"J...Jack?"

Mercy felt the air get caught in her throat as she looked over the man's scarred face. His eyes were bright in contrast to his grizzled and aging face, the same look she was used to getting all those years ago. She let go of Ana to quickly force herself against him in a tight squeeze of a hug, her fingers digging into his body as she felt hot streaks starting to run down her face. Thankfully she hadn't put on any makeup, as it was embarrassing enough to cry in front of these two.

"I... thought you were dead..." She would whisper softly as she pulled her head away to look at Jack once more, a soft smile coming to his face.

"Well, most of me was. All I had to keep me going was a self driven need for vengeance. Unfortunately that's what brought this new Overwatch together. For that I apologize Angela, I shouldn't have drug you into my personal war against something that might not have even been real. I had been wanting to tell you about who I really was for a long time now, but a part of me knew that Jack Morrison needed to stay dead for the time being." He hugged Mercy tightly before his smile grew into one that Mercy had only seen on a few occasions, her heart fluttering a bit at the thought that he was about to tell her more of what she had been dying to hear.

"Thankfully a certain person came along and talked some sense into me..." His smile went from Mercy to Ana, his gaze a bit longer at the older woman.

Mercy felt her stomach knot up as she noticed this. She remembered now where she had seen that look before. Back when Overwatch was going strong, the shared look of love between the two prodigal heroes. She felt sick as she watched it linger, her fingers letting go of the man. It would be a lie to say she hadn't grown accustomed to being 76's main focus of attention and a part of her had been dreaming of the day that he would reveal himself to her and confess his feelings. Childish as it was, this big reveal had been ruined thanks to Ana coming back, Mercy glaring at the older woman with a slightly bubbling hatred.

She was pulled out of this glare by Jack as he pulled away from her to get back to business.

"Now then, Angela, I believe you and your group did as well as you could given the unforeseen circumstances. But until we know a little more about this Anubis business, I want you and your team resting here at home. Last thing we want is someone else poking around and coming after you all." He stood and gave a soft smile to her, the dreamed of look tarnished by Mercy's stomach twisting in that angry knot.

"If that is all, then you are dismissed. Ana and I have some things to discuss." His tone seemed like that of a younger man, Mercy doing her best to simply nod in response. She took a slow breath, trying to play herself off as calm and collected as she turned to leave, having to pass Ana on the way out.

"So nice to see you again Angela, please stop by my room sometime so we can catch up! I'm sure you have plenty of stories that Fareeha and I would love to hear!" Ana smiled genuinely, though Mercy met it with a half assed attempt, merely pushing past the woman to escape the sickening room.

Pushing her way out, Mercy made it to the next hallway before slipping into a room and breaking down. She felt the hot streaks of tears run down her face as she did her best to quietly sob, gritting her teeth and punching at the walls as the anger of the situation took over.

How could this happen? Out of everyone that 76 had to be and of everyone for him to bring back, WHY was it this way? Her breathing became heavy as her fingers scratched against the metal walls of the room. The images of them together was like gasoline on the growing fire in her stomach, the woman about to scream before she felt someone staring at the back of her head.

"Now what?" She thought to herself before she stood quickly and ran a hand along her eyes to clear the leftover tears. Her tone became a fake one of well being, doing her best to not show her mixed emotions in case Jack or Ana had followed her out of the room.

"I'm fine, just a little jet lag..." She was stopped, her eyes widening as she saw who was in the doorway. The figure standing in her way now couldn't be real. She blinked a few times, her body starting to shake as she couldn't process the sight before her.

Gabriel Reyes.

But that couldn't be. Gabriel was dead. His body might still move and talk, but that wasn't who stood before her now. It wasn't Reaper.

"H...how..." Mercy's body didn't know how to react. This had to be a trick of some sort, right? The man smiled at her softly, the same stupid smile he always had when she was trying to figure something out. His voice filled her ears softly, the soft tone not matching his words.

"You did this to yourself Angela."

Gabriel walked closer, Mercy finding no way out as she back into the wall and shut her eyes knowing this had to just be a waking nightmare. She was tired was all, she was alone here, Gabriel wasn't here, Gabriel can't be here.. he couldn't be.. because she... she had...

"YOU'RE NOT REAL! GABRIEL IS DEAD! BECAUSE OF ME!" She suddenly screamed, her blurry eyes opening to find that she was alone once more. The room empty save for the woman. She looked around quickly before jumping to her feet and running out of the room, slamming the door behind her. She wasted little time in getting back to her own room, thankfully not having passed anyone on the way there.

Slamming her own door and locking it up tight, Mercy found herself fighting with her own thoughts. She had seen him there, she had heard him speak. But he wasn't there. Her hands shook as she poured herself a drink, barely able to pour the glass full from how badly shaken she was at the moment. She finally got down a few gulps of the strong drink, shutting her eyes tight as the sting slipped down her throat. She took a long, deep breath and did her best to relax as she drank, her nerves starting to slowly calm from the alcohol filling her body.

"It's alright Angela... you're just going through some mission related fatigue and seeing things." She reassured herself as she sighed softly, pouring herself another drink and downing it a bit easier than her first one. She sat and drank herself into the night, tears softly slipping from her eyes every now and then as she thought over everything. Before she knew it, she had passed out on her couch, glass in hand.

The loud beating on her door woke her from the deep, drunken sleep. She groggily opened her eyes, the world a bit blurry as she could still taste the alcohol on her lips.

"ANGELA WAKE UP! EVERYTHING IS GOING TO SHIT OUT HERE!"