Hiya, Shout out this time goes to Zargon564. *See then end of the chap for info*

There had been so much pain in Lena's life. When her parents died, when overwatch was disbanded and when she had her incident with the slipstream. However nothing could compare to this. Losing Amelie was so much worse than those things combined. She always felt like her bubbly self when Amelie was around but now that she was gone a part of her had permanent died.

She was in her room at the Overwatch base. She had a small window which she was looking out of. She was trying to look at anything that might take her mind of it but the more she tried to not think about it the more vibrantly it came back to her. It was around January but the snow was falling down fast. She almost wanted to joke that Mei had somethings to do with it but she simply couldn't bring herself to get up.

"Lena, how are you doing?" Angela asked bringing in a tray of food. It had been a day or two since the attack on Nepal and everyone was still in shock. Even the normally cold hearted ones were quieter than normal. Hanzo who appreciated Amelie's company now and again was sitting in his room and meditating.

Lena hadn't come out of her room at all and Angela knew that she needed something to eat, it was all too common a problem when she dealt with grieving people. Angela hoped that a good fish and chip from her hometown might change her mind. The grease may have been sticking to her fingers but if it was something that might make her eat it would be worth it.

Lena did want to reply but she didn't have the energy so she just quickly gave a quick meh sound and then went back to curling up into her little ball. She was doing this to get warm. She thought that it would be Amelie who would be keeping her warm.

Angela rubbed her back and gave a sigh. She had been trained with emotional comforting techniques as well as medical ones. They helped a lot but they couldn't cure it. Something like a devastating loss of a loved one was something difficult to get over, it would in time but not now.

"Lena… You have to eat." She said placing the food tray down in front of her. Lena got the strong smell of the battered fish and raised her head a little to see what the meal was.

She smiled for a second then it vanished yet again. Her stomach growled at her to eat something but she just ignored it. She couldn't feel like she could physically eat anything. She'd just throw it up probably.

"I'm not hungry Mercy. Please." She said in what Angela heard so rarely. Lena's quiet and solitary voice.

Everyone knew that when Lena addressed them by their hero names she was either extremely upset with them or she was sad herself. The first time it happened was with Junkrat. He had touched her bomb and she yelled "You bloody wanker Junkrat!" Up until that point she had always called him either Jamison or Fawkes. He didn't know what to do so he just hid behind Mako terrified. British people were scary when they got angry.

"You have to eat at some point Lena. You can't starve." She said in the gentlest voice that she could muster. It was weird but she was used to it. Her trying to comfort people and them not feeling any better Jack, Genji and so many others. Even after Gabe went through his transformation she had tried talking sense into him but it seemed fruitless.

"What's the point? Amelie and I should be sharing this but now I can't ever again." She said pushing it off the desk making it land on a heap on the floor. Angela sighed and picked up the fallen food. She was like a small child defusing to cooperate.

Angela didn't know what to say next so she sat down beside Lena and simply looked out the window observing the snow. It was then she noted a change in her demeanour. She was going to say something but Angela had no idea what it could be.

"I'm leaving Overwatch." She said not taking her eyes of the window. The coldness of the outside was reflecting her seriousness in her statement. Angela, needless to say, was shocked but just assumed that it was the shock, anger and sadness talking.

"Lena please think about it." She knew if she'd straight up said that she was over reacting it would only make her more distressed than she already was. She had done stuff like this since she was 15 years old and had become the best doctor in her field.

"As soon as I get the sniper who did this I'm leaving." She told her so matter of factly.

Angela was going to try and reason with her but Lena knew that she was about to do it and cut her off. She unfurled herself and jumped up on the bed making Angela jump at the sudden enthusiasm.

"Everywhere I look around here I'm reminded of her. We had our wedding 'ere for gods sake." She said while trying to sound intimidating but only ending up sounding like she was about to break down again.

She didn't like Overwatch either but Lena was one of the few good things to happen to it during its darkest hours. She could make any bad situation better just by doing whatever it was that made Lena herself. "I think you're making a mistake but I will support whatever you do." She said in a reassuring tone which visibly made Lena a lot less stressed.

"You always understand. Thank you Angela." She had reverted back to calling her by her proper name. Angela was relieved to hear his but it sill didn't change the fact that she was still going to leave Overwatch.

"Why don't you come on out and see what they have found so far?" Angela suggested. She at least wanted to get Lena out of the room before she could plant herself down and become a hermit.

"Yeah." Her reply was short but sweet.

She pulled her out of her hole and brought her to where they were doing their research. It seemed to just be Zenyatta, Winston and his faithful A.I companion Athena.

"Do we have any information on the assassin?" Angela asked the primate who was working with Athena looking through colour coordinated files. In normal Winston fashion they were neat but they took up the majority of the table.

