Hello, I know I haven't wrote anything in awhile, and I do apologize. I was a strong shipper of Tracer and Genji (plus various). After Tracer's sexual identity was announced I kind of backed away for a bit. I now think it is time for me to jump back into it.

No I will not ship Tracer and Widow or Tracer and Emily. Deja-Ryu will always be my number one. Anyone with issues? Take your double standards somewhere else. Thank you!

Brights lights trimmed the bottom of the walls along the long hallway, many exits and many turns. Tracer felt nervous as she was about to approach the true mind behind Talon. She turned to look at Reaper who only looked forward. She felt a sharp pain in her head.

Lena.. Stop.

Her eyes opened wide as she heard the voice of her Lover. She still didn't understand what was going on, his tone seemed different now, It seemed real..

Stop, Lena

She grabbed her head and fell straight to the floor. Reaper turned and witness the girl was panicking. He just watched in delight.

Len-

"SHUT UP!" she screamed and it echoed through out the hallway. "Shut up, shut up, please." She began to shake, it seemed Reaper had enough as he grabbed her by the hair. She winced in pain.

"Calm. The. Fuck. Down." he said it spaciously as he let go of her. "We do not have time for any interruptions. Lets move it." She nodded to him, and they continued down the hallway.

He will die..

Tracer ignored him. Reaper opened up the door, and they both were consumed by the darkness in the room. "Reaper reporting." He stood with his arms cross, and a spotlight shined on a dark figure. Tracer couldn't really make out his face, it seemed like he had some sort of mask on.

"Yes, finally you are here." He began to slowly walk over to the duo. He looked at Tracer, "Overwatch's Poster child," he chucked a bit to himself. His voice was very rough to the ears. "Well, are you ready to really turn some heads?" She looked at him confused. He handed her a profile, she looked down at it, and then back at him. "Go ahead, darling." She gulped silently as she slowly opened the folder. Her eyes grew big.

"Dr. Angela Ziegler..." the man laughed.

"Ah, bingo! I need you to get rid of that nuisance!" He grabbed Tracer's left hand and Reaper felt a bit unsettled by his actions. "I want you.." he moved in closer to her face, "..to make her suffer." Tracer's eyes began to gather tears. "If you don't, well.. You know how things go. Dismissed." He let go of her hand, Reaper grabbed Tracer roughly.

"Lets go." Tracer nodded as they exited the room.

Kill her, Lena

They stood outside the room, Reaper reached into his inner pockets of his trench coat, pulling out a Translocator remote. "Sombra already set up her locator around Angela's location." He grabbed Tracer's shoulder, "I will be watching you," he placed a chip in her ear and then cupped her chin. "Betray me, and I will not kill you, but something far worse." Tracer nodded as he let her go, she hesitated to tap the button. She finally did, and things turned blue around her. She gasped silently as she was inside Mercy's apartment. She jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Well finally you got here," Sombra chuckled slightly, "How are you feeling?" Tracer raised a brow at the woman.

"What do ya mean?" She placed a hand on her forehead.

"Do you hear him?" she asked and Tracer looked at her confused.

"Hear who?"

"Do you hear hi-" the front door opened and Sombra disappeared. Mercy appeared shocked at the sight of Tracer in her living space.

"Tracer? What are you doing here?" Tracer seemed very nervous, "Me and Winston were worried about you and.. Genji." The young Brit's eyes widen, "Where is Genji? We haven't heard from either of you." Mercy grabbed her communicator, Tracer looked down. "I will tell Winston that you are here, he will be so happy!" She called him.

Do it, Lena. Bring me back.

"Winston? Winston! Tracer is here with me.. No, Genji is not, I haven't exactly asked her that quite yet. Tracer? Where is Genji?" she felt tears roll down her cheek.

I love you.

"Trac-" Mercy felt a gun point on the back of her head. Tracer's eyes grew as she saw Sombra behind her. "Wh-What's going on?"

"Hola!" She waved to the woman as she turned slightly. "Look I am not going to kill you..." She smiled and then looked at Tracer, Tracer noticed a purple tint in her eyes. "But she is," she pointed and Tracer pulled out a small pistol and aimed it directly at her temple.

"Lena..? What are you doing?" she asked nervously, Sombra slipped and grabbed her communicator.

"Listen," she said into the mic on it as she dropped it on the ground. "Now, Tracer, if you still feel hesitant, why don't I help you, chica." She winked at the young woman as she pulled up a few pictures and voice clips. Mercy looked even more nervous now. Sombra expanded one of the pictures, but ended up being a video. Mercy was trying to make advances onto Genji, but he rejected her.

"Oh.. ha ha.." Tracer glared at her, "I love Genji, everyone knew this.. But he only had his eyes set on you.. I hated you, it was unfair.. I am sorry."

Sombra just giggled slightly, "the clock is ticking. So what's it gonna be?" Tracer looked down and then back into the woman's eyes.

Stop, Lena.