Author's note: Thank you for all the feedback from the second chapter. I know many of you are wondering about the profile changes with Grif and Simmons. But don't worry, I'll be able to explain all that, remember how I said Grif was an ace pilot/driver. I felt he could do more as a guy out of Fast and Furious than a drunken Demoman, and yes TF2 reference. Simmons will be a little hesitant later on I just simply forgot to change his identity. And for why I made Tucker the shortest, I was trying to make him similar to Genji and I felt like all the other guys would be the heights I guessed. Anyway, back to the story. Also, not much action will happen in the beginning.
[With Mercy]
She was at a place in Switzerland, on the front door of a hospital made for the mentally ill, a psychiatric hospital in Zürich. Her home, her old ancestor once had to visit a place like this back in the late 1970s. She saw the white 5 story building with bulletproof glass in place.
She had scheduled an appointment ahead of time for an arrangement to see and check out the former medic. She walked through the front lobby where people in wheelchairs and robes were roaming about. She made her way to the front desk, "Excuse me," she said to a male nurse at the front desk, "Do you happen to know where I might find my brother?" She lied to the nurse.
The man scrolled down the computer at his desk, "Yes, I need a last and first name, please." He asked.
Angela smiled, "Yes, of course, Dufranse, Frank." She said casually.
The man double checked by looking up at her, "Frank Dufranse?" He asked scared and confused.
Mercy had a confused look for a second, "Yes, is everything okay?" She asked concerned for her health.
The young man shook his head, "No, nothing is wrong, it's just..." He hesitated, "The man hasn't had a visitor for a few years." He whispered to Angela.
She gulped as the young nurse gave her a visitor's pass, "He's in room 5-O." He said as she went to the elevator.
[5 minutes later]
Mercy was at the front door of room 5-O, she gulped as she opened the door to see a horror room. What she didn't expect was to see a man in a rope to be doing yoga with the sun through the windows. She coughed to announce herself, "Excuse me, would you happen to be former medic, Dr. Dufranse?" She asked so innocently.
He turned his head showing his brown eyes, "Why yes, is something wrong?" He asked seeming nervous of the answer.
Angela shook her head, "No, no, nothing like that, I have good news actually." She pulled out a lavender paper. She gave the paper to the other former medic, "You've been cleared to leave the hospital under my supervision." She said as Dufranse looked through the paper.
He skimmed through the paper, "It says here that I'm heading to you under the authority of Overwatch, but weren't you guys disbanded?" He asked to stir clear of future trouble.
Angela scratched the back of her neck, "Well, Yes but however the world may not admit it but, it needs men like you." She said to him with her blue eyes.
He handed her the packet, "I'd love to help, but with my extreme mental conditions," He said pointing to his skull, "I don't see how much help, I'll be. I'd probably be a health hazard." He said as he went back to doing yoga.
She though about what to say next carefully, "I can help you cure it." The medic she was talking to stopped in his tracks, "I'm a fellow doctor and I believe I can help you relieve yourself from that split personality. I am certified in that field as well as many others. But you must help us." She pleaded to him with her hands together.
Doc stopped dead in his tracks puzzling over it.
[5 minutes later, at the checkout point of the hospital]
The man behind the counter was giving Frank all his gear back to him. He went down the list, "One stress ball, one mood ring, one yoga mat," He said as Frank put all his stuff into a duffel bag. He pulled out a purple looking G shaped object, "One medical scanner and healing gun." He said as he handed Dufranse the object. He pulled out something heavy, "One double shot rocket launcher." Doc grabbed it then handed it to Dr. Zeigler.
She looked at him in confusion, "Why are you giving me this?" She asked.
Doc was shaking his hands nervously, "I just don't trust the other me." He said as they walked out the front door. She put the rocket launcher into the trunk and Frank put his bag into the back seat. Frank touched the tips of his fingertips together, "So am I the only choice left?" He asked.
She kept her eyes on the road, "Not exactly, you're the one I was assigned to get, let's hope the others will be as co-operative as you have been." She said as she worried for McCree and Zenyatta.
[With McCree]
He was somewhere in Northern Canada, for a Dance Academy that was where the pink guy was currently located. He looked into one room wearing a visitor's pass, allowing him entry to see the dancers. He came across the teacher and that she'd be able to help, "Excuse me, ma'am, I was wondering if you can help me find a Franklin Delano Donut, by any chance." He asked as the woman pointed to the next door over.
He went into the room, his boot spurs ringing and spinning with each step he took. He saw a stage leading to the center of the room, he saw random people with pens and pencils jotting notes at a table. But what he saw center stage made him freeze up dead in his tracks. He saw a lightish red ribbon attached to a white stick being spun around a soft hand accompanied by a smooth pale face, from a man. He became speechles.
Now, McCree has been known to be an attractive male given his many distinct features. But when he came face to face with this man, he lost all words as he thought...
(In the words of a fluffy comedian, 'I was gay for like 5 seconds')
[Tell me who says that and you get a cookie.]
