Chapter 7

Mess with the Best, and Die like the Rest

There wasn't much to say about Sombra's life. Nothing that Sophia could find interesting anyway. She'd lost her parents during the war, learn how to hack on her own, and grew up to become an internationally wanted criminal. If anything, Sophia was only impressed by the fact that Sombra had managed to keep her teddy bear in a good condition for about thirty years. That was impressive, seeing as hers already had the fur on the back of its head shredded. So when they finally met face to face, in that big bright room, Sophia hadn't much to say, beside:

"I always thought being a wanted criminal would give you an exciting life, but I guess I was wrong."

"Ah! Your one to talk, pequeña sombra!"

They both crossed their arms, locked in a staring contest until Sophia asked:

"So, what does it feels like to send twenty-three people to their death? You couldn't even save yourself."

"Then it makes it twenty-four. To be honest, I would have hoped for less. Maybe just fifteen? But I would do it again if I had to."

"Like that helped."

"As anyone ever told you you were annoying, pequeña?"

"That nice, coming from someone as annoying as you, Sombra!"

Silence fell around the both of them, and Sombra smirked.

"Are we done guilt tripping each other?"

"I think so."

"Cool."

Sombra let herself fall on the ground, her legs stretched in front of her, her weight resting on her hands behind her. Sophia sat beside her in almost the same position, but with her legs lightly bended. Sombra let out a sigh.

"But seriously, qué demonios is going on? Where are we?"

"No sé. Last thing I remember is falling asleep."

"Yeah, I saw that, and probably the rest of your life too."

"And I saw yours."

"What did you thought?"

"It was okay, I guess."

"Okay? Pequeña you are insulting me!"

Sophia smirked.

"Okay, there was a few hardcore moment, but most of the time it was just you in front of a computer."

"Yeah, cause it was so different for you!"

Sophia shrugged.

"Then that mean we aren't so different after all. I mean beside the wanted criminal thing. And that sick spinal computer. Do you think I can get one?"

"Doubt it. And I wouldn't advice it. It fucking hurts."

"Yeah, I gathered that much."

Sophia contemplated longly Sombra's intricate costume, and those cables around her head, and she wondered suddenly if they'd been only attached to her skin, or dug through her skull. Sombra had been out through most of the procedure, but the pain she suffered through while her body adjusted to her new appendixes was enough to make anyone pass out. Sombra included. Sophia knew it now.

"About the last mission..."

Sombra's voice was somewhat shaky, and Sophia looked at her eyes. Gone was the unbreakable confidence and cockiness. Sombra was visibly about to cry, something she hadn't done since the death of her parents, when she was seven.

"I'm sorry I said you sent twenty-four people to their death."

"Oh it's true alright. But you know what the worst part is? I would really do it again. I mean, more prepared and with a better plan, but I would do it again."

"I know you would. But I don't think the others blame you for it."

"Well if they did, they can't really express it right now."

Sophia thought longly as she elaborated a strange theory.

"Maybe they all met with their version from this world? I mean, I know a bunch of the people you knew. Maybe they all met?"

"And now I'll have forty-six people after me! I hope you run fast."

Sophia shrugged. She wasn't too worried. Most of the time when people where angry with her, she just tricked them into thinking they were angry with someone else. But maybe this time it would be harder to do.

"If they really were with their double, and you could apologize to them, would you do it?"

Sombra gaze silently at the horizon for a few seconds, before she nodded slowly.

"Probably. That would be a first time for me!"

"I mean, all you wanted was save the world. You had no idea it would be that hard."

"Who cares? What's done is done. I made a choice, now I got to live with it. That's how I've always rolled, that's how you roll."

"Alright. But if anyone comes to beat the shit out of me tomorrow I'll apologize on your behalf."

Sombra let out a single chuckle.

"Ah! Might not be enough, pequeña!"

Sophia smirked, and crossed her arms to hold one of her knee close to her. She began to feel tired, and wondered if she would go back to sleep soon, or if she was still asleep, and this was all a dream. She hoped it wasn't. She hoped this Sombra wasn't a figment of her imagination, and they could keep talking for a long time. There was this sort of understanding between them, something Sophia had never felt before. Behind their words there were a thousand other hidden, and only them could understand what those words were.

With a smirk, Sombra decided to change subject:

"So, I guess you are into smart-ass too. But I guess that's because she simply has a nice ass."

Sophia grimaced.

