Safely away from the damage, he rest me down in a house, both of us back to normal. "If you're a healer, heal yourself."

"Doesn't work like that. While I am back to fighting fit, if I have an open wound I can't heal, I will still lose blood."

"That doesn't make sense."

"If I seal this wound by healing it, I will lock the bullet in and get sick." I growled. "And you dropped my dagger back there so...thanks."

He pulled one out off his belt and flipped it around before sticking it in a table at my side. "There."

"Thanks...I think." I reached for it and pulled it out going for the wound. Just as I was about to do it, he chuckled and grabbed my ankle suddenly yanking the leg upright. I yelped out in pain and he placed the ankle on the table. "Don't jerk it around so much!"

"Shut up." He said taking the dagger and kneeling at my side, the wound now at eye level for him. He pulled the bullet out and tossed it off to the side. "There, now heal."

"Yes, sir." I grumbled placing my hand over it. He stood and moved towards the door looking around. Silence hung in the air for a long few minutes until he turned to look back.

"We should stay here the night."

"It isn't safe." I responded. "they will be sending in more soldiers to figure out what happened. We are too close."

"And you can't walk." He said and we stared at one another for a moment. "Can you fly?" I shook my head. "You're useless."

"So I keep hearing." I frowned looking away. I heard him moving and then I was off the chair in his arms again. "What are you doing?"

"Carrying you to safety." He answered and then I went silent, only staring at him from the corners of my eyes. I was curious as to what he looked like underneath the skull, I knew what he looked like before, but what about now? "Why are you staring at me?"

"Curiosity." I mumbled.

"No, I will not take it off."

"Hence why I didn't ask, but that doesn't mean I can't imagine."

"Don't."

"Alright, sorry." I looked away fell into silence. It was an hour of silence before my head hit his chest and he growled looking down only to find me sleeping. Thoughts swarmed in his head a long moment and he grew annoyed, so he found a cave, rest me down and then headed towards the mouth of the cave.

In the morning, I opened my eyes and looked around to find I was in a cave. Standing, I stretched and checked my belongings, it was all still there. Looking around again, I did not find Reaper and sighed, only assuming as much. Though I was more annoyed I never got to thank him, and now I owed him one. Heading towards the entrance of the cave, I saw him leaning against a rock looking around. He was still here?

"You're finally awake." He said standing upright and looking over at me.

"Did you stay up all night?"

"I have no need for sleep. I constantly regenerate, so sleeping is useless." He muttered looking back towards the horizon.

"Um...well...thank you for last night. I owe you one."

"So you do." He said softly keeping his arms crossed.

"What will you do now?"

"Head to Gibralta." He responded uncrossing his arms. I didn't dare ask more. "Take care, Phoenix." He started walking away and I looked around a moment. Sighing, I rushed forward and started walking just beside him. "Are you going to follow now?"

"I owe you one. Better that I stick with you to pay you back."

"I don't need anyone to follow me."

"Listen." I snapped moving forward and stopping in front of him, forcing him to stop. "There are basically none of us left. We are alone, we are hunted and clearly outmatched. Omnic are still out there, soldiers are still out there. It's clear that alone we are struggling to fight them, but together? We can do so much more."

"And you trust me? Knowing I betrayed Overwatch? Knowing I could betray you as well?"

"I don't care that you betrayed Overwatch. If you thought, betraying Overwatch, was a just cause and something you believed was right. Then I will not argue against it. I have no loyalty to them and now, have no loyalty to whatever humans are out there now all I care about is staying alive, by whatever means necessary."

"I'm considered a terrorist."

"Did you kill innocent people?"

"No. I stole important items. Killed Overwatch Agents."

"Then why should I care? I shrugged. "The past is in the past. Everything that happened before the second attack is dead. All that matters now is survival."

For a long moment he stared at me then nodded. "Very well, just don't get in my way."

"Don't get in mine and we're even." I huffed crossing my arms. He walked around me and I turned following him in his destination.

