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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?
âSatya!â Hana called, her, Mei, Zarya, Olivia and Brigitte all standing further up ahead, looking back at their fellow S.A.S sister.Â
âI donât know why weâre going to J.N.K.â she snapped, annoyed to be even close to the house. The architecture of the building was beautiful, but of course
âBecause theyâre the only place that has the supplies and with someone who has the skill to fix your arm.â Zarya reminded her. Mei looking sheepish. It was due to her research and her clumsiness that Satyaâs fingers werenât 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.Â
Olivia hadnât told her who did it, but she said that they were in J.N.K house with her brother.Â
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 wasnât 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 boysâ limbs were raw from constant wear... and for concussions.Â
Ugh, JNK house was the worst party house here! And they constantly would jokingly bow to âThe HogFatherâ, 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.Â
She didnât 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.Â
She wrapped her flesh hand around her damaged metal limb and sighed, âBrigitte why canât you or your father fix it?âÂ
âBecause Iâve never made a prostetic before and my dadâs home for the weekend.â She said plainly, âAnd I know the one who made his own prostetics, his mechanical skill is first rate, if he canât fix your hand, Iâll call my Papa. Until then, how about you give a stranger a chance? I mean, heâs really nice and friendly when you get to know him.â
she rolled her eyes, âIâll bet.â She then looked at them, âAnd 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!!â
âIâm going to!â Mei reminded her, âAnd this place isnât somewhere Iâd rather go, but if theyâll fix what Iâll broke, Iâll go.â
Satya looked at her determined expression and groaned as she picked up her pace and charged ahead, âLetâs get this over with.â
The Frat house was a mess, as usual, fraught with the smell of male sweat and stale booze.
âWell, well, well...â a cowboy in the front hall said as he took their group in, âit ainâ every day I see evidence that my baby sister has friends.â He teased.
Olivia scowled and flicked his hat further up his head, âWeâre both adopted, Jesse, you frigginâ ass.â She replied cooly.Â
âBut youâll always be my baby sis!â 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, âWhose boyfriend is over there.â
Olivia smiled and gave him a peck on the cheek, âGracias hermano!â she sang as she ran over to him. He then looked to Hana, âLĂșcioâs upstairs, door to the left.â Hana beamed, hugged him and ran past him.
He tilted his head, curious, âI know why Zarya and Brigitte are here, but you two...â he said, pointing to Mei and Satya, âNo idea why youâre here.â
âHer arm is...â Mei motioned to Satyaâs metal arm and she showed the malfunctioning fingers.Â
Jesse winced, âYouâll need Rat, follow me.â He then pointed to Zarya and Brigitte, âYou ladies know where to go.â They nodded and Mei and Satya followed Jesse up the stairs and down a hall, the halls becoming messier and stinkier as they moved.
âWhat is that smell?â Satya demanded.
âSorry âbout that... â Jesse said sheepishly, âWe have a laundry shoot and itâs pretty close to Ratâs door...â
Satyaâs eye twitched. This was getting more unpleasant by the moment, she was about to have some JNK boy called âRatâ touch her prestine (albiet broken) arm.Â
âWhy do you call him Rat?â Mei asked.
âOh, we have nick names, mineâs Cowboy, for obvious reasons.â He said with a tip of his hat, making Mei laugh, âAnd his is Junkrat. Because when he first came here, he was digging through junkyards to make stuff we needed so we wouldnât have to spend too much money for them, but we call him Rat for short.â
âWhatâs his real name?â Mei asked.
âJamison Fawkes.â Jesse replied, the name rolling off his tongue sounding so pleasant in his southern drawl, âBut itâd be better if ya called him Jamie. Or Rat. He has a thing about his full name.âÂ
Satya didnât 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, âFuck off...â In an Australian accent.
âRat, we got a gal with a broken arm.â Jesse informed him, âI know ya spent all night fixing Genji up, but the girlâs fingers are all messed up.â
They heard a hiss and a groan, âAlroight, Iâll be there in a tick...âÂ
The sounds of shuffling and a step, click, step, click...
Finally the door opened to...
Her Worst Nightmare... or at least, thatâs what sheâd called him whenever sheâd spot him on campus. Whatever party heâd 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 (6âČ6âł?) And she nearly let her jaw drop at the sight of the definition of well toned muscle on his skinny frame.Â
But she didnât 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, âGâday.â He said, holding out his hand, âRat.â
âSatya.â 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, âHow many fingers are fucked up?â
âAll of them.â She replied flatly.
âFuck.â He groaned, âThumb still good though?â
She nodded.Â
âRoight then.â He said, âThen come on in, welcome ta me humble abode!â he said more energetically, motioning her to follow him inside as he turned on the light and revealed...
