Hana 10

It was Morrison'e least favorite time of the year; the second week of May, the five ugly days before Mothers Day. There had been no incident yet, Angela usually volunteered to take Hana to school during this week, Morrison had dealt with another scrutiny from the mothers at school for being a soldier.

He loved Hana more than anything, and regularly thanked God for giving him the blessing of a daughter. But sometimes it was hard for him to give Hana a safe, comfortable place to experience her childhood, she was growing so fast and developing her own personality quickly too. Sometimes Morrison felt like if he looked away for a second he'd miss it completely. He always figured Mothers Day wasn't a big deal to the kid because he made her happy enough, but as she was getting older she was questioning the things around her. She would be sure to notice the kids with their moms, and wonder where hers was.

It was too late to label Angela as her mother, not that Angela felt that way about Morrison anyways. Hana would be sure to question it too, she had long auburn hair, brown eyes and milky skin; Angela had beautiful blonde hair, blue eyes, the perfect slight tan to her skin. Morrison scolded himself for thinking of his comrade that way.

It was still early morning, probably not even 5am. Morrison never used to be up this early, but it had recently become a regular weekday occurance. Hana needed to be woken up by 6:oo, her lunch had to be made by 6:30, her hair had to be combed and braided by 7:00 and she needed to be out the door by 7:30. Morrison was free to go home and fall back asleep once the gremlin was taken care of, but he regularly found himself back at the Overwatch HQ instead. He was given leave until Hana was old enough to fend for herself, but he still helped plan missions, execute them and train newbies. Sometimes he even helped Angela in her clinic, organizing medicine, filling out papers, helping her.

His mind was drifting to Angela again, he couldn't help it.

The two had known each other for a long time, and had faced many hardships together. It didn't seem to matter what side Morrison was on, or what moral choices he made, Angela was always behind him supporting him, and helping him strive to be a better person. He discovered his feelings for her close to ten years prior, but never had the guts to confess to her. He always figured they were two people going in different directions, and didn't want to start a relationship in a warzone.

But then again he took home an orphaned child in a war zone.

He couldn't get Angela out of his head no matter how hard he tried. Her smile, her eyes, her silky hair, her smooth skin; they all danced around his mind. Her soft voice, her nurturing nature, how soft her hands felt.

Her hands.

Morrison reached his hand down his boxer shorts, he couldn't keep it in anymore. He gripped himself tightly and start stroking slowly, thinking of her hands, how soft they were, how cool they were. He thought of how his skin tingled whenever she touched him,

He stroked himself faster, biting his lip to stifle his groans. He craved Angela's lips, the thought of cupping hands around her face and kissing her drove him crazy. He arched his back and softly cried out as spurts of white liquid covered his stomach.

He breathed heavily and rolled over, looking at the picture of the two he kept on his bedside table. He always felt extremely guilty when this happened, and would often scold himself for thinking of his comrade this way. He had been fighting with himself for more than ten years to confess his feeling, but at this point Angela was becoming nothing but a fetish for him, a sexual escape. His mind was free when he thought of her, he didn't have the responsibilities of being a father, comrade, captain, or anything in the likes. In those moments he was Jack Morrison.

A small knock came at his bedroom door and Jack panicked.

"Daddy"? the small voice called out to him.

Jack got up and grabbed a damp towel off the floor, wiping himself clean before opening the door. In front of him stood the tiny girl, hair tied in two braids, a bunny one piece pajama set was on, and she was holding Commander Bunny to her chest. She yawned and walked into his room, climbed onto his bed and nested herself inside his blankets.

"Hana you have to get ready for school soon." Morrison told her.

"I'm not going today." The sleepy girl replied.

"Why"?

"I don't feel like it."

This was a bad habit he had to stop immediately. It was true that some days he let her stay home like this, but it was never during Mothers Day week. He sometimes feared he was encouraging her to be lazy, her hobbies included watching tv and eating ice cream. She liked to play video games, and excelled at anything digital, but her social skills were lacking. She wasn't developing as fast as the other kids, and Morrison often receieved phone calls and reports home about her not taking interest in the other children. It got to the point where he stopped sending her to school with her Gameboy, iPod, or anything digital.

