A/N: Wow hello okay this chapter is pretty sad. As in, it involves failed conception, miscarriage and one of them finding out she is infertile. Now if reading that will cause any harm in any way possible, skip ahead to the next chapter. It's far happier.

When Angela and Fareeha had made the monumental decision to expand their family, neither of them expected it to be so difficult.

Science was at a point where two people who naturally wouldn't be able to have a child together could now do so through cell manipulation. They'd decided that, with Fareeha currently in the process of becoming Strike Commander, it would be better for Angela to be the one to carry the child.

When the first attempt didn't result in a pregnancy, neither Angela or Fareeha worried too much. By the eighth attempt, they started to grow concerned, but assumed the lack of success was down to Angela now being 45 more than anything else.

They were both on their way home after the seventeenth attempt. The first time, they were excited even though they both knew it probably wasn't going to work straight away, but this time they sat mostly in silence until Angela quietly spoke up.

"If it doesn't work this time, I don't want to try anymore.". Angela stared at her hands, both currently resting on her lower abdomen. She didn't want to look at Fareeha. She didn't even want to tell Fareeha, but she knew she had to make it clear, especially if she was sat staring at another negative symbol in a months' time with Fareeha encouraging her to try again.

Fareeha sighed. Angela continued to stare at her hands, and she watched in silence as one of her wife's hands gently unfolded hers, so she could hold one. "I understand. We don't need to talk about it now, but there's always other options after this". Angela felt a faint smile ghost her lips as her hand was squeezed reassuringly. "I support whatever you want.".

"Thanks for understanding." Angela finally brought herself to look at Fareeha. She smiled at her, and her wife quickly glanced over to return the smile.

If there was anything Angela had grown to hate over the past two years, it was that pregnancy tests still took two minutes to actually show a result. She still remembered the first few times, how her and Fareeha sat excitedly discussing the future, only to be sat there in disappointment as the second line never showed up.

Now, they both sat in silence, Fareeha scrolling through her phone while Angela stared at the result window, as if she could will the second line into existence. She truly wanted it to work this time, she didn't want to give up.

The shriek she let out when the second line slowly faded into existence caused Fareeha to throw her phone with such force that it hit the ceiling then promptly fell down and smacked her on top of her head.

"Did it work?" Fareeha asked, grinning madly as she nursed the top of her head. She looked at the pregnancy test that Angela was still staring in awe at. She said nothing in response, and did nothing as Fareeha gripped her in a tight hug.

It finally worked.

Angela knew something was wrong.

Shortly after she had the positive test, the morning sickness began, as did the breast tenderness. Out of nowhere, both of those things stopped, but that wasn't to say she felt perfectly okay. She still felt nauseous, but it was different.

It was when she was working and suddenly had severe cramping and had to run to the bathroom did she understand why. One of the other doctors in the medical wing tended to the situation discreetly. He kept asking Angela how she was doing, and if she wasn't already distraught, it would've annoyed her.

The moment the doctor confirmed everything was done, Angela made a beeline to Fareeha's office, not even wanting to consider what she was supposed to say to her, only being able to break down in tears the moment she stepped through the door and she heard it click closed behind her.

Fareeha's arms around her told her she understood and as she felt tears that weren't her own land on her shoulder, she knew she wasn't alone in her sadness.

"It's my fault…" Angela said quietly as she sat against the door, Fareeha next to her.

Fareeha wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "No it's not."

Angela shook her head. "It is." She carefully considered what she was going to say next. "I experimented on myself.".

A heavy silence fell between them, broken by Fareeha letting out a weak, "I know.".

"You don't-" Angela's breath hitched in her throat. "You don't know about this one…"

It had been a stupid decision she made over 20 years ago. Overwatch had only just began to take an interest her. She was working on a new batch of nanomachines, one that was meant to act as a short term cover all vaccine for areas in crisis. It worked by identifying cells normally within the host, and attacking anything that wasn't supposed to be there and convinced that she had made them correctly, she decided to test them on herself.

The three days following injection were spent either lying in bed with a cold towel on her forehead or in the bathroom and she deemed it unfit to use. She later discovered that she hadn't programmed their kill switch correctly, and that they would attack even neutralising nanomachines, leaving her stuck with them forever.

She had eventually figured out a solution to stop them attacking other nanomachines by retroactively changing what little code she still could, and she thought she could neutralise them again, only for them to immediately go hostile against the neutralisers.

At the time, she left it, certain that she'd prevented them having an overly negative effect. Now she realised that their tendency to attack anything non-self had rendered her virtually unable to conceive, and definitely not able to carry a pregnancy.

As she explained this to her wife, she broke down into tears again, Fareeha quickly moving from her spot to wrap her arms around her and hold her close.

They didn't speak much after that, only holding each other close as they realised that, in all the years they had been together, this was the first time they had ever been truly heartbroken.