Author's Note: I just want to write fluff all day long. I hope everyone had a safe and happy Halloween.

The sounds of bombs falling filled her ears. They were catching up to her but she was faster. She was fast. She was smart. She was the best.

She was Hana.

There was no one in the world who could match her tactical brilliance, her steady hands, her keen eye for detail, or-

"BOOM! HEADSHOT!" Shouted Hana's grandmother, Ana. She raised the controller and laughed wildly.

"Aw! Gram-Gram! I was winning!" Hana slumped over the side of the couch in defeat.

"Sorry sweetie. Now watch Gram-Gram wreck these newbs." Her grandmother took full control of the videogame now and proceeded to break Hana's high score.

"Betrayed by my own grandmother." Hana sighed. "This will make for great therapy."

In retrospect, showing her ex-military sniper grandmother the latest Sniper: HeadHunt game was a terrible idea. Ana's skills surprisingly transferred over well despite having one eye.

"Sniper on your left." Hana supported.

Ana expertly maneuvered around and shot the sniper through his own scope. "Not anymore."

Hana relaxed and watched as her grandmother dominated Sniper: HeadHunt. She tapped her feet against his grandmother's side, hoping to distract her. It did nothing. When Ana was in the zone, nothing could break her concentration. The noises of people dying got louder and louder. Ana was merciless. She took every player down, not even those camping could get to her.

"Was it like this?"

"What sweetie? I can't hear you over the sound of me winning."

Hana rolled her eyes. She deserved that jab. "You know, the war? Was it like this?"

"You remember the war, don't you?"

Hana shook her head. "I don't remember much."

For that Ana was grateful. The war had been hard on everyone. No one got out unscathed.

"Was it like this?" She asked again.

Ana slowed down but not enough for anyone to get her. Her character rested in the safehouse. "A little. This is more like the wild west. When it comes to sniping, you stay crouched and hidden. You are a ghost. None of this rooty tooty point n' shooty business. As a sniper, you are the support of your team. You defend your team from the shadows. It was a role that I was honored to play."

"And Pa-Pa?"

Ana smiled. "Your grandfather was and is a knight in shining armor. He would come swinging in with his hammer. Never one for the quiet."

"So he's always been that loud?" Even in the basement conventered into a play room, Hana could hear her Pa-Pa talking to one of her parents.

"Ever since I met him, yes." Ana smiled warmly. "But I would not have him any other way."

Ana's character was shot in the safe house. "OH!" Ana's one good eye narrowed in anger. "I must avenge the fallen."

"Go get 'em Gram-Gram." Hana stretched and flipped over the couch. "I'm going to see how long until dinner."

"Okay sweetie!" Ana went back to slaughtering the competition.

Hana hopped up the steps, taking it two at a time. She swung open the dark green door to the kitchen. She was greeted at once by the smell of chicken and garlic mashed potatoes. Her Pa-Pa, Reinhardt, saw his only granddaughter and swept her up in a hug.

"How is my little princess?"

Her grandfather was a giant of a man. He was the tallest person in any room and with his wild white hair, he gave the striking appearance of a lion.

"I'm good. Gram-Gram beat my high score." She dutifully reported.

Her Pa-Pa's face cracked into a wide grin. "Ha-HA! That's my girl!"

Her mother, Fareeha, was double checking on the chicken. "Dad, can you get the oven mitts?"

"Sure thing, dear."

"Mom, where's mueter?"

Fareeha swept a loose bang out of her face. "Still at the hospital. There was a three car pile up on highway 11. We had to divert the flow to our place."

The Ghost Town hospital was small and a little run down. It could handle most trauma but a three car crash? That was a tough one. Her mueter was a brilliant doctor, legend to have brought people back from the brink of death on the battlefield. She could have worked anywhere she wanted but she chose Ghost Town. Why? Hana never knew.

"How late is she going to be home?"

"Hard to say. It's a tough one out there."

"Oh…"

Fareeha's cell phone, always at her side, went off. She glanced at it and grimaced. "Oh geez…"

"What is it?" Reinhardt asked.

