Watchpoint Gibraltar, infirmary, two days later.
"You really don't need to be nervous, Amélie" Angela encouraged her patient with one of her infamous warm smiles. As a doctor, she was one of the most trusted persons at the Watchpoint, and that was largely because of how she treated her patients. They all felt comfortable around her. "We have discussed this already; there is nothing to be afraid of."
"Yeah, I know this" Amélie said "I know that you need to make sure my implants are working correctly. This just reminds me so much of Talon" she explained
"Oy, I doubt you had such charming company at Talon" Lena threw in. She had been with Amélie at all her appointments with Dr. Ziegler…at least the appointments where they discussed medical things.
"True" Amélie smiled. "Alright, I'm ready."
Angela nodded and walked around her desk, Amélie and Tracer in tow. She pulled a little stool closer and sat down on the side of the large glass tube, typing some commands into the console set up right next to it. The unit awoke to life with a faint hum, the interior of the glass tube being illuminated by bright blue-ish light.
Amélie looked at the tube which lifted itself upward, allowing access inside. She swallowed and reached up to the hem of the simple grey tank top she was wearing, pulling it over her head. The stripping part was the most uncomfortable memory she had from her weekly checkups at Talon. It was strange, for when she had been doing it, she didn't pay it much mind. She kind of shut her mind off and didn't think about it. But now? Now it was a lot different.
"Amélie?" Angela and Tracer asked at almost the same time.
"Oui?" Widow perked up a confused eyebrow.
"Luv, not that I mind, really, but why are you... undressing?" Lena blinked, and Angela just nodded with a slightly puzzled expression.
"What do you mean? Angela wanted to perform a physical examination, non? I still know how these scanners work from my time at Talon."
Angela carefully cleared her throat. "Amélie, the whole point of these full body scanners is that the patient doesn't have to get naked or anything."
Amélie held her halfway removed shirt in her arms, looking at it and her now exposed upper body. Tracer wasn't yet able to convince Widow to wear any underwear. She didn't like the feeling.
A wave of pictures rushed into her mind from all the times she had been checked. How everyone was staring at her while she was undressing. How the eyes of the doctors and scientists were always glued to her body, a lecherous smile on their lips.
It suddenly made sense.
"So, they..."
"I'm so sorry" Angela said, genuinely feeling bad for Widow in that moment while the French woman slipped her top back on. It wasn't the refined movement she usually displayed. It lacked the grace and elegance Amélie basically had in every way she moved, but instead was hastily and clumsy.
Amélie nodded and rushed toward the glass tube stepping inside. "But I do just stand here now, right? Or am I supposed to do something else?" she asked, a certain aggravation audible in her voice.
"Nono. Just stand there, that's quite alright" Angela said, pushing a button to close the glass tube around Widowmaker.
"You know, I kind of hate Talon more every time she tells me something about them" Lena said to Angela, stepping behind her and watching over her shoulder as the scanner created a three-dimensional image of Amélie, layer for layer; her skin, her organs, her bones, and everything which should not have been inside her body.
Which was a lot.
Angela gulped as she saw just how much Amélie's body really had been modified.
The image showed implants all along Widow's spinal cord, wires spreading into her body and connecting to more implants in different places. Her heart was covered with microscopic weaves, and her brain was filled with chips and regulators of various sizes and forms. One could clearly see that her beautiful eyes weren't fully organic, just as it was painfully obvious that her entire alimentary system was mostly controlled and enhanced by cybernetics. All of Widowmaker's bones had been coated with a honeycomb kind of structure. From her fingers to her ribs, each bone was enhanced in such a manner.
The computer was starting to figure out what each implant's apparent function was before more and more labels appeared on screen, describing the construction, material. and the job of each implant.
Angela pressed a hand over her mouth as more results kept appearing on screen.
Tracer was taking it a little bit better, since she had kind of been expecting something like this, but nevertheless, the full extent of Amélie's modifications was shocking.
"That is no problem." Angela said silently, inhaling sharply. "It's no problem" She shook her head "No problem."
"Luv?" Lena asked "What's no problem?"
"This" Angela gestured toward the screen. There were so many readings on the screen, it was all double Dutch to Tracer.
Mercy pressed the same button she used to close the scanner again and released Widow from her temporary glass prison.
"So, how fucked up am I?" she asked with a shrug.
