"Boy you got pretty messed up." McCree said as he was straightening Chris' arm out. Chris had cuts on his face and down his arm. Not to even mention what his body looked like from all the impacts and blows he took.

"Just hurry up and get it over with- *CRACK* OH that hurt like a son of a bitch!" Chris yelped out holding his arm after McCree popped his shoulder back into place. "That almost hurt worse than popping it out." Chris started to massage his shoulder hoping it would ease the pain.

"Talon mercs too much for you to handle?" McCree was poking fun at Chris for this being the second time Talon had messed him up on a mission, though this time was less serious.

"Tough to have the upper hand when your opponent HAS a metal hand." The other three's eyes went wide before they all met their gaze.

"You mean to tell me you took on Akande Ogundimu?" Reyes asked finally taking his attention from the usb stick he had.

"Who's that?" Chris was completely lost at the severity of this revelation.

"Son you just took on Doomfist and lived to tell the tale." McCree said.

"That just shows how high priority this base was to Talon if he was present there." Reyes added.

Chris was still lost as to how important this revelation was. He had heard of Doomfist but only from articles, it was believed he was trying to keep a low profile since his escape from prison.

"Well I would have beaten him if he didn't get a cheap shot on me." Chris said leaning back in his seat trying to relax from the adrenaline rush.

"Good job handling yourself out there. Very few would have made it out of that situation alive or in one piece." McCree tipped his hat to Chris as a show of respect. Chris just wanted to get back to the watchpoint so he could take it easy for a little bit. His body was becoming increasingly sore the longer he stayed still.

The shuttle approached the watchpoint in a short time. There was no greeting party on the launch pad this time around. Chris staggered his way off the shuttle, hobbling towards Angela's office. He knew he would have to sit in on the teams debriefing to Morrison but he thought it would be smarter to be examined first.

"I'll let you know when Morrison wants to see us." Reyes said as he made a B line to Winston's lab to get the data analyzed on the usb stick. Chris nodded as he continued his way to Angela's office. Though on his way there he started to hear a faint cry in the distance that was soon overshadowed with yelling. Chris almost forgot about his pain and started to jog down the hall to see what was going on. As he got closer and closer to the noises, he saw Winston being escorted out by Reinhardt.

"Hey!" Chris yelled at the two. Both turned around and Winston's face dropped even more. They both turned back around as Chris thought he heard Winston mutter something under his breath.

"I don't have the heart to tell him."

That familiar sinking feeling started to set in. He turned into the room that Winston came from to see Morrison standing with his head down and his arms folded. Angela was in there too with her eyes red, she looked like she had been crying.

"What's going on?" Jack turned to see Chris standing in the doorway and he turned back around. Angela on the other hand looked like the sight of Chris was starting to bring back tears in her eyes. Chris walked up to put a comforting hand on the doctor clearly in distress. "What happened?" Jack just took a heavy sigh. Then it started to sink in. Chris looked around to see if Lena was anywhere nearby.

Chris finally asked the question that seemed to stab Angela in the heart. "Where's Lena?"

Angela started to tear up even more looking away from Chris, she pointed to Jack and looked away, turning her back to both Chris and Jack. Chris went up to Jack and asked again, "Where's Lena?"

"There was an oversight on one of her flights." Jack stated coldly.

Chris started to furrow his brow at Jack "Where's Lena?" He asked again this time with more force in his voice.

Jack turned to Chris and looked him dead in his eyes. "She's gone son. She was a fantastic pilot and she will be remembered for the sacrifice she made." Chris started to breathe heavy and clenched his fists to the point blood was starting to come from the palms of his hands.

"What. Happened." Chris was visibly upset and looked like he was about to lose it completely.

"Winston and I initiated a test flight with increased power to the drives, I thought it would be to our benefit if we pushed to see what the slipstream could do if-" Jack was interrupted as Chris struck him in the face knocking him back against the wall. Chris started an onslaught of strikes against the commander. He lost it. He lost the one thing that was keeping him grounded from losing his mind and slipping into a deeper depression. "Where's Lena?!" He just kept repeating the question as the assault continued. Chris finally felt a pair of hands restraining him and pulling him back.

"Stand down Chris." It was Reyes. Chris snapped back to reality. He lost all control and broke down tears flowing down his cheeks. "She's gone. She's gone. My brown eyed girl is gone. My Lena." Reyes carefully handed him off to McCree who was there to help Reyes.

"Take him to Angela's office. McCree nodded and helped Chris along who was followed by Angela. It was now just the Reyes and Morrison who was spitting out blood from the blows he took from Chris.

"What did you do?" Reyes asked coldly. Jack got to his feet composing himself. "Gabe, you know soldiers fall. It's just the cost of what we do." There was a long silence between the two. Reyes shook his head and turned to exit the room before he stopped before leaving.

"She wasn't a soldier Jack."

Angela had composed herself from the encounter earlier. Chris on the other hand was having a tougher time. He was sitting on the examination table getting treatment from his scrap with Doomfist on the mission. McCree was sitting in one of the chairs waiting for the examination to be over with. Chris hadn't said anything since his outburst against Jack. He felt a numbing pain that didn't seem to let up at all.

"You don't have to babysit me Jesse." Chris said still starring down not making eye contact. He never called McCree by his first name. Jesse knew he was hurting. Outside the Blackwatch team Lena was the only one Chris opened up to, probably more to Lena at this point.

"two buds going drinking isn't considered babysitting is it?" McCree said trying to get Chris to look up. Chris finally raised his head looking at him.

"I'm not going." Chris tried shutting him down.

"Look you've had a long day bud, and a lot weighing you down. Plus it's tradition we go after a mission."

"Genji never goes." Chris looked back down.

"He's not much of a drinker." McCree said shrugging his shoulders.

"I think it might be a good idea." Angela interjected. "It's never healthy to stay isolated and alone, try going out." Chris looked up at Angela and looked back down.

"With all due respect guys, I really don't feel like doing much of anything right now."

"Which is the perfect time to go out and have a few." McCree was obviously wasn't going to let this go.

Chris let a huge sigh, "Fine. Are we done her doc?"

"You've got a couple of bruised ribs but nothing too serious. You're good to go."

Chris got up and followed McCree out and into town to the local bar they always went to. Gabriel was already there. They were pounding drinks down, Reyes and McCree talked about random stuff here and there. Chris was staying silent just trying to fly under the radar. McCree nudged Gabriel and motioned to Chris.

"To a job well done gentleman." Reyes raised his glass to toast their mission.

McCree and Chris raised their glasses too.

"And..to Lena. A good pilot, and an even better friend." Chris added to the toast being the first thing he really said all night. They finished their drinks off before calling it a night.

Buildings crumpling down. He wakes up to see his brother off in the distance.

"Over here Chris!"

He gets up to run to him, something grabs his legs, he struggles to to get away.

He turns to see it's Doomfist holding him down.

"Amateur." He kicks him away. "Not this time, I'll make it this time.

He approaches Greg "lift this up Chris"

He looks around..this isn't home. He sees the Overwatch logo on the destroyed building.

He helps Greg lift the ruble up. He sees Lena's body lifeless and motionless. He staggers back, "no..no no no no this isn't right."

A large shadow covers him, Doomfist stands over him. "You're next." He braces for the impact of the punch.

Chris gasps as he wakes up drenched in sweat. Breathing heavy he looks around his room and sees the badge that Lena gave him sitting on the table. He picks it up and holds it tight slumping back in his bed. He turns to his side cradling himself.

I can't do this without you Lena. I need you. I can't go on without you.

Tears start to stream down his face. He was feeling alone more now than ever before.