#frathouse

I love one (1) man,

Satya shook as she made her way to the rowdiest, loudest and most troublemaking frat house in Overwatch University.

Why did she come here again?

“Satya!” Hana called, her, Mei, Zarya, Olivia and Brigitte all standing further up ahead, looking back at their fellow S.A.S sister. 

“I don’t know why we’re going to J.N.K.” she snapped, annoyed to be even close to the house. The architecture of the building was beautiful, but of course

“Because they’re the only place that has the supplies and with someone who has the skill to fix your arm.” Zarya reminded her. Mei looking sheepish. It was due to her research and her clumsiness that Satya’s fingers weren’t working right anymore.

 And while normally Satya would call the makers of her arm and the company she wanted to work for with a devoted passion, Vishkar, but she knew from experience that it would take weeks to get a new one and the same amount of time to send it out for repairs. Olivia assured her that she knew someone on campus that helped her brother, Jesse, when his arm acted up.

Someone who had built their own hand with, well, their own hands. 

Olivia hadn’t told her who did it, but she said that they were in J.N.K house with her brother. 

It was probably for the best, as she was about as fond of those boys as she was of waiting a few weeks for a new arm. And it wasn’t like she knew which boy in the frat was going to help her. Many of them had metal limbs, one of them, Genji, had three! Her den mother, Angela, who was also a doctor, went over there often to help when any of the boys’ limbs were raw from constant wear... and for concussions. 

Ugh, JNK house was the worst party house here! And they constantly would jokingly bow to ‘The HogFather’, their den father, a massive mountain of a man with a voice like thunder and a pig face tattooed on his stomach... Which reminded her, who in child services thought such a man was someone who can be trusted as a proper guardian for a young child like the one who would use a mega phone to make declarations during the day. 

She didn’t want to gooooooooooo.

But, she needed her arm for classes and a few weeks was time and work that would be less than her standards. 

She wrapped her flesh hand around her damaged metal limb and sighed, “Brigitte why can’t you or your father fix it?” 

“Because I’ve never made a prostetic before and my dad’s home for the weekend.” She said plainly, “And I know the one who made his own prostetics, his mechanical skill is first rate, if he can’t fix your hand, I’ll call my Papa. Until then, how about you give a stranger a chance? I mean, he’s really nice and friendly when you get to know him.”

she rolled her eyes, “I’ll bet.” She then looked at them, “And I still think you all are just dragging me here so Hana and Olivia can see their boyfriends and Zarya and Brigitte can have a rematch of that foolish drinking contest!!”

“I’m going to!” Mei reminded her, “And this place isn’t somewhere I’d rather go, but if they’ll fix what I’ll broke, I’ll go.”

Satya looked at her determined expression and groaned as she picked up her pace and charged ahead, “Let’s get this over with.”

The Frat house was a mess, as usual, fraught with the smell of male sweat and stale booze.

“Well, well, well...” a cowboy in the front hall said as he took their group in, “it ain’ every day I see evidence that my baby sister has friends.” He teased.

Olivia scowled and flicked his hat further up his head, “We’re both adopted, Jesse, you friggin’ ass.” She replied cooly. 

“But you’ll always be my baby sis!” He said, with open arms, as if he was about to hug her, only to then jerk his flesh and dark black metal thumbs back towards a large, dark skinned man who was shirtless and sweaty with a metal arm of his own, “Whose boyfriend is over there.”

Olivia smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, “Gracias hermano!” she sang as she ran over to him. He then looked to Hana, “Lúcio’s upstairs, door to the left.” Hana beamed, hugged him and ran past him.

He tilted his head, curious, “I know why Zarya and Brigitte are here, but you two...” he said, pointing to Mei and Satya, “No idea why you’re here.”

“Her arm is...” Mei motioned to Satya’s metal arm and she showed the malfunctioning fingers. 

Jesse winced, “You’ll need Rat, follow me.” He then pointed to Zarya and Brigitte, “You ladies know where to go.” They nodded and Mei and Satya followed Jesse up the stairs and down a hall, the halls becoming messier and stinkier as they moved.

“What is that smell?” Satya demanded.

“Sorry ‘bout that... ” Jesse said sheepishly, “We have a laundry shoot and it’s pretty close to Rat’s door...”

Satya’s eye twitched. This was getting more unpleasant by the moment, she was about to have some JNK boy called ‘Rat’ touch her prestine (albiet broken) arm. 

