Chapter 14

Mother's intuition

Suddenly they didn't have to do much of anything anymore.

In fact, Angela could concentrate on boosting Bastion for once, instead of healing the occasional wounded agent from the moments where Reinhardt's energy shield recharged.

She looked on with awe at the ensuing chaos. Talon agents fell like flies through the combined efforts of Overwatch manpower and a certain duo of backstabbing criminals. She whispered below her breath.

"This is madness…"

The whole opposing force was in disarray, to say the least. Talon agents were fleeing where they could, others staying to fight a hopeless battle. One of their enemies even ran towards Reinhardts shield, throwing his weapon away and his hands into the air. He was quickly dragged behind their lines to safety while his comrades were blown to shreds.

"Well, zhis has certainly gotten a lot easier for us."

Reinhardt apparently shared her sentiment, albeit showing his distaste with a grim look instead of Angela's sick fascination. They stared on for a few moments. Angela faintly noticed a voice to her side, completely oblivious of its arrival in the face of carnage.

"Oi, Bastion! Please stop shooting, would ya?"

Since the omnic was propped up on a crate, Lena actually had to look up to him. It was clearly confused, wagging his repair extension arm at Lena.

"Bweep bweep bweep?"

"They're my fr… uuuh, acquaintances! I made 'em switch sides! Sooo, no reason to shoot 'em, right?"

It considered this for a moment.

"Dwoot."

Bastion, apparently satisfied with this explanation, reverted back into his assault mode and let himself fall back, 'sitting' and maybe even 'resting' on the crate. Lena was relieved at that. She had barely arrived and already solved the whole problem! Now she would only need to find Amélie.

As Lena's thoughts drifted away, she didn't notice the hand approach that pinched her cheek painfully and dragged her back into reality.

"Kleines Fräulein, what's up with your new 'acquaintances' and why exactly didn't you answer any of my calls?!"

"Owowow!"

Angela had stormed over to the time traveler with seething anger, pulling that bubbly cheek to its limit. Lena knew, not even the status as the doctor's favorite would save her now. Her current predicament made her speech barely audible and she squeezed the eye on the side of the pinch shut, whining pathetically.

"Mooom, I'm shorrey! I… I didn' wanna get tracked!"

"Don't you dare lie to me, miss Oxton! You know fully well that Winston makes sure our channels are as secure as can be!"

Crap.

Tracer bit her lower lip and looked away.

"I.. shorrey… I jus'… jus' wan'ed…"

Lena was only whining more, trying to keep her voice down. The agents around them were looking, making this super embarrassing. Angela slowly seemed to notice this too, as she relented with the cheek, letting the small Brit figuratively off the hook for now. Then she looked around. The doctor's narrowed gaze made most of the onlookers quickly divert their attention, as no agent would risk drawing the ire of miss Ziegler.

Only Bastion was oblivious to this, as he was tracking a fly that buzzed around between them.

"…I just… wanted… for her to be left alone. It's… it's not fair! Amélie has gone through so much…"

"I know, Kleines. But she's in danger and we care for her, too. To think you can protect her alone against all of Talon was negligent at best!"

Angela let out a heavy sigh while Tracer was busy rubbing her reddened cheek.

"So what's going on with these two? You should arrest criminals, not befriend them!"

"They're actually not so bad if you get to know 'em?"

A raised eyebrow told Lena that this wasn't going to fly. It just took a look to the side. Roadhog hooked another screaming victim into range of his scrap cannon, snorting and laughing out loud.

"Yeah, you're probably right… You know… They helped me get through a tough time when nobody else could understand me… and they helped me bring Amélie back. They even helped us now!"

Another deep sigh. Angela could barely believe her ears and chose to switch the topic.

"Speaking of Amélie, where is she now? I didn't see her arrive with you."

"We… we had a bit of a scuffle. I think… Genji is with her now."

"What did you argue about?"

"She didn't like how… I killed the agents that came after us. And I kinda lied to her about it. I wish she had slapped me, but she didn't. She just… left."

The Brit looked worse by the second, having to remember all that happened. Her eyes were downcast and sullen and her posture had a beaten look to it. Her body shivered a bit. One of her eyes twitched.

"I just… wanna be sane one more time. That's no crime, right?"

As Angela counted the red flags, she quickly got a hold of Lena's hands. Everything about the girl screamed instability. The doctor's tone of voice changed away from disappointment and anger.

"I'm sure it's nothing major Lena. Couples tend to get into an argument every once in a while, don't they? It's normal."

Lena looked up into a reassuring smile and couldn't help but return it. Her brown eyes lit up. It was good to not be left alone with her hope, but actually hear somebody say it out loud.

