B/N - Wow, what an interesting time it has been this week. That new Bastion short was really something, I definitely know it's my favourite. Anyway here is the next installment.

You know what to do.

Chapter 5

The next couple of weeks dragged by painfully slowly for Amélie but she knew how to be patient. Ever since she had returned to Gérard she was forced to be babysat at all times. Gérard was being overly protective and anxious that Talon would return to kidnap her once more, little did he know that he should be more worried about himself. Alas wherever she went she was accompanied by an Overwatch agent. Amélie got to know some of them quite well, along with meeting agents that she had never known about. Gérard placed Tracer on this duty many times, probably to get the young woman out of his hair. Amélie learned a lot about the twenty one year old aspiring pilot mainly because she could never keep quiet. When she wasn't babbling on about the new Slipstream project that was behind schedule she was asking her silly questions like "why did she think the sky was blue?" or "How did they really discover cheese?" Amélie didn't really mind Lena's company however, at least she found her interesting.

She got to see Captain Ana Amari who had just stopped in on her way to a training exercise, her daughter Fareeha in tow looking just as stern as her mother. Obviously the Egyptian Army was training her well but of course she did have big shoes to fill. Ana was firm with every interaction she had including Gérard.

"I suppose that is to be expected when you helped form an organisation like Overwatch." Amélie silenced her mind as she saw that Ana was looking directly at her. By reflex, she smiled at the still serious looking woman as a hope that she would take the interaction as it was and would avoid her. Unfortunately it was not meant to be as Captain Amari started to walk smoothly towards her. Taking a deep breath as Ana got within range she figured she should say hello.

"Hello Captain Amari, it's a pleasure to see you. It has been far too long." She extended a hand in a hope to seem genuine.

Her hand was met with the firm grasp of Ana's as the Captain gave a tight-lipped smile back.

"Amélie, good to see you are back in safe hands. You had given us quite a fright dear." Ana's gaze never left hers.

"I should have been more cautious with everything that has been happening lately." The excuse was meek but Ana said nothing. She continued on.

"Are you and Fareeha here to stay?" Amélie already knew the answer but she was making small talk nonetheless.

"No. We are just passing through for now. We are going to travel with Lena and Angela on a brief exercise before heading back home." Amélie turned her attention to Fareeha who was chatting to Doctor Ziegler about what has been happening with the Army.

"That is such a shame that you can't stay longer. I hear Fareeha has been doing very well though. Rising two ranks in just over a year is very impressive. You must be proud, yes?" For once the Captain's eyes drifted from her own.

"She knows that this is not the life I wanted for her. While she is with me she will do nothing more than observe."

Before Amélie had a chance to reply Ana had walked away.

The rest of the day had passed smoothly with Amélie and Gérard bidding farewell to the Captain and her small team.

"You take care of your wife Gérard." It was the final words Ana would speak to Gérard as she got onto the plane. It was more of an order than a suggestion. Lena was checking the last few items of incoming cargo before she too started to descend the stairway of the large plane.

"Hey Amélie, if you ever want to come visit just give me a buzz yeah? I can show you our base in Gibraltar. It's massive!" The woman threw her arms out wide to indicate how big.

Amélie gave a small nod and waved her goodbye.

"Merci Lena."

The stairway ascended and the door automatically snapped shut with a loud bang. The couple took a few steps back as the engines roared to life. Lena saluted out the windows of the cockpit as they started their taxi down the concrete driveway that was turned into a makeshift runway. The plane accelerated to max speed and gained lift off quickly. Amélie was watching the plane disappear into the pink horizon when Gérard got her attention. He softly trailed his fingers up her arms and pulled her into a side hug as they walked back towards the base.

"Shall we call it a day?" He murmured into her ear.

"Oui, I think so." She gave the back of his hand a quick kiss.

Amélie didn't have to wait for too long as Gérard gave his team the run down on what more needed to be done on the Slipstream. He bid them all farewell and Amélie gave a wave to the crew. Little did they know that it would be the last time they would see Gérard alive.

The pair had just arrived home as the deep purple hue of a setting sun radiated through the sky. The house was warm and inviting compared to the cool breeze that was starting to pick up outside. Dark clouds were starting to grow and spread through the darkening sky.

