Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch. Or Blizzard. Or the game.

If I am doing something wrong, or right, speak up. don't worry, words cannot hurt me...at least from behind a screen, lol,

Also, daily updates until further notice. Of course, the shorts could be omake's, interludes, snippets, or even just interesting stuff about the setting. Just need to make sure I don't lose the motivation to write...

Author: (points at Ms. Oxton accusingly) You are a most difficult woman to write.

Ms. Oxton: (points at herself) Me? I thought my magnetic personality would stick in your mind.

Author: Yes yes, you are a amazing character, yes, but I'll need to throw you at Reaper to truly get a grasp of you. Now shoo, you have a hero to meet.

Ms. Oxton: That damp squib? Anything but-

"Don't worry luv, I'll get her for you!"

"Please don't."

Tracer and Dawnbringer, if a D. Va is on the opposing team.


"So luv, are you and Hana together together, or just together?"

You swallowed your tea quickly.

"I have no idea what you mean."

"No need to be coy. She's a cutie isn't she?"

Lena Oxton was very energetic.

You sported a strained smile.

"Yeah, she is. We're not, by the way."

"Oh, but she adores you. If all the picture's 'round your house say anything, you do to!"

Well, she was your best friend. That counted for something.

"I love her very much."

"A confession? Should I get the phone?"

"Please don't."

This was very unsettling. Mentally, you knew that Miss Oxton was like this. In real life though, seeing such a awe inspiring figure act so casually was a bit of a shock.

"Well you'll get her one day."

Now you're depressed. Or maybe that was the mellowness talking.

You poured yourself some more tea, somewhat bothered that your guest has not tried it yet.

"Perhaps in the future I will be the proud father of many tiny gremlins. Yet not today, I fear. Today, I have a guest in my home. So, what do I owe the pleasure of your presence, Ms. Oxton?"

Your guest giggled. It was exactly as you imagined it.

"Call me Lena darling. Ms. Oxton is me mum."

You had a horrible, horrible flashback to the last Brit you had met. You cracked down on that memory, hard.

"Yin Soo-jin, my lady."

Her smile was rather nice, all things given.

"Honor to meet you Yin."

...right, foreigner.

You rubbed your sleeve, "You never call Korean's by their last name only. If you wish to be proper, you may call me Yin Soo-jin sii, though it is acceptable to call me Soo-jin, if you would like.

"Oh!" Ms. Oxton, or Lena, you guess, chuckled nervously, and... downed your tea in one go. Huh, you liked taking it slow yourself.

Impressive though. Though not without price, if her wide eyes were any indication. She forged on like the trooper she was and changed the subject.

"This is delicious! What is in this blinding beverage?"

"Hot water. Honey. Lemon and lime. Why, does it taste especially good?"

"Especially good? This is the best tea I've ever had in my life! And I shared a spot with the Queen!"

Your lips curved, a happy feeling bubbling in your chest. It was always nice to be complemented. Tickled your heart and all that.

"It brings me joy to hear such kind words. Perhaps you came this far solely for my drinks? It's a house special, though I'd be happy to serve you everyday~"

Lena looked at you in slight surprise.

And looked away, laughing nervously, the faintest of red on her cheeks…

By the gods, ego sufficiently boosted.

"That sounds lovely, but I'm here for something else unfortunately."

She flashed you a most brilliant grin that knocked you out of sorts, the mere expression sending your thoughts aflutter.

… you should get out more. Or invest in anti-Brit charms. Anti-Oxton?

"Well, that's just the thing luv. A lil' bunny told me that you want to join up with…"

Without warning, Lena sat up from her cross legged position, tapped what must be a speaker at the rim of her pants, and twirled several times at rapid speed.

That was abrupt.

Inspirational orchestral music followed, and the moment was forged.

You watched in morbid fascination as several pieces of colored paper flew into the air, raining down upon you like a shower of gold. Absently you covered your tea, an almost natural reaction as you took in the amazing thing happening in front of your eyes.

The twirling got even faster. She was spinning on the ball of her foot, you realized, using the other leg to kick herself for another ago every cycle. Your eyes spun to keep up, the air in front of you a mere Oxton tinted blur before Lena abruptly stopped, throwing her arms forward and releasing a large cloud of confetti.

You stared dumbly at the woman in front of you

"Overwatch!"

Amazing. Truly amazing, four starts, 8 out of 10, - wait what?

"Overwatch. Isn't that-?"

"Yes I know," the woman collapsed back onto the floor, shaking your table slightly. Some tea spilled out your cup.

"But look around!" she gestured towards your home. Or the world. Probably the latter.

"My home? It's nice isn't it?"

"Don't be daft, I'm talking about the whole planet!"

"That? It's rather bad."

"It's in the shitter that's what, pardon my language."

"No offense taken.'

"The fact is," she took a deep breath, "the world needs heroes." Just like you, and Hana, and Lucio, and Spanner!"

You nodded. Spanner was quite the hero.

"So that's why the new, and improved Overwatch wants you, Soo-jin, to face it alongside us!"

She poked your chest. The fleshy part.

"Interesting proposition, certainly. Can this 'new' Overwatch help my nation with the Monster in the future? It's a sticking point, I admit."

"Of course! At the time we were dealing with a bit of a problem, but we'll be ready next time, promise."

Next time would be...three years? Slightly more than last time anyway. The Monster attacks were fairly sporadic in time frame, or else things would have been much better.

We?

"Good to know," you sipped your tea, "though I had shown interest in joining Hana in her exploit's, I'm somewhat reluctant to swear allegiance right now. Will I be welcome to a exercise?"

"We don't need a blood oath Soo-jin. Just say that you'll be open to fighting 'longside us!"

She tried again to down her tea in one go, and expectedly coughed on confetti. It was rather mean of you not to warn her, but you weren't all that nice. Polite, yes. A doormat, even more so. But not nice.

"Damnit."

"If it helps, I loved your presentation. It is the main contributing factor to me still being interested."

"Really?" She looked bright eyed at this, looking hopefully on at you as if you validated her efforts. Which you did.

It was adorable, though perhaps that was simply how she always looked.

"Yes. Though it may just be that I am allowing the first person I've seen all weak to hold to much influence over me."

"What were you doing out here anyways. Were you staring at the idiot box all day?"

"The what?"

"The television, pardon."

"Oh no. After battles, I retreat to… make peace again, before snapping Hana out of her funks. My home doesn't always smell like this. I'm not that fun."

"I was wonder'in 'bout that. Mr. Cowboy smoke's 'nough for all of us. Say, why don't we get out of here?"

Mr. Cowboy?

"Can you come back with me to the city though luv? I tried talking to Hana, but she did her nut and snapped at me like an old mutt. I bet you can snap her out of it"

Hm. The gremlin was your responsibility, wasn't she?

"Why the hurry?"

"Hana signed up. Winston thinks we should make it official, like back in the day. It's really cool, with medals and fireworks and cake!"

So she actually did it, huh?

You hoped she hadn't brought Lucio down with her...

"I'll be right there. Let me put on my work outfit."


Random Dawn Facts: The Idiot Box

Soo-jin rarely watches TV, unless with other people. The only show's he watches of his own initiative are children's television and YouTube videos.