“Why do you call him Rat?” Mei asked.

“Oh, we have nick names, mine’s Cowboy, for obvious reasons.” He said with a tip of his hat, making Mei laugh, “And his is Junkrat. Because when he first came here, he was digging through junkyards to make stuff we needed so we wouldn’t have to spend too much money for them, but we call him Rat for short.”

“What’s his real name?” Mei asked.

“Jamison Fawkes.” Jesse replied, the name rolling off his tongue sounding so pleasant in his southern drawl, “But it’d be better if ya called him Jamie. Or Rat. He has a thing about his full name.” 

Satya didn’t know why. It was such a pleasant sounding name. She liked it. It was probably the classiest thing about this place. They stopped at the last door at the end of the hall, the offending smell coming from across the laundry shoot.

Jesse knocked on the door, getting an exhausted, “Fuck off...” In an Australian accent.

“Rat, we got a gal with a broken arm.” Jesse informed him, “I know ya spent all night fixing Genji up, but the girl’s fingers are all messed up.”

They heard a hiss and a groan, “Alroight, I’ll be there in a tick...” 

The sounds of shuffling and a step, click, step, click...

Finally the door opened to...

Her Worst Nightmare... or at least, that’s what she’d called him whenever she’d spot him on campus. Whatever party he’d be at, whichever direction he was going, she avoided at all costs until the coast was clear. His blonde hair was burnt on the ends, his face was coated with soot and dirt, his peg leg was so foolishly insufficant, he was always hunched over, he often ran around without a shirt on and those disgusting shorts of his!!!

However, unlike the usual state she saw him in, he was clean (still shirtless, but clean). Where soot often sat on his face and frame, freckles, moles and tiny scars were scattered all over his tanned skin. His hair was lighter than usual (the burnt ends not smoking), she was shocked at how thin he actually was... and how tall. He had to be what, maybe two meters (6′6″?) And she nearly let her jaw drop at the sight of the definition of well toned muscle on his skinny frame. 

But she didn’t let any of it show. As he rubbed his eyes and blinked a bit at the change of light before looking down on the rest of them, he looked at her, “G’day.” He said, holding out his hand, “Rat.”

“Satya.” she replied, a bit taken aback, not expecting him to do something so... professional. She shook his hand and he pointed to her arm with his flesh hand, “How many fingers are fucked up?”

“All of them.” She replied flatly.

“Fuck.” He groaned, “Thumb still good though?”

She nodded. 

“Roight then.” He said, “Then come on in, welcome ta me humble abode!” he said more energetically, motioning her to follow him inside as he turned on the light and revealed...

“Your room is an absolute mess!” she cried as she looked at the soot and oil that stained everything in sight.

“Yeah...” he said lazily as he scratched at his back, “Sorry. Don’ get a lot of toime ta clean...”

“Like you would anyway.” Jesse teased, receiving a black nailed middle finger in return. “I’ll get a towel.” Jesse said before retreating back into the hall, leaving the girls with the tired Aussie as he seemed to fish out the right tools for the job.

Jesse returned not to long after with a few, thankfully clean, towels, placing them in her arms before ushering Mei away. He looked at her dismayed expression, “He won’t bite.” he promised quietly, “He’s a good guy, just give him a chance.” 

Satya watched as they left her behind before she could protest.

“You comin’ or what?” he asked grumpily from inside his room.

She scowled, but went in. deciding if he tried anything, she’d make him regret it. 

but instead of looking at her with eagerness of a college boy looking for a quick fuck, he simply pulled a small box up from beside his bed and placed it by his side as he sat on his bed and motioned for her to sit on the other side of a small desk he’d moved closer to his bed to work, adjusting a nearby lamp as she carefully covered the chair he’d pulled over with the desk and the table while he placed tools and bits and bobs onto the table, “You ready?” He asked.

She nodded and held out her arm. He took it carefully, as if made of glass and not metal, his eyes widening as he inspected it, allowing her to notice the pretty amber color that surrounded his irises.

“It’s a beaut.” He finally said, as he finally put her arm down and began pulling out tools, “Well made. Loike th’ crystal in yer palm. Classy.” 

“Thank you.” She said, a bit bashful. She was used to comments about her hips, rear, bust and her face, it wasn’t often she was complimented for her arm. Or hearing someone complimenting about her favorite part, the crystal in the palm. 