"Looks like we may get some rain." Gérard mused as he bustled around the kitchen, grabbing various vegetables and the chopping board.

Amélie grabbed at the multipurpose remote and turned on the television from where she was standing next to Gérard. Loud gunshots and screaming split the silence as footage was being shown from the news. Overwatch agents and Talon operatives had clashed again in the outskirts of Dorado. The footage showed bloodied civilians and Overwatch retreating carrying injured agents while bodies rest unmoving in the street, ultimately Talon had won the battle. The news reported that one of their senior agents, Gabriel Reyes, had gone missing.

Gérard let out a frustrated sigh and Amélie changed the channel. She turned to face him and tenderly placed her hand to caress his face. His brow was furrowed, his eyes tired and his smile gone. He was defeated.

"We can't keep letting them get away with it. We can't let Talon continue, mon amour." He pulled her close to him and she kissed his lips.

"You're tired ma chérie. Go take a rest while I finish the rest of dinner." She ran a hand through his hair and let it rest behind his neck.

"You're right, I should get some rest. I've been working so hard on this new Slipstream project and now it's almost done. It is going to change the way we deal with groups such as Talon forever." He kissed the top of her head and left to go up to the bedroom.

Amélie picked up the straight edge knife and watched the light glint off its surface. "It is almost time."

She continued to cut the carrots that were on the chopping board and putting the sliced pieces into a saucepan that had oil and garlic sizzling away.

She moved on to potatoes, zucchini and brown onion. She was careful and took her time with each item. She moved on to cutting rashers of bacon and adding that to the mix and chicken stock. Amélie looked at the clock and saw that it had been almost forty five minutes since Gérard had left her to go rest. She turned off the heat to the saucepan.

She picked up the knife and slowly made her way up the stairs and turned to face the bedroom door. It was slightly ajar and she made deliberately cautious steps towards it. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness as Gérard's unmoving figure made itself clear. Amélie moved through the doorway making sure not to disturb anything that was on the bedroom floor as she made her way to stand beside Gérard. His chest was rising and falling slowly as the air escaped his slightly open mouth. His expression was peaceful, there was no frown and no hint of worry across his face. She lowered one knee on his right side and brought her other knee down next to his left side so she was straddling his chest. Gérard started to stir and he brought his hands up to lightly touch her ankles. Amélie had been patient for long enough. With one swift movement she plunged the knife down across his throat and pulled swiftly. The reaction was instantaneous as Gérard's eyes flew open in shock. Blood spurted furiously out of the open wound in his throat and down onto the sheets and pillow below his head. His hands gripped tighter around her ankles as he tried to throw her off but Amélie was too fast. She had placed her hands on either side of his head and threw all of her weight down. Gérard's head was forced down and back which exposed the cut to his throat to the air. He gasped and gurgled as the swiftly blood swiftly rushed from throat, his eyes never leaving Amélie's. His breathing was starting to slow and his grip relaxed on her ankles. His face had lost all its colour except for the droplets of blood that had landed on him. Minutes passed and there was no more struggle and there was no more gasping. It was suddenly quiet. His eyes were open but Gérard was no longer there. Blood was still leaking from the gash across his neck but there was no pressure behind the flow. A final rasp of air escaped his blue tinged lips and Amélie knew that she was done. She removed her hands from his head and lent back on her knees. His still warm blood was sticky on her hands. She picked up the knife that she had flung behind her and un-straddled herself from his corpse. Amélie caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection from the window. She was blood spattered from the knees up. Blood was on her face, in her hair and soaked through her shirt. "You know what you have to do now."

She kicked out the window and threw herself out of it. She rolled not as elegantly as she had liked onto the small lawn and took off running into the street.

For the first time in her life she had never felt more alive.

A/N - And there it is. That is the unfortunate end of Gérard.

I think I have a few chapters up my sleeve which will take us into eventual Widowtracer territory. I'm in two minds about it though as I'm not used to making long stories but I think it's something I want to do.

Please feel free to leave a review and as always we will see what happens in the next one. It can be a surprise for both of us :)