Angela turned the screen a little so Amélie could see how her own body looked. "Oh." was everything Widow had to say.
"Amélie, I promise you this here and now…" Mercy started seriously, her hands trembling and her voice slightly shaky. Lena knew her best friend only got like this when something was really bothering her. "This-" Angela gestured toward the various implants, enhancements, transplantations, and whatever other changes Talon deemed a good idea. "-is not a problem. It is Talon technology. I understand that. So, I will not make any promises concerning removing it, simply because I don't yet know how these things affect your metabolism. But I can promise you this: I can replace it. I will not stop working until I come up with a way to get everything Talon created out of your body, one way or another. I might have to construct new implants, but I will sit down with you and I will explain each and every detail to you. Whatever happens, if I have to replace implants, the new ones are going to be yours. They won't be forced on you, nor will they do something you don't understand. I will tailor them to your needs and specifically for you, Amélie. You are going to be alright; I promise."
"Why are you so upset?" Amélie asked confused.
"Because they forced you into this. Everything about it is wrong. It goes completely against my understanding of what a doctor should do and it makes me mad! That, and the fact that they didn't even have the decency to do a proper job!"
"What do you mean?" Lena asked carefully.
"The implants aren't built to last forever. The scanner has already estimated that the first ones will probably fail in maybe two years. So, unless they planned on renewing them, your life had an expiration date."
"I really don't have much choice if I want to live longer than two years, then?" Amélie asked, sitting down on one of the six sickbeds.
"I'm afraid so, yes." Mercy replied, and Widow stayed silent for a while. It was Lena who spoke up for her lover.
"She's very uncomfortable about being unconscious and someone cutting her open."
"I can understand that" Angela nodded. "But maybe that won't be necessary. It should be possible to re-program the nanoprobes I used to enter your body, demount the existing implants, and replace them with newly constructed ones made of networking nanoprobes. The old implants would be dissolved and removed through your bloodstream."
"That's possible?" Lena asked.
"Please, Lena" Angela tilted her head "Two days ago I woke Fareeha up from her coma with re-programmed nanoprobes. I created them so they could do almost everything. Don't insult my creation"
"So…I stay awake?" Amélie asked.
"Mostly, yes. Though I have to say, judging from the sheer number of chips implanted in your brain, you might pass out sometime during the procedure." Angela explained calmly. She already had some ideas of how this all would work. If her theory was correct, and Mercy's medical hypothesis usually were, she would be able to replace or remove all of Widowmaker's Talon imposed implants with newer, better, and more reliable versions made from her nanoprobes. Without any restrictions, without any inhibitors or anything which would hold Amélie back. Well, apart from her slowed down heart. There was no way around that. Speeding it up again would cause it to burst. Mercy had suspected as much during their first conversation, and had brought it to Amélie's attention. Sure, in theory there were artificial hearts or donor organs, but at the end of the day, your own heart was your own heart, slowed down or not.
Widow looked at Tracer for a long moment, deep in thought about what she had been told.
That was when a beeping sound followed by an artificial female voice interrupted the trio's musings. "I am sorry to interrupt, Dr. Ziegler." Athena said "But I have a message for Agent Oxton."
"Athena?" Tracer looked up for some reason, thinking it would be impolite to not 'look' at the AI. Somehow, Lena thought Athena would be above her. "How did you know I was here."
"I'm aware of the position and current activity of all of Overwatch's personnel within the Watchpoint's perimeter, Agent Oxton. My biometrical sensors are linked to every room inside the Watchpoint and cover large areas of the outside area. You should be aware of that fact by now." the artificial female voice explained calmly.
"Shite" Tracer muttered under her breath, ignoring the teasing chuckle Amélie made.
"You don't need to trouble yourself. Your sexually intimate relationship with Widowmaker will not be disclosed to your superiors or anyone else for that matter. My privacy protection protocols prevent me from doing so. I am only allowed to disclose such information to Dr. Ziegler in case I suspect an impending danger to your health. But neither do I suspect such a thing, nor would I disclose new information to her."
"Alright, alright!" Lena hectically waved her arms in front of her beet-red face "I can't believe an AI watched us all the time...So much for not having exhibitionistic tendencies... How did I not think about that...?" Tracer uttered. "Ok, never mind. What was the message?"
"Commander Morrison wishes to speak to you. You have been assigned a mission for tomorrow morning. Please discuss the details with the commander, for he is waiting for you."
