Overwatch: Time After Time
Summary: When a life is ended too early, sometimes there's a second chance. Such is the case of Mark Winters. After a freak accident involving his and his father's invention, Mark is granted another chance at life in the world of Overwatch. Using his newfound abilities, he fights to restore peace to the world. All the while falling in love with a brown-haired Brit who can wield time.
Here it is. The final chapter. I'm sorry it's so short, but I've ran out outta gas on this one. I might make a sequel if I can get a co-writer who is responsible, reliable, and really usefu...wait...that's a Thomas the Tank Engine reference...Okay, anywho, just a co-writer who is very good at what co-writer does. Sadly all good things must come to an end. Don't worry, there's plenty of family, and romance fluff in this one. It'll pull your heart strings.
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Rated Super T for suggestive content.
Chapter 6: Return
Location: Winter Technologies, Our World, Time: A Few Days Later
Steve's POV
I had been several days since my son had been returned to me, and things were not looking up. My son's mind was not what it used to be. Our personal physiologist which I hired after I started figuring out a way to bring my son back was sitting in a room with Mark. There was one-way glass installed so I could observe.
The physiologist began to ask questions.
"Do you know where you are?"
My son frowned.
"Yeah. In a Talon base. Now..I don't want to hurt anyone here, but if you don't let me go so help me I will start hurting people, and I will destroy anyone who stands in my way."
The physiologist stood up and left the room.
"I can't get through to him. He thinks everything he knows is real. Maybe you'll have better luck."
She pushed me into the room.
My son growled.
"You."
I took a deep breath.
"Mark...we need to talk..everything you know...it's not real. There's no Talon..there's no Overwatch. It's all a game. A game you got trapped in. I saved you. Please...come back to me my son."
"I'm not your son!"
"I have proof. I didn't want to show this to you unless I absolutely had to, but you leave me no choice, son. Bring it in."
One of my technicians handed me an manila envelope, and I opened it. It was the game case of Overwatch. I slid it in front of my son.
His eyebrows furled.
"What...what is this?"
"This is a game. Called Overwatch. You were trapped inside of it. We freed you. You're home. Where you belong."
My son shook his head.
"No..no...this is a trick...an illusion..."
My son's eyes rolled back into his head, and he collapsed. I called for help, and my son was taken back to the hospital ward.
Mark's POV
My eyes opened, and I saw nothing but blackness. I was in some sort of room. Suddenly a light shined down onto me as a familiar voice came through.
"Mark!"
"Genji! Where are you? How are you here?"
"No time for that. The man you are with. He speaks the truth. He's your father."
"But...how..?"
"All will be known in time. But first you have to wake up. There's an invention that will bring you back to us. Memories of your previous life will come back as you take the path home, and they're return is very painful, but you must keep going. No matter what. Now..wake up."
My eyes snapped open and I pushed myself off of the gurney, pushing the nurses and staff out of the way as a memory surfaced. I saw a little boy wrapped up in a blanket as he walked through the halls of a building holding someone's hand.
"Daddy? Why do we do what we do?"
"We make the future better and brighter, son. What we do preserves legacies. One day all of this will be yours."
"All mine?"
"All yours."
The boy giggled as he was picked up by the man. I snapped out of the memory and continued pushing on. More and more memories continued to surface, each one more painful then the last. Then one more memory came to me. I saw me and the man claiming to be my father working on what appeared to be a headset.
"We did it."
"Yep. We can run tests in the morning. Take it up to your room. I'll make the test preparations for tomorrow."
"Okay. Night, dad."
The memory me hugged the man, and grabbed the headset before the memory vanished. I found myself in a lab. Suddenly, Genji's voice was heard.
"In order for Mark to return to our world...he must be sent back by the one who sent him here in the first place."
My eyes blinked. I remembered all of it. The incident, my previous life. Everything. I looked over to my left and saw the headset. Just then, my father's voice was heard.
"Son..what are you doing?"
"I...I..have to...go...back..."
"You can't...we fixed the headset. You can never go back. You belong here. You have to preserve your legacy."
I turned around and faced him.
"What if I don't want a legacy? I found true purpose in the game. I was a hero..and..I found love.."
"But she's not real..."
"She's real to me! Send me back...I know how to get back."
My voice began to break.
"You...you have to let..you have to let me go dad."
"I...I can't.."
"Dad...remember when mom died? A few years ago?"
"I remember..but I don't see.."
"Mom said something to me before she passed. Go and live a happy life..I will never be happy here again...I'm hurting dad...I need to be free...you have to let me go..."