"Fire." Was her instant reply. "The Junker's place. Gotta go! I love you." She kissed Hana on the forehead. "Don't stay up too late now, okay? Mom! I gotta go!"

"Okay honey! Go kick some ass."

"Be safe." Reinhardt said as he helped her with her coat.

"I will. Love you guys."

When your parents were the town's premier firefighter and doctor, it made having family meals nearly impossible. Reinhardt put a heavy hand on his granddaughter's shoulder. "Do not worry, princess. They will be back soon."

"I know…"

"Come, let's have dinner. Ana, my sweet! Dinner!"

"Coming!"

Hana grabbed a plate. She did her best not to pout. This was normal. This was her life. She loved her parents more than anything but she wished they were home more often. But having part time parents were better than no parents at all. This was a fact that she knew all too well. Orphaned at age three during the war, she had been shoved in a foster home with more children then there were beds. It was constant screaming. The noise never went away. It was always something. The children in the orphanage were always crying, or screaming, or shouting.

The orphanage was a maddening place. For the first year that she lived there, Hana was driven to tears more times than she could ever possibly remember. The only thing that she could recall was always going hungry, always on edge. There was never a moment's peace. Those who were smart, struck out for their own when they were old enough to take care of themselves. She had been one of those kids.

She was only six at the time but she was sure that she could take care of herself and do whatever she needed to do to survive. On her first night in the streets, she slept in an alleyway next to a dumpster. She didn't mind. The smell of the trash wasn't any different than sharing a cramped floor in a rundown building.

It was cold that night but she was happy. She was finally free.

And then the bombs fell.

Hana could not recall much. She woke up and heard people screaming. She thought that someone had found her and placed her back in the orphanage but they hadn't. People were dying in the streets. Hana ran for her life. She hadn't gotten far. A building came down. The people she had been running away with were crushed under the rubble but Hana survived. She screamed for help but no one came. She cried. Hana worked herself to the point where she couldn't do anything but cry. The air was thick with dust. Her head was killing her. From inhaling the dust to crying, Hana was on the verge of passing out. From the darkness, light came pouring through.

"We have a survivor!" And there she was. Dr. Zeigler cut through the darkness and the dust. "It is alright, little one." She said in a soft whisper. "I am here and you are safe." She scooped the trembling six year old up. "Are you hurt?"

Hana let out a heartbreaking wail. Dr. Ziegler held her tighter and fought back her own tears.

"I am never going to let anything hurt you."

That was the happiest day of Hana's young life. For Dr. Ziegler, it was that day where she unofficially adopted Hana. Her then girlfriend, Fareeha Amari, wasn't too keen on the idea of adopting Hana though.

"Where are her parents?" Was the first thing she asked over a cup of coffee the next day.

"Dead?" Ziegler shrugged. "I don't know."

"What if her parents are alive and well? We've kidnapped a child!"

"We?"

"You're crazy if you think that I'm letting you raise this kid by yourself." Fareeha took a long sip of her coffee.

Angela smiled warmly. "I was hoping you would say that." She sighed. "Fareeha, I'm so sick of this war. I'm sick of seeing people die."

"You're saving lives."

"Am I?" She scoffed. "There was a soldier. He had gotten trapped in a mine field. He was badly burnt. I didn't believe that he was going to live."

"Did he?"

"He lived but what kind of life he has now, I don't know. I don't think I'm saving anyone. I'm stitching up walking corpses and sending them out to die a second time."

"There's follow up care."

Angela scowled. "You know as well as I do that follow up care is no care at all. It's impossible to get an appointment with anyone, hardly any reputable doctor will take the insurance if they have insurance at all. People are left to die."

"Ang…"

"I have a chance with this girl. I can save her. I can help her."

"Wow, okay. We're doing this then." Fareeha took a deep breath. "I had hoped for a better time to do this." She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small black box. She put it on the table and pushed it towards Angela "But, hey, no time like the present."

"Wha-What are you-"

"Marry me?"

Angela Ziegler was not crying. She had something in her eye. In less than a week, she had a daughter and a house spouse. The Amari-Zeigler family was formed.

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