Overwatch: Lost in Time

by Raven the Dragon

Before she was the face of Overwatch, Tracer was Lena Oxton, the pilot with Chronal Disassociation. With her accelerator gone, Lena must face what she fears the most: Herself. Demons come back to haunt her that McCree and Genji thought were long gone, and struggles hidden under a smile finally come to light. But it's too late. Lena Oxton might be gone forever.

23. Chapter 23- Agent Slipstream

Chapter 23: Agent Slipstream

Heya dudes! Quick note here, this chapter talks about Lúcio a bit, and given it is confirmed by the devs that he does not have prosthetics, yet his legs look strangely deformed, I'm going off the headcanon that he has a robotic exoskeleton on the lower half of his body that the skates attach to. If this is proven false, I will change the chapter as necessary.

"What do you want, Vishkar?" Lúcio grunted coldly as the woman stood in his doorway. He was currently at his computer, working out the details for the stream they had planned. Some jazz music was playing over his speakers, which he turned down as he spun his chair around to greet the Vishkar employee.

Efi was absent, likely with Winston or in her lab, as, when Lúcio last checked, Hana had assured him she would be okay while he got some work done via various shooing hand gestures, so he had gotten to work on whatever he could in hopes passing the time.

"I wished to discuss some important matters with you, Agent dos Santos," she began, her face incredibly neutral.

"I'm kinda busy here, so make it snappy, Ice Queen," Lúcio snarled, turning back to his computer screen. "Is this about my tech? Sorry, I'm not giving it back anytime soon."

"No, it is not."

"Then get to it already," Lúcio sighed, flipping between chat clients and browser pages.

"I wish to discuss your treatment in Vishkar custody," she admitted after a moment's hesitation. Lúcio froze, turning to look at the woman.

"Oh, so now you care about what they do to people? What planet were you on when your kind were brainwashing my people and forcing them to be your slaves?"

Symmetra straightened, narrowing her eyes. "Vishkar did no such thing."

Lúcio barked a laugh. "Really? You really believe that?" He reached over to his dresser, where his sonic amplifier was charging. He unplugged it and tossed it to the woman. Satya jumped, but caught it, seemingly on reflex. "What do you think that is?"

Symmetra studied the weapon for a moment. "It is a repurposed sonic amplifier, which used specialised soundwaves on those Vishkar held in custody to confess what we needed to know humanely and painlessly. This one appears to have a weakened amplifier, though."

Lúcio nodded. "And do you know where I got this? Let me tell you. I got this off one of your 'employers' in Rio de Janeiro."

Symmetra glared. "Are you implying this item was used to influence civilians?"

"Oh, would you look at that? The ice queen has a brain! Yeah. That is exactly what they were doing. They'd use those things and sweet talk everyone into doing their manual labour while they sat back and watched. I only got past the handler's amplifier because of some headphones, which, for the record, were strictly forbidden. Then I mugged them for it, and managed to repurpose mine with some music as a counter."

Symmetra listened to his story with a carefully neutral expression as she handed the weapon back to him, knowing she had no way to take it from him forcefully.

"After that, it was a matter of getting together as many people together as possible and pushing back against you guys. All we did was start with a revolt, it wasn't even meant to be bad. It was crazy, how fast you moved to violence." Lúcio gestured to the blue robotic exoskeleton on his legs, which covered more of his legs than it left exposed. Most of it was near the knee joint, completely concealing that area of his skin. "Why do you think I wear these?"

Symmetra thought for a moment. "I had assumed it was for the sake of efficiency when equipping your skates, given only primary pieces of the gear would need to be attached to the exoskeleton."

"If only, right? No, I wear these because of Vishkar and your fancy hard-light weapons. It chewed right through most of the joints in my knee and damaged the rest of my legs. I wasn't the only one, either. We were there, protesting… and suddenly people were being killed." A shadow passed over Lúcio's expression. "I lost a bunch of friends then. I lost even more when we finally fought back. I sneaked into Vishkar as soon as I had scraped together some leg supports. I got the hard-light skates, and my city and I fought to drive you scum out."