The same beeping sound which indicated Athena's interruption was heard again, signaling that the AI had retreated again.
"So..." Lena said awkwardly.
"You go talk to the commander, chérie" Widow said supportively "I think I want to ask Angela more questions. We'll talk about this later?"
"You got it!" Tracer smiled, leaning over to her girlfriend and giving her a chaste peck on her lips. "Take good care of her, luv" she said to Angela, before leaving the infirmary, Widowmaker looking after her with a longing gaze.
The door fell close again and Tracer was gone, yet Amélie's eyes were still resting on the place Lena had last been seen. She stared for a few moments, not moving even a little bit, before she spoke up again
"Angela?" she turned toward the doctor.
"Ja?" Mercy smiled softly, somehow having expected some kind of question would follow the silence soon. She had almost been hearing Widow's gears turn inside her head.
"Is it wrong for me to have a bad feeling at the thought of her going somewhere on a mission?" Amélie wanted to know. Was seeing someone you care about leave for a dangerous mission supposed to feel like this? Was this normal?
"You worry about her" Angela smiled. "That's what every caring partner does, I suppose."
"And should I tell her?"
Angela actually laughed at that. Not because the question had been funny, but more so because of how absolutely necessary it really was. Lena rarely had a working sense of self-preservation. Hell, her entire relationship with Widowmaker confirmed this. She had to be the only person Mercy was aware of who would be crazy enough to even think about dating Widow at a time when she was still an active Talon assassin. And not just anyone. Their crown jewel; the deadliest hitman to ever walk the face of earth. Then again, Lena always had a taste for the more interesting girls. "Of course you should tell her. Lena likes to take risks, as I'm sure you're well aware. Remind her who she has to come back to."
Amélie nodded silently, the gears in her head turning further and further.
"But it's alright if I let her go in the end? I don't have to tie her to the bed or something to prevent her from leaving?" Amélie asked carefully, and Angela just smiled. Here she was, sitting in the infirmary with Widowmaker, the formerly declared public enemy number one turned unexpected savior, turned friend, turned lover of her best friend and she was now explaining social behavior to her. Something Widowmaker was forced to forget. But also something she apparently was willing to re-learn for Lena's sake.
That girl never ceased to amaze.
"No" Angela giggled "You don't have to tie her to the bed. At least not for that. That's what relationships are about. Live and let live. Lena has always been a free spirit. Let her roam and go on her adventures; she needs it. I'm sure she'll be more than happy to take you with her as soon as she can."
An honest smile spread across Amélie's face, true and powerful like only very few smiles really were. "I'd like that." she hummed.
-/-
A few hours later:
The sound of a guitar was washing through the hallway while Angela and Widowmaker walked down said corridor. The soft tune was played with so many emotions, Amélie had never really heard something similar before. Since the hallway being flooded by these wonderful guitar sounds was the one connecting the various dorm rooms with each other, some agents had their doors open to listen to the music or had stepped outside to talk about who might be playing music for them with such raw emotion and power.
The further Amélie and Mercy walked, the louder the guitar got, and soon enough it was clear that someone wasn't only playing guitar; but someone was also singing along beautifully.
And both Angela as well as Widow knew the voice too well.
The Swiss doctor sighed, not really wanting to disturb Lena during one of her few hobbies, but still having to do it. She had to go back and check on Fareeha. So, she knocked at Tracer's closed door.
The singing and the guitar stopped, and one could hear someone moving inside the dorm room before the door was opened.
"Yeah?" Lena asked, sticking her head through the halfway opened door before her eyes fell on the two women standing outside "Oy, what a surprise!" She beamed, opening her door completely. She wasn't wearing anything much apart from some comfy shorts, her chronal accelerator and, what a surprise, another old Air Force shirt.
"Alight, Lena, here is the deal: I seem to have accidentally forgotten my pen in the office and I really need it, because I am going to check on Fareeha now, which might take me a little while. So, while I do that, I was wondering if you'd keep an eye on Widowmaker for a bit? I'll be back to pick her up soon." Mercy checked her nonexistent watch on her wrist "Let's say tomorrow morning?"
"I-" Tracer beamed even brighter, but didn't get to say something else before Amélie was almost shoved forward into her arms.
"You two have fun" Angela said silently before she closed the door into Tracer's dorm and turned to leave.
