"I got kind of an odd question, Boss," Jesse said as he helped the Commander carry a few items to their ship. "If you ever had a few kids, would they be born with your, uh, powers?" Gabriel wanted to answer with no, that was a dumb question, but he couldn't bring himself to. Truthfully, he wasn't sure, because it sounded so stupid yet so plausible. "That's a good question," he laughed nervously. "Nothing Moira can't answer."

He liked speaking her name.

"Think you should ask her that. Seems like she hates you the least. I can already hear the earful I'd get just by wondering about that in front of her."

Gabe was able to picture exactly how that conversation would play out. Moira would offer a set of raised eyebrows and something along the lines of why exactly do you care, Cowboy? Jesse would shrug, and she'd roll her pretty eyes and ignore him for the next hour or so.

"Speak of the devil," said McCree, and the Commander snapped out of his thoughts to see the Doctor on her silver tablet as he entered the aircraft. She hadn't glanced up as they passed, and as he stepped closer, he noticed the headphones in her ears and the small flower pinning her hair out of her face.

Gabriel has never seen her with a barrette in her hair.

It was adorable.

"You checking her out or something?" Jesse called over his shoulder. That got Moira to look up. That got everyone to look up. His face was so hot that his skin might as well have been melting off the bone, and holding the redhead's gaze as she gave him a perplexed look was so incredibly fucking difficult he could very well have vomited right then and there.

"What's going on?" she asked, removing a bud from her ear. He shook his head and stomped over to where the Cowboy stood grinning, seemingly oblivious to the angry manner his boss approached in. "The fuck were you doing?" Gabe snapped. McCree's smile faltered. "You're back there staring at her!" He jerked a thumb over his shoulder before tucking his hand under the cardboard box he carried.

"Listen, I was just spacing out. You didn't have to shout that!"

"Then I apologize. Was the first thing that came to mind."

"Of all things, Jesse!"

Gabriel placed his container atop the pile of many others at the back of the ship and voiced, "Now I got to explain myself. Great."

He had to shove his way through a horde of bodies to reach where his doctor was seated.

He wasn't "checking her out," right? Admiring the small addition to her appearance wasn't "suggestive" in any way; that was true, wasn't it?

Course it was true, he assured himself. It wasn't as if he were staring any place...inappropriate. The miniature flower in her bangs was adorable, that was all. That tiny flower was ado-He was spacing out.

Right, he was spacing out.

Right.

"Hey," Gabe said as he approached her. Moira raised her head once more. "Hello, Gabe."

"Hi, uh, I want to explain what happened there."

"It isn't necessary, don't fret. I've worked with Jesse long enough to know he doesn't always act his age."

"Okay, great," he exhaled. "Yeah, he pisses me off sometimes."

"So I see."

As her focus returned to her screen, he decided to place himself in the seat adjacent to hers. There was room for a five-minute break in his busy schedule, right?

"So, what's all that?" Gabriel asked.

"Your current status. I'm checking it over to be certain that there aren't any mistakes."

"Sounds interesting."

"Is that sarcasm?"

"Yep," he chuckled. Moira rolled her eyes, a slight grin present on her face. "Believe it or not, Gabriel, some of us enjoy our work."

"I know, I'm just busting you."

They didn't speak for a small amount of time. He watched as people began flooding out of the aircraft as the pilots prepared to take off before becoming disinterested and studying the small flower attached to Moira's temple. The center was a magenta that faded into baby-pink-tipped petals, a color that matched the stripes on her shirt. Of course it had to match.

"Giddy up, we got to get going!" McCree's voice rang over the drum of the engine. A thought suddenly popped into Gabe's mind at the sound of his colleague's accent.

"I've got a question," he told Moira.

"Yes, Gabe?" she responded, her eyes focused on the words she typed out.

"Alright, if I had kids, would they be able to do what I could do? I mean, enhancement-wise?" The Doctor looked up from her text and offered him a concerned stare, throwing him off guard. "No, your abilities aren't able to be passed down. Would you want that? I apologize, I wasn't aware you were planning on having children."

"Oh, no," he laughed as he shook his head, "I'm not planning on it. I was just curious."

"Well, alright, then."

"Yeah," Gabriel said, "I think I'm getting too old for kids, anyways."

"Biologically, that's impossible. If you're able to keep an erection, you aren't 'too old' to bear children."

He laughed at her statement. "You talk about getting hard like it's something you can casually throw into any conversation."

"I'm a geneticist, Gabe. Reproduction is a large aspect of my field of work. It doesn't faze me."

"It's kind of funny how blunt you are about it, though."

"I'm glad you find the functions of the male anatomy so amusing, then."

The doors to the dropship sealed shut, and Genji and Jesse found their way to the seats beside Moira and their commander.

Onward to Monaco they went.