Lúcio turned away from her, setting his Sonic Amplifier back on its charger. Symmetra hesitated. "If this is true, I would have heard of it. I was stationed in Rio de Janeiro for a substantial portion of time. I did not get moved until four years ago."

"What, do you not go on the Internet? It must've happened right after you left."

"I have better things to do with my time than browsing your… 'memes' on pointless social platforms," she retorted, making Lúcio snort.

"Then try the news every once in a while." Lúcio opened a new browser page and began typing. He ushered Satya over, who obeyed after a moment and read the headline of the article Lúcio pulled up. "Vishkar accused of attacking civilians during a protest."

"This is false," Symmetra denied, more to herself than Lúcio. "I would have been told of this."

"Really now? Why would Vishkar share anything with you, a field agent? They have no reason to share anything they don't want you knowing."

That must've bothered Symmetra because she averted her gaze pensively for a moment. "I avoid utilising lethal means in the battle whenever possible, I hope you realise."

"For once we agree on something," Lúcio nodded approvingly. "However, Vishkar sure doesn't share that mercy. Like it or not, your people are cold-blooded killers."

"Vishkar has good intentions. Houses will be built for the poor, and we will improve their lives."

Lúcio sighed and switched over to a chat client, typing to an old friend from Rio de Janeiro.

"And how many houses do you think they managed to build in four years? Want to see? A buddy of mine just sent a picture showing us."

Symmetra stared at the image Lúcio showed for a long while as her face slowly contorted into that of horror. Houses were crumbling and far from maintained children were huddled together with adults that didn't appear related, there were no Omnics to be seen, and everyone was filthy and unkempt, wearing drab. And yet, despite this, everyone seemed… calm. It was a crowd of people surrounding the taker of the photo, all of them displaying uncanny serenity.

"See this? A buddy of mine acts as my agent there, as it were. He serves as the messenger between Rio de Janeiro and I, And this is the message he could send."

Symmetra looked up to Lúcio, her eyes had softened. "I see. Thank you for this information. I will bring this information to Vishkar, and see to it that they develop homes as they promised."

Lúcio shook his head. "You still don't get it, do you… Vishkar doesn't care about civilians! They just care about their own empire, or whatever the hell they want to build.

Shaking her head in denial, Satya folded her hands behind her back. "Vishkar does care about civilian lives. This branch must have stepped out of line."

"No. Vishkar does not care. Do you know where they held me captive?"

Satya waited for him to answer.

"Numbani. Do you know there were also casualties there?"

"Overwatch stepped in there. It is only natural it would prompt a reaction."

"We both know Overwatch does not skip to violence if they can avoid it. They were creating a diversion to rescue me, not pick a fight. Why would they try to create tension, given the strained relationship between them and the public? It makes no sense. Vishkar struck first."

"A single employee is not representative as Vishkar as a whole. They were acting out of line, in which case, I will see to their dismissal from their position."

"Well that's a lot of out of line employees. I know I saw a few from within my cell. And thus, it all comes full circle. Want to know what your 'ahead of the times, advanced company' does to prisoners who spent weeks training to resist their brainwash tech?"

Lúcio turned around, showing his back to Satya. He then pulled up his shirt, revealing his bare back. It was littered with scars, bright patches of bulging skin that was red and agitated, covering the entirety of his back.

"Oh, and just in case you think this wasn't Vishkar, just ask the doctor. They were fresh when they got me out of there."

Symmetra stared, her mouth falling over as her hands fell limp to her sides. She took a stuttering step back, her eyes wide. "That… I… I must leave," she muttered, making a heel-to-face turn to leave.

"No, you're not going anywhere." Lúcio grabbed her by the wrist, and Symmetra tensed, tugging out of his grasp. "You don't get to waltz in here and leave on your high horse."