Inside, Lena was just holding her girlfriend for a moment, enjoying her wonderful scent and the sensation of her cool body pressed against hers.
"I didn't know you played the guitar." Amélie stated, just to say something.
"Well, I don't get around to doing it a lot." Lena replied with a shrug. "My father taught me."
"Your adoptive father or..."
"Yes, my adoptive father. He has a passion for music. Music, whisky, and saving people." Lena laughed, looking around in her room a little embarrassed. She wasn't exactly known for being a tidy person.
"That's quite the combination" Amélie chuckled, taking in Lena's little space. The guitar she had been playing just before was lying on the bed, the sheets were messy, and the chair which should have been in front of her desk was transformed into a makeshift clothes-rack, various different shirts, pants, and even some underwear piling up on it.
"Sorry for the disarray. I never really get around to actually cleaning up this place" Tracer said, letting herself flop down on top of the bed, taking the guitar off from it and leaning it against the wall to make some space for Amélie. She patted the place next to her, silently telling her girlfriend to sit down with her.
"I think it has charm. It's very... you" Amélie smiled as she sat down next to Lena. The smaller girl shifted closer to Amélie, putting her legs in the French woman's lap and her head against her shoulder. The room was silent except for the distant ticking of a clock, but it bothered neither of the women. It was moments like this Widow craved so much. The rare occasions of solitude and peace which she got to share with Lena close to her, the warmth of the other girl seeping into her own cold bones and the tips of her unruly brown her slightly tingling her skin. It was reminding her why she was here, who she was with, and what great importance it all held to her. Not for someone else but for herself alone.
The first and only thing she ever did for herself. And she would do it right.
"Have I already told you that you always smell really good, luv?" Lena murmured, inhaling Amélie's unique, fresh scent deeply.
"I don't mind hearing it" Amélie replied, allowing her hands to run up Lena's thighs in her lap.
"Mhhh" Lena hummed happily, cuddling closer to Amélie. "Luv, mind sharing what you discussed with Angela after I was gone?" Lena asked after a bit of comfortable silence. It was really important to her to know what would happen to her lover.
She felt Amélie shaking her head. "The most important part you still heard, I guess. She said she'd remove all the implants I currently have and replace them with ones she'll build for me. At least, those she can't remove. She said that chances are good that most of the implants and augments I currently have could be removed." Amélie explained.
"But aren't they good for something? I mean, they are doing something or otherwise they wouldn't be there, right?"
"Oui, you are right. But they only regulate minor adjustments, and Angela is confident that she can give more control back to my body. Maybe not immediately, but over time. She said it wouldn't affect my health; only my capability to fight. I told her I'd have to think about this and ask for your opinion..." Amélie's voice tailed off, and Tracer felt the former assassin's body stiffen.
Lena took her head off Amélie's shoulder and reached over to gently turn her lover's face toward hers. "Look at me" she said in a soft whisper. "Luv, do you even want to fight anymore?" she asked, still whispering, but her voice carrying a undeniable strength and a seriousness which weighed heavily in the little space between the two lovers.
"I..." her voice faltered, "I really don't know. It's in my blood now, I guess. The mere thought of killing someone again makes me excited... and that scares me. It isn't... normal, is it?"
Lena shook her head. "Listen, you don't have to fight. No one expects you to."
"Chérie, I wish it was that simple, really." She said. What she meant wasn't even the life she still owed to Reaper; the one hit she promised him in exchange for letting Mercy and her off the hook and escape to Diskon.
No, what she meant was that a side of her felt like she should stay away from the fight. That she enjoyed it way too much to do it. She was afraid that it might change something in her again. But then there also was the side of her which told her that she was throwing away her talent. That she could have an impact; an impact for a cause she actually supported.
Fight Talon. Tracer seemed to burn for that. The fiery spark she had in her eyes when she talked about missions where she fought the terror organization told Amélie everything she needed to know. Given that Widowmaker naturally wasn't a fan of Talon herself by now, supporting Lena in that endeavor seemed like a no brainer. It was probably the same part of her which also was worried for her lover. Amélie didn't like the thought of Tracer going off to missions all on her own and doing god knows what. Sure, she was a talented, skilled fighter, and experienced field operative and was accompanied by capable agents most of the time, but still. Amélie would feel a lot better if she were the one to accompany her lover on said missions.
