Title: Against the rules

Chapter 29: Be prepared part 2

AN: Let's find out more about Sombra. reviews are appreciated and apologies for taking so long to update.

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Sombra's POV

I watch Ewa for a moment. I know something is wrong. All evidence points to this and it's making my curiosity crawl, begging me to investigate.

But information is only given when you wait for the right opportunity, and right now, this was not the right opportunity.

But suggestions keep on twisting my will. Maybe she asked the question and Ana refused? No, that wasn't like Ana. From what I got from yesterday they love each other dearly.

Maybe the love got too intense for one of them, my bet would be Ana from her rocky mental stability in the past. But I still doubt it. Maybe it's something that I don't know about them that is the problem.

I'll have to dig deeper into Ewa. Maybe Ana too. But right now I have to prepare. Not just myself but also Hana because I know her concentration sways occasionally.

I shift my gaze to the smaller figure of Hana, who is currently hunched over a small device. I look over her shoulder and see the familiar GUI of a game that Hana likes.

This particular game want online so I could do this with less risk of getting my ass kicked into next week.

I open up my own gloved interface and hack into her device. I switch off the game and then locked the device using my own technology.

I hear an irritated huff come out of the suit clad girl. Her eyes coming up to meet my own over her shoulder. Her eyes were squinted softly in an attempt to glare but her face was too cute for it to have any affect on me.

"Concentrate Pequeño." I chide softly, like a mother would a child. The thought shocked me for a moment but I pushed it down and tried to concentrate on something else.

She huffs again as she gets up, going to her large mech suit to work on some of the fixing and possible changes she might have had to do to it.

Although I tried, the thought regurgitated back into my subconsciousness, it's deeper meaning affecting my ability to think properly.

As a child, I was sent to an orphanage after my parents died. They told me it was a gang attack. I wouldn't be surprised if it was to be fair. However, at this orphanage, I was the oldest, the maturest (believe it or not.) I soon took charge of the children, guiding them like I was their parent.

One day a small boy came to me and called me "Mami" it touched me so much. But I knew I was never their parent. I couldn't protect them from what happened next. Not like a real parent would.

Talon agents swarmed the orphanage. Shooting anything in their way for the fun of it. I tried saving many of them. But it was fruitless. I managed to get the small boy out, the only one I managed to get out.

I later saw him with a bullet wound to his thigh. I was so preoccupied with my grief, guilt and the rush to get him out that I didn't check sooner for potential wounds. I guess I thought it couldn't get any worse than mass murder of innocent, parentless children.

He died from infection. I couldn't save him even though I fought so hard to do so. He was gone. My only "child" left that I tried to protect was gone.

I guess that's why I'm the way I am now. Using humour and cockeyness to deflect people from the real pain I hide in my deepest darkest parts. I haven't even told Hana about this part of me. The ugliest part. The blackest, most scarred part of me.

"Sombra? You alright?" I hear Hana suddenly ask, I look up from the ground where my eyes stared for so long to see real concern on her face.

My first reaction was to laugh it off, maybe make a sexual joke. But the longer I thought about it the more it made sense to tell her. Tell her what's in the matt black oyster that is my past.

Hana got really concerned, not used to this melancholy state I seem to be locked in. Time seems to skip as one moment she was with her mech and the next she was by my side, gripping my shoulder with one of her small hands.

"What is it Kokoa?" Hana asks, her care making me cringe, the last person that I cared for died in my arms.

I could feel more about to bounce out of Hana's mouth so I quickly beat her to it, trying to come up with what to say on the spot, not sure how to bring up a conversation this serious.

"I- uh… it's my past…" I manage out awkwardly. It's so hard to say something so simple, maybe she'll freak out once she knows what's happened.

Hana's face seems to change into confusion then a splash of happiness before it changes back into support and concern.

Did she want to hear about my past? Why didn't she ask? Now that I think about it, Hana is very shy and doesn't like to be the messenger of bad news. I guess that's admirable in my love.

I look around the room and see a lot of people I didn't want knowing about this, I change my mind quickly.

"I'll… uh… I'll tell you later babe." I mutter to her, earning a frown at first but it soon morphed into an understanding smile.