"I insist you release me!" Symmetra ordered, freeing herself from Lúcio's grasp and rushing out of the room, her head down.

Lúcio watched her go before sighing and turning around, not sure what to think. Clearly Vaswani was upset by what Lúcio had to say, and she seemed deeply affected enough, but it didn't excuse Vishkar as a whole. Lúcio shook his head and closed out of his tabs.

Stretching, Lúcio grabbed his skates snapped them on. He then slid on his wall glove before getting his sonic amplifier. Reluctantly, Lúcio grabbed his soundpack, ignoring the sting of his wounds as he put it on. He was overdue for some practice.

With smooth strides, Lúcio glided over to the training field. After a bit of exercise, he would talk with Winston, then check on Hana.

…

If there was one person Soldier 76 didn't expect to see in the training field, it was the roller blading DJ. At first, Morrison only greeted him with a nod of approval as the man put in his settings for Athena's bots. The surprise came when he heard the kid put the difficulty at maximum, set on survival mode to see how long he could last under an onslaught.

Stepping back, Morrison watched the DJ on his end of the field as he began riding the walls and weaving in between the various bots, sliding under and past them on autopilot, grabbing the wall to skate away and jump off before the trackers could figure out his pattern.

Soon, though, Lúcio began to exert himself, making several strained jumps and twists to avoid fire from the bots, sweeping around in wide circles, even flipping off the wall at one point. His expression was incredibly neutral as he ran. Things finally went south when one of the bots landed a shot on his shoulder as he tried to roll away, and while the shots themselves were harmless, they were made to cause enough pain to be distracting. Lúcio grunted, his brow furrowing, stumbling as the bots descended on him, and he began to fight back, pulling out his sonic amplifier to ward them off, knocking them backwards, only for more to return.

Lúcio growled and skated up a nearby wall. He launched off it, kicking one of the bots to the ground with a cry of fury. He fired into the head of the robot, ignoring the other bots as he roared, completely destroying the head of the robot. The other robots began ascending upon him with a rain of bullets, and Lúcio grunted in pain as they shot him.

"Athena, cut the simulation," Morrison ordered as Athena immediately stopped the bots, and Lúcio flopped onto the ground, panting. The energy bullets caused some minor burns, but other than that, he was unharmed.

"Your form is good," Soldier commented, helping the man up. Lúcio took his hand, pulling himself up after sliding on his skates a bit. "Make sure you keep your cool, though. In real combat, that fit would have cost you your life."

Lúcio sighed. "Yes, sir. I know. I just needed to vent."

Soldier huffed. "I know the feeling. I suggest the sandbags for that. You're more prone to a sprained ankle or something when using the simulator."

Lúcio rubbed his temples. "I guess so. How are you doing though, Sir? About the whole Tracer and Hana thing?"

Jack responded calmly. "Overwatch will take a massive blow once it goes public, and several of our agents are not in optimal mental condition thanks to this."

Lúcio huffed. "I know Hana and I will be able to maintain public favour, but, how are you?"

"Oxton was a good kid. A little too much so for her own well-being," Morrison sighed, handing Lúcio a water bottle. "And Hana is way too young for all this stuff. It sucks, but it's life. Even if we were to get Oxton back, there's no way she'd just go back to the person we know. PTSD doesn't take long to sit in, but once it's there, be prepared to have it for a while."

"You think that mess did that to her?"

Soldier 76 nodded. "No doubt in my mind. I'm honestly amazed Reyes would do that to her. I don't know what he wants her to do in that kind of mental state. I would expect a situation similar to Widowmaker."

"What is Widowmaker's story? She's the blue sniper, right?"

Morrison nodded. "She was the spouse of a high-ranking official. Talon captured and brainwashed her. She was then returned to us, we didn't expect a thing. Then she killed her husband."

"So, you think they're going to brainwash Tracer?" Lúcio asked, taking a swig of the drink.

