* JM // SOLDIER: 76

Julia had just come off stage from her set for the evening, stopping by the bar to have a drink and support her coworker by sticking around for the next performer. Drink in hand, she made her way along the bar, finding an empty seat. “Mind if I join you?” 

“No, of course you can join.” Jack almost immediately answered as he turned to look at the young woman. “That was great.” He said with a slight smile, taking a sip of his beer as he looked back away.

She grinned at that. It really was Jack Morrison. Now to just play it cool and not make it blatantly obvious she knew the name. Luckily, Hana considered herself fairly good at putting on an act. “I was a pro gamer a bit back home but now I mostly just stream, so like video games.” And back home battles, but she doubted she’d be streaming any of that here in Washington. “I also technically do some work with mechanics but I don’t think anyone’s really a fan of me for that.” She nodded at that, deciding she’d take it as recognition even if it wasn’t perfect. “I wouldn’t be too cocky, my aim is pretty good myself.” And definitely improving. “Got some recent work in taking shots mid air, and it went great,” Better than she expected anyways. “Besides, I play to win.”

“Sounds cool,” Jack admitted, he had never really looked at video games that much in his life. When he had been young, he was overwhelmed with the farm. And when he grew up, he had gotten into too many things with the army to even take a look at it. “If ever you do a stream anytime soon, send me a notice, I’ll come and check it out.” He said with a slight smile. “Hey, you never know. I was a big fan of my mechanic friend back home. I mean technically he was an engineer but he did some mechanic too. Fixed our cars, guns, stuff. ‘Was great.” Truth be told, Jack actually missed Torbjorn, since it was who he was talking about at this moment. But he knew there was little to no chance for him to go back. “Oh that-.. That actually was kind of a joke.” He admitted. “I’m a decent shooter, but I literally had an aimbot assist on my gun back home. Honestly if you move too much my aiming accuracy might go fast from ninety percent to two in like.. Seconds.”

“I never had the taste for tea,” he admitted. “Though, it wasn’t bad. Just not my thing,” he shook his head. “A bit of people have said they like tea better though,” he smiled. “I’ll have to give it a try,” he said. “I don’t.. really want to get addicted to it.”    

“At least you’re not as disrespectful as my father on this. He called tea disgusting dirty water and pretended to throw up anytime I drank some.” He said, making a face and shaking his head. “Yeah, I think no one wants that.”

“Any time Jack. Just….not all the time, ja?” Angela sighed, following Jack to the room. As he made his way in, she closed the door behind her and headed to the sink to wash up. “So…..are you allowed to tell me why the fuck you are here or is it something….classified?” Angela turned back to him as she dried her hands, chewing on her lip. There were more than enough instances of not being allowed to know information that she just knew how to process the incident without trying to pry. She gently lead Jack to the exam table, shaking her head. “I…..I really hope you weren’t doing anything dangerous or insane, Jack. I don’t know if my heart can take it.”

“Not all the time. Noted.” Jack nodded slowly as he leaned his back against the wall, attempting to relieve himself from the pain he was feeling while walking. Taking in a deep breath, the young man looked over at his friend, shaking his head. “They didn’t send me here. I just got here out of nowhere, I thought I was alone for months.” He admitted with a slight sad smile. “Even if the UN got to us here I wouldn’t go back. I never wanted to be their toy.” He stated on a lower tone. He had hated every part of being the strike commander, because nothing that happened what was he actually commanded. They changed his every words, and every actions to fit the perfect image of a white asshole that they wanted him to be, that he really wasn’t. Following her to the exam table, he shook his head slowly. “That’s not.. Because of them. It’s just some mistakes from my past coming back to hit me. Hard.” He murmured. And somehow he wished it to vanish away. 

“Is there another drink you prefer?” Lucas asked, now curious how many people preferred something other than the dark liquid. “That’s what I keep hearing,” he laughed. “I don’t want t become dependent on it though,” he shook his head. “Or i might try the one without the caffeine too.” 

