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"Amelie are you awake?" She heard a soft voice call out to her.
She nodded slightly in response. Surprisingly this was the second time that Lena had left her unconscious with some form of bodily injury.
"What's the damage doctor?" She said feeling where any possible bandages could be. She didn't feeling anything apart from the huge white bandage that adorned her abdomen.
"You'll live but I want you to take it easy for a couple of days. Lena broke 2 of your ribs and you have a minor concussion. Take it easy." She said at a fruitless attempt to stop her from getting out of the bed but she was too late. Amelie was up and walking to get her things.
"Lena's accelerator. It was damaged." She tried to make it look like she was in no pain but Angela could see her trying to support herself on the table.
"She and Reaper escaped. It seems as though she was fine." She was glad that Lena was safe but Gabriel was out causing havoc. Her previous mistake would be out causing even more pain and suffering.
Amelie was glad that she was safe but she still had the guilt of knowing that she had hurt her. Sure it had been an accident but it could have been fatal so easily.
Thinking of the damaged accelerator made her think of the whole reason she had met her in the first place. The whole reason she was involved with Overwatch. Before Lena became Tracer.
It had started with her job.
Unfortunately their usual photographer had been sick with flu so he sent over one of his colleagues. Amelie Lacroix. She had been tasked with taking pictures for a documentary on the superhero organization that would let the people see that Overwatch was doing good. She wasn't sure at first but she had just gotten out of a dying marriage with an agent known as Gerard from the French Overwatch branch so she wanted to be as far away from his as humanly possible.
This job meant she would have to stay in London for a year. The photographing schedule was packed. It would start with a simple poster shoot then at the end of the year she would photograph a young pilot riding in the world's first teleportation jet, the slipstream.
She had been set up in a small hotel called the Adderworth until the year was up. Then if she liked she could either go back to France or stay in London if she was able to find other work.
She expected it to be a weird experience but she never expected that as soon as soon as she arrived at the location she was greeted by a grown man in full cowboy attire.
"Y'all the photographer?" He asked. She nodded and tried to figure what could possess a man to wear such a ridiculous costume. Emphasis on the word tried. She felt a cough in her throat from his cigar smoke but was slightly scared of him so she didn't make a sound.
"Oui." She replied quickly. She knew how to speak English but she still found it comfortable at this stage to speak her home language.
"Well, I'll bring ya to the set and you can get your set up sorted."
"Merci."
"You'll met her there too." He laughed but Amelie didn't see what was so funny.
"What?" She asked him with the most confused expression on her face, she then realised what his pun meant and she groaned at the thought of having to put up with this all day. She should have thought over what she was getting herself into.
McCree brought her to the area where she would be taking photographs of the heroes and they were nothing like she expected. There was a man with grey hair and he was covered with giant lion plated armour. There was one and she had trouble telling if he was human or omnic, he looked like one but he spoke with a clear Japanese accent. The next one she saw was a woman who seemed normal but Amelie recognised her. She was the infamous Pharah, bringer of justice and rockets.
Then there was one who caught her eye. It seemed like a loud, heavily accented girl with what looked like pilot gear on was running up towards her.
"Oh who's the new girl? Whatcha name luv?" She was smaller than her so Amelie had to look down slightly to get a good look at her.
Amelie in the present day had completely forgotten that there had been a time when Lena didn't use her power when running up to her. It was unusual to say the least. She returned back to thinking about their first encounter.
"Amelie. Amelie Lacriox." She said extending her hand expecting a hand shake but instead got an overly enthusiastic hug.
"Nice to meet you. You here to shoot and hang me?" She said making finger guns and point them towards her.
"What? Why would I hang you?" Amelie didn't fully comprehend some of the English expressions yet. So would learn with time but she might as well be hearing omnic speak.
"It's an English phrase. It mean are you here to take my pic and put it up on a wall." She said apologetically. She was a total goof around pretty people and Lacroix was no exception.
"Yes. I'm afraid my friend wasn't able to make it. You English people have unusual phrases." She commented. Lena gave her a shrug and went back to observing the photographer once again.
Amelie directed for where Lena was to go and wait until the others had had their 5 minutes of the camera. She made her way to a giant bright orange backdrop with the Overwatch logo on it. She despised this colour. She didn't see how any sane person could find it attractive.
"This is going to look great. Especially with this background I just love it." Amelie stood corrected. As long as the subject of the photo was happy and smiling it made the poster more believable and more appealing to the public.
Amelie had to admit that Lena was adorable. She was just so sparky and filled with positive energy. Maybe she could help balance out her negative energy.
She began with Reinhardt seeing as he was the most experienced with the camera and he soaked up every moment, basking in his armour. Unfortunately they had to stop when his back seemed to start acting up. Thankfully Fareeha was able to help him to a seat. Next Genji was up but Amelie didn't know if it was good or not due to the lack of facial expressions but it seemed that the poses his did with the sword would be good enough for it. The next one up was of the stoic looking Egyptian woman wearing what seemed to be a blue rocket armour. She did well enough for the camera. Next up it was time for Lena Oxton. Overwatch's best pilot.
