(1/2) Hi, I just saw your commission and I'm interested. I was thinking of the 15$, 2k fic one. The prompt would be [McCree and reader have been close friends for a long time and he's starting to have feeling but due to whatever reason has never told her, one day on a mission reader is attacked by talon and is presumed dead, mccree is obviously devastated, fast forward a few years and reader pops back up as a totally normal civilian but with no memories of anything (amnesic)].
Hey! Your commission is finished! I hope you like it and thank you again for commissioning me!! It’s a bit longer than 2k words, I hope you don’t mind!
You turned around, coming face to facewith your close friend Jesse McCree. He grinned at you, hisBlackwatch uniform ruffled and dirty.
“Hey Jess.” You grinned back. “Ithought you would’ve died on your mission.”
“Nah, I can handle anything.” Heslung an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Drinkstonight?”
“I meant with how many CommanderReyes was at you, but sure.” You rolled your eyes. “And yeah,drinks would be fun. I’m leaving on a mission later tonight.”
“You are?” Jesse frowned, walkingin step with you to the training room.
You nodded. “Yeah. Apparently there’sbeen some heavy Talon presence in Oslo. Gabe is sending a few of usto check it out and make sure everything is fine.”
“How come he didn’t ask me to go?”He sounded indignant.
“Maybe because we need to bestealthy.” You flicked his nose. “And that we don’t work welltogether. You’re always distracting me.”
You patted Jesse’s cheek, stopping atthe entrance of the training room. “Are too. I’ll meet you at theusual spot at the usual time tonight?”
You didn’t wait for an answer, grinningas you replayed Jesse’s pouty face in your mind.
You walked into the bar you and Jessefrequented, looking around. You knew quite a few of the people inhere, though not too personally. Just some drinking buddies.
Sitting by himself at the bar was yourcowboy, his head resting on the counter of the bar. From the angle hewas sitting at, you saw he sported a shining black eye.
“Who’d you piss off this time, ehJess?” You teased as you sat down next to him. You couldn’t helpbut feel a flutter of worry.
“No one.” Jesse sat up and watchedyou from the corner of his eye. When you didn’t respond, he sighedand looked away. “Fine. Reyes and I got into a spat. His fault.”
“None of your business.” He downeda shot of whiskey.
“It is my business.” You respondedgently. “You’re my best friend. My cowboy.” He glanced at youagain as you spoke. “I worry about you. You’ve got a temper.”
Jesse simply grunted in response andordered you both a round of drinks.
The two of you spent almost two hoursat the bar, and it was coming close to 2:30 in the morning. Yousighed and stood, grabbing your bag. You had made sure that youdidn’t overdo it and that you would still be able to perform well onyour mission. “Alright, Jesse. I’m off.” You rubbed his back,smiling a bit sadly at the passed out man at the bar. You felt atwinge in your chest as you swallowed the lump in your throat. Youknew that there was a very high possibility you would not return fromthis mission. “Please take care of him.” You asked the bartender,who simply nodded and waved you off.
You took a deep breath and steeled yournerves as you exited the bar, leaving Jesse there.
“I told you, Jesse, we’re working onit.”
“Well try fuckin’ harder!”
Jesse slammed his fists on Gabe’s desk,screaming at the exhausted looking Commander behind the desk.
“Jesse, you need to calm down. We’retrying to find Y/N. It’s only been three days since we lost contactwith her.”
“What if she’s hurt! What ifshe’s..?”
Jesse sat hard in the chair, his headin his hands. “What if she’s dead, Gabe? I never.. I never told herhow much I loved her.”
Gabe stood and walked around his desk,patting his shoulder. “Hey. It’ll be fine, kid. We’ll find her,okay? I’m sure that her and Genji are just fine. Their comms areprobably just broken.”
None of the men spoke a word to eachother, all three silently staring at the ground before them.
Finally, Genji broke the silence.
“I’m sorry, McCree. I tried.”
Genji barely managed to dodge the fistthat came barrelling towards him. “You couldn’t fucking save her?But you managed to save yourself?”
“Tell me again. Explain whathappened.”
Genji slowly sat, keeping a wary eye onJesse. “We were doing fine at first. We had gotten into Oslounnoticed, or so we had thought. We landed and found our spot wherewe were to do recon. No one had followed us, no one knew we werethere. On the second day, on Y/N’s watch, we had been attacked.”Genji shook his head. “I don’t know what happened. One minute wewere alone, and the next.. There were so many of them. We cut downalmost all of them, but.. Y/N was gone. I don’t know where or howthey took her. I searched for her, but I was intercepted by Talonagents again. My comms were broken and I couldn’t call for backup. Itried.”
He looked up at Jesse now. “I tried.”
“Not hard enough.” He spat back atthe cyborg, leaving the room. He made it about ten steps down thehallway, before turning and furiously punching the wall. The wallcrumbled under the force of his fists, and Jesse stared at the bloodrunning down the back of his hands. “You’ve got a temper.”Your words floated through his mind.
Jesseslumped against the wall, his head in his hands. He began to sob.
“Ofcourse it’s raining.” Jesse muttered under his breath as headjusted his tie. He stared at his reflection in the mirror. He wasdressed in a jet black suit, his signature cowboy hat still on hishead. He wasn’t ready for this. He couldn’t do it.
“Areyou ready, Jesse?” Gabe asked as he poked his head inside.
“What’sthe point of this?” Jesse didn’t turn as he spoke. He just staredat the reflection in the mirror. “We couldn’t even find her body.We don’t even know for sure if she’s dead. What if she’s still alivesomewhere?”
