A/N: ooops I forgot to update this three times a row I am very sorry (at this rate you'll have the whole ending dumped on you guys)

Over the past twenty months, Fareeha had learnt that it was silly to enter her room at the early hours in the morning after a night out and expect to find her beloved girlfriend in bed. Sure, Angela had gotten significantly better at not working late into the night, but whenever Fareeha spent the night with her friends, she knew the swiss woman would always seize the opportunity to overwork herself yet again.

So, she found herself in the medbay, eyes softening when she saw the woman passed out at her desk, face obscured by her arm, head resting on a rather large medical journal that gave Fareeha a headache just thinking about it.

She walked over to her, gently shaking her. "Angela, habibti, it's time for bed."

There was a grunt as Angela further buried her head in the crux of her arm. "5 more minutes. 'm nearly finished reading."

"Wow, I didn't realise you could read with your eyes closed." The Egyptian smiled, grin widening when her girlfriend mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'shut up' in German. "The book will still be there in the morning, so why don't you come bed with me?"

Finally, one eye lid cracked open and sleepy blue eyes met brown ones. "Only if you carry me."

Fareeha rolled her eyes, but made to pick up the older woman. Once she had her settled in her arms and was certain she wouldn't drop her, she made to leave.

That's when her eyes caught Angela's terminal, and even though she was only tipsy at best, she immediately sobered up when she saw the list of properties in Gibraltar that were for sale. She glanced at Angela and saw she was already fast asleep again.

She walked as fast as she could back to their room, carefully undressing Angela and putting her to bed before running to the bathroom to splash water on her face.

There was only one reason she would have been looking at apartments and houses, and while they had been sharing their quarters for a little over a year, actually living together was something else entirely. Fareeha knew she wanted this with Angela, knew she wanted to spend her life with her, but this was a pretty big step and it seemingly came out of nowhere.

It hasn't though…Fareeha thought back over the past couple of months, and suddenly Angela looking at properties didn't seem quite so sudden after all. Really, the biggest hint should've come from the incident three weeks ago, when the two of them had been getting intimate after a tough mission. In their haste to undress each other, they forgot to lock the door and now neither of them could look Torbjörn in the eye.

'This wouldn't happen if we had our own place…' Angela had said as she buried her face in her hands.

In the end, Fareeha decided to talk to Angela about it later. There was no point worrying about it now, especially when the other woman was in such a deep sleep that even the apocalypse wouldn't wake her.

Fareeha had woken up, showered, had breakfast, been on her morning jog and was in the middle of tea with her mother when she finally saw Angela shamble her way into the kitchen in search of coffee.

"Ah, good morning, Angela!" Ana gestured towards the clock. "Or should I say afternoon? Would you like some tea?"

The pure insult etched in Angela's features at the question made Fareeha choke on her own tea. Ana had always loved teasing Angela during Overwatch's old days, and Fareeha always enjoyed the banter. She was glad that she had recovered enough of a relationship with her mother to enjoy these moments again.

Angela finished brewing her coffee and took the seat next to Fareeha, grabbing her hand and lacing their fingers together as she leaned over to kiss her on the cheek. "Good morning, liebling."

Fareeha turned her head so that she could brush their lips together. "Good afternoon, ya amar." She heard Angela's amused chuckle as she turned her attention back to her mother, who smirked at the two of them. "What?"

"Oh, nothing." Ana closed her eye as she drained the remaining tea from her cup. "Just wondering when the two of you will make honest women of each other."

They both gawked at her, even as Ana got up and said her goodbyes before going on her way. Of course, the moment Ana had returned and found out about their relationship, she'd relentlessly joked about the two of them getting married. Despite their reactions, neither of them minded too much, both realising it could be much worse.

Once they'd both recovered from Ana's comment, Fareeha tried to think of the best way to breach the subject of Angela's search. She didn't want to flat out ask her if she wanted to move in together, but at the same time didn't want to beat around the bush. In the end, she settled for a compromise.

"So I saw what you were searching last night…"

"What was I…" The older woman's brow furrowed, no doubt trying to remember what she was doing last night. Fareeha could pinpoint the moment she remembered by the way her face reddened. "Oh…that. I'm sorry, I was just…getting ahead of myself. If you don't want to do that yet -or ever- I completely understand." Her face flushed further as she took a great interest in her coffee.

Fareeha cupped her cheek and gently turned her head to face her. "I do want to move in properly with you, habibti. Don't worry about that." Angela visibly relaxed at that, her face no longer doing its best impression of a tomato. "But you should have spoken to me first."

Angela apologised again, promising to do better about talking to her about major relationship decisions in the future, before downing her still hot coffee in a flash and running off to the medbay, the time of day suddenly dawning on her. As she left, she made a promise to sit with Fareeha and sort this out later.

Unlike last night, Angela was in bed before Fareeha was, the younger woman having just finished her evening gym training with Aleksandra. Her muscles ached, as did her wallet seeing as she lost a bet to the Russian. Being talked into betting money over whether she could bench press Aleks or not by Hana and Lucio had not been her greatest idea, and she knew she was going to be taunted endlessly when she told Angela later.

Thankfully, there were other things far more pressing to deal with as she settled in bed next to Angela and looked over the tablet. "Found anything good yet?"

"Not yet. I've got a shortlist of properties that you can look over later, but I thought you'd want to look for some together before I showed you the ones I liked." Angela tapped on one of the search results, a rather attractive looking building for an equally as attractive looking price. It suddenly looked significantly less appealing when all the images of the property were of the surrounding area, rather than the actual apartment itself.

Below that result was a gorgeous looking villa that Fareeha instantly fell in love with. Then she saw the ten million it cost and decided that it was the single most offensive thing she had ever seen.