 He seemed to talk aimlessly as he worked on her arm, but it was more that he was talking because he felt like talking, not that she really had to reply or that he was talking at her. He was just talking, being friendly and filling the air with chatter. She commented on something he said and found he was a humourous conversationalist. Often joking and making her smile. He was nearly done fixing her arm when she finally relaxed...

Only for his alarm to go off and make them both jump. He slammed his hand on it and looked at the time, “Shite.” He hissed before quickly placing his slightly filthy hands on her ears, but before she could yell at him, a loud sound ripped through the house. He hissed and covered his own ears for a second to recover from the sound, Satya’s cheeks burning at the thought of him being so considerate of her.

“TH’ HOGFATHER SPEAKS!!!” A young girl’s voice cried through what sounded like a megaphone. Then several voices crying out, “MIGHTY HOGFATHER, LET US HEAR YOUR WORDS.”

Then a loud, rumbling voice like thunder shook through the house, “Alroight smart arses, jus’ keep it down, it’s Molly’s bedtoime. So tha’ means no fireworks,”

“She loiked ‘um.” Her current repair man mumbled.

“No stealing any mascots ‘n keepin’ ‘um here,”

“Molls treated tha’ raccoon with more respect than those blokes did.” he mumbled, “‘N it didn’ scratch th’ shite out of those blokes arms ‘cause ‘e didn’ loike us.”

“’N... wait, where th’ fuck is Rat?” The thunderous voice roared.

They heard muffled voices before he said, “Then keep yer little rodeos on low volume, Cowboy.”

“NO PROMISES!” Jesse shouted. 

Then the child cried into the megaphone, “TH’ HOGFATHER HAS SPOKEN!” 

“PRAISE BE THE HOGFATHER!” the others cried before laughter and various voices seemed to get quieter.

Satya looked at the boy in front of her, curious as he carefully wiped at her arm with a clean rag.

“Try wigglin’ yer fingers.” He instructed. She did and they worked.

“Thank you.” She said, overjoyed, “I don’t know how I can repay you...”

“Well, there is one thing we all ask whenevah we do a favor fer you SAS’s...” He purred. Satya suddenly felt something warm crawl up her spine, “And that would be?” she asked, her tone devoid of emotion.

“Put in a good word for Hog with yer Den Mum!” He said cheerfully.

well, she hadn’t been expecting that.

“What?”

“Put in a good work fer Hog with yer Den Mum.” He repeated, a huge impish smirk crawling up his cheeks, “Old Hog’s got a big crush on ‘er. ‘N well, Molls could use a Mum...” he stopped, “Oh, roight, she knows ‘im as Mako, so put in a good word fer Mako.” 

“Alright.” she said, uncertain how she could exactly put in a good word for him, but her friends could probably help her with that. 

“Ta!” he said cheerfully as he put his tools away.

“Well... then, I’d better head back to SAS house...” she paused, “wait, how did you know...?”

His cheeks were pink and he fiddled with one of his tools, “Seen ya ‘round, with Pipsqueak ‘n Sombra...”

“Pipsqueak? Sombra?” she repeated.

“Pipsqueak’s Lúcio’s girl ‘n Sombra’s Jesse’s sister.” He clarified.

“Hana and Olivia.” she corrected.

“Yeah, knew they were in SAS ‘n ya seemed loike you’d be one of them...”

“And why is that?” she asked, her voice icey.

“’Cause th’ sheilas there are..., ya know...” His face turned bright red and seemed to stain his ears the same color, “...gorgeous...” he murmured, bashful.

She felt her cheeks warm up at that, “Oh. Well, thank you.” 

He nodded, seemingly unable to speak. 

“Well, thank you again for your help...” she paused, “If you don’t mind, can I call you Jamison instead of Rat? I think it actually suits you better.”

His face was now so red he looked as if the burned tips of his hair would ignite any second as he squeaked, “Tha’s foine.” making her giggle before she left the house back to the SAS house, wondering how she could fulfill her payment to Jamison.

“It will be hard putting in a good word for him without knowing much about him... perhaps a visit back there is in order.” she decided, smiling broadly as she admired how well her metal fingers worked and smiling at the crystal in her palm. 

Please brain, no more AUs, I need to write other things...

No, don’t go into the older AU ideas.

Brain.

No.