A/N: lol no I didn't forget to post this here haha I totally meant to post two chapters at once lolol

It could be considered impressive, going ten months in a relationship without having a single argument. Yes, there were disagreements and moments of frustration, but never an argument. At least until that morning.

It had been hours since Fareeha had spoken to Angela, and while she wasn't quite seething with anger anymore, she still didn't particularly want to see her. She knew that she should apologise and work through the quarrel like an adult, but she also knew that she was stubborn, Angela was stubborn and instead of making up, they'd probably end up in another petty argument.

It was much easier, Fareeha deduced, to sit alone in the kitchen with a cup of tea while she played a game on her tablet. She could easily avoid Angela, and the game helped take her mind of off things, even if she discovered she was probably in the top 10 worst Tetris players of all time.

Of course, she wasn't alone for very long as Overwatch's latest 'recruit', Hana Song, made her way into the kitchen. She'd ended up with them after they were found out. The majority of the world's governments turned a blind eye and left the UN to condemn them. South Korea, on the other hand, decided to send their youngest MECKA pilot to join them, but still denounced the group.

Fareeha had found Hana to be quite pleasant, even if she made repeated references to popular culture that she didn't understand and ended up making her feel significantly older than her 32 years. "Hey, Hana."

"Hi, Fareeha." Hana made a beeline straight to one of the cupboards. Fareeha didn't turn away from her tablet to watch her, not that she needed to see her to know what she was getting, already recognising the crinkling and crunching of a bag of Doritos. Hana truly did live up to the gamer stereotype. "Not off with your girlfriend today?"

God, even having Angela mentioned to her made her bristle up. Deep down, she felt guilty; knew the argument was needless and escalated far more than it needed to. "No…no we had a…disagreement. It's probably better to stay away from each other for now."

Hana loomed over her shoulder and started to watch her game, clearly not caring that she was causing Fareeha to lose due to performance anxiety and totally not because she was purely horrible at the game. "Oh. Well that sucks. I hope you two make up soon. You're like…the moms of Overwatch."

For the first time that day, Fareeha smiled. It was a nice sentiment, even if a little strange. She hardly had time to thank Hana for her words before she 19-year-old was leaving the kitchen, saying something about an event in a game and that she had to grind for something. Fareeha couldn't really understand what she was talking about.

Unfortunately, making up wouldn't be that easy. She really loved Angela, more than anyone or anything else in the world, yet for some reason that made it even harder for her to think about apologising to her, probably because then she'd have to acknowledge that they had yelled at each other.

She sat absorbed in her own thoughts for a while longer, her game and tea completely forgotten. They had a few hours to make up, and there wasn't really much point in seeking her girlfriend out for now. She was working, and likely wouldn't appreciate her turning up randomly.

In the end, Fareeha decided that the best way to speak to Angela would be to wait for lunch and hope that for once the woman decided to actually heed the advice of everyone and eat human food at human hours.

Of course, lunch came and went. The majority of people on the base came by the kitchen to grab something to eat, yet Angela was nowhere in sight. Most people left her alone, able to sense the tension in her from a mile away, although Genji stopped and spoke to her for a moment, asking if everything was okay between her and Angela, before he went off to find Jesse somewhere.

Once Fareeha was fully satisfied that her girlfriend was definitely forgoing lunch that day, she decided to go and stretch her legs and find something else to do on the Watchpoint. There was the gym, although she was fully spent from her anger earlier and didn't particularly want to exert more energy that she already had done. She could go down to the lounge area and talk to whoever was in there, but there was a high chance that Lena and Emily would be there, given that the latter was due to fly back to London in a few days, and she really didn't want to watch their affections while she was in a tiff with her own lover.

The only option that made sense to Fareeha, when all said and done, was to spend some time in the garden. It was easily the most tranquil part of the base, and she often found the Bastion unit that Torbjörn had begrudgingly allowed to join sat in the corner feeding birds. It always seemed happiest around nature. It absolutely hated when Torbjörn or Zenyatta made it come inside for maintenance.

"Greetings, Fareeha. How are you today?" The omnic monk that she hadn't noticed and that had just scared the crap out of her asked, resting his hand on her shoulder even as she jerked violently in surprise.

"Please don't do that!" Fareeha turned to look at him, wide eyed but not annoyed as she saw him nod in understanding and move his hand to his own front again. "And I'm…having a bad day. Angela and I…had an argument."

Zenyatta nodded in understanding, and motioned towards the bench for her to sit down. Ever since he came to the base after Nepal, he ended up being the designated vent friend. If ever there was anything anyone needed to talk about, he was there to listen, and if he wasn't feeling up to being someone's shoulder to cry on, he would quickly suggest other ways of self-help. It was easy to see why Genji liked him so much.

Having sat down, Fareeha took a few seconds to think about what to say before she opened her mouth. "It was over something stupid and it got way out of control. We ended up accusing each other of always forcing the other to do what they want, and called each other selfish. She had to get to the medical bay, said she had people to help, unlike me who gets to sit around on my ass unless there's a mission. I told her it was bullshit. I'm normally training or maintaining my suit; she hardly has patients at the moment." Fareeha stopped as she felt the anger rising in her once more. Anger at what Angela had accused her of; anger at herself for accusing her of the same things. Once she felt ready to continue, she did. "I feel terrible, but I'm worried that we'll both be too stubborn to get anywhere in terms of an apology to each other."