If only for the sake of dying together should worse come to worst.
"Then explain it to me" Lena said sadly "So I can understand."
"I... I can't. It's... It's confusing." She couldn't word her thoughts. They were too complex. The fact that she felt like fighting more because of Tracer felt really odd; like something she wasn't capable of saying without sounding absolutely mad or like she was dependent on Tracer. But Amélie knew that was exactly true. She was dependent on Tracer. More than she cared to admit. She needed the Brit at her side to not feel uncomfortable. For someone who always stayed away from any attachments, who always deemed herself the lone wolf, she sure did grow attached to Tracer in no time. It was almost a bit scary. But it couldn't be helped.
"You'll be fine on your mission tomorrow, won't you?" Amélie suddenly asked "I don't want you to be hurt."
Lena giggled cutely "Aww, luv, I'll be alright; don't worry. It's just a simple pickup mission. Nothing to it, really." she smiled and cringed internally. It wasn't really the truth. While Morrison was, indeed, sending her on a pickup mission together with DVa and Zenyatta, the simplicity of said mission wasn't really there. It was, in fact, anything else but simple. They were being sent to Stuttgart in Germany to find an old re-activated Bastion unit which roamed the forests surrounding the city. It was suspected that said Bastion unit had somehow rid itself from the programming of the Jormungand god-program. Morrison wanted to bring the Bastion unit in to study it more closely. Not really your average walk in the park kind of mission. How did you convince an Omnic frontline robot to come with you? They hoped Zenyatta would be able to help with that.
"I'm worried" Amélie stated.
"Don't be."
"But I am. I know the way you fight. You are reckless, and you don't care about your own safety. You take risks. You get sloppy sometimes. Don't you dare not coming back or even coming back injured."
"Yes, Ma'am." Lena laughed and gave Amélie a mock salute before she leaned in and kissed her girlfriend gently "I promise to be careful." she whispered against her lips before capturing them once again. Small, innocent pecks at first, but they soon grew more passionate, more intense, and before they knew it, their lips were crashing together, fighting for dominance as both women fell back onto the bed, their tongues dancing around each other.
Lena kissed a hot trail over Amélie's jaw line and down her neck, carefully nibbling at the sensitive pulse-point and contemplating for a moment to give her lover a very obvious hickey on that place.
"Wait" Amélie moaned, pushing Tracer off with little effort.
"Something wrong?"
Widow just smirked "The last times I got all the fun. Your turn, chérie."
"Well, I won't say no to that" Lena beamed, rolling away from Amélie "In that case, let me quickly grab something" she said, standing up and shuffling through her drawers. "where did I put that damn thing..." she muttered to herself.
Amélie perked an eyebrow up "Lena, if you dare to pull out some toy now, I will kill you."
Tracer laughed cheerfully "No, no, nothing like that. I don't even have toys... well not here anyway. What I'm searching for is... there it is" she pulled a small wristband out of one of the drawers before quickly walking back to the bed and sitting down. Leaning over to her lover, she showed her what she had gotten. It looked like a watch at first glance, but upon closer inspection, it became apparent that it didn't show time. Instead, it had a small blue, glowing circle hovering above the place where the clock-face would have been. "I told you about this thing, didn't I?"
"The smaller version of your anchor, right?"
"Yep, that's it" Lena said, putting the device around her wrist. "So, now I can take that harness off." She said that while her hands moved to the buckles on her shoulders, but were intercepted by Amélie.
"Allow me" she said in a husky tone, before her long, slender fingers quickly worked on the belts, loosening them enough to slide them down Lena's shoulders. Amélie worked quickly but carefully, undoing each and every clasp and buckle there was, before Lena's chronal accelerator was almost falling off.
"You ok?" Amélie asked carefully.
"Sure, just take it off. It's alright." Lena said, and helped Amélie lift the rather heavy device above her head. Widow placed the vital machine carefully to the side of Lena's bed.
"Urgh, I feel so naked" Lena giggled, letting her hands run over her body. She didn't really take off her harness often, for reasons she didn't really know. She just grew so used to wearing it that it kind of felt odd to not wear the machine anymore.
"But you aren't" Widowmaker smirked, her golden eyes resting on Tracer. "not yet."
"What an accurate observation" Lena teased. "What can we do against that?"