"Okay that was bad. That was..."

"No, I think it was pretty accurate, actually. Or maybe you don't spend enough time staring at it to notice."

"I thought you've been in my head? You should know P. E. classes are going to be the death of me."

"Oh yeah, long legs. I know. Been there. Not done that though. So wish I had."

Sophia laughed.

"Guess I'll have something you never will."

"Oh please! We're the same. What yours is mine."

"Okay, so how come I don't get a spinal computer, then?"

A little less than a week had passed since the night, and things were pretty much going back to normal. Although the rest of the school was still a bit perturbed by a few things. Angela and Fareeha were going out now, which any idiot could have predicted as long-time coming. Hanzo and Jesse were quite awkward around one another, which everyone thought was weird. Except Genji, he thought it was ridiculous. Finally Satya was tired and had lost a lot of her usual focus. But, just as Symmetra had said, she was "kindly adjusting" to the situation. And with the bit of practice she'd had, she could now tune out most of her comments.

The day was only beginning when Sombra came to talk to her at her locker, a bunch of letters in her hands.

"Hey there. Long time no see."

"We worked on the presentation yesterday afternoon, Sophia."

"I know. It's been fourteen hours. That's too long without seeing you, preciosa."

Sombra completely ignored the blush on Satya's cheek as she looked for the right envelop, and sorted it at the top of her pile, so she knew it was there. With a smirk she declared:

"Anyway, remember that big thing I was talking to you about? Well it's ready. Kinda. This is your invitation to it. There's a map, but I doubt you'll get lost. So, I'll see you this afternoon."

Satya frowned but accepted the letter. It was completely blank, except for her name written messily on it.

"What is it?"

"Just open it and you'll see. I do hope you'll come, cause there'll be more cupcakes!"

On those words, she turned around and walked away in the corridor, looking for someone else who she had to give a letter to. Satya contemplated the letter a bit longer, before she finally closed her locker and decided to find some place calm to read it.

Satya soon found herself seating on the tiers outside, her heart beating wildly in her chest. She had been playing with the envelop lead for the last minute or so. While she was curious as to what Sombra had to say, and what this big plan was, she had felt her nervousness grow as soon as she had sat down. Sombra was not the kind of person to write things down. She liked to talk face to face. Satya had understood that after she had texted Sombra once, and the Latina had called her back, instead of texting her back.

Please Satya, open it.

With slightly trembling fingers, she tore the paper glued together, and opened the envelop. Inside, there was only a letter, neatly folded in half. She took it out, and placed the envelop beside her, unafraid that it could be carried away by the wind, or uncaring perhaps. She readjusted her glasses up the bridge of her nose. As soon as her eyes landed on the messy scribble Sombra had written she couldn't focus on anything else.

Satya,

This is an official invitation to the first (and probably last) session of the Overwatch club. This session will all be about Sombra apologizing to everyone individually, because that's the only thing reasonable to do at this point. So you are invited to join this apologizing session this afternoon at four p. m. in the empty club room at the end of the basement corridor.

Just in case you decide not to come, Sombra still wants to apologize. Symmetra, I'm sorry I showed you the truth. Maybe if I hadn't, you wouldn't have left Vishkar for Overwatch, and you would still be alive. Or maybe you don't regret leaving? In that case I'm happy I helped you, although it was still because of me you died. Also, I wanted to apologize for all the teasing and flirting and checking out. I did that a lot, maybe you didn't notice. Anyway, I wish we had had more time, maybe we could have become friends, or more? I really wanted to be more, and I'm sorry I never got a chance to know you better. Anyway, again, I'm sorry I asked you to help me, and now we're both dead. I deserved it, you didn't.

Sombra

A/N: Hi guys! So, what do you think? It's the Overwatch club! Actually "Overwatch Club" was suppose to be the title of the story, but I'm very glad I changed it because it doesn't really fit the tone. So, we only have a chapter left, and the epilogue, but I really hope you've liked the story so far. Don't forget to leave a review, tell me what you thought. I haven't received a review since chapter 2, so I've began to wonder if you guys haven't deserted... I mean, that's not what the numbers say because wow, we've been growing and I'm happy about that! In case you want to read more about Sombra I'm going to post a very very short story about her once I'm done posting this chapter. It was suppose to be the base for a comic but hey, I don't know how to draw! So I'm just posting it here!

But anyway, I'll see you on Wenesday!