My dad began to cry.
"All your mother ever wanted for you was to be happy. What do you need me to do?"
I gulped.
"I need you to kill me."
"I can't..."
"You have to dad. I can clear your name. Make sure you don't go to jail."
I went over to the computer, and turned the cam on, clearing my face of tears. I began to speak, and record a video.
"I am Mark Saberius Winters, and this is my last will and statement. I asked my father to kill me because I was sick. I know I was never going to get any better. To Steve Winters, I leave my inheritance to him and to whoever he sells my shares of the company to. I also leave him the task of finding a someone to take his place after he passes whenever that may be. I leave my collection of video games to anyone who wants them. They will be free. I have made this will and statement in a sound state of mind. Signed, Mark Winters."
I ended the recording, and turned to my father, placing the helmet on my head.
"I'm ready."
My dad nodded and hugged me.
"I love you son."
"I love you too..dad..."
My father pushed the start button and I knew no more.
Location: Canadian Rockies, Overwatch Universe, Time: A few months after Mark's "Death"
My body ached with pain as I laid in a crater. Snow was falling down, and melting on my face.
"I'm home...I think..."
Sitting up, I pulled myself to my feet, but I winced heavily.
"Yep, something's broken. I need to find a radio."
I limped inside the broken down Talon building that I had my fight in. The burn and scuffs marks from the battle were still evident.
"Let's hope there's something I can use."
I found a radio and sent a jolt of electricity through it powering it up. Tuning into Overwatch's frequency, I radioed in.
"Overwatch..base...this is Lightknight...reporting in...is...is anyone there?"
A garbled voice came over the line. The voice was female...and it had an accent.
"It..can't..be..Mark...If you...are...really...Mark...what...is...my name..luv?"
"Lena...it's so good to hear your voice..."
The voice came through, this time much more clearer. There was no doubt it was her.
"Okay..How did Mark and I admit our feelings?"
"In a hospital room after you were taken by Talon. You said "Just go on and kiss me, you bloody fool."
There was an audible gasp followed by what sounded like tears of joy.
"Mark..it's..you..it's really you. Where are you?"
"Old Talon base...Canadian Rockies. I'm injured...badly."
"Just hold on, my luv. The cavalry is coming."
My eyes closed from the pain. The next thing I knew I heard beeping in a steady tone. I opened my eyes, my vision blurry, but starting to focus.
"I'm in a hospital..aren't I?"
A pair of familiar lips pressed against my own.
"You're alive...I can't believe it..."
"I missed you too, Lena."
My vision cleared to see the familiar glow of the Chronal Accelerator, and the brown-haired Brit wielding it. She smacked my cheek.
"Don't you ever disappear on me again, do you hear me?"
I smiled and pulled her into another kiss, holding her close to my body.
"Not a chance in hell."
Lena giggled.
"Speaking of hell..."
Winston came into the room, and he did NOT look happy at all. I gulped.
A Few Days Later...
A few days later, I was released from the hospital, and was moved into Lena's quarters which was now our quarters. The feeling was odd, but nice...in a weird sort of way. Winston gave me a sharp reprimanding about me going AWOL until I explained the situation to everyone which I was backed up by Genji and Hanzo. Everyone backed off then. The first three suits were still in my lab, and I was having the fourth one remade by my robots, but it would be much stronger and faster. And it wouldn't have a self-destruct device. As I limped into the quarters after using the shower, I noticed it was dark and lit up only by candles. There were rose petals on the bed.
Lena came up from behind me and wrapped her arms around me.
"Oh, Mark..."
I turned around to face her.
"Yes?"
She traced her finger along my bare chest before whispering to me in a husky voice.
"Let's take this to bed..."
I smirked.
"As the lady wishes..."
I gently picked her up and carried over to the bed, ignoring the pain in my body as I pulled off her Chronal Accelerator as she giggled with joy. A few minutes later the two of us laid intertwined on the bed, exhausted. As I pulled the covers over us, Lena snuggled into my chest, and I knew that nothing could come between us. After all...we had plenty of time to prove it.
The End
And that is a wrap! This was a real tear jerker for me to write. I hope you enjoyed the fluff at the end of this chapter, and the final scene between Mark and his father. I was thinking of having Steve kill Mark with a violent weapon, but then I'd have to raise the rating. So Mark is officially dead this time around. I don't think the brain can handle separation from it's body mentally more then once. So until next time, this is Saber The F4U Corsair, signing off!