"Stand up. Strip." Widow pointed at a place in front of the bed and Lena did as she was told, getting out of the bed and standing at the place her lover pointed her to.
"I like it when you get bossy." she admitted with a hot blush on her cheeks while she peeled her old Air Force shirt off her body before she pushed her shorts down and stepped out of them, leaving her in nothing but a comfortable bra and some grey knickers.
"Everything, chérie. Get naked." Amélie ordered.
"Yes, Ma'am" Tracer teased, unclasping her bra and slowly - very slowly - and definitely with the full intent of making Widow wait for it, removing the piece of clothing before she let it fall to the ground. She turned around and started to pull her knickers down over her perfectly shaped ass, just a little bit to tease Amélie even more. Lena pulled the fabric further and further, bending forward to give her lover a perfect view of her behind and most likely even more.
Her panties fell to the ground, and Tracer stepped out of them, turning back around. Widow was still sitting on her bed, leaning against the wall and beckoning her closer with her finger, a seductive smirk on her lips. Lena slowly walked closer to her breathtaking lover, who still hadn't bothered to take off even a single item of her clothing. Lena didn't really mind, because she knew that she was up for some good fun. Crawling across the last bit of the small bed she let out a surprised yelp when Amélie suddenly pulled her into her lap, wrapping her arms around her and pulling her in for a passionate kiss. Her lips wandered away from Lena's mouth and quickly downward, where they found one of the already hardened buds on Lena's perfectly sized breasts. Amélie sucked one of those buds into her mouth, carefully biting down on it.
Lena let out an excited moan, her hands reaching for Amélie.
"Hands behind your back, chérie." Widow told her firmly. A hot wave rushed through Lena as she found herself obeying without a second thought. Usually she was the one giving these kinds of orders to others, but for some reason it felt amazing to be told what to do my Amélie.
"Good girl" Widow hummed, going back to work on Lena's breasts. Her left arm was still wrapped tightly around Lena's hot waist, preventing her from escaping from Widow's lap, while her other hand slowly slid upward on Lena's thigh, her nails scratching the warm skin in an arousing manner. Her cool fingers turned inside Lena's thigh the further they glided upward and, soon enough, Amélie let the back of her hands brush over Tracer's most private area. She barely touched it, but her lover still moaned in excitement. She repeated this time after time again, each time carefully granting the beautiful Brit so willingly kneeling in her lap a little more of her touch. A bit stronger, a little more to the center. Soon enough, her fingers were sliding in between Tracer's folds, her excitement drenching Amélie's hand.
Tracer was moaning and breathing loudly, struggling to keep her body upright, and Widow took great pleasure in watching Lena squirm and writhe under her touch, the excitement the brown-haired beauty felt was too obvious, yet she still tried her best to keep her composure.
"Amé..." Tracer hummed, looking at the satisfied smirk on her lover's lips. "I'm... so-"
Someone suddenly hammered against the door. Widowmaker wasn't the least bit bothered by that. She kept her fingers where they were, teasingly playing with Tracer's soaking wet sex, her other arm keeping Tracer in place, whose head shot toward the door.
"Ignore it." Widow instructed, aggressively claiming Tracer's lips and kissing her passionately. She could barely contain a grin when she felt Lena's body tensing up more and more while she kept intensifying her caress of her lover's nether regions.
Lena's eyes rolled inside her head as she felt Amélie flick her fingers around just like she enjoyed it the most. Her whole body went rigid, and the knocking on her door soon completely forgotten as she let out a loud cry of sheer pleasure; one mostly caught by Widow's lips.
Lena collapsed forward and into Amélie's arms who held her close, letting Lena's head rest on her shoulder. She felt the Brit's hot breath against her neck and couldn't stop smiling. It was wonderful to watch Lena become undone like that.
For Lena, the world around her was nothing but Amélie's scent and the sound of her own heartbeat for what felt like an hour.
But, unfortunately, Tracer was made aware that the rapid sound of her heart beating really wasn't her heart at all.
Someone was still knocking on the door like a madman.
"Unni?" Hana's voice urged through the door and into the couple's ears. "Unni?! Are you alright? Unni? I swear, if you don't open this door right now, I break the door down!" there was a pause where the tiny Hana apparently realized she would probably break her legs if she tried to kick a door. "Ok, I will get Reinhardt to break the door down, but I will come in nevertheless. Unni?!"