"Her call name is Widowmaker. She left a small card with a purple lipstick mark on it." He held up the small bad containing the vital evidence. There had been security cameras at Nepal and they had caught a glimpse of the person who killed Amelie but not a whole body image. Also while talking with Satya she was somehow able to get into a talon computer and find out the name of their newest assassin.

"It's because Amelie wore purple lipstick. The card is like a receipt of who she kills probably." She spat. She had no idea why a heartless killer who murder the love of her life would leave a trade mark. She needed more than that. She needed an eye for an eye. A life for a life.

"We've tried to find matches but we can't seem to get anything. We have little to go off." He sighed fixing his glasses. This had been tougher than he expected and since it was Amelie as well he was also trying to deal with losing her as well. She had been one of the people who treated him with respect. Those types of people weren't too common.

"Now we know that, who is she?" Lena asked with an underlying tone of rage in her voice. She despised this assassin and now she was desperate to know who she had to kill.

"She's about 5ft 6 with a… Wait this can't be right." He scanned the picture closer and then back away for a moment. He was disgusted that Talon would try a trick so low. He knew that they were evil but this was just cruel.

"What is it?" She never saw Winston disgusted so badly by something before. In fact the closest she had seen him was when he had accidently eaten really old peanut butter.

"The assassin was wearing the same type of Visor that Amelie wore. Only it's different, it's got more precise vision and its red instead of purple. It's defiantly an improvement from the joke one we made. It's defiantly not Amelie in the photo though.

Lena was seeing red and it wasn't just from the enemy visor. Talon had the nerve to use Amelie's own device to help with killing her. She tried to stop herself from gagging but it was hard considering what a disgusting low trick this was.

"They stole it. It must have been their operative Sombra." Said Zenyatta bringing up the file on what little they knew about the grade A* hacker. Satya just happened to be walking by at this moment and she began to panic silently. She had given those plans to Sombra and in return Sombra gave her the upcoming name of one of their newest agents, Widowmaker.

"What else?" Lena asked scraping for anything else that they could possibly use to try and find the cold blooded murderer.

"That's everything we have." Athena informed her. She pouted and folder her arms like a child. She was annoyed but no one could blame her.

"Bloody dammit!" Lena took a moment to think about the assassin's height. It was about the same as Amelie. Something wasn't right about this whole thing but she couldn't place what it was. She momentarily thought that maybe it had been an Amelie clone but that should have been impossible. She eventually concluded that she was just seeing Amelie everywhere now.

"Talon will defiantly be using her in future missions so you will get to eliminate her."

"I can't wait." She said in a cold voice. Everyone felt the awkwardness of Lena going fully dark. It was like she was turning into the milder version of Reaper. No one could blame her for this thought either. She didn't even get to say a proper goodbye to Amelie.

She would however get to say goodbye to the assassin who killed her.

*Meanwhile with Talon*

Amelie had been assigned to a small room since being taken from Nepal and while there were no horrors in it she found herself getting anxious. She needed to know what was going on in the outside world. Luckily as she was flicking through channels on a holo-vid, Gabriel decided to grace her with his presence.

"It's been a day and people bought that it was your body they found. Now we must being the process." He said, from what Amelie could guess it seemed like he wanted this done as quickly as possible.

As he dragged her by the wrist she didn't get a chance to ask him anything as he was practically dragging her to a room. She took a deep inhale as she read the sign on the door. It read as the medical bay.

He opened the door and as much as she wanted to look away she was fixated on the unending amount of pointed medical equipment. There was also a distinct smell of something she couldn't quite put her finger on but it was a cross between bleach and Menthol. There were several people in lab coats who were busy seemingly setting things up for an operation. Her operation.

"You need to undergo surgery." He stated the obvious and she rolled her eyes at him. Naturally he wasn't amused but kept his composure.

"For what? I'm healthy." She didn't even realise it but she was being so caught up in the conversation with him she didn't even notice that she was being moved toward the operating table and the doctors were beginning to switch various, loud machines on.

"You need your heart slowed down to its minimum and you need to be sterilised."

The shock was nothing new at this point and now anytime she saw something that should be making her shock it was now met with just a confused look of not understanding.

"I get the heart part but why the sterilisation?" She was more concerned about it than anything. If she was going to be back with Lena they had talked a lot of times about having a child of their own and she was the only fertile of the two. After the slipstream incident Angela had ran some tests and it would be unwise to carry a child with her chronal disassociation for risk of miscarriage. Amelie had always imagined what it would look like. She envisioned it being a baby girl with her mother's hair and eyes but ending up with her personality.

"Can't risk it. Talon do not want to have pregnant workers, they pose a threat and can be used as leverage if Overwatch found out. No acceptations." He stated as she was strapped down on to the table. The easiest way to get them distracted was to engage them in conversation and then he found they simply forgot where the heck they were even going in the first place.

He placed a mask over her mouth and Gabriel gave the signal. The procedure was starting.

