Title: Against the rules

Chapter 18: Commander Kowal

AN: if you want a lemon for each pairing then tell me so I can start them.

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Widowmaker's POV

I pull out my phone that I got with Sombra as I run towards where the ship will be waiting.

If this is my last moment of being me then I want to make sure Tracer is okay. I need to.

I quickly tap out a message, making sure it was obvious what I wanted and the price she'd pay if it wasn't done. I read over it.

"Sombra. Look after Tracer. Make sure she won't get hurt from anyone, even from me. Or I'll make sure everyone knows about the relationship you have with Hana and the nickname you have for her." satisfied with its content I press the send button.

I could hear the loud engines of the ship as I get closer. The phone vibrates and I look down at the message.

"What? Why?"

"Just do it. Commander Kowal found out." I quickly type back, sending it before turning the device off and tossing it aside, knowing full well that Talon with search me for anything that I shouldn't have.

The aircraft was just starting to touch down when I heard it. Something so familiar but so hard to listen to.

"Amélie!" a strangled cry from where I came from yelled out. I can't look back. If I do I won't be able to leave.

The door starts to open and I start to make my way to the opening. Trying to beat Tracer's erratic footsteps.

One metal boot clicks with the door before I get tackled from the side, knocking me away from the ship and off the edge with the extra weight.

I use my grapple to cling to the wall as I look at Tracer dead in the eye. She barely had time to get ready before she chased after me.

Her hair was a state, her jacket was obviously rushed on by the twists and kinks in it and her accelerator had some loose buckles that needed attending.

I could smell us on her. She didn't have time to wash before I had to leave. Why did she have to make this so hard.

"Please… please don't change. Don't let them change you." she sobs against me, her face tucking itself against my neck.

"Don't you get it? I can't stop them... Pick up the phone I dropped on the roof, I'll get in contact if they don't scrub my brain. But that is a very slim chance." I coddle her in my one free arm. My resolve slowly tearing down.

I could hear footsteps above and knew they would come check soon. I pull Tracer's face up to mine and share one last bitter kiss. I didn't want it to end like this but I couldn't change the facts.

I move us to the closest window opening and kick in the glass to the abandoned building, I help ease Tracer inside and she stops me from escaping by holding my hoodie openings before pressing her head to my jaw.

I kiss her head before I hear someone get closer to the edge, she seemed to hear it too as she let's me go with one last lingering look before I use my grapple to get to the top.

"You alright Widowmaker?" a soldier asks as he passes me my bag with my gun and some clothes.

"Oui. Let's get back to base. I have some errands to run." I say almost bored. Jesus it's scary how quick I can move from loving to emotionless.

But I guess I have to in this line of work.

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The four soldiers that walked me down last time stood outside of the corridor that leads to the commander's office.

They notice me and stand beside the door, the woman moving to open the door for me.

After its opened wide I step through, expecting them to follow but the slam of the heavy door that made me look back to double check shows that no one is following me.

What is she trying to get at here? If she really wanted to intimidate me she could have had me dragged to her office, that would have made me more likely to piss myself.

The silent corridor didn't give me answers but I knew that the door at the end of the corridor would, even if it was only for a moment.

I walk down the corridor faster than I would if anyone was with me. I might as well get this over with.

Would she shoot me? Would she sweep my mind? She wouldn't shoot me, she needs me. Doesn't she? A sweep would be more effective. And cheep.

But what would they do to Tracer? I would let them kill me if they would leave her alone. But that wouldn't be fair on her.

This is so complicated! Why did I have to get us both into this shit? Why couldn't I just take my time and kill some bastards that needed it and not go chasing after the one that holds my heart in her hands.

I sigh heavily as I come up to the wooden door. Now it is time to face my actions.

I push the handle down and walk in to see Commander Kowal pacing in front of her desk nervously. She was wearing a black pant suit, her blazer tossed on the back of her leather seat showing her dark red blouse that is tucked into her pants.

She turns to look at me and makes a signal with her and and I shut the door from her command as she leans against the desk looking at the ground like it kicked her dog.

"What were you thinking?" she almost growls as I stand stiller than any prey that is in complete shock. At my lack of answer she continues.

"If anyone important would have saw you they would have had your head and mine. And don't get me started on Tracer, they would wipe your mind and send you to her like a hunting dog after a injured rabbit. Your lucky only I caught you." she bursts out, standing from her desk as her skinny fingers flex in expression.