She gives me a quick kiss on the cheek, pressing her forehead into my temple for a small while afterwards to show her true affection and support towards me before going back to her mech suit.

I look back to the ground, I feel gut wrenching guilt from not telling her but I'm not ready for everyone to know yet. I'd much prefer to talk to her about it later when we're alone.

I push down all of my rotten feelings, I have to act normal from now on. No one can know. Conceal the truth. Don't feel anything related to the truth.

I hear an aggravating scrape that is just being repeated. I try to ignore it but the sound is annoying and making my ears hurt.

I twist my head on and see Ewa minding her own business while sharpening her knives. So that's where the noise is from.

Ewa isn't usually the one to draw attention to herself so she wouldn't do this if it wasn't completely necessary. Or if she didn't realise how much noise she was making.

Upon closer inspection I saw a pair of black in ear headphones in her ears, distracting her from the world around her. Something must be wrong with her if she's completely shutting off her hearing.

I really do have to inspect further.

I suddenly feel a large weight smack into my stomach, knocking the air out of me, I turn to see the source and find the bag of supplies that I put into Hana's mech so I can work on some more equipment.

I look up to see Hana stood in front me, her arms crossed and brow quirking in mock question.

"Next time, carry your own gear." I hear her huff at me, her chest pushing out slightly to express her dominance.

I smile shaking my head, she's really adorable. I open the bag and check through the stuff to see if anything is broken. Luckily I made them strong just in case they get impacted during battle.

I feel Hana taking a seat beside me, her hand dropping onto my knee in slight support, god I hope she isn't bringing that back up again.

"Why do you keep on looking at Ewa?" she unexpectedly asks, causing me to rethink the comment I was going to say if she brought up a conversation I didn't want to have right now.

"something's happening between Ewa and Ana. I'm trying to figure it out." I whisper to her. Carrying on going through my bag.

I feel her shift slightly as she looks at the two women in question, her nose and eyes probably scrunching in thought as she sees what's going on.

"Yeah. Something doesn't feel right." she whispers back, turning back so it doesn't seem too suspicious.

"I'll tell you more when I've got some clear insight." I say lowly, moving a little closer so she can hear what I'm saying.

Hana frowns looking at me, "What if they don't want you meddling in their business?"

"Oh don't be a spoil sport Hana." I huff leaning into her, burying my head into her neck.

She laughs lightly brushing her fingers through my hair gently. I relax into her touch taking a deep sniff of her intoxicating scent.

"Just don't get in trouble babe. I know you enjoy doing this stuff so I won't stop you." Hana whispers placing a kiss on my forehead.

I jump up and pull her face to my own in a happy exited kiss. She yelps at first but responds soon after. We pull away after a moment.

"Thank you baby." I say gratefully pulling her into a tight hug.

I feel her hand stroke by back tenderly, avoiding the sockets down the center of my back.

"Your welcome Kokoa." she whispers, holding me like I was the love of her life.

We pull away at the sound of someone stepping away from their group. I look to see Mercy on the phone, bouncing on the spot as she waits for someone to pick up.

Her eyes light up, suggesting that the person picked up. "Hey, Lena. Can you pick up some stuff for me?" she asks before listing off some places and her order number, having already paid for everything.

After that Mercy sent a small thank you before saying her goodbyes and hanging up the phone, slipping it into a pocket that is unseen from anyone on the outside.

I feel a pang of pain in my chest. If Mercy doesn't get this, Widowmaker will be dead from her body's withdrawal. I'd lose someone I called a friend when no one else was, even though we were complete bitches to each other.

Hana must have sensed my thoughts as she continues to rub my back reassuringly, her fingers pressing in slightly to ease my tense muscles.

"Don't worry, she's the world's best doctor, she'll save her." Hana says, her hand continuing it's repeating journey.

"I hope so." I whisper, trying to hide the raw emotion in my body but my voice still seemed to crack slightly.

What would I do if Widowmaker died? Who would I pester relentlessly or help out when they need it. Who could I call my friend? Yeah, the other people here are great but they're not Wi- no, her name is Amélie and I will respect that for the rest of her life. However long it is.

But I hope to some god, if any existed, that she has a long, happy life. A life where she's her own person.

A life with Lena.