He sighed and climbed into his bed with the girl, she scooted up and rested her head on his chest. He stroked her hair and kissed her head lightly.

"Is anything going on at school, Hana?"

She thought about it, but shook her head. "No, not really."

No one ever trained him in child interrogation. He knew they were the hardest ones to break, a child could lie like second nature. They don't even have to think about what they're doing, it just comes incredibly naturally to them.

He knew they weren't aware of their lies, it was a fault in their active minds. It was up to the parents to deactivate those minds and condition them to being proper adults. But he liked Hana's mind, it was a challenge for him to get in, but once he was in he felt like he learned more and more about the girl. He loved learning about her, it made him fall in love with her all over again.

Hana pulled at Commander Bunny's ears, a sign she was lying, she was fidgeting. Morrison pushed, "are you sure?" he poked her cheek, "you can tell daddy anything, I promise."

Hana let out the most dramatic sigh he had ever heard from her. She hung herself upside down off his bed, so her head was touching the carpet. "I just don't like school, dad. It's too easy." She started listing subjects off on her fingers, "math, science, computers, writing; it's too easy for me, I get bored."

"You wouldn't be bored if you had friends." Morrison grabbed her arm and pulled her back up normally.

She got off the bead and took her hair tyes out, "I do have friends."

He raised an eyebrow. "Who?"

"Uncle Gabriel." She smiled a big smile, she had her two canines missing.

She must have picked up on the way his eye twitched, because Hana took off down the hallway, making a sharp turn into her bedroom and shouting; "I'll get ready for school now!"

Morrison was making Hana's lunch when he heard the lock on the front door turn. He looked over and saw Angela walk in, swinging his apartment key around her laughed at Morrison's blatant look of annoyance, and knew already it had been a rough morning for him.

"Angela that key is for emergencies. If you know I'm home, knock on the damn door."

Angela completely ignored the mans scolding and walked behind him, she squeezed his arm and smiled at him. "What's wrong Jack?"

Jack sighed and moved away from the woman, still feeling guilty about his thoughts of her from earlier that morning. He continued making Hana's lunch and Angela took that as a sign to leave him alone for the time being. She made her way down the hallway to Hana's room, with a light knock on the door she pushed it open to see the young girl in her pajamas hanging off the end of her bed.

"Hana dear.." Angela started

Hana didn't give the woman a chance to continue the lecture she was going to start, she flipped off her bed and landed on her butt, "I know!" she practically screamed at her.

Angela walked over to the girl and grabbed her by the arm, she practically picked her up and placed her on her bed.

"Hana, my dear; you're far too young to be going through puberty. So tell me what's going on this instant." Angela put her hand on Hana's head, but hana quickly pushed it back.

"Nothing, get out." Hana pushed Angela towards the door and slammed it on her.

Angela walked down the hall into the kitchen again, her eyes met with jacks and she greeted him with a shrug.

"This is the moodiest I've ever seen her." She spoke quietly, almost sounding upset with herself.

Jack smiled and reassured Angela that Hana was okay. He explained the way Hana begged him not to go to school, her lack of friendship with her peers and her excellence in her normal subjects. Angela was astounded at Hana's intelligence, and suggested she join the program for gifted children that Overwatch sponsored.

Jack was dead set against Hana having anything to do with Overwatch. Painfully recalling the night he met the small girl, he made it clear to Angela that while Hana was under his care she would have nothing to do with Overwatch or its agents.

Angela scolded him for being stubborn, but understood why. She often thought about the pain jack must face on an everyday basis, thinking and being reminded of Hana's situation. The situation he caused. She agreed with his decision, reminding herself that Hana wasn't her child and therefore she had no authority over her life.

Ten minutes later than usual, Hana slumped out of her room. There was no time to do her hair so it stayed tangled and unbrushed. Jack scolded her for being so lazy and not listening to him or Angela, Hana stuck her tongue out in response to his attemped scolding. Reminding him that she does what she wants. It took everything Jack had in him to not hit the little girl, back in his day his parents wouldn't hesitate to whack his butt or take away his dinner.

But he didn't have the heart to do that to Hana. She was too cute to punish, and the intense amount of guilt constantly burning inside of him made him almost afraid to take his hand to her.

No child should be hit with the hand that was once covered in their parents blood.