A few days passed by and we traveled nearly entirely in silence, only speaking when we had to. I knew he wasn't much of a conversationalist, but it was still unnerving at times. In company, I like to speak to people, but I knew this wouldn't be the case with him. I respected who he was as a person and decided to stick to silence. That was, until one night, as we were passing through a town, we ran into a group of Raiders, humans who lived out in old cities and towns, collecting resources and killing anyone they saw. They lived to party and fuck everyone else.

"Let's sneak in." I whispered to him as we sat crouched on a rooftop.

"Why?" He hissed looking at me. "It's suicide."

"But fun!" I giggled moving to sit down. "There are resources in there we could use. This town used to be full of them and last I traveled through here, theses guys weren't here. So, they must have snatched them all. They could be of use to us."

"That doesn't change the fact that it is still suicide. There are easily thirty of them, armed with some of the best weapons and who knows what else."

"Ah, we'll be fine. We stick to the shadows, go unseen, grab the stuff and sneak right back out. Come on, I have faith in you." I winked at him before jumping down to the ground. Rolling his eyes, he jumped down and followed after me.

We were quietly sneaking through this base, all we needed was a few supplies and thanks to this base, it was the only place to find them. We stuck to the shadows moving through silently, undetected as we went, being safe about it. There were too many of them and only two of us. As we rounded a corner, he suddenly grabbed me and pushed me up against the wall, pressing himself close to me. For a second, I noticed shadows wisping off of him, he must of used his ability to mask us as shadow as a patrol passed. I watched him as he eyed the patrolling waiting for them to disappear. Once they were gone, he turned his head to look at me, both of us staring at one another, I felt him press closer but then he pulled away and took a step back.

"Let's keep moving." He whispered and I nodded.

"Right behind you."

"You have yet to tell me what we are doing here." He growled as we sneaked down a hall.

"Supplies." I mumbled stopping at a corner and peering over. "In here." We moved up to a couple crates which I broke open. Looking inside, I grabbed a couple energy pistols and then moved towards another crate, opening this one up, I stashed some food. "Alright, let's get out of here."

"That's it?"

"That's it." I said heading towards the door. We snuck out much the same way we came in, headed to the shack we turned into a camp for the night. It had everything I needed for my plans. I watched him stand by the door, keeping watch as I pulled out a roll of bread and bit into it. For the next hour or so, I ripped apart the energy pistols and separated them into groups. "Heya, Reaper?"

"What?" He asked not turning to look at me.

"Come over here."

"I'm not hungry."

"Yes, yes, I know all that, regeneration and stuff, this is different though." He finally turned to look at me, I am sure quizically. "Trust me, yea?"

"Fine." He huffed and walked over towards me.

"Good, turn around." Slowly, he turned around until his back was facing me, I then grabbed the bottom of his coat. In a quick toss, I threw his coat over his head, which caused him to let off a low growl. "Relax and stay still."

I stood and pulled out my staff, spinning it around I slammed it into the wooden ground as it began to emit a low light fire, just enough for me to see what I was doing. Kneeling back down I flicked the energy source on the back of his belt. "As I assumed." I sighed and grabbed a screwdriver prying it off. He said nothing as I replaced the energy source with a couple from the pistol, rewired everything and then put it all back together. Standing, I pulled the coat off his head and walked over to the table setting the scrap pieces there.

"What did you do?"

"Obviously you trusted me enough to work on it, you knew well enough what I did." I said and he ran his hand towards his back. "I replaced your energy coil, then gave it a bit more power to keep it from draining too much. At the same time, your weapons should replenish much quicker."

"Is that what we broke into there for?" He asked and I nodded.

"Also, these yum rolls." I chuckled biting into it and tearing off a piece. Turning my back on him I poked the old coil to see its life dying out. I felt a hand on my back and flinched spinning around to face him.

"Why do you keep your wings bound to your back?" He asked.

"They don't function as well as they used to. Since I can't completely control them, I bind them down so they stay out of the way." I answered shrugging lightly, but I took a slight step back taking the last bit of my roll. "Anyway, we should rest here for the night then continue on."

"That was the original plan." He said and I nodded moving to sit against the wall. I rest the staff between my legs, the top resting against the wall. Crossing my arms over it, I watched him for a long while, frowning lightly as he looked out the window.