After two hours of searching, they had managed to find precisely one property they both liked, and Fareeha just hoped that Angela's short list would happily bump up that number. 24 hours ago, moving to a place that would really be theirs wasn't even a thought in her mind, but now she hated the idea of not being able to find anywhere to live with the love of her life.

While Angela busied herself with finding where sleep addled Angela had saved the list she made, Fareeha looked her over. She was truly the most beautiful woman she had ever seen, smart and sometimes funny. Her heart still burst just thinking about her, let alone being cuddled up next to her side. "I love you."

Blue eyes glanced to meet brown. "I love you too." She returned her attention to the tablet and victoriously whispered "Yes!" when she found the file she was looking for.

Fareeha could immediately see two apartments that she hoped Angela didn't like too much, and another one that she did like. Thankfully, the latter was how she felt about most of the properties her girlfriend had chosen and after another hour of looking through the list, researching the apartments and houses and sending a few emails to estate agents regarding the five they had narrowed the list down to, they finally ended their search and allowed themselves to a contented and excited sleep.

After all, they had viewings to attend.

When the first apartment didn't turn out how Fareeha and Angela had hoped, they weren't worried. There were still four more potential homes that could be theirs by the end of the week, but then the second one didn't work out, and neither did the third, and the fourth one -covered in graffiti that wasn't present in its online pictures- was a write off before they even looked inside.

So here they were, everything resting on this fifth and final house. It wasn't too out of the way, and it was in a rather nice-looking area, unlike the second house that had clearly had some criminal activity going on as of late.

The inside wasn't too bad either. It definitely required a few touch ups and better furniture, but it was infinitely more liveable the fourth apartment had looked. It was even affordable, sitting squarely at their top bracket of £700,000. It had three bedrooms, and they had already decided to use the other two as a guest room and an office. The more they were showed around, the more they fell in love.

Unfortunately, it wasn't meant to be, as the estate agent received a message that he quickly relayed to the two women. "I'm sorry, but someone just put an offer in for the house. It's no longer on the market." He clearly saw the way their faces dropped at the words. "It's possible the offer will fall through. I can call you to keep you updated, if you'd like."

"No, that's okay." Fareeha said, wrapping her arm around Angela and pulling her close.

"Thank you." Angela smiled as the agent showed them out.

They sat in silence for most of the drive back. Fareeha could tell Angela was as upset as she was, and as much as she wanted to say something to comfort her, she knew that them both being upset would get her nowhere. The best thing to do would be get back to base, grab some food, get in bed and find some random tv show to binge watch. Maybe they could rewatch Attack on Titan for the 7th time, or Death Note just to get Genji to stop pestering them to watch it.

"There was…one other place I liked…" Angela spoke, interrupting Fareeha's thoughts.

"Oh?"

"If you take the next right turn and follow the road straight on then turn left…it's there." Fareeha could hear how unsure she was about this. She couldn't imagine why she'd feel so awkward about this place. Even when they pulled up outside, she didn't see why. It was a great looking house, two stories with a sizable garden surrounding it, isolated but not so far out of the way that they would be cut off from anyone.

"I saw it three months ago. I booked a viewing as soon as I saw it, and it's the main reason I started thinking about moving. I love it." Angela smiled weakly.

"But?"

"But even if we cleared out both our accounts to buy this place, we'd still be £500,000 short." That was a pretty good reason for Angela to have not brought it up, but Fareeha had to admit that she was disappointed that a place like this would have to cost this much.

After spending another five minutes longingly staring at the house, they finally realised that they had to go back to base, to the tiny quarters that they shared together where they sat with chocolate and Death Note.

Somewhere between managing to watch the entire show in one go and watching the live action…'film', Fareeha knew what she had to do, waiting until Angela had fallen asleep before grabbing her tablet and going to her banks website, fully prepared to take out a big enough loan for her to cover the entire cost of the house (She had full faith that, upon finding out, Angela would transfer a large sum to her to cover part of the loan, if not offer to pay it back in full.).

She stopped short of beginning the application when her bank account appeared significantly heavier than it should've done.

She checked for the large transfer, certain that whoever dropped the massive amount of money in her account had made an equally as massive mistake. It appeared less of a mistake when, rather than one large payment, two transfers of the same high amount came up, both with a note attached to it.

Hope this covers it – UJread the first note.

And I hope this actually covers it. Don't mention it, kid – UG said the second.

With notes like that, there was no way the transfers were a mistake. Fareeha thought long and hard about who these people could be, but refused to keep thinking about it when it began to dawn on her.

It took Fareeha an insane amount of concentration to stop her hands from shaking as she drove Angela back to the house they had looked at not three days earlier. The blonde woman was blindfolded so she couldn't see where she was going, and after the first five minutes was obediently quiet and stopped asking where they were going.

She pulled up outside, carefully got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side, opening the door and allowing Angela to exit the vehicle.

"Fareeha, where are we?" Angela asked.

"Take off your blindfold and see." Fareeha grimaced at how nervous she sounded, trying her best not to pass out as her girlfriend removed the fabric obscuring her vision.

Her brows furrowed in confusion as she looked at the house behind Fareeha. "Liebling, why are we…here…" Her voice quieting when she saw the sign, which now proudly displayed 'SOLD'. Her eyes darted back to Fareeha, then the sign, then Fareeha again. "You didn't?"

Fareeha smiled and nodded. "I did."

"What? How?" Angela stuttered as she tried to find her words. "How did you afford this?!"

The Egyptian shrugged. "A couple…old friends found out somehow. They gave me -us- the money to do this, no strings attached."

She walked over to Angela and handed her the key, the shorter woman barely having gripped it before she was sprinting up the path to open the door, Fareeha jogging along behind her to find her stood in the foyer, looking around in awe.

"Welcome home, Angela."