Title: Against the rules

Chapter 05: Plans

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Tracer's POV

I kick the door closed in frustration.

"So fucking close!" I yell to myself and to the other occupant of this apartment. I was so close to catching her but she got away. How did she even manage to disappear so quickly anyway?

I pull my harness off and put it on its charging dock as I walk into the small kitchen area. I grab a tin of food from the bottom cupboard next to my sink and start cranking it open with the manual tin opener.

I would have bought the electronic one but most electronic devices fry when close to my harness and I'd much prefer to use my own muscles rather than something else doing something so simple for me.

I finally finish opening the can and the stench from it was enough to make me cringe but from years of smelling it, I've gotten used to it. I pick up the plastic bowl from the floor and empty the tin inside it.

I hear fast padding of feet as a large German Shepard dashes into the kitchen after hearing the food can. I use a fork to get the rest out of the bottom and to mush it out of its can shape.

"I'm surprised you didn't come earlier love." I said as I put the food down on the floor for my puppy dog. He's only a year old but he's grown so much.

His head dashes for the food even before the bowl hits the ground and he sloppily eats the canned dog food. I pick up his bowl of water and empty it into the sink before filling it back up with fresh water.

"Everything been looking good while I've been out Eric?" I ask patting his firm side as I bring his full water bowl back to the ground. The dog doesn't flinch as I touch him, all of his focus on his bowl of food.

I roll my eyes and walk into the next area of my apartment which is my living room that holds a sofa, coffee table and a laptop. I don't see the use in TVs just something else to waste money on while I'm not here.

I feel a rumble in my stomach and look back at the kitchen. What could I eat? All of that running must've taken it out of me. I walk back into the kitchen and open up the fridge to see almost nothing inside but old fruit and leftover pizza from when my dog carer came over to look after Eric while I was getting fixed up.

I pull the cardboard box out and lift the lid to see regular cheese pizza. I contemplate putting it in the microwave to heat it up but my protesting stomach says otherwise so I take the box into the living room without heating it up.

I sit on the couch and prop the box on the coffee table as I grab a slice. I wake up my laptop and take a bite out of my pizza as I log into the computer. Too many valuable files on this bad boy to leave it unlocked.

I stick the slice into my mouth and hold it there as I pull off my arm protectors tossing them onto the coffee table before grabbing the slice with my hand, taking a large bite before dropping the half eaten slice on the cardboard as I stand up to take my belt off. I chew on the cold dough tomato sauce and cheese as I fumble with the black belt, tossing it with the arm protectors.

I sit back on the sofa as the laptop lights up with my favourite airplaine as the background and some notifications in the corner. I chose to ignore them and go onto the already open window of Widowmaker's file.

I've slowly been working my way through this bad boy and it's shocking to say the least. From what I've read I'm not surprised that this woman has turned off all links to herself and to her human side.

I swallow the chuck of food as I carry on reading the bounty of everything that Overwatch has on Amélie Lacroix.

I munch on the pizza as I read a good portion of the file. I spend hours at a time reading this file and I'm surprised it hasn't come to an end yet with how fast I can read.

I soon finish the pizza and lay down on the couch with my laptop on my chest as I continue to read, fighting the urge to go to sleep after a very taxing day.

But soon enough, even I can't fight the inevitable.

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Widowmaker's POV

It was deep in the night. Well after most people was asleep and the streets only held older teenagers looking for trouble. I only took my visor for this mission, dashing along rooftops to find my ultimate goal.

I could see her balcony, I just had to jump down from this roof with enough forward thrust to land on it. But that would make a lot of noise, I need to be stealthy.

I lower myself over the edge of the rooftop and attached my grapple to the roof I'm holding on just in case this goes horribly wrong. I kick off the wall and land on the balcony rail with a soft ding from my partially metal shoes hitting the metal of the railing.

I bring my grapple back once I'm confident and slide off the railing to the base of the balcony. It took hours of planning this. I will not let a little balcony and a jump get in my way.

I stepped to the glass door leading into the apartment of Tracer, more commonly known as Lena Oxton around these parts when she covers up her harness.

The door surprisingly clicked open with little to no fuss, suggesting that she either forgot to lock it or she uses this door too much to lock it or she doesn't worry about people coming in.

The apartment was silent apart from soft breathing, suggesting that the woman was in fact, asleep. I step inside and leave the door open, just incase she wakes and I need to make a run for it.

Walking around the sofa I see her. She was laid on her side, a laptop in her grasp as it almost is falling off the edge of the sofa. I quickly step forward and pick up the laptop before it falls and breaks or wakes the brunette.

I place the turned off laptop onto the coffee table and look at the younger woman. Her goggles were pushed up into her messy, short, brown hair as she sleeps like a baby. Her face softer than I've ever seen it before, all of her worries seemed to disappeared and all that matters is the peace shes in.