"And what will you do to me Commander?" I ask without wanting to, these emotions are taking over too much. I fight the urge to cover my mouth as I meet her gaze.

"Do you love her?" she asks throwing me off guard a little with the pure emotion in her tone. She seems to see this and carries on.

"I have someone very dear to me... Her name is Ana… I never knew I loved her till… till she lost her eye and I thought… I thought I'd lose her."

It hit me then, I remember shooting someone in the eye with that name, she used to be Overwatch. Everyone thinks she's dead. She isn't dead? Why doesn't Kowal want me dead for hurting her?

"Calm yourself. You was ordered to do it. She's fine now… What I'm saying is… I won't do anything to the both of you. Me and my Ana are planning something. And once she finds out you're on board she the plan will only go smoother."

"Why?" I ask simply, too much going through my head to comprehend anything.

"Because Talon, Overwatch. They're not what they used to be. We're dragging them down and building something new. Something better. Where we won't have to hide love or be afraid of each other." she says, her words full of passion and hope.

"How? They can shut all of this down in seconds if they find out." hope is a dangerous thing, we need to look at it from a deeper perspective.

"Don't worry about that. I've got it all sorted out. Just don't make it too obvious. You're dismissed." she finishes, giving me a honest smile. Showing her wrinkles from a long life and I knew she was dangerous. Even if she didn't look it.

I step towards the door, giving her a nod in respect but her words stop me from going further.

"I don't want you speaking about anything that was said in here until we are ready. You understand? And, think about how you feel for Lena… love is strange. But as soon as you put a label on it, it becomes so much easier."

And with those parting words, I nod and slip out the door, not wanting to intrude any more.

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Commander Kowal's POV

I sigh heavily. I'm getting too old for this shit. I need to call her.

I open my draw to reveal a black mobile phone. I pick it up and unlock it through several locks and procedures that have became as natural as breathing now.

I flick through my contacts to meet an image of me with a woman, her hair silver and pulled into a french braid with her finge flowing down and her right eye covered with a patch. Under her good eye was a tattoo from her culture which I always grazed with my lips every morning.

I click the green phone and press the mobile to my ear, my stomach flipping in eager to hear her heavy accented voice that always soothed me.

"Who could be calling me at this time?" I hear her remark playfully, knowing it was me.

"Hey beautiful." I mumble into the phone earning a slight chuckle in response.

"I'm haven't been that for a while but I appreciate the gesture." she replies, her voice laced with sarcasm.

"Oh hush now you grumpy cat. I didn't call you during work to hear utter bullshit come out of your mouth." I reply, noticing I'm being a little snappier than usual.

"Okay, okay. What happened?" she continues like it never happened. Her voice revealing that she has a smirk written on her face.

"I had to tell Widowmaker about some of our plan. She's in love with Tracer from overwatch and she almost got caught jamming her tongue down her throat." I say, letting all of the stress come out as I lean back onto my chair.

"big day huh? I'm guessing she's on board then?" Ana replies softly as she relaxes too.

"Yeah. I just hope it doesn't kick us in the face." I growl softly as I pull out a ring box from my draw. Thinking about all the years I've known Ana.

"It won't Ewa. Now tell me something good or I'm hanging up on you." she playfully threatens as I hear her breath faster in a slight laugh.

"define "good" or should we skip to the part where we have phone sex because I'm always too tired when I come home?"

"I think we should skip to the phone sex."

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Widowmaker's POV

I lay on my bed, gazing up at the ceiling, questions buzzing around my head, all from one source. Lena.

God her name is beautiful. I've never really appreciated it before but now… it's breathtaking.

Think about how I feel… well I have no point of reference to compare it to. I never loved Gérard. He was just someone my mother wanted me to marry because I couldn't be seen with a woman because of my high status.

I do feel things for her. I do. Why is this so complicated? What is love?

Love is putting someone's needs before yours. It's selfless and honest and if you can still be together after that then you're in love. And just for a hint, you've both put each others needs before yourselves so get your head in that visor and message her.

The spider tells me, his voice strong and demanding but in an encouraging way.

You're surprisingly useful.

I just hear a slight scoff before he goes quiet again. I activate my visor and message the phone that Lena now has, hoping that she isn't too worked up.

And that she will still want me.