“I find tea better. It’s way less bitter, much more to my taste.” He admitted with a slight smile. Though coffee didn’t hurt when he was way too tired. “You should try that. Usually it has the same taste, just without the bad parts.”

“Mom never wanted me to have coffee, but this stuff is delicious! I mean truly, I don’t know why she wanted to keep me away from such a tasty yummy liquid. It’s a sin, really. Have you had it before? Isn’t it great!”

Jack couldn’t help but smile at the young man’s words. “Yeah, I’ve had coffee before. Not much to my taste though.” He admitted with a slight laugh. “You shouldn’t drink too much of it though. It got some addictive things in it. And it can mess you up quite a lot.”

When the man said her name, Angela paused for a moment before taking a long look at the man in front of her. “….Jack?” Angela truly saw her friend and just how injured the other was. “I…of course, boss. Come back here with me and I’ll get the Cadeuceous Staff ready.” Angela nodded to the woman sitting next to Jack before helping the other stand. “Let me know if I am hurting you, Jack.” The mention of Gabriel made Angela breathe a sigh of relief. Thankfully the two leaders of Overwatch had found themselves again in this strange place. “The room is right through here.” She gestured through the room towards the back.

As Jack listened to her, the commander nodded slowly. He had been expecting anyone else but her to be here, but somehow, the young man was glad it was someone he knew who was here to help him. “Thank you Ange.” Holding onto her to get up, Jack raised his eyebrows at her words. “I’m a tough man, you can’t hurt me that easily.” He pointed out with a slight shrug before he leaded the way toward the room she gestured too.

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“I-I’m not trying to hurt myself, it’s just there’s a couple of dictionary type books in the box and I may have made it a bit too heavy, I suppose..” Sam nearly tripped as he moved towards the male, though he was able to steady himself enough to hand off the box. “I may need to drag myself to the gym soon.”

“I see. Let me?” He asked again before he had taken the box in his arms. For Jack, it wasn’t that heavy. The SEP was maybe helping with it, but he thought it was actually really light. “Possibly. As long as you do it for you.” He said with a slight smile. “So, open the door? I can get that box wherever you want me to put it.”

Angela had been rushing in and out of appointments all day. First she had to cancel breakfast with Poe because of an emergency call at the hospital, which then made her late opening the clinic. Now it seemed that after the 4th everyone and their mother needed to be seen for various wounds or ailments that they had been neglecting. As she ushered the last patient out, Angela took a moment to herself and gently touched a photo sitting on her desk. One of the early photos of Overwatch, when they were all happy and together. The moment passed quickly, however and she was back out in the office to call the next patient. It was all walkins at this point, so she just stepped out and asked for the next patient. When her eyes scanned the room, an elderly woman gestured to the gentleman sitting next to her. Angela walked over to the almost familiar face and gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Excuse me? Are you alright? Do you need me to call an ambulance?” While she was a doctor, she was not equipped to handle very serious wounds at her clinic.

A bit surprised at the hand on his shoulder, Jack looked back up. It was a strange mix of confusion and surprise when he saw the woman in front of him, getting him not to react immediately but just frown, then raise his eyebrows. “Angela..?” He asked, taking in another deep breath. “Please don’t.” He murmured when she asked if he needed an ambulance. “I already went to the hospital, I just-.. Uh, got out. I just need it all the be checked out because it hurts like hell. And Gabriel is gonna kill me if he knows I got out of bed.”

gabriel didn’t think that jack would be able to change vincent, but he kept  that to himself. telling him that it wouldn’t work would do nothing, after all - jack was too stubborn to let this go. all gabriel could do at this point was hope that he could stop vincent from hurting jack again. “jack. he literally just stabbed you. repeatedly.” he sighed. he didn’t understand how jack could always be so optimistic. it was both an attractive trait, and an annoying one. it depended on the circumstances.