"No. That doesn't make sense. Widowmaker had no sign of injury or abuse when she was returned to us, so we know Talon is capable of conversion without the means of blatant violence. Widowmaker was pristine as ever, yet Lena is going to have scars on her body forever. Why would they need to go through all that trouble to do the exact same thing?"

"That is weird…" Lúcio mused, sitting down on one of the benches nearby.

Soldier 76 set his pulse rifle against the wall. "I'm expecting some sort of mental modification. They'll likely alter her brain chemistry in some way to make it possible for her to function after everything they put her through."

"So, in other words, there's going to be some mental trauma and conditioning, PTSD, and some sort of change in the way she even thinks standing between us and getting her back?" Jack nodded. "What are we going to do, then? Are we going to try to save her?" Lúcio asked nervously, kicking his skates back and forth.

Morrison hummed for a moment. "If we wanted to go with the wisest choice, everyone would just forget about her. However, the people here care too much about Lena to just let this happen to her. Odds are, we're going to try to re-capture her and undo whatever programming they put in her."

"If the news had any semblance of truth to it, Overwatch has done crazier stuff. Didn't four agents take down an army of Null Sector troops once?"

"Overwatch has done crazier things," Soldier agreed, nodding. "And as for Hana, Winston will figure something out. Hana and Lena are very similar. I have no doubt she'll pull through this if Oxton could."

Then the alarms went off.

…

The blaring alarms snapped Hana out of her stupor as she snapped to attention and vaulted off the windowsill.
Athena piped up, her voice calm yet urgent. "Intruder alert. Talon agents have breached the perimeter, and are currently making their way through the base."

Hana's eyes widened, and she ran to the open door of the chamber. Athena noticed this. "Miss Song, it is not advisable for you to leave the…" Hana dashed out before she could think about it much. She felt her pathetic anchor weaken as she weaved her way through the corridors aimlessly. Athena spoke up again. "Miss Song, if you are so insistent on seeing Talon's attack, then Genji and McCree are currently fighting near Winston and Efi's lab. Soldier 76 and Lúcio have begun making their way over to the testing range with Pharah, Ana, Junkrat, and Roadhog. All other agents are fighting in the main entrance."

Hana nodded as she ran. One upside to her new condition was that she didn't feel any of the exertion, so she ran at top speed to Efi's lab. There was no way she would just sit by and wonder if Efi was okay.

When she reached the lab, she was greeted by Genji and McCree, who were blocking the hallway to her room, standing shoulder-to-shoulder as they mowed down waves of Talon troops. Winston was in the thick of the soldiers, grabbing and throwing the hapless grunts to the ground and into each other. The three of the seemed to be holding their own well enough, though McCree had beads of sweat on his forehead.

Hana shook her head and decided to take a risk, and, ignoring every single instinct in her body, she ran directly into the thick of the soldiers, keeping her eyes squeezed shut until she finally found herself behind Jesse and Genji, having run directly through all of them.

"What the Hell're ya doin'? Get back to the chamber!" McCree shouted as he continued taking down soldiers with deft shots to the head."

Hana couldn't reply to that, only standing behind them in a wary stance as she looked to Efi's closed door.

"Efi is fine!" Genji shouted. "We are keeping her safe! Now get back to the chamber before you fade!" Genji pulled out his sword and sliced through another wave of the men, and by now, there was easily less. The sloppy form indicated none of them were particularly well-trained. Hana would likely have better luck fighting Genji and McCree alone and unmeched than the countless number of these bumbling idiots.

Finally, when several men lay wounded and dead on the ground, Winston sighed sadly. "This will be a fair amount of paperwork. It's horrible that Talon would send them on such a mission… Some of them are still alive, though. I'll go get Dr Ziegler."

"I would like to point out the nonlethal strikes were mostly you. Not very efficient," Genji mused.

"It was not necessary to kill them all."

"If they're tryin' to get to a twelve-year-old, then yeah. It is."

