No reviews yet. Hopefully that will change with time. I have a basic plotline down but could always use help. Ideas are welcome! Minor Trigger warning for this chapter, contains lil' bit of abuse. I think I'm gonna be changing PoV's each chapter.

Accent

Normally Fareeha would be in charge...Sometimes she would take her authority too far, multiple times raising a hand to her significant other. Time and time again Angela would rationalize with what had and was still happening to her. This was different, her work area was the one place she felt safe and now Fareeha had destroyed that too.

"Please, all I ask of you is to just let me work here, with my patients in peace." Angela's request was small, as most of the things she asked. Didn't matter how big or small her requests ever were. Her girlfriend always seemed to get angry.

"I saw and heard you talking to Tracer." She stated in a more than resentful tone.

"I-I didn't mean anything. She's too young and immature anyway. I only want to be with you." It felt so much like an uncharacteristic lie. Although something really did compel her to stay with Pharah, although the younger woman was constantly talking down to her she felt like maybe Fareeha would change. She was getting better everyday! There seemed to be more times in which Mercy wasn't getting hit and instead was making memories with her excellent soulmate.

"That's all you've got? She's immature? I see the way you look at other people." Mercy tilted her head to the side, feeling vulnerability that she hadn't felt in a long time. Before the statement even had enough time to sting she was grabbed by the shirt. "You're MINE. I love you and you love me. It took me months to build up the courage to ask you and you're willing to throw all that away?" She continued, her volume raising, eyes darkening and grip tightening.

Angela couldn't respond. The only move she found herself having was accepting that she screwed up and could only try harder to help her loved one get better. Only seconds later the hands that were holding her shoved her away. It took a minute for her to find two women walked out into the parking lot, Mercy holding onto Fareeha's arm like a child would its mother. Angela could tell that the woman's anger had still not faded as she slammed the car door. Glowing brightly the interface of their car started, reporting the weather and how traffic was at the moment. Whilst pulling out Pharah withdrew her right hand from the wheel and placed it onto her passenger's leg. Stroking it lightly she began "you know, I wouldn't have to get angry so often if you didn't provoke me." "My job is stressful and takes up a lot of time as it is and I don't need to be worrying about you fooling around with some whore." She continued.

Once again, was just a nod. The caressing on her knee didn't get any lighter either, if anything it continued up her leg. It wouldn't be the first time that the egyptian would have forced herself onto the blonde, luckily traffic was dense and Angela had taken her vehicle where the windows weren't tinted. Cars didn't really operate on the ground anymore but a few feet from. Most popular car companies were still around from Toyota to Hyundai. Ford's trucks had stopped providing as much utility as they used to and soon just died out. The duo lived on the outskirts of the city in a more peaceful setting, overlooking the crowded urban area, only about a ten minute drive. One thing thing that Mercy loved about living so far out was watching the scenery pass by, the two women both took one car to work since Pharah worked as a security guard in the same hospital. It wasn't too long after Overwatch disbanded that the two ended up meeting and falling for one another. It started mainly when the brunette helped her up after slipping on wet floor.

The relationship changed once they were together, it wasn't just playful teasing, it was more of the blonde being controlled and manipulated. Pulling in and killing the interface Fareeha leaned in for chaste kiss accepted by her ever loving other. Mercy loved walking in the door, just the relaxing sound of keys jingling and bolts moving aside, the warmth of her home. Only recently had the two women erected a pine tree to represent the holidays she loved the time they had spent decorating it, adorned with little trinkets that they had collected across time. Stomach rumbling she thought about food. and if there was one thing Angela loved about her relationship, it was cooking. Pulling some ingredients from the cupboard a pair of robust arms wrapped themselves around her waist hoisting her into the air with a giggle.

"Fareeha! Put me down!" She loved and hated being tickled.

"Never!" Came the playful response. Before her torture of tickles could be resumed the phone began ringing.

"No, No, Fareeha! Please! I have to get the phone!" Her shouting fell on almost deaf ears.

"Okay, but make it quick 'cause I want food." The egyptian's tone flat and board.

Rolling her eyes she picked up the phone. Greeting with a standard hello her facial expression soon changed from one of joy to confusion. Mercy was used to taking assignments from anyone and everyone but from talon? This was a completely different story, either way if someone needed help then they needed help and that's the vow she took. The operator told her that Amélie Lacroix was the person due for a checkup. This should be a breeze even though this was the woman that strangled her own husband then joined the rivals of Overwatch. Hanging up the phone she found herself looking into the eyes of a very suspicious Pharah. Turning away, she feebly attempted to try to change the subject.

"Who was that?" Pharah asked.

"Um, no one in particular." She was lucky to keep from stammering.

"Don't try to lie to me. Seriously, don't even TRY." Her playful demeanor was cracking into one of anger.

"Talon wants me to do an evaluation on someone." She blurted.

"ARE YOU INSANE?! You HEARD what happened to Amélie! You even SAW her right after it happened! No. No. You're not going." To be quite honest seeing her girlfriend in such a flustered state and knowing that she was trying to be protective was kind of working for her.

Laughing she responded "Pharah I'll be fine! They know I-We don't work for Overwatch anymore, its just calling in for a checkup."

Before she could finish for the second time that day she was grabbed. "You're staying here. I'm not asking you to." Her voice was demanding and normally Angela would've submitted but it wasn't just her decency that was on the line. It was her life. Her income.

"Look, I could lose my job. I have to do this, I'm sure that Amélie is more stabilized now. I promise nothing will happen to me, I need to do this. Please?" She attempted to widen her eyes upon asking.

"Okay. Don't even try to pull this shit again on me Angela. You hear me? I'm serious. Never again." The hesitant response make her grin. It was strange for her girlfriend to ever actually go along with something that she offered. The last time she had seen Amélie was in her office many many years before. Her eyes looking like a sunset, bright yellow but...distant. For whatever reason they ended up hypnotising Mercy, making her stare into them for what felt like eternity. That was long before Pharah had started working in her building. Before she forgot about Amélie's sweet accent, her lips pursing to pronounce certain English words. Before she had gotten used to the seductive way that the egyptian would roll her tongue and blur her R's. Her eyes were so gone, they weren't there at any point that the winged woman was trying to communicate with her. They just stared. She almost missed them. Her glossy lips, slanted eyes, curvy body and lithe shape. Something about the woman people called "Widowmaker" was just so damn exciting and now she had to go see her.

She was anticipating it.

A/N: Sorry about the lack of update and crappy ending. I got one review! Yes! Again, gimme ideas and I'll try to incorporate them into the story. Also, I get off in about a week so I'll try to catch up on writing then, once again sorry for the wait, Not dead, Not yet.