Overwatch is Dead

                   Was he for real?  Every time Jesse showed up, he made sure to cause a wreck – it almost felt like he had a lot of fun with it; with messing up with the Gang, with HER.  One thing Ashe would never understand was why McCree liked to play with her like that. No matter how good of friends they were before, it’s over now.

                                    ‘ Oh, but I will make you understand you CAN. ‘  there he was, hiding from the powerful riffle shots directed to him, only paused for a moment as he took cover.  One wrong step given by him, and the Deadlock would certainly aim to his head  (yet, somehow, they were never really able to kill each other, in the end).    ‘ I don’t really care ‘bout what you need, McCree.  You already crossed the line today! ‘   her voice wasn’t as loud anymore, but she sure was serious. Crimson gaze attentive to any movement and sounds;  this time it was just the two of them.  And Ashe knew her ex-partner wasn’t someone to joke around with when it came to fighting. 

                                    ‘ LAST CHANCE, MCCREE!!! ‘

what did he know about her?  about them?  nothing.

          He’d never deny his ability to cause chaos in his wake, but he’d like to think he’s changed quite a bit since leaving this life behind.  All of the loss and the pain left callouses across his body, molded him into a different man and yet, a part of him would always be the McCree she knew.  That part would never stop caring for her.

           ❛  Guess I got a kind’a knack for doin’ that don’t I?  ❜  He muses with a smile.  He can’t help but smile at that,  ❛  What will you do if I do give up?  ❜  Jesse lifts his hands up out of cover for her to see.  Revolver hung up by his finger, loosely dangling in the air as he gave up true control of it.  McCree chances a slow stand, rising to his feet knowing the risk in such a display to a woman like Ashe.  A risk he had to take.

                  Of course. He was too well used to their heated encounters to not react this fast – McCree knew too well Elizabeth wouldn’t back off on her word;  after all, this was what she pledged as the Leader of the Rebels: if you break your word, there’ll be hell to pay.

                  The moment the first shot fired, a second coming from Ashe herself was – missing its target for when she moved in order to get away from being hit - be it in his intentions or not to actually hit her, she wouldn’t wait and see. A jump backwards when once again the viper aimed to his direction, and this time there was no count to fire one, two, three shots.

                  He’d never really understand, would he? Why there was no way for her to forgive a betrayal like his. Yet as much as Ashe couldn’t really forgive him, somehow….. he was also the only one who managed to stay alive after leaving.  Every time she’d regret it, to not put a bullet on his face every time they met.

                                    ‘ I’M NOT KIDDING, MCCREE!!! IF YA DON’T GET YOUR ASS AWAY FROM HERE RIGHT NOW, IMMA KILL YOU!! ‘

     If only she saw past her need for a thrill for what this whole gang was really worth.  Nothing.  There was no real family in it, no comradery, no trust --- not one damn thing.  It was a momentary fix to something they were both missing.  He didn’t mean for them to go down this path, but he wouldn’t take a moment back either.  Not even the fiery look he gave her now as she pulled the trigger.

     He dives and rolls to cover, shots going off nearly missing him by inches.  One thing’s for certain, Ashe could aim and had he not known her movements so well, he’d be lying in a pool of his own blood right now.  

     Life never turned out the way he wanted.  It just wasn’t in his cards to have a good life, but he’d be damned if he didn’t try.  And he’d try to fix what was broken --- even if she wanted no part of him anymore.  He still did.

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