Hana gasped abruptly, causing everyone to whip around to look at her. She gasped, as in an actual, audible gasp.

Hana grabbed her head and groaned, staggering slightly from the unexpected surge of energy she felt. Everything shifted around her as she snapped into place. "Ow… what in the…" Hana grunted, shaking her head to reorient herself. She jumped. "My- my voice! My hand! It's solid! I'm… I'm back? But…" Hana paused as realisation all washed over the group. Genji stiffened, McCree balled his hand into a fist, and Winston's mouth dropped open. "Oh no…"

Then there was a very familiar voice.

"Hello there, loves! Miss me?" In a blur of neon pink, in front of all of them, stood Tracer.

"Lena…" Winston gasped, his arms beginning to tremble. "You- you didn't…"

"Still in denial, huh, Big guy? Yeah! New and improved me! I think I sell the edgy thing pretty well, don't I?"

Lena was dressed in a new outfit, reminiscent of her Tracer costume, yet with different colours and a few key differences. She wore a grey leather jacket with two patches on either shoulder. On the side where the British flag would be, the infamous Talon logo sat emblazoned instead. On the other shoulder was a different patch, shaped like a hexagon with a "T" layered behind a jagged, pink "S."

Long, purple gloves stretched down the length of her arms to the palm of her hands, notably fingerless. Her once-orange leggings were now a bright pink, though not neon like the accelerator. Her gauntlets had been replaced by two holsters on either side of her waist.

Her right leg was gone. In its place was a new prosthetic leg with violet-pink fabric covering the joint. Draped around her neck was a scarf, soft and comfortable looking.

The chronal accelerator had been put into a new harness, one that was using fabric that matched the gloves, and a white material that matched the holsters. The core of the harness was no longer the signature sky-blue. Instead, it shone a vivid, angry, neon pink.

The harness wasn't the only thing to glow such a colour. Lena's eyes quite literally shone from behind the slight tint of her goggles, casting an eerie tint over her face as they glowed with an intensity that rivalled the harness itself.

Lena smiled. No. Smile was too generous. Too kind. Lena's face was instead contorted into a horribly twisted smirk.

McCree froze, his finger twitching on the trigger of Peacekeeper. "Hello, Lena. I'm surprised to see you here. Talon finally get to you?" His words were slow and deliberate, his eyes wide with barely masked fury.

"Oh, something like that, I guess. I mean, at first it was blackmail, then the glowy-eye-thingy became an option, and suddenly everything is way easier!" Lena leaned to the side, looking past Genji and McCree, and she saw Hana, who was struggling to stand.

"Oh man, that chronal reassociation is a killer, huh? Though, why the heck wouldja take the Toy off? I joined Talon to keep that thing from going off. But alas, the past is the past. I mean, except for the two of us, that is. The past is always a part of who we are now or something philosophical like that. Do you like it? Do you think the timeline is fun to see? Being a ghost sure is an adventure and a half!" Lena hummed, reaching under her accelerator as she fiddled with something. Hana recoiled as if struck, pain searing through her as she lost her physical body once more.

Lena was flickering too, her shining eyes silently watching Hana in unnerving mirth. She flipped the switch again, and Hana groaned, clutching her head as her knees began to shake. "S-stop it…"

Lena threw her head back and laughed, wild and hysterical. "Aw, come on! Don't be like that!" she pressed the switch off again as Hana fell to the ground with a shudder. She took confident strides directly through Genji and McCree as she crouched down tapped Hana on the chin, the rough, cold finger forcing Hana to look at Lena.

"I was always curious; can you hear me like this?" Lena asked though Hana didn't so much as hear Lena's voice as she did feel it.

D,va recoiled, forcing away Lena's non-corporeal hand as she slid back. "What the hell is wrong with you?! We could both fade if you keep this up!"

Lena's face lit up, and she clapped her hands together, standing up. "So, you can hear me! I never had a way to test it, but I figured we'd be able to since we're pretty much on the same plane of existence! Kinda cool if I had to admit!"