Lena groaned in frustration, peeling herself out of Amélie's arms.
"Who is this annoyance?" the French woman asked.
"A friend with an innocent mind." Lena replied, stumbling out of bed and toward the door.
"Chérie you're still-"
The door opened.
A girl shrieked.
"-naked" Widow said to herself, leaning back in the bed further so whoever that girl was wouldn't catch a glimpse at her. Luckily, the bed was placed against the wall of the bathroom, very much like your typical hotel room was usually laid out too. At least that made it impossible to see the bed from the door.
"Unni, why aren't you w-wearing anything?! There is underwear you know?!" Hana gasped, pressing her hands over her eyes.
"I have a visitor. What is it Hana? You're kind of disturbing something." Tracer said, not beating around the bush at all. She wanted to get back into bed now.
"S-Sorry. I heard you scream and thought you w-were in trouble. I-I didn't know you- you... uuhhh." Hana was red as a tomato and probably hot as lava.
"Does it look like I'm in trouble, luv?" Lena asked, tilting her head and kind of amused about how had such an innocent mind still. It made teasing her all the more fun…despite being a little bit on the cruel side, maybe.
"N-No. You look like you just had..." uttered, but didn't dare to speak the last word. She was embarrassed and jealous all at the same time.
"Sex. Correct. And it was really good sex too, up until now. I'd like to get back to it, if you don't mind. I'll see you for the mission tomorrow, alright?" Lena said, and tried to at least sound positive about it.
"Sure thing! I'm so sorry! Uhm... Have fun?" Hana tried, absolutely not sure what one was supposed to say in such a situation. Get banging? That's a no.
"I sure as hell will" Lena laughed before she closed the door again.
She quickly made her way back to the bed. "What was that about?" Amélie asked.
"Not important" Lena waved it off "What's important is why aren't you naked yet?"
"Oh? Is that how we'll play now?"
"It is." Lena smirked. "How did you put it so nicely? Strip!"
Outside Hana was breathing heavily, trying to calm down again. She heard Lena talk to someone, but she didn't understand anything. God, Tracer was so cool. So casual about everything. She just opened the door stark naked without caring for it in the slightest. Hana would have never dared to do that. But dear god was Lena beautiful. Hana just wished she could be more like her. More confident. More outgoing. Not hide behind that slightly arrogant attitude she had.
But she couldn't.
Tracer was someone she'd always aspire to be like. She couldn't wait for the mission tomorrow, especially the flight to Germany. Hana would drill Lena with questions. She really needed her advice. Lena obviously had a lot of experience when it came to dating people and Hana could use some help. There was someone she was really interested in, but she had no idea how to go about things.
Lena surely knew how to talk to a guy.
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Talon Headquarters for South East Asia, currently somewhere in the yellow sea.
Had Reaper known that he'd one day sit behind a desk, he would have probably tied himself a noose and searched for the nearest tree. He had always hated desks. Even when he was the Commander of Blackwatch, he had someone do all the paperwork for him. He preferred being out in the field. It was where he lived and where he worked. His entire being was made for battle.
Desks weren't battle. They were boring.
But he reminded himself that he must never forget that he was fighting a battle here. A battle in the shadows, fought not with guns and tanks, but with the most powerful weapon ever.
Knowledge.
And he was rapidly gaining more and more of it. The luxurious office he was given as the now head of Talon was filled with files…a lot of them still in the form of paper, documents, and whatever was inside all those boxes Gerda had somehow managed to carry here to him by herself.
He didn't like the idea of Gerda following him around. He didn't like the idea of being given a slave. The whole idea felt wrong and disgusting. He also wondered if she was really here to observe him. And while he was definitely not too proud to admit that she had impressed him, he still considered her a threat. In the end, he knew there were only two people in the world he could trust. One was Jack Morrison, and the other one wasn't important right now. He hadn't seen her in a long time, just like they all had agreed when they started this mission... madness... whatever it was.
Yet, he had finally found the big jackpot.
Everything Talon had to offer. All he had to do now was search the little needle inside this huge stack of hay. He was sure it would be well hidden.
Gabriel had begun to pile files in three different stacks. The largest, so far, was the "useless" stack. Information related to everything he didn't need. The second largest was the "good leads" stack, which had some promising documents and dossiers neatly piled above each other, and the third one was "direct leads". It was empty so far.
