Alright chapter 2. Gonna be honest I hope I do well for this story, like my others. A lot of people enjoy seeing some character popping up at some point. I may include Medic, considering he is the most important and that the ubercharge is possibly the best ability in the game. Alright I've said too much lets just get back to the story.

Tracer's POV

The last thing I expected was to see Tavish get knocked out by a frying pan he stumbled forward, groaning till he fell on his stomach. He rolled over, eye completely dazed.

"Did I forget to mention I'm from 1976," next Tavish passed out, or maybe fell asleep considering he was snoring.

"What?" was the only thing I said after he passed out. At first I thought he was dazed, then I remembered that he asked for the date. And that he was there when the explosion occurred.

"Winston luv', I could use your help in London. Found some one that could be a lot of help to saving the world," I said into my comm.

"Okay but be sure that he or she is willing to help. Rather not get tried for kidnapping," replied the augmented gorilla, "Angela is in the area. When you left I asked her to be on standby incase something happened while you were out."

"You worry too much Winston, I can take care of myself," I said with false annoyance which Winstkn laughed at, "But the guy I'm talking about probably needs mercy more than I do. Got knocked out pretty good by some debris."

"I call Mercy ahead of time so she can prepare to help him. I'm also sending a jet to pick you and Angela up," said Winston after a moment.

"Thanks luv', I'll see you later," I thanked Winston and ended the call before looking back at Tavish. He was about 6 feet which is pretty tall for this guy. He was missing his left eye and had some facial hair. What stood out though was that he smelled a lot like alcohol. I noticed that in his bag was the parachute that saved him from the impact of the ground, but also were dozens of bottles of whiskey, gin, and other drinks. I looked at him for a moment, thinking that he was probably drunk and that he was not thinking clearly.

While I was thinking a jet engine caught my attention. I waved it over, and it landed near the rubble of the destroyed building. The main door opened up to reveal Angela Zielger, or better known as Mercy. Mercy walked down the ramp to greet me, her smile changed to a worried frown when she saw I was shot in my left arm.

"I see that you didn't get of the fight with Reaper unscathed," said Mercy in a parent like fashion, Lets get you patched up."

Angela than activated her staff, sending a healing beam to my injured arm, which healed in a few seconds. I thanked her, but then remembered that Tavish was still unconscious.

"You know that new candidate, Winston told you about, that I found a little while ago," I remembered, Angela nodded, "Well he got a good hit in the head with some debris from the building that went down when he fought Reaper. Not sure what it was, but I do remember there sound it made when it hit him."

When Tavish was hit, there was a loud clang of medal that resounded in the empty lot. It had to be something flat, and metallic to make that sound.

"I think I found what knocked him out," said Angela as she picked up a frying pan. I had to suppress the urge to laugh at how Tavish took on Reaper and escaped a collapsing building, only to be knocked out by a stray frying pan.

"Let's get him on the jet and to base, there we can get him patched up," said Angela as she used a hover stretcher she brought with her from the jet to lift Tavish off the ground.

Once he was rolled onto the stretcher, Angela and I moved him to jet where he would head to base and get some proper help and medical attention.

Demoman's POV

'I feel like every bone in me body's broke.' I mentally groaned. The last thing I remember was telling Tracer I was from the past, and the aching in the back of my head says that I got hit with something hard.

'Eh buddy, good to see you waken up from your little nap, said the Eyelander. I opened my eye to see where he was. I turned to see him and my gear on a table. I looked around the room to see it was some sort of medical room.

'Nothing like Medics lab, mind you,' I mentally thought and slightly relieved because Medic can be questionably crazy at times. Sitting up I noticed I felt a little stiff. Standing up and getting dressed, I did some stretches to loosen up a little. Once fully stretched, I picked up my gear and sword, and left the room to explore.

Asni was walking I heard someone behind me. Turning to see that it was Tracer, bring what appeared to be breakfast. I turned around to greet her again.

"Morning lass, fancy meeting you here," I said with a good voice. Tracer looked up to see me standing in the hall.