âYour room is an absolute mess!â she cried as she looked at the soot and oil that stained everything in sight.
âYeah...â he said lazily as he scratched at his back, âSorry. Donâ get a lot of toime ta clean...â
âLike you would anyway.â Jesse teased, receiving a black nailed middle finger in return. âIâll get a towel.â 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, âHe wonât bite.â he promised quietly, âHeâs a good guy, just give him a chance.âÂ
Satya watched as they left her behind before she could protest.
âYou cominâ or what?â he asked grumpily from inside his room.
She scowled, but went in. deciding if he tried anything, sheâd make him regret it.Â
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 heâd moved closer to his bed to work, adjusting a nearby lamp as she carefully covered the chair heâd pulled over with the desk and the table while he placed tools and bits and bobs onto the table, âYou ready?â 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.
âItâs a beaut.â He finally said, as he finally put her arm down and began pulling out tools, âWell made. Loike thâ crystal in yer palm. Classy.âÂ
âThank you.â She said, a bit bashful. She was used to comments about her hips, rear, bust and her face, it wasnât often she was complimented for her arm. Or hearing someone complimenting about her favorite part, the crystal in the palm.Â
 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, âShite.â 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, Satyaâs cheeks burning at the thought of him being so considerate of her.
âTHâ HOGFATHER SPEAKS!!!â A young girlâs voice cried through what sounded like a megaphone. Then several voices crying out, âMIGHTY HOGFATHER, LET US HEAR YOUR WORDS.â
Then a loud, rumbling voice like thunder shook through the house, âAlroight smart arses, jusâ keep it down, itâs Mollyâs bedtoime. So thaâ means no fireworks,â
âShe loiked âum.â Her current repair man mumbled.
âNo stealing any mascots ân keepinâ âum here,â
âMolls treated thaâ raccoon with more respect than those blokes did.â he mumbled, ââN it didnâ scratch thâ shite out of those blokes arms âcause âe didnâ loike us.â
ââN... wait, where thâ fuck is Rat?â The thunderous voice roared.
They heard muffled voices before he said, âThen keep yer little rodeos on low volume, Cowboy.â
âNO PROMISES!â Jesse shouted.Â
Then the child cried into the megaphone, âTHâ HOGFATHER HAS SPOKEN!âÂ
âPRAISE BE THE HOGFATHER!â 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.
âTry wigglinâ yer fingers.â He instructed. She did and they worked.
âThank you.â She said, overjoyed, âI donât know how I can repay you...â
âWell, there is one thing we all ask whenevah we do a favor fer you SASâs...â He purred. Satya suddenly felt something warm crawl up her spine, âAnd that would be?â she asked, her tone devoid of emotion.
âPut in a good word for Hog with yer Den Mum!â He said cheerfully.
well, she hadnât been expecting that.
âWhat?â
âPut in a good work fer Hog with yer Den Mum.â He repeated, a huge impish smirk crawling up his cheeks, âOld Hogâs got a big crush on âer. âN well, Molls could use a Mum...â he stopped, âOh, roight, she knows âim as Mako, so put in a good word fer Mako.âÂ
âAlright.â she said, uncertain how she could exactly put in a good word for him, but her friends could probably help her with that.Â
âTa!â he said cheerfully as he put his tools away.
âWell... then, Iâd better head back to SAS house...â she paused, âwait, how did you know...?â
His cheeks were pink and he fiddled with one of his tools, âSeen ya âround, with Pipsqueak ân Sombra...â
âPipsqueak? Sombra?â she repeated.
âPipsqueakâs LĂșcioâs girl ân Sombraâs Jesseâs sister.â He clarified.
âHana and Olivia.â she corrected.
âYeah, knew they were in SASÂ ân ya seemed loike youâd be one of them...â
âAnd why is that?â she asked, her voice icey.
ââCause thâ sheilas there are..., ya know...â His face turned bright red and seemed to stain his ears the same color, â...gorgeous...â he murmured, bashful.
She felt her cheeks warm up at that, âOh. Well, thank you.âÂ
He nodded, seemingly unable to speak.Â
âWell, thank you again for your help...â she paused, âIf you donât mind, can I call you Jamison instead of Rat? I think it actually suits you better.â
His face was now so red he looked as if the burned tips of his hair would ignite any second as he squeaked, âThaâs foine.â making her giggle before she left the house back to the SAS house, wondering how she could fulfill her payment to Jamison.
âIt will be hard putting in a good word for him without knowing much about him... perhaps a visit back there is in order.â she decided