Gabestood beside Jesse, resting a hand on his shoulder. “And what ifshe isn’t, McCree? Doesn’t she at least deserve a proper burial?”
Jessefelt tears welling in his eyes. He rested his forehead against Gabe’sshoulder. He took a shuddering breath. “It hurts, Gabe. It hurtsreally bad.”
Gabeswallowed, feeling his own tears prick his eyes. “I know, Jesse. Iknow.”
Eightyears since you had died, since Blackwatch had disbanded.
He hadbeen roaming around, not wanting to stay in one spot for too long.
Hedidn’t want to admit it to himself, but he was still looking for you,even after all this time. His search hadn’t turned up anything, noteven a clue as to where you could be.
Jessehad returned to Oslo once again, promising that it would be the lasttime he would come here. He knew he had to move on, but he couldn’t.He didn’t want to. He didn’t want to forget you, his first friend inBlackwatch. His best friend.
Heshook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Just one more time,then he would move on. He had to move on. He ran a hand down his faceas he walked, putting his hands in his pockets. He glanced up at thesky, noticing the dark clouds starting to form. “Maybeit’ll rain.” He thought a bitabsentmindedly. His thoughts returned to the day of your funeral. Heremembered how they lowered your casket into your grave. “Howmany people knew this casket was empty?” Hehad wondered.
“Oops!”Jesse looked down as someone bumped into him, and instinctively hereached out and wrapped his arms around their waist to keep them fromfalling. The drink in the hand clattered to the ground, and he stareddown at the surprised face of a very beautiful woman.
Awoman he vaguely recognized.
Hiseyes widened in surprise as he felt the first few raindrops dripagainst his clothes.
He letyou go, stepping back in confusion. “I’m sorry, have we metbefore?” Your voice sounded a bit different, the barest hint of anaccent creeping into your words.
Jessesimply stared at you in shock. He had been looking for you, but hehadn’t exactly expected to find you.
Heshook his head ever so slightly again. “I’m.. yeah. You do. My nameis Jesse McCree. We.. Used to work together?”
Yougave an apologetic smile to the handsome man standing before you.“I’m sorry, I don’t know a Jesse McCree. Besides, I think I’drecognize a face like yours.” You looked him up and down, unable todeny the fact that the man was quite handsome.
Jessefelt a lump forming in his throat. “Can we.. Talk somewhere?”
Youbit your lip. You had no idea who this strange man was. Then again,you could barely remember anything about yourself. “Sure. There’s acoffee shop just around the corner I like to go to.”
Jessesimply nodded, following you to the coffee shop. You had barelychanged; you were just as beautiful as the last time he had seen youeight years ago. The only difference was the slightly accent to yourvoice.
Youtwo took a seat near the back of the cafe, wanting a bit of privacybut not wanting to be alone with the man.
“So,we used to work together?” You crossed one leg over the other,tilting your head to inspect the man’s face.
“Wedid. We uh.. Worked for the Government.” Jesse knew better than tosay Blackwatch out loud. “You were out on a mission with anotherone of our teammates and you guys got ambushed.” Jesse’s voice waslow as he spoke. “Our teammate told us when he got back that youwere gone. He couldn’t find you anywhere. It was like you haddisappeared off the face of the Earth.” Jesse looked down at hislap now. “Darlin’, I’ve missed you so much..”
Youwatched the man as he spoke. Your mind felt like it was being stabbedrepeatedly as you took in the information. “I’ll be honest.” Yousaid, feeling a small twinge of pain in your chest as he spoke thelast words. “I don’t.. I don’t know anything about who I was, aboutwho I am. All I know is my name and that I live in Oslo. I’ve triedto remember who I was, to remember anything about myself. But Ican’t. How can I know that you’re not lying to me?”
“I’vebeen looking for you for Eight years, Y/N. I was there when Genjitold me that you were gone. I.. I helped bury your casket. Everyonethought you were dead. But I never stopped looking for you. I..” Hetrailed off, pulling a small piece of paper out of his pocket. It waswrinkled and torn in places, the ink was smudged in certain spots, asif it had gotten wet. “I found this in my pocket the day after youleft. You must have slipped it into my pocket at the bar. I probablypassed out.” He swallowed. “I was really worried about you thatnight. I had fought with Gabe, begging him to send me on that missionwith you. When you didn’t return, I.. I couldn’t help but feel it wasmy fault. I thought.. Maybe if I had gone with you, you would stillbe alive.” He carefully handed the piece of paper to you. Youunfolded it with care, reading it.
I don’t know how this mission isgonna go. From what Gabe says, it’s pretty dangerous. I may not makeit back. If I don’t, don’t waste your time crying over me, okay? Ihaven’t told you before, but I need you to know now just in casesomething happens to me. I love you. I’ve loved you for so long, butI didn’t want to say anything because I know you don’t feel the same.But I can’t die knowing I never got the chance to tell you myfeelings.
If I don’t die, then when I comeback is going to be real awkward, don’t you think?
Anyway. I asked Murph (Thebartender, you really should learn his name) to take care of you andmake sure you get home safe. There should be some ibuprofen and aglass of water on the table. Try not to puke on the carpet this time,I just got it cleaned.
I love you Jesse. I’ll see you whenI come back.
Youlooked up at the cowboy, an intense pain rushing through your head.“I’m sorry. I don’t.. I don’t remember writing any of this.” Youfolded the note back up and handed it back to him. “But.. You don’tseem all bad. Maybe you could help jog my memory?” You offered asmall, shy smile. “We seemed to be close friends. I’m sure it won’ttake me long to fall in love with you again.”
Andfor the first time in eight years, Jesse McCree laughed a genuinelaugh. “You’ll get tired of me soon enough.”