"Tracer! What is wrong with you?" Genji demanded. "Cease this cruelty!"

Lena opened her mouth, only for her words to not reach everyone. She frowned in annoyance and turned the accelerator back on. Hana took a moaning breath and scowled.

"For the record, this is so not cool."

"Duly noted!" Lena sang. "Anyway," she turned to Genji, taking long, cheerful steps over the twosome. "The scar on my neck says a little fun like this isn't 'cruel.' Shock collars and crawling around is, though! Besides, if I could take a bit of disassociation, she'll live."

Winston visibly cringed, taking a staggering step back.

"Aw, Big Guy, do you feel bad? Don't! After all, now I get this cool new outfit! And a harness with some actual battery life! Plus, I can turn it on and off!" Lena flicked the switch on and off in rapid succession, and Hana sunk further to the ground from the abruptness of each transition, curling inward slightly.

"Aw, that must not feel good, huh? You get used to it. You probably shouldn't have taken the Toy off now, huh? You know, if I wanted to, I could probably do all kinds of fun things in our faded state!"

McCree snapped out of his stupor, finally mustering the courage to point his gun, albeit at the prosthetic on Lena's leg. "Lena, cut that out now. You're not right in the head. Stop this, and we'll help you."

Lena turned to Genji and feigned shock, putting her hands to her cheeks. "Oh, golly gosh! Say it isn't so! I'm not right in the head? What on earth could lead to such a presumptuous declaration?" Lena gave Jesse a condescending yet amused glance. "Was it the video Reaper sent, or the glowing eyes? On the topic of glowing eyes, can we talk about how weird they are? Like, everything is pink. Don't make me do a colour-blind test. I would fail with flying "

Hana heaved herself back up, pale in the face. "What are the glowing eyes?"

Lena giggled again, "Man! It's about time somebody asks! I had to spell it out quite a bit to get you to finally ask! Well, Sombra calls it the 'Sympathiser.' Short explanation, makes my eyes glow, probably an aesthetic added by Reaper, and it suppresses all the negative emotions! Handy, if you ask me!"

Genji lowered his head. "And you didn't think for a moment how screwed up that is?"

Lena shrugged. "I mean, sure, whatever, but by this point, everything is screwed up, so I may as well take it all the way!"

"Just insert my vain lecture on how all emotions are important, which will do absolutely nothing, right here, okay? I'm too tired to come up with one right now," Hana snarled, glaring at Lena as she leaned against the wall for support.

"Oh! You haven't told me! I'm curious! How did your first romp through Time go? What did ya see?" Lena leaned forward, looking at Hana like an eager child. Without thinking, Hana's gaze drifted to Genji and Jesse, who were tense yet conflicted.

"Oh! Was it about the boys over there? I bet it was! Did you perhaps see one of Genji's crises about being a cyborg? Or McCree brooding about the Deadlock?"

Hana flinched as a shot rang out, and Lena yelped in surprise, falling to the ground. Oil began leaking out her robotic knee. "Aw, come on! We were just having a civil chat! What'd I do to deserve that?"

"Lena, let us help you. Just calm down," McCree chided, keeping a tight grip on Peacekeeper.

"Hey, I am calm. You're the one that shot me! But did you forget?" there was a distinct popping sound, and in the blink of an eye, Lena was standing up again, oil on the ground being the only sign she was ever injured. "I kinda have time powers. Now anyway, Hana." Lena turned back around, completely unbothered by the three people behind her. "Back to talking about dreams- whoops!"

There was another bang, and Hana couldn't even tell what was going o before there was a flash of neon pink light, then a searing pain in her chest. Hana fell to the ground again.

"Aw, come on!" Lena shouted again, blinking up to McCree and smacking the gun out of his hand.

"Oh God, no…" McCree muttered, aghast.

"I mean, try a little harder at least. If you're going to aim for the accelerator, at least make sure there isn't someone directly behind the big glowing target."

