Jenna laid in bed, she looked at her small desk and pictures lining the wall above it. They were all moments of the good ol days.

The time she was first initiated into Overwatch.

Winston's Birthday party

The Halloween party where her and Tracer dressed up as zombies together.

Rolling over in her bed, she stared at the wall in boredom and she slowly fell asleep.

4:00 AM.

There was a loud yell.

"Jack, Set him down!" A woman's voice yelled.

Shaking herself up, Jenna grabbed a pair of coveralls and tied her hair back in a bun and shuffled downstairs to hear what the commotion was.

"EVERYONE MOVE OUT OF THE WAY!" the same voice yelled.

Jenna had made her way into the main room.

"Genji, Get me my supplies." Mercy directed.

He rushed into the medical wing.

"Whats going on?" Jenna asked running over to the table.

On the table,a cowboy was laying down unconscious. His mechanical arm was completely gone. A mess of broken circuits and cracked metal was poking out of his shoulder. He had multiple in bruises and cuts on his face along with a giant black eye.

"I need to make sure nothing else is broken in his vitals." Mercy explained.

"What happened?" Jenna panicked

"Cowboy got too cocky." Zarya scoffed.

Genji returned with supplies along with Zenyatta.

Mercy removed his chest plate; she began scanning his body with one of her high tech devices.

" Hm, broken rib…normal arm is also not looking good…" Mercy muttered.

She rattled off a few other medical terms and took the results.

"Alright. Jack, Genji. Let's move Jesse to the Medical wing." Mercy directed.

They both nodded and picked the unconscious McCree up and began moving him to the medical wing.

Mercy then turned to Jenna.

"I need you to start on a new arm for him; I will give you more details on the schematics once I get a full in detail scan of it. Come with me." Mercy motioned at her.

Jenna followed trying to keep up with the fast walking Doctor.

The Medical wing was bright. They both stood behind a window in a separate room from McCree. The body scan was complete. A giant printer began spitting out a long piece of paper.

"Here is all the mechanics and everything for his arm. I expect you to take your special ability on this." Mercy commanded.

"Of Course Doctor." Jenna nodded.

She handed her the documents.

"Your deadline is 3 weeks. Get to it." Mercy nudged Jenna.

Jenna smiled and nodded. It was her time to shine again with her mechanical abilities.

6 AM.

"WHY CAN'T I FIGURE THIS OUT?!" Jenna yelled in frustration.

She hadn't worked on these sorts of mechanics for a while. She was so rusty at it. She was too used to working on vehicles than anything.

Sighing quietly and leaning back in her chair.

"Stupid Cowboy, playing the hero." She thought to herself.

"I'm 32 and I can't even make a simple arm." She whispered to herself.

She sat in frustration trying to figure out how she could make this arm better than it had been, to the point where she eventually passed out at her desk covered in sketches and previous blueprints.

It was 1 pm, Jenna awoke to a peanut butter banana sandwich on her desk next to her.

Clearly from Winston.

She reached for the sandwich and took a bite out of it, so simple and yummy.

Groggy and stiff from the way she slept, she got up and did a few walk around laps in her workshop to wake herself up.

"Okay. Lets get back to work."

Hours passed, and Jenna did come up with something but she felt like it wasn't enough.

"Something to withstand blasts more so…" She wrote out on her blue print.

While doing some anatomy studying, there was a knock at her door.

"Jenna." The gruff voice of Jack Morrison called out to her.

Jenna turned away from her book.

"Hey Jack. Whats up?" She asked.

"McCree is up. He wants to speak with you." Jack Notioned at her.

Jenna closed her book and quietly followed.

"Are you alright Jack?..I mean that fight looked pretty bad from seeing McCree's condition." Jenna inquired.

"We've gone through worse. McCree shouldn't have jumped out to get one of Reapers goons. There were too many. High Noon doesn't work all the time." Jack Scoffed.

They finally reached the door.

"If you need anything, let me know." Jack spoke.

Jenna nodded and entered in the room.

There was a slight cough coming from the hovering chair in the middle of the room.

Jenna walked towards the chair to see the Cowboy leaning up in his bed. His arm bandaged up in a sling. His chest was also bandage. He looked like he had gone through some minor surgery last night with Angela. His other arm was taken off.

"My arm ready yet , mechanic?" McCree shot at Jenna in a low voice.

"No…Not yet." Jenna nervously replied.

McCree chuckled to himself.

"It's been a long time…." He looked at her and smirked.

It had been. To be quite honest, this had been the first time she had seen McCree in the couple of weeks of her staying in the new Overwatch HQ. He had been sent out on missions so much. She hadn't seen the spaghetti western guy in a while.

"Jesse…I haven't even seen you in a few weeks since I've been here…where did you go?"

He slightly adjusted himself in his bed.

"Taking care of business darlin'…..can you hand me my cigar?" He asked.

Jenna folded her arms.

"Jesse…you're in a hospital bed. You seriously want to smoke right now?" she hissed.

She forgot how annoying he can get sometimes.

"Calm down kitten." He chuckled to himself.

"Okay, get to the point. Why did you call me in to talk to me?"

McCree's eyes shifted to look dead center at hers.

"I want to see what you're doing with the arm."

"But you don't know anything about anatomy and mechanical-"

"It's MY arm." McCree growled.

Jenna was taken aback.

"Listen Jesse-"

But she was quickly cut off by an interrupting Angela.

"Jenna, let him get his rest." She pulled Jenna out of the room and into the hallway by her arm.

She shut the door behind her, and was immediately cut off by Jenna.

"Whats your problem Angela?! He started it!" Jenna fumed.

"Hes still in recovery. Don't get him too riled up." Angela stated.

Jenna pouted.

"Hes still the sass that I remember he is." Jenna mumbled.

Angela sighed and smiled at Jenna.

"Alright, look, in a few days he'll be up in walking. I'm doing some extensive procedures in the next few days so I can get him out on the battlefield again…Just do your best to get his arm finished."