Fareeha let out a deep breath, having finished saying what she wanted. Zenyatta was silent for a few moments, perhaps considering her words and what advice to offer, but then he broke the quiet. "We all say things we do not mean when we are angry, Fareeha. The important thing to know is that those words are seldom anything more than an outburst of frustration. I have seen you and Doctor Ziegler together frequently, and there is little doubt in my mind that you have anything but pure and benevolent feelings towards each other."

Fareeha considered that for a moment. Ever since the incident with Emily a few weeks ago, more than a few people had told both her and Angela that their relationship was sweet, with Lena going as far as to say that she felt her teeth rotting whenever they were in the vicinity because of how sweet they both were. To see them both avoiding each other must have been strange for the people on the base.

Having reflected on the monk's words, and being satisfied that he was probably done saying what he wanted, she thanked him and made to leave for the infirmary, determined to speak with her girlfriend and set things right. After all, they only had an hour to sort everything out.

As Fareeha reached the door, Zenyatta spoke once more. "Doctor Ziegler feels very much the same way as you, currently. I told her the same thing I told you."

It made Fareeha feel slightly better to know she wasn't the only one feeling bad about what happened. "Thanks, Zenyatta."

Going to the infirmary with intentions of apologising seemed like a great idea while she was still in the garden, but as the distance between Fareeha and her destination grew shorter and shorter, she suddenly felt more apprehensive. She did want to make amends, but once again it came down to the whole admitting she'd been unkind to the person she loved the most thing. What if Angela didn't forgive her for saying things she didn't mean, even though she'd been told she felt the same way? What if she wanted nothing to do with her until she calmed down?

Fareeha became so wrapped in her own thoughts that she ended up walking straight into someone, reflexively reaching out to steady the person who'd she'd just bumped in to. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was- Oh. Angela. Hi."

The swiss doctor looked up at her then immediately looked away. "Hello, Fareeha."

They both stood silent for a moment, tension thick in the air. Fareeha opened her mouth to speak when she couldn't bear the suspense any longer, but was interrupted by Angela before she could get a word out.

"I…was coming to find you. I wanted to say that I'm…sorry, about earlier." Angela still kept looking away, one hand going to grab at the opposite upper arm. "I shouldn't have said what I did and I didn't mean any of it."

Fareeha nodded along, and took an infinite amount of interest in the ground as she began her own apology. "I'm sorry too, about everything. The argument got way out of hand and we both said a lot of stuff we didn't mean."

Angela hummed in agreement and Fareeha returned her gaze to her just in time to see a smile pull at the corners of her mouth. "You've been talking to Zenyatta."

"So have you."

Finally, Angela looked at her, her blue eyes still filled with a hint of regret but it was hard to see behind the amusement. "Did you tell him what the argument started over?"

"No? Did you?"

Angela chuckled to herself as she shook her head. "I did. He said he finds it strange that people claim to enjoy sports yet constantly fight over them."

Fareeha snickered at being told his reaction, and slowly broke into an actual laughter that felt good, the reality of what they fought over hitting her full force. When she realised Angela was looking at her confused, she tried to stop but ended up laughing harder.

"What's so funny?"

Fareeha wiped the tears from her eyes as she tried once again to stop herself, this time succeeding just enough to respond to the question. "We argued and avoided each other all day because of sports. It's so stupid it's funny."

Thankfully, the elaboration caused her girlfriend to see the humour in the situation as well. The way they acted, everyone must have thought that the fight they had was based on something serious, rather than neither of them wanting to sacrifice watching their sport of choice for the other. Fareeha wanted to watch the basketball because Egyptian basketball was seldom shown on television in Gibraltar, and Angela wanted to watch football because it was a quarter final and Germany were one of the teams (Switzerland had already been knocked out).

There was one tv in the base than could get sports channels, so it was one or the other, and they got into an argument over it and avoided each other all day. An argument that they were now both nearly crying with laughter over. It was so ridiculous.

Once they managed to compose themselves, they decided to set out a compromise. They decided they would watch the first quarter of the basketball, then watch the football during the second quarter, basketball for the third and then football for the remainder. Chances were the basketball would end up overrunning anyway, so it was the closest to an even split as they could get.

Having made up and compromised, they walked hand-in-hand to the lounge area, still laughing and joking about their fight as if it hadn't been the major cause of a lot of misery throughout the day.

"You know, I really do love you, habibti." Fareeha said as she pushed the door open and held it so Angela could step inside.

"I love you too, liebling." Angela smiled as she walked through, Fareeha following her into the lounge.

Their jaws both dropped as they saw something that wasn't basketball or football on the television, the sport that was on there clearly having just started, Lena and Emily sat together on the sofa, the brunette turning around at the sound of them entering.

"Oh, hey loves. Hope you don't mind if me and Em watch the cricket."