“i know, but even the stuff i did was enough to make me glad i was born in a city.” gabriel smiled at jack. “but if you were born in the city, i think i’d miss your corn-fed ass.” he loved jack just the way he was. “aren’t there machines or omnics for that? i mean, i get not using them during the crisis, but stuff. by hand?” ouch. “yeehaw? please tell that to mccree.” his two idiot country boys, one a cowboy and one a corn-fed farmer boy. how did he get mixed up with them? 

smiling at jack as he took his hand again, gabriel tried to get comfortable. “always, jackie.” he kissed jack’s hand just as a nurse walked in with a syringe and made their way over to the iv attached to jack. gabriel didn’t watch as the drug was administered, he turned his attention to jack. “i’ll be right here when you wake up again.”

Gabriel’s words got Jack to understand it was probably useless to try to hide it. But god, he was going to try because if Vincent knew Gabriel was aware, he was going to get more hurt than he could even think about. “I didn’t tell you that.” He only murmured, swallowing hardly. Shaking his head finally, he looked away from it. “I don’t remember what happened.” He said lowly. Fucking lie. He remembered every second of it, and it was probably what hurt the most. “I just.. Know he brought me here. That’s all.” And fuck, it was hurting more than anything else to have to hide the truth from him.

Chuckling at his words, Jack shook his head. “Tsk, lightweight.” He teased, biting his lips. “Nah, we used to do everything by hand. My dad didn’t like to use machines, that’s why we were a bit on the slow side. But there’s also something calming into doing all of this by hand you know.” He said with a smile. “You get to understand what you’re doing more than if you use machines since you do it yourself. I could build you a farm anywhere and be able to do this all over again now. As long as, you know, there’s some land where I can actually do farming stuff.” He shrugged. “Please don’t say that to Jesse. He’s gonna tease me with it forever. I was twelve and I was stupid.” He raised his eyebrows, before smiling slightly. “But to be fair, he’s thirteen now and I remember I used to ride him. In the other farms, they went around riding horses, and I was riding a fucking bull. That’s why they weren’t annoying me.”

Jack squeezed Gabriel’s hand gently, looking at him. He didn’t want to ever let go of him, that’s just what he was starting to think. He knew he couldn’t do anything without this man by his side. Looking at the nurse as he saw her leave afterward, he just mouthed a thank you, before he turned back his attention to Gabriel. “I know.. You’re always there.” He spoke slowly, moving his other hand up on Gabriel’s cheek. “I love you so much.” He added, tilting his head slightly before he pulled Gabriel’s hand to him to kiss the back of it slowly. “I don’t feel like I deserve you.” He murmured.

Valjean looked at himself in the reflection of the window. He was…young, or at least younger. Moments ago he was living peacefully after death…now he was certain he was alive, the overwhelming sights and sounds of this strange new world told him as much…he wasn’t sure he liked it.

“Monsieur/Madamoiselle! Monsieur/Madamoiselle perhaps you could help me. Where am I? I’m completely lost and not at all where I’m supposed to be.” He explained, alarm in his voice and panic in his eyes.

Looking at the man, Jack tilted his head slightly, a smile appearing on his lips. “That’s French, isn’t it? I can’t speak a word of French. Or maybe I can just say Bonjour.” He said, actually proud of himself - God, if Gerard or Amelie heard him they would kill him. “Washington, DC, my friend. I guess it’s pretty different from France, but I hope we’re as friendly as you people from the country of love.”

“Pardon me, would you mind getting that door for me? I’m awfully sorry to have to bother you, it’s just if I try and open the door to the library all my books will hit the ground and we worked so hard on getting these donations..” Sam offered a pleading smile, cheeks pinking up as he fumbled to carry even the box he was holding.

Now that he was finally allowed out of the house again, for his wounds had healed quite a lot, Jack was enjoying the warmth of the sun, hoping for some quiet. However, as he heard the young man ask for help, the soldier turned around immediately. “Of course, I-.. Please don’t hurt yourself.” He said slowly before he placed his hands on the box. “Let me help you? I’m stronger than other people.”

