginning a healing stream.

"You scared him off. That's good enough." Mercy said. "We're safe."

"Not until I see the light from his eyes fade." She clenched her fists as she felt the bullet in her gut be pushed out. Her nose healed as best it could until Mercy put a hand on her nose and pushed it back into place.

Her eyesight soon returned and Widowmaker found herself in slightly better shape. She looked at the faded gutshot and pressed against it. Widow felt off when she could barely feel the pressure.

"I don't feel pain." She whispered. "I should be able to feel pain."

"Améile?" Angela asked with concern as the blue woman was slightly shaking. "What's wrong?"

Widow looked at the doctor and hesitated. "Nothing, nothing's wrong. We should head back." The second she took a step, the french woman passed out and collapsed on the roof. Mercy ran over to her as the early morning rays began to peak.

She grabbed her communicator. "Mercy to Overwatch. Come in McCree, Tracer, Pharah. We need security around Noah right now. I'm here with Widowmaker treating her wounds, we need agents on the ready."

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Everything was crushing him. All of it. The darkness was just some heavy, metal mass that was determined to kill him. He tried clawing, but his right arm wasn't moving. He couldn't feel it. Nothing was going right. And the only thing he could even sense was the ringing and the smell of smoke. Constant, loud, and growing at that point.

Noah tried muffling the ringing in his ears as he could smell the smoke again. The heaviness of the beams and the dirt settling on his face. Nothing was letting the air in. He was suffocating, he was going to DIE!

His eyes snapped wide open as he took in deep gulps of air. Several items clattered to the ground as he struggled to turn on the lights. A nurse saw this and walked in.

"Sir!"

He didn't answer. Light, he needed light! The nurse quickly switched the lamps on and Noah's left eye contracted to the sudden brightness. He covered it and saw his scouter on the tableside. He reached toward it and felt a hand give it to him.

"Sorry, nurse. I didn't mean to interfere. Just helping my friend out." Noah looked to see McCree nearby with his scouter. The cowboy ignored his grasping hand and put it on him. His left eye could see better with the light on.

"I understand. Is there anything I can get you?"

"Maybe a glass of water. He looks parched." The nurse retrieved it and bid the two adieu. McCree held the glass of water in his hand and swirled the ice around in it. "Heard you screaming in your sleep."

Noah didn't answer. Besides talking to Efi and calling for Fareeha, Noah's voice did not want to come out. Especially since he was still just coming off the medication. His arm was the most noticeable lost, but his entire body had bone fractures and breaks. Essentially he was broken. In reality it's a miracle he's survived this last encounter.

"You gotten quiet. Is it about Fareeha?"

He didn't answer and reached for the glass. McCree handed the glass over before catching it. Noah's fingers could barely grip it.

"I understand you two got a special bond. And I know that it isn't her fault, but you gotta realize something. She's lost loved ones before and even though she doesn't show it, Fareeha's got a massive amount of guilt from not saving you back then."

Noah pressed his lips against the rim of the glass and gulped the cool drink. It revealed how parched he was when the glass was drained.

"I'm guessing when you were dead, she could make peace with it. But you pulled an Ana and came back." He raised an eyebrow on that as Jesse snickered to himself. "You know come out of nowhere."

The two sat in silence for the moment as Noah contemplated his words. "So when you came back it was both a relief and a burden. She told me that herself."

Jesse pulled out his flask and took a swig himself. "I'm sure once you're able, you'll want to talk to Fareeha. Just know the only one who's really going to pull Fareeha out is Fareeha. All we can do is support her."

"I...love Fareeha." Noah said. His voice was still scratchy. No doubt the next few weeks, talking is going to be a bother. Still he should try to communicate. "I...gotta...help. No matter….how long...it...takes."

"We got time. By the way how long have you had those cassette tapes?" Noah looked at his bed side and found several tapes on his side. These were refurbished after the old vintage tapes nearly a century ago.

McCree looked at the tapes and found markings on them. "They've got Burr's handwriting on it. Gift from Widowmaker I think."

"She's here?" Noah asked. McCree nodded and picked another tape. They had several dates. "Why'd...she give...this?"

"Oh yeah. Burr kept an audio log on him for Overwatch business. I see he took my advice into turning his life into one. Because these are not the ones we used for official business. I think it's got some of his origins."

"His...origins?" Noah looked at the tape. It had some extra note. "The...Noah logs?"

"Looks like he had time to pull up some of your stuff." McCree picked up the second folder and looked inside. "Hey who's this guy?"

Noah looked at the photo and showed Burr taking a secret selfie with Noah and some random guy sharing a milkshake. "I...I don't know. That's weird...what else?"

McCree fitted some headphones from the package and placed them on Noah's head. "Well you can relax with this until something else comes up." McCree walked out out of the room.

He looked out and saw Pharah sitting there with Tracer pacing around. Her eyes were bloodshot as she tried tapping her beat to an imaginary beat. "You know you could've hopped in and calmed him down."

"You had it under control." Tracer said. "McCree shouldn't we be looking for Mercy?"

"She's fine. I'm keeping the tracker on her suit on. Wherever it is, she's there."

Pharah was tapping harder now. "We should've expect this. We couldn't have just believed he would walk away."

"Yeah that guy is pretty good. Shame we don't have him on our side." McCree stated as he looked in the room. Noah was holding the player in his hand and kept adjusting the volume. "Still we got better things to do."

"What else do we have to do?" Pharah asked tiredly.

"Nothing else. Noah's can't be removed from this hospital for the next few days. I'm guessing Angela's going to try and speed up his recovery before he can return back to base. In the meantime we can hang out at Efi's place. Pharah, we can get your armor fixed up."

Pharah didn't say anything at first. "No, I don't wish to waste time on my suit when it could fixed at base."

"You do remember it being totalled when you fought Doomfist right? The bastard punched through it and probably threw you too if you hadn't ejected."

"Probably could've saved an arm if that happened." Pharah mumbled under her breath.

"Don't do that." McCree said firmly. She looked up and saw the most serious face on someone she saw as a brother. "That type of thinking will screw us in the long run and then you would've done some real damage. I need you to stop thinking like that when we're out on the field. You moan and groan all about when you're near Zenyatta or your mother, but not here. Is that understood?"

She swallowed nervously. "Sir yes sir." The serious glare melted off his face as he patted Fareeha on the head.

"Tracer go sit in Noah's room. Keep him company." She saluted at McCree before entering the room. He turned back to Fareeha and sighed. "Seriously I understand why you're like this, but you're not going to get anywhere with this."

Fareeha didn't say a word as McCree sighed. "I hate for this to be Noah's problem. I know you two have something-"

"No we don't." She replied sharply before her gaze softened to a pitiful degree. "I mean we do...still do, but after this I don't know. How many times can you fail someone before they get the hint and not want you?"

McCree shrugged and saw Noah almost meditating as Tracer seemed to be getting some sleep on the chair next to him. He watched Noah's hand pet Lena's spiky hair with a small smile on his lips. "I'd say you would actually have to kill him for him to get the idea."

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Whoo fifty chapters. I don't hope for fifty more, but hey has any seen Moira yet? Eh shame I don't have enough room to include her. It'd be interesting to see nonetheless though...none of us know what'll happen next.