"Yeah, I guess so. I'm… I'm gonna apologize when I see her."

"You do that, I'm sure Amélie will understand. Genji will bring her here safely in no time. Maybe she is already in the base?"

"She is?"

Being told that, Tracer's eyes went wide and she didn't waste any time. She quickly threw herself into a big hug, then rushed off with a blink. She left the Doctor to stare after her quickly vanishing , blue trail in surprise.

"Lena, wait!"

She was cut short as the Brit actually blinked back towards them, orientating herself for a moment, then addressing the first guy that looked like a leader among their own troops.

"Before I forget! When the chap with the smoking hairline comes around, he'll want a can of red paint! Be a darling and get one for him, yeah?"

Tracer winked, made a mock salute and blinked off again.

Angela was left dumbfounded, at least as much as the recruit that just now received the order to find a can of red paint in a military base.

Reinhardt had walked up to her in his enormous crusader armor, as the fight in front of the headquarters was now well and over. At a quick glance she saw Roadhog sitting on the ground all tuckered out while Junkrat scavenged the battlefield for parts.

"Sie ist ein ziemlicher Wirbelwind, eh Angie?"

"Ich hoffe bloß sie tut nichts Dummes. We should go help the others. Bastion, please take care of the entrance."

A therapy plan already established inside her mind for Lena. She just couldn't shake the habit. They were ready to go, but Bastion hadn't answered yet.

Irritated, Angela turned around to see if there was anything wrong.

A fly was resting on his visual sensor and the omnic seemed unwilling to disturb it in any way. His repair arm was wagging impatiently, motioning for them to move on.

"Oookay. Let's go Rein-… Reinhardt?"

She didn't find her large friend at first because the crusader had already rushed ahead, stomping down a corridor.

"Of course. Silly me. We're professionals, right?"

Mercy asked the question mainly to reassure herself, flew after Reinhardt and bemoaned her fate.

Female chuckling could be heard, slowly fading out.

"…threw it at me out of nowhere! After I, of course, expertly evaded he said…"

Genji straightened himself, giving his best impression of a grumpy Japanese man.

"You bring shame upon our family!"

The French girl couldn't stop herself from giggling on. She held her stomach, as it ached somewhat from all the laughter.

"But… you were just eating noodles!"

"That's what I told Hanzo! But nooo, big bro couldn't even leave me alone while grabbing a snack at Rikimaru's. It wasn't 'chic' enough or something."

Amélie wiped a tear from the side of her left eye. She tried to calm herself and only occasionally fell back into stupid giggles.

"Mon dieu… You really have to introduce me to this 'Ramen' of yours. You make it sound so delicious."

"Oh it is, miss Lacroix. It's not the same as it used to be though, with me being a cyborg and all."

The ninja let out a heavy sigh in reminiscence of his favorite food as they approached a hidden back entrance of the Overwatch headquarters.

"Is this it? You can call me Amélie by the way."

She could practically hear him smirk behind his mask.

"Heh. I will. It is. This entrance isn't even on the blueprints. It leads to a storage room in the medical ward. Only common thieves would rummage through there."

"What about common thieves with infrared?"

"Good point! Answer: Lots of refrigerators around the room."

He was giving her too much credit. She had worked with that technology for years.

"You really thought about everything, did you?"

"Of course, everything for your safety miss Lacroix!"

"Don't flatter me, metal boy. I'm taken!"

They both snickered somewhat and she bopped him on the shoulder, careful to not hurt herself on his chassis. Still there were gunshots coming from the other side of the complex. Apparently the siege was still going on, which made the French girl a bit nervous, but with Genji at her side she firmly believed in her safety.

While they approached the metal backdoor, she looked around one more time in the hopes of seeing Lena arriving out of nowhere as she usually did, but there was no such luck. Instead, a small shockwave made her yelp in surprise. She quickly hurried behind Genji.

A figure encased in deep blue armor had landed before them, fist to the ground. She stood up with routine motions and advanced towards the cyborg.

"What are you doing here?!"

"Hello to you, too, miss Amari. I am on a mission from the commander."

"With her? Bringing her to the enemy is his plan?"

Amélie was peaking over Genji's shoulder at the new arrival. It was the daughter of somebody she knew well and didn't look forward to meeting again. She expected for Fareeha Amari to be somewhat predispositioned against her because of those family ties. It would be best to shut up and act meekly. The latter part actually came natural.

"Not exactly, but this still is the safest location in London. What are you doing here?"

"We received two distress signals and chose to come here first. The whole base is under attack! I seriously question your judgment Genji. It would have been best to hide anywhere but here!"