“hey, hello there!” harry yelled, running over to the first person he saw “hey, can you tell me where i am & how the hell i could fall asleep in my bed in a small town & the next morning wake up on a park bench in a foreign city, or land?” he asked, eyebrows raised “did someone give me something in my sleep, or just threw me out from where i lived?”

Actually confused as for why a man he didn’t know came to him, Jack started to think maybe it was someone who remembered him from Overwatch, that maybe was not in it. Though, his words made him realize quite fast that it wasn’t it. “Oh-um..” Taking a deep breath, the young man tilted his head. “Well, magic I guess. You’re in Washington. Or.. What was Washington in that time, I think it’s 2020 or something like that.” He said with a shrug. “I don’t think so, I also just.. Appeared here out of nowhere. But I’m sure you’ll get used to living here, buddy.”

gabriel huffed. of course jack was right with that logic. “alright.” he would let it go and just try to let himself calm down later when vincent finally left. gabriel mostly stayed quiet, honestly just enjoying how jack was talking back to vincent. finally. he could watch jack do this all day, but sadly, he still wanted vincent out of their fucking house. he walked up beside jack and wrapped an arm around his waist to help him keep his balance, and also to show vincent that jack was his. “vincent, you don’t get to go gaslighting jack and blame this all on him. you abused him, and he’s hurt right now because of you and what you did. don’t go acting like you were a fucking saint.” at jack’s words, gabe nodded and kissed his temple. “alright, carino.” he focused back on vincent. “but seriously, get the fuck out before i call the cops on your ass for breaking and entering. maybe harassment,. too.” 

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vincent stayed silent through what jack was saying. fuck, he knew he was right, and somehow it was hitting him right in the guts. “and you didn’t even try to understand why i changed.” he said slowly. god, he knew it wasn’t on jack. it was on him, but he couldn’t continue blaming himself because he knew otherwise he wouldn’t even be able to keep going. and even though he wasn’t sure he did want that, he was trying. “oh really, threats now? well look.” he shrugged, looking at gabriel again. “you shut the fuck up, i’m not talking to you.” he turned right back to face jack. “you told him? so now to add with it you’re a fucking liar? that’s just great. you would be dead if it wasn’t for me.” he pointed out, raising his eyebrows before he took a step back. “but sure, alright, i’m leaving. i just wanted to talk. calmly. you can thank your boyfriend for being an asshole, i would’ve kept talking calmly if he wasn’t being a dick. see ya’ jack.” he finally said, rolling his eyes and turning around, planning to leave but knowing perfectly it wasn’t done there. // @commanderhearts​

If he was being honest, Jack had no idea why he hadn't pushed Vincent away, hell he tried so hard to keep him away but he always seemed to be able to make his way back. "What was there to understand?" He finally asked, looking into his eyes. "What was I supposed to get? That I'm not good enough for you to stay a good person? Fuck.." He murmured this last word. "I tried to get you. That's why I stayed so long. I kept making every excuses for you, because I thought you'd come back to the guy I fell in love with. Don't you fucking tell me I didn't try to understand." Jack shook his head slowly before he took in a deep breath. He knew he shouldn't talk back to him but somehow he couldn't hold it this time. Looking at Gabriel, Jack gave him a slight smile before he bit his lips. "Wait.." He murmured, letting go of him to get back closer to Vincent. "Calmly. Alright. Talk." He stated, raising his eyebrows. "What do you have to say that I didn't hear before? You love me? You're sorry? Done. Both. Done so many times. I don't care, that's not gonna change anything. You didn't mean to hurt me? Well, try again." He said, crossing his arms. "I could've believed that if it was only one time. You're not a good person Vincent. You're not anymore. I don't think you have anything to say that I'd like to hear or that will change how I feel about you." He knew he was being harsh, hell it felt so wrong at so many levels, but he had to. "And you need some serious help. At least think about getting some." He finally said, taking a deep breath. "I don't want you near me. Not now and not ever again, so please, leave."