I kneel slowly in front of the woman and activates my visor, making sure to get a picture of this woman that has caught my attention since I met her. My visor clicks back up once I'm happy with the images I get.

Looking down at her body I notice a vital problem. Her harness isn't strapped to her chest. I almost panic at the sight but the fact that I could still see her suggests that she isn't getting lost in time from the accident when she ridden the slipstream.

She must not need it on her all of the time but she needs it close to her. A quick look around the room confirms this as I see her harness on a holder and the glow from the blue orb seems to be stronger than earlier, suggesting that it was getting charged.

I don't fight my heart anymore, my hand slowly comes up to the wild hair of the brunette and my fingers slide through her short, soft hair. The softness surprises me with how it gets positions which makes it look like it would be thick with gel.

But apparently not. Tracer's warm scalp contrasts with my cold fingers making an odd sensation run up my arm. If I could have this every day of my life I would be content. Hell, I'd be happy. As long as Tracer was here.

The reason for me being here comes back into perspective as I remove my fingers from the dark hairs only to get a small groan of protest from the girl.

I smile at this, knowing my touch affects her so much. I turn slightly to see the coffee table, looking for something to write on and with. I see Tracer's weapons and belt, but nothing to write with.

I see a small writing pad and pen. I go to pick it up when I hear an ominous growl from in front of me. I look up slowly to see a huge dog, standing in its own bed and baring it's teeth at me.

Merde, I didn't know she had a dog. A big one at that.

I put my hands up in a peaceful sign as I stand up, ready to flee any second now. The dog slowly stalks up to me, it's huge body telling me it is some kind of German Shepard, probably a pedigree breed.

As soon as it gets close enough to pounce, it's big jaw opens and a thundering bark emits out of its mouth causing me to jump back a couple of inches.

"Fuckin' hell, Eric. Shurrup and leave the friggin thing alone. It's only nextdoors cat." I heard slurr from the couch, a thick British accent being expressed in her tired state.

The dog, Eric, still seemed ready to pick a fight any moment, only slightly disheartened by his master's order. Before the dog could bark again and fully awaken Tracer, I came up with a quick plan.

Picking up a dog treat off the coffee table I show it him. His ears perking up and tail swishing as he knew what it was. I lower it down to him and he snatches it out of my hand and starts munching it, not moving from Tracer's side.

I quickly pick up the notepad and pen and scrawl a note down on the sheet, saying things that need to be said only, not letting any emotion through as I finish up with my callsign.

But to be a little cheeky, I pull out my blue lipstick and apply some to my lips before pressing my lips to the sheet of paper, making sure it looked perfect.

I placed the notepad on the table and put the pen on top. Making sure when she wakes up she'll see it.

I quickly wipe off all of the lipstick from my lips and lower myself down to Tracer, this is all I'll allow to happen for tonight.

Placing my lips gently to a freckled cheek I try to show my affections to the sleeping girl but also trying to a build my confidence for tomorrow.

I stand and start making my way to the open doors to the balcony as the dog finishes his treat and jumps on top of Tracer, laying down and getting comfortable.

Tracer seems to be used to this as she only grunts slightly before no other noise was made.

Tonight was honestly the best night my memory would allow me to remember and I'm glad I won't ever have to forget again.

"Bonne nuit, Chérie." I whisper softly into the dark room which holds the woman of my dreams, hopefully all of this sneaking won't be for nothing.

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Tracer's POV

Rough tongue scraping to my face woke me up in the morning, along with the weight of this beast on top of me. I groan and push at him softly to no anvil.

I slowly open my eyes to see the energetic pooch laying on top of me his bright eyes exited for breakfast. I push at him again and he still doesn't move.

"You know, you're going to have to move for me to get you some food you overgrown beast." I grumble at him. He quickly jumps up and throws himself off the couch.

Without any other choice, I sit up and rub my eyes. I look on the ground expecting my laptop to be there but it wasn't. It was on the table. I'm sure I didn't put it down before sleep. I never do.

My notepad with blue writing on it and a blue pen was sat in front of my laptop. And I'm almost positive I didn't write that.

I pick up the notepad and see a writing style that could only be classed as sexy. Whoever wrote this must be posh or have the most sexy background.

I start to read, Eric nudging me every moment so I get up to grab him some food. But his nudging is easy to block out.

Bonjour Chérie,

I know you want this as much as I do. Meet me at the public house "Green horn" at 3pm. Don't be late.

From Widowmaker.

P.s. your dog is terrifying.

I sit in shock for a moment. The kiss on the bottom of the sheet doing wonders for my body. Widowmaker was here last night? She wants to meet me? What do I want just as much as her? Come on Lena, you know what you want from her.

I blush bright red and put the notepad down, Eric's nudging starting to get irritating now. I stand and walk into the kitchen only to stop halfway there in front of a mirror.

Is that blue lipstick on my cheek?!