"Guess that Mercy fixed you up pretty fast huh luv'," replied Tracer, "I brought you some breakfast, didn't really know what to get you so I got a bit of everything."

I gave a heartily laugh and took the tray from her hands and re-entered the medical room. "Now there is something that I don't usually get. A helping hand, if you work with a bunch of blockheads that mostly look out for themselves, don't expect a lot of staring with them."

I poured some coffee for her and myself. On the tray Tracer brought were some pancakes, sausages, scrambled eggs, toast, and some butter. I shared some of the breakfast with her, being a kind gent' and all.

After breakfast was finished, Tracer led me down the hall to a meeting room. The room was similar to the one back at Teufort. The only difference was that the coloring was minorly different. Other things included more computer monitors, seats, and that the roof was a triangle shape and had Windows.

At the end of the table was a white haired man that wore a red visor, blue jacket that had the numbers 76 on the back. Next to him on his left, was what I thought was a gorilla wearing white armor and glasses. And on his right was an elderly lady with a sort of tatto under her left eye, she wore a cloak, that was colored blue and partly grey. She was missing her right eye so that made feel less conscious about the only one with a missing eye.

"Ahh, good you're here. Thank you for coming, Mr. DeGroot," said the gorilla, that's gonna take some getting used to, "I would like to thank you for saving Tracer from Reaper and talon. But I would like to ask you something as well."

"Ask away mister Winston," I said to the gor- err, to Winston.

"How is it that a man from the twentieth century wind a century ahead of his time?", asked Winston. I froze for a split second wondering how he figured out I was from 1976.

"My friend was testing one of his inventions and he needed some help with it. I volunteered to help him out. Something went wrong with the darn thing, next thing I know, I wake in London, not sure how I got there, meet a girl faster than any other on earth, then have to fight against the self proclaimed Grim Reaper, or Angel of Death," I told them the tale of how I came to their time.

"Do you have any means of returning to your time?," asked the man in the center of the table.

"I'm afraid not, I think this was a one way trip," I said sadly. The three people at the end of the table understood that the world I know is no longer within his reach, "but no point on dueling on it. After all not much has changed from when I lived there."

I changed my tone quickly to something more upbeat. They nodded before standing up to greet me correctly.

"So, you care to explain what happened in the hundred years I missed. And a hundred years is a lot so could you keep it somewhat brief," I asked the three people who I just shook hands with.

"Well about 10 years ago the world created a new robot called 'Omnics.' The Omnics were built to help us and work with us, but some abused that control and treated the Omnics as slaves. The Omnics had incredibly advanced A.I.s, so they knew that they were being used, and they rebelled. This was the start of the first Omnic Crisis, and the Omnics were proving to be incredibly efficient. That was until the world put aside their differences and formed Overwatch: a peace keeping organization that defeated the rising Omnics and saved the world. About 5 years later, some terrorists started to come up and cause destruction and fear.

The public said that we failed to secure peace, and that they wanted Overwatch gone. We tried to prove we could still protect them, but what finally put Overwatch down was when a base in Switzerland was destroyed, killing three of the founding members of Overwatch. The UN put together an order called the Petras Act, it banned any and all Overwatch projects or missions. But now with the world falling apart and criminals popping up, I recalled all agents to duty. The world needs heroes now more than ever. And that brings me to my next question: Would you like to join us and save this world?", concluded Winston. It was a lot of info to take in, but I knew that theses guys needed the help. They did save my drunk arse from Reaper, I owe them that.

"Well I must be a blockhead to turn down an offer like that," I said which made them happy that I joined, "And as of now Mister Winston, you've got yourself a Demoman."

They all seemed surprised that my specialty was explosives. But the accepted me none the less.

"You're gunna need a false name so that Talon or any other government can't track you down," said 76 from my left.

"I used to work with another team back in '76, then we didn't really go by first names: we had code names for the field of combat we were good in. Mine was the Demoman," I said with pride.

"Welcome to Overwatch Demoman," said the woman with the eyepatch, "Let's get you settled in."

And there is chapter 2, Demomans in overwatch. Let's see if they can handle this explosives expert and his high drinking behavior. Leave a comment and I will see you all later.