With the press of a cyborg hand to the appropriate sensor, a hatch representing the back door opened into a darkened room. Genji was chuckling light heartedly at the accusation.

"And stand alone against a whole task force of Talon? I'd rather not, miss Amari. I will take my chances with the base and trust…"

His words were not so much interrupted, Genji simply didn't continue his sentence. Instead his green visor slowly flickered out and he fell back, away from the door, hitting the ground.

Amélie and Fareeha couldn't comprehend at first what was going on. The French girl's eyes went wide with fear.

They're here!

Reflexes kicked in. Scared for her life, Amélie dove inside the barely lit storage room. Silent projectiles rushed by her body, barely noticeable, missing her by an inch at a time.

Amélie scrambled to the side of the door and hit a panel aimlessly. Thankfully it worked and the hatch closed.

She pressed herself against the wall next to the hatch, eyes still wide. She tried to think, but fear took hold of every cell in her body. Fear for herself, fear for Genji, fear to never see Lena again. Instead of thinking, she could only listen to what happened outside. Pharah was still out there after all. She even heard her, accompanied by an old, familiar voice.

"MOTHER!"

A heavy sigh.

"I can't believe that I missed."

"Was that really necessary?!"

"Of course. It would not do to have that Japanese boy deflecting my shots."

"He is just sleeping, right?!"

"Of course of course. Calm down Fareeha and get out of my way."

"Are you serious? I won't just let you go in there and kill her, mother! We are supposed to protect!"

There was a small pause. Amélie couldn't move. She thought back to the day where she killed most of Ana Amari's team before finally taking her left eye. Singh, Bayless, Al-Farouk.

"You don't know this murderer as I do, aibna. As soon as she will get another chance, she will be back to killing our agents. Even now, our people are dying because of her! The only way to keep us all safe is to get rid of her."

The sounds of Ana's footsteps approaching made Amélie's heartrate skyrocket.

"But what if she changed, mother? She didn't seem like a murderer, more like a frightened child!"

"Oh she did so years ago, too. Then she killed Gerard. I won't let that happen again. Go help your comrades to avoid casualties that really matter. Take Genji with you. Go help your doctor."

"I can't just…"

"You can. Get out of my way, Fareeha. I need to do this."

Another pause. Then the sounds of shuffling. At last, the roaring sound of a jetpack announced that the last person between her and this avatar of vengeance had departed.

She was left to die.

Amélie froze against the wall. She was hyperventilating and couldn't move. The hatch to her side slowly opened and a figure entered the room.

"And here I thought I was losing time."

One eye found and observed her curiously, even though it was filled with hate and spite. She felt like a deer in headlights, sweat running down her face and dread filling her stomach.

"You really should've run, my dear."

Her first punch had actually managed to bloody the Mexican girls nose, but mostly served to reinvigorate her fighting spirit.

The next one was blocked and caught by a hand, holding her in place.

"Why I'm in your bed, huh? I already told you, I'm here for you, chica."

Hana grit her teeth. She absolutely couldn't stand the smug grin that was still plastered across that annoying girl's facial features. How Hana had been thinking of them as would be lovers mere moments ago was beyond her now.

"And what about what I want, you fucking weirdo?! Ever thought of that?! Die already!"

She tried to wrest her arm free, but couldn't. So she grabbed a pillow instead and shoved it in that stupidly grinning face. Sombra buried her hand in Hana's improvised weapon after a few moments of flailing, pulling it off and forcing that side of hands into a stalemate, too. At least that grin had vanished.

"What about it? You should understand. Life is a game. This is a game. We're playing!"

"The fuck are you-"

Never was her physical inferiority more pronounced as Sombra turned the whole situation around in a heartbeat, forcing herself on top and switching her hold of Hana's hands to the wrists to pin her down. She stared down at the Korean in sudden seriousness.

"Don't play dumb! You know what I mean! I've seen all your battles! You had fun tearing apart all those inferior idiots who dared to go up against you, didn't you?! What do you want to do with me? Throw me out? Kill me like them? All you have to do is what you always do, pequeña. To the victor go the spoils."

The last part was whispered venomously, way too close. Easily, Sombra pulled Hana's wrists so she could simply hold her down with one hand. The other was undoing the upper part of her Zero Suit. Sombra had studied it long enough to figure out how to remove Hana's tight clothing.

"Y-You… You fucking pervert! Let me go already!"

Hana was actually quite startled by the sudden berating from her opponent. There was no use in denying that those words rang true, that she could relate to this way of thinking. Hana treated her battles as games more often than not. If only she could turn this one around…

She was trying to come free, but with the body on top of her and that tight grip on her wrists, there wasn't much she could do. Her struggling at least delayed whatever it was Sombra tried to do.