"Hana!" Genji shouted, running past Lena to Hana as he desperately pressed his metal hand against Hana's chest as her breathing grew laboured, and her vision became blurry.

"Oh, for Christ's sake. You're really making me look bad at this whole 'bad guy' thing. Lena shoved Genji out of the way, grabbing Hana's wrist. There was another popping sound, and Hana felt everything fade around her as a torrent of noise and power and everything grabbed her and dragged her backwards in time.

Hana was back against the wall as she retched, gripping her stomach, breathing heavy and panicked.

"For the record, this doesn't mean I care about you guys. I'm not some villain in need of reformation. My orders were just to leave all of you alive. You'd better be glad the only other one here with chronal disassociation is the one you shot. Otherwise, you'd have one more corpse to file paperwork on."

"Just what are your orders?" Genji demanded, drawing a shuriken. Winston still remained stunned behind the twosome.

"Oh, you know. Be the big shiny bright distraction. So far, I'd say I'm doing pretty well, right?"

Realization dawned on everyone as horror set in further.

"Yeah, I've got my three BFFs and the world's latest freak show all in one place having a chat with me! And it's not like you can leave, either, what with the twelve-year-old in the room down the hall that Reaper didn't tell me to keep alive."

"I swear to God…" Hana grunted, standing up straight. "If you touch Efi, I will crush you into the dirt."

Lena held her arms up in surrender. "Woah, girl! I was feeling really good about my chances, but after that remark, I think I need to rethink things. Wow. Talk about a threat! I'm practically quaking in my boots!" Lena giggled at her own joke. "Yeah, I'm just the distraction while Reaper and the gang do their thing. Don't ask me why they want some of the Junker's scrapped together bombs, but whatever."

"Lena, this is madness! Surely you do not intend to continue working for Tal…" Lena held her finger up, cutting him off.

"Oh, hang on, I'm getting a message. You'll have to get on your soap box later." Lena pressed a comm device on her ear and hummed a few confirmations before turning back to the group. "Well, this has been fun, but apparently we got what we came for! Hopefully, I'll see you lot again on the battlefield!"

Genji reacted first, dashing towards Lena to keep her from fleeing, only to grab thin air as she darted over and behind them in a blur of neon pink.

"Oh, and Hana, enjoy the dreams! Oh, and by the way, the name is Slipstream! I'd prefer you call me by that now! Bye!"

"No! Wait! Sto…" It was no good. Hana's cries were silenced as Slipstream darted away before anyone could do anything, and she fell to the ground after a shock of agony. She curled together, grabbing her knees as she buried her head.

McCree roared again. "GOD DAMN IT ALL TO HELL!" Furiously, he hit the wall with his prosthetic, leaving a dent. Genji looked away, balling up his fist for a moment before nudging McCree and gesturing to Hana. McCree took a deep, shaky breath.

"Lena… Lena… No…" Winston mourned, falling to the ground in an agonised heap, holding back sobs.

McCree came up to Hana. His voice was carefully calm through sheer force of will. "Hana, are you going to get back to the chamber now?"

Hana reluctantly nodded, forcing herself up as she staggered after McCree. Genji stayed behind to help Winston.

The two walked to the chamber silently. The room hadn't changed, and Hana stumbled inside, flopping onto the windowsill in a tiny ball. The dam finally broke, and Hana began to utter silenced sobs. McCree didn't say anything, merely sitting on the window by her.

Hana didn't know how long they were there, but McCree didn't say anything as he sat by Hana, offering wordless support.

Finally, Hana felt her grip on the world fade. She lurched, glitching tears sliding down her cheeks as she watched her hand fade. McCree noticed and sighed.

"Finally time, huh? I was wonderin' when you'd have to go. You'llokay. You'll come back, and I'll be right here when ya do, okay?"

"Hana nodded as her legs vanished. Then her torso. The last thing she saw was McCree taking his hat off before Time claimed her.