Of course it was empty. Reaper didn't expect that someone would be stupid enough to write the name he was looking for plainly into the list of personnel.
Reaper groaned, rubbing his hands over what was left of his face. He liked taking off his mask when he was alone. It felt better, and it made breathing easier helping him to forget what happened.
That damn mission in Zürich sure blew up in his face. Literally. Despite being staged, it hadn't gone well.
A part of him just wished Ziegler would have left him to die instead of fucking him up like he was now.
His rational side knew she was only trying to save his life…like she always did. She gave it her all. And he was already dead at the time.
Mercy brought him back.
And he hated her for it. Simple as that.
"Mr. Reyes?" Gerda's voice called from the door. "May I come in?"
Reaper reached for his mask and put it back on.
"Come in, Gerda." he said loudly.
The door opened and the small frame of the maid walked inside. She quickly danced around all the stacks of documents inside the office and made her way to Reaper's desk.
"The big boss told me to congratulate you on a job well done. He is very proud of you and wishes you the best of luck. He said you can use Talon at your own choosing, but you will still be given certain goals he expects you to achieve."
"What is his deal? Why give up on all this? And you for that matter?"
"That I cannot tell" Gerda said, looking apologetically. "As for me, I'm no longer beneficial to my former master's situation."
"His loss" Reaper shrugged. "Is there anything else you needed?"
"The report from the sappers your... predecessor sent to Diskon is now finished. It seems during the investigation one of the escorting fighter jets was shot down by an unknown enemy. Minutes prior, the pilot reported the possible sighting of an Orca shuttle."
"Overwatch?"
"Possibly. The sappers weren't able to salvage anything usable from the wrecks of the freighter or the tanker. We don't know what happened."
"Mh." Reaper grumbled.
"I apologize, Sir, it will never happen again."
"Not your fault, Gerda. Sometimes you win. Sometimes you lose. It doesn't matter. Leave the report on my desk somewhere and take the rest of the day off."
"Day... off?" The maid's eyes were wide with shock. She wasn't being punished for this?! That never happened before. Usually her master would always beat her up if things went wrong.
"Sure. I think I can go and get my coffee on my own. At least, I always could before last week."
"I never had a day off" Gerda stated dumbstruck.
"Then it's about time." Reaper stood up, walking around his desk and toward a pile of documents where he remembered he last saw something useful before. "Now get out here, please."
"Of course, Mr. Reyes. Thank you."
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A/N:
Soo, another one down! I know I probably shouldn't publish all of my saved up chapters so fast, because I will run out of them (aka I just ran out of them) and then there is going to be a longer pause before I can publish again. But I did it anyway.
"Yes, because you have no patience..."
-I have no... Amélie don't say things like that all the time!
"But it's true. You have none"
-I'm dealing with you, I have enough patience.
"Rude!"
-Call me rude again and I won't drive you to Lena tonight...
"Pardon! You aren't rude... "
-You know what they say about the hand which feeds you, right?
"Don't bite it? I'd never bite you."
-Yeah... I know you wouldn't. Now get ready, I doubt Lena wants to see you wrapped in a towel... scratch that. Get dressed anyway.
Excuse me guys. She is a handful. Where were we? Ah yes, the next update. I guess the next chapter will take me a bit longer. I still have to finish some term papers and unfortunately they do take priority. This story will of course continue, no worries about that, but I cannot promise you an update within the next week. Sorry, but you know, real life is more important, as much as I don't want it to be.
Tracer has been playing the guitar in this chapter, simply because I think she'd be the kind of girl who'd play it. Imagine her sitting at a bonfire and playing, just to make all the other girls swoon for her. Should you wonder what she has been playing, well there are three options really.
Originally I thought she's playing "Follow Me" from Uncle Kracker. Then I heard "Savior" From Rise Against and thought that would also be pretty cool. And then, finally, I thought she could also play one of my long time favorite songs, "Kryptonite" from 3 Doors Down.
In the end Tracer played whatever you thought she'd play and sing in this situation. These were just my thoughts ^^
Anyway, that's it from me today!
I wanted to thank everyone for your continued support! Keep it up, to me you're all rockstars.
Special thanks, as we all know by now, goes to my three angels.
"You coming now, or what?"
-Yeah, yeah, I just need the keys!
Alright, I'll be going now. See you all in the next one
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