Amelie began to prepare herself for the worst pain she would experience in her Talon days so far as she was injected with a clear substance. She knew that his was going to be a horrible but she would go through with it. She wished it was something that would knock her out but unfortunately it seemed that it was an anaesthetic making her body numb. She supposed she should be grateful for it at least.

Gabriel nodded to a doctor when he saw that she was relaxed and the worker flipped a switch and this sent Amelie into a world of pain. She tried to react but she was bound by the straps tying her to the bed and all she could do was scream.

She tried to breath in the oxygen from the mask but it was taking the oxygen out of her lungs instead of giving it to her. The bastard was choking her.

It felt like every single cell in her body was begin changed. Her skin was crawling as she could feel the burning and her heart felt like it was beating really fast then stopping all of a sudden and starting back up again all in a matter of seconds. She didn't look but if she had she would have noticed the fact that it was doing something. Her creamy skin was now a very light shade of blue.

Next on the list was Gabriel's favourite part. The Surgery.

She felt the knife slowly going into her abdomen and she really did want to scream more but her voice had already gotten to the point of being hoarse and all the oxygen had been ripped out form hr lungs. She would literally kill for this to be over. Or the other way around, she would be killing when this was over. The temptation to take the scalpel was strong but if she wasn't bound she would have killed the doctor and Gabriel on the spot.

Her energy was totally drained so she finally gave up struggling but it wasn't by choice. All she could do was lie there and wait until the liquid squelching sounds stopped and she could stop feeling the doctor's fingers poking around. It went on for at least an hour.

After she was sewn back up, her face was wet with tears and she was physically sweating from her struggling to get away combined with the pain he had induce. "We'll put you under now and let the drug do its work. Once you wake up you will feel no pain at all." He said as another needle was put into her arm.

"Bastard." She was going to swear at him more alas she was fading into black and quickly at that. She reminded herself once more that the pain would be worth it.

It was, wasn't it?

"Welcome back Amelie." He said looking down at her.

Amelie began to slowly open her eyes and looked at the reaper. She knew he was smirking under his mask. She felt different. It was like her blood had stopped running through her veins.

She put her hands up to shield her eyes from the light but then was confused. Instead of her normally quite pale hands they were now a light shade of blue. Or purple. She was so disoriented she couldn't really tell.

And on her arm she had something inked onto it. It too her a moment to decipher the gothic style but she was eventually able to read what it was. It was nightmare in French. Talon had branded her like she was some kind of livestock.

"What have you done to me?!" She yelled trying to jump up and grab at him but then was restricted by two Talon soldiers who were guarding the room. He laughed at her futile attempt to try and get at him.

"Relax. Let her go." He told them, she was just angry about it he knew she would get used to it in time.

"We need to slow your heart rate down so that you can't be tortured by enemies and several other reasons. It looks good." He said looking her over. She wasn't flirting with her, he just really wanted to piss her off even more. He was just like that.

"Shut up you little toad." She didn't even want to hear his low tone voice all she wanted was a couple of minutes to try and adjust to her new look and to get over the pain. Was that too much to ask for? She had been through hell and she just wanted at least one small thing.

She observed the tattoo one more time and looked back at him disgustedly.

"I have one question. You didn't remove my emotions, why?" Over the course of the 2 minutes she had been awake she felt anger, sadness, regret and every other feeling she could have thought off. She assumed that since they had done it with Lena they would have done it to her also. She couldn't imagine being a cold emotionless husk.

He laughed. Did she honestly think that they would take away all of her feelings? Gabriel knew she was a smart enough woman but he thought she knew better than this.

"You wouldn't be under our thumb anymore of you felt nothing for the girl." He explained with one sentence. She was wishing she had the emotions taken now as she felt like murdering him with anything she got but she forced herself to remain calm. She would be killed if she tried anything, or Lena could be killed if she tried anything.

"Mother fuc-" She was about to cuss at him but he interrupted before she could continue her swear filled rant.

"You're already an expert sniper so now we only need one thing done before we can start to take down Overwatch." He interrupted. He personally swore all the time but he always found it odd when someone like Amelie would do it.

"What?" She was already a converted assassin so she might as well not try to resist what missions he gave her. It would be over a hell of a lot quicker if she could just do it for him.

He was waiting to see the reaction on her face. He wasn't sure what it would be. Maybe it would be the usual shock and horror. Or maybe she would respond like an old omnic would. "You have to kill an Overwatch agent."

She would have said I can't but it seemed a little too late for that. It was weird. She was trying to think back about her friends but she couldn't seem to remember the good times. It's like they were clouded with dark smoke and only the bad memories were standing out. She was aware that they must have done something during the surgery but she found herself unable to think about it properly.

"Who is the target?" She asked in a cold voice. She didn't know why but she felt like she was ready to do this. Even the thought of it was making her heart feel like it was beating once more.

"I'll let you chose."

Who do you think it's going to be? Who do you want it to be? I'll let you, the readers, choose. But do it quickly cause times ticking.