He focused back on the mission as the man finished up his performance, and walked towards his bag. He pulled out a tall plastic sports bottle, and gulped it down as he was wiping sweat off him with a towel.
McCree approached him slowly and moved forward as his boots alerted the lightish red ribbon twirler of his presence. The male ballerina glanced over at McCree, "Wow, I didn't think the costume party was til next week." He said so cheerfully, "What brings you around here, stranger?" He asked.
McCree looked at the profile photo real quick, "I would hope so, Mr. Donut, I..." He began.
Donut raised his hand, "Mr. Donut was my Dad's name, call me Donut, or if you prefer 00Donut." He corrected.
McCree began again, "Well, Donut, I and the group I work with, a team called Overwatch, really wanted you to join our ranks." He said.
Donut scratched the back of his head, "I don't really know, on one hand you guys were heroes, on the other you were disbanded," He stroked his chin, "I don't know." He said.
McCree stepped closer, "Please, I hope you join us, right now we're more desperate and more in need of someone like you than ever." He said as his soft brown eyes met Donut's deep blue eyes.
Donut made a childish face thinking about it, "Mmmmm-Alright, but it's cause I like being helpful, not because I think you're cute or anything." Donut finished, leaving McCree confused.
"Wha-What?" McCree asked with his face turning red.
Donut had another question as he grabbed his stuff, "So anyone else joining this team?" He asked.
McCree nodded, "A lot more than you think, let's hope they'll agree." He hoped.
[With Zenyatta]
He had made it to a village like town with a mechanic shop located on the edge of the city, somewhere in Mexico. The omnic had chosen to walk, while meditating will cause many people in the area to be in fear of him. He walked as many people living in homes looked at him in fear as he remembered the Omnic Crisis. He continued on his way as he used his energy to find who he was searching through this town for.
He had found the auto shop he was looking for with the name of it being 'Gepetto's Mechanics'. Zenyatta had entered through the open garage door which was left wide open while someone in brown overalls looked under a vehicle.
Zenyatta walked over towards him, "Excuse me, my friend, do you happen to know of an omnic by the name of Lopez?" He asked.
{translation for Spanish}
"{I don't know what you want with him but he's busy at the moment.}" was the worker's response.
"Oh Spanish, {I need his help to save people from possible uprising, please.}" Zenyatta requested.
"{1. I understand English, 2. much like the Omnic Crisis?}" the worker asked.
Zenyatta reverted back to English, "Yes, I feel as though our enemies are about to strike a match causing a wide spread war. And I believe that this new ally of ours can benefit us." He finished.
The worker stopped, "{One question, why in the hell should I fight for this world, when it treats me like shit}" He asked as he came out from under the car to reveal himself as none other than the brown omnic known as Lopez.
Unlike most omnics that have the different number of lights on their forehead, Lopez had been in possession of a smooth skull like plate. Even the bottom part of his jaw was extremely different, instead of the smooth unemotional line for a mouth, it was replaced with air filters. He knew he looked different from all omnics, he didn't care, if anything it made him unique, and he enjoyed.
Zenyatta commented on his appearance, "You are not like any other, both inside and out, if you aid us in our time of need maybe I can..." He said reaching for his shoulder.
Lopez smacked his hand away, and begun to think, "{Fine I'll join but as soon as this is over, don't ever talk to me. Until then, just stay out of my way, unless you wish to get shot.}" Lopez said as he grabbed SMG clips from a nearby red toolbox.
He closed up his Auto shop, and began to head out to the ship Zenyatta had arrived on.
Lopez kept to himself as he turned his ears off and plugged into his men. Zenyatta did not wish to bother him because he feared doing so would only anger him more than necessary. Zenyatta instead typed onto a device sending to Winston that the metal companion has joined the team.
[With Winston]
He was still back at his place making sure that the rest of the group were on their way back. During this time he was reporting with Torbjorn, Tracer, Pharah, and Genji to make sure that they knew where Church was. Still no sights.
He slammed his hairy fist on the table, "Dammit, where on earth is he?" He kept asking himself.
[1 mile north of the Artic Overwatch Base]
Church was still trudging through the snow, trying to maintain his balance under him. He felt as though he couldn't last much longer in the snowy conditions. If he didn't receive shelter soon, he would fall face first in an icy grave, made just for him.
He began moving side to side just to keep his feet under him with his body. Church opened his icy eyelids slowly due to the cold making it nearly impossible to lift them up. He began to think he was hallucinating because from a mile away he saw what looked like an antenna. He approached more and more to find out, almost a mile away there was a radio antenna.
Church had finally received a break for the first time, in a long time.
Author's Note: Sorry that took forever, good time to let you know why I haven't posted in a while. I've just been being busy with school, and I was coping through some depression, I'm fine now. Also I have a challenge for you all: If one of you tell me how many followers and favorites me and all my stories have, that'd be appreciated. I can't offer you guys anything, but thank you anyway if one of you do it.