"Do a pose." She commanded setting the exposure of the camera to the right setting.
"Like what? Like this?" She placed her hands on her hips and brought her chest forward to try and look heroic but she burst out laughing causing Amelie to snicker as well. She didn't know what it was about her but she just seemed adorable.
She took a shot and then gave her a look the told her she needed to do a serious pose. Lena complied and posed with her helmet and this gave Amelie the pictures she needed.
"Is that good?" She asked holding perfectly still but clearly starting to get tired. Amelie clicked a button on a small remoted which changed the orange backdrop to a plane. Lena turned around and got excited. She struck another pose and Amelie began to shoot again.
She took a couple of shots with the plane and then again with the previous people including McCree. He wasn't needed for it, he just wanted to be in it because he could. She took one last group photo of them and when her camera roll started to bleep indicating it was full.
"That is it. You are free to go." She said checking over them one last time making sure they were all perfect.
They thanked her and went about with their other business. Lena and Reinhardt were the only two who stayed behind.
"Would you mind if I saw my picture Miss Lacroix?" Asked Reinhardt in his booming voice. Scared that he was mad she went to the gallery and brought it up.
"I think that this is the best photo of me yet. Much obliged."
"Merc- Thank you Sir." She said not wanting to repeat her mistake from earlier. It had been a long day and she always enjoyed taking a cup of coffee when a job was finished. She took out her flask and gulped it down.
"You have a good aim Miss Lacroix. Have you ever considered taking lessons with guns? I'm sure Ana would love to teach you." Amelie couldn't see how being a good photographer meant she would be a good assassin as well but she let the brit have her fun.
"I don't know. It sounds dangerous."
"Well we could always talk about it over dinner." Said Lena changing her body language to suggest flirting but on the inside she had no idea if this would work or not.
Amelie spat out her coffee and choked for a second at how smooth that had been. That was a level of flirting she could only dream of reaching.
"What are you proposing?" She asked wiping the coffee from her lips and off of her shirt. She didn't know if her face was red from the blushing or the heat of the drink.
"You, me and some good old English food to help you get settled in. I bet you 'avent eaten anything since getting here." Lena was praying that her assumption was right of she would look like a total idiot.
Thankfully for her it was true. Amelie didn't take the food they were serving on the plane as it looked like it could kill a person with one bite and she had driven straight to the photoshoot set. Also even if she had stopped the currency confused her and she would take all day trying to get the correct change.
"I suppose little English flower but maybe another time. I have to get these photos too my boss." She said and Lena felt like she had been stabbed in the heart. She was so happy her heart couldn't physically take it. Someone would actually like to go on a date with her.
Lena had never actually had her flirting techniques be responded with actually positivity so she didn't know what to do. She nervous laughed and hid her blushing cheeks behind her white scarf. Amelie brought her hand to her mouth to cover her small laugh but was brought back to reality by the buzzing of her camera. The battery was running low.
"See you later then." She said giving her a quick salute before turning away. Amelie left the room and as soon as Lena was sure that she was gone she turned to Reinhardt and covered her face with her hands. His laugh bellowed as he figure out what had happened.
"Well done Lena! Go forth and pursue the woman of your dreams." He pointed to the door and he could see her visibly recoiling at the amount of cringe in the sentence he had just yelled.
"Reinhardt keep it down will ya! She could still probably hear you." She tried to shush him, placing her hands and his lips to stop the words escaping. Trying to get him to be quiet was like Zarya trying to get along with omnics. It simply didn't happen.
"Young people in love. How romantic." He picked her up in a hug and proceeded to crush her small body. She tapped him to get him to put her down and he obliged. He apologized for his strength and went on his way. Most likely to meet up with a certain Amari.
Amelie looked back at the photo set and tried to stop her grinning because it was making her mouth hurt with the amount of smiling she was doing.
And the rest was history. They saw each other more often and after a couple of months they became a couple. Then Slipstream happened, Lena became an official agent for Overwatch and now they were here.
With Lena somewhere with Talon, plotting their next move while Amelie was trying to stand up with two broken ribs.
Amelie shook her head to take her out of her nostalgic mind-set. It used to be so simple. 'How the hell did things turn out this way?" She thought thinking of the young pilot who had so many hopes and dreams for the future.
It would only be a matter of time before the next attack so she had no time to waste. Talon could strike at any moment so she had to be ready to strike at any moment.
She would get her pilot back.
Amelie is a photographer in this story because she shoots stuff. Get it? Enjoy the terrible pun. Hope you enjoyed this chap it was a lot of fun to write.
Next Chap: Gabriel and Jack have a little chat. Amelie and Lena face off one more time. Or should I say one last time…