"Already giving up? You'll be losing this way, pequeña."

"S-Stop calling me that! I'm NOT small!"

Her voice was getting a bit too high there. That remark apparently hit too close to home and exposed one of the few actual insecurities of the Korean. Sombra cracked a big smile at the shriek, softening in tone and gaze as she opened the suit far enough for one of those brown-skinned, nimble hands to enter. She enveloped and gently caressed one of Hana's A-Cup sized mounds, exploring her prize.

"Oh, don't get me wrong. I love smaller girls."

The Mexican had gotten close again, giving her a sinister smile. Her victim was trying to downplay the sensations, gasping for air. Nobody had ever touched her like that.

"Stop that! I-I'll kill you once I get-"

Hana had to suppressing a moan as Sombra twirled the nub of her breast. It at least served to shut her up.

"You're so cute when you get angry, pequeña. But you like it, don't you?"

"You wish! A-And I told you I'm not-"

This time she was silenced by a quite bemused pair of lips, directly pressing onto hers. The kiss quickly sent shivers down Hana's spine. She wanted to revolt against it, but part of her mind suppressed those urges. Curiously, she felt like the intimate kiss was something she had longed for. It put her at ease, like a drug addict that got her fill after going for too long without.

Sombra was once again claiming Hana with her tongue, parting those quivering lips, never ceasing to keep fondling the small mound she loved so much. Hana was flooded with the sensations she had been trying to get under control and couldn't resist anymore. She arched her back ever so slightly and full on moaned into the kiss. Her mind couldn't stop herself from returning it anymore, way too aroused to deny the satisfaction it gave.

Her skin was tingling as another hand slipped inside her suit, making its way down along her stomach. Feelings of excitement and anticipation made her body shiver.

I lost. She's claiming me. Oh god, somebody help…

But no help would arrive.

The hand softly slid below her panties, trailing along her lower lips with those petite fingers. Sombra caressed her victim there and even though her new lover went very gentle on her, Hana struggled to keep herself contained. Her brown eyes were barely open, meekly looking up into those of the Mexican girl. Her arms embraced the form of her new…

Wait...

My arms? …I can move! I'm NOT DONE! FUCK, who does she think she is?!

All the shame of defeat kindled something raging inside her, urging her to cease the opportunity. Hana's eyes were burning with a thirst for revenge after all the humiliation she had suffered. Sombra was more than surprised and way too slow to react with both hands too busy to counter. The Korean gripped this insolent girl at the shoulders and used the weight of both their bodies to swing around and straight up throw her off the bed, onto the cold, hard floor of her room.

Something snapped audibly as Sombra hit the ground and cried out in pain. Hana couldn't care less. She was on top of that cocky brat in a mere second, the body suit hanging down from her shoulders, exposing those petite breasts of hers, tipped off with hardened buds. Her legs were both pressing down on the arms of the Mexican girl to restrict her movement.

Hana's hands both gripped the throat of her would be lover and pressed down.

"Is THIS what you wanted, huh?!"

Sombra gasped for air, eyes wide. She reckoned one of her ribs was broken. She had fucked up. Big time. Her voice was little more than a croak.

"N-No…!"

"Of course not, you wanted to win. HAH! Dream on! Who do you think you are?! DVa doesn't lose!"

Hana laughed hysterically.

"I won! Say it! SAY IT!"

She pressed down harder, as if she wanted to make just that impossible.

"Y-Y… yu… w-wo…n…"

Sombra was struggling to keep her consciousness. She would black out any second now, but Hana finally relented after she got what she wanted, giving the shivering mess below her a chance to breathe. Sombra could only see in bright colors for a few seconds there, completely dumbfounded at how quickly the stakes had turned.

This was it. She would either die or rot away in a cell for the rest of her life. She had gambled and lost.

"Now…"

Sombra was still struggling to fill her lungs with air. She blinked her eyes and could barely see Hana. Those legs were no longer burdening her shoulders though.

"…to the victor go the spoils, was it?"

She could feel warm breath up close, hear whispered, seething words to taunt her, just before a pair of lush lips hungrily pressed themselves against her own.

Aibna ~ Daughter
Pequeña ~ Little one
Kleines Fräulein ~ Little Miss
Sie ist ein ziemlicher Wirbelwind ~ She's quite the lively one
Ich hoffe bloß sie tut nichts Dummes. ~ I just hope she doesn't do anything stupid

This update has taken too long. I'm truly sorry and hope you enjoyed it, dearest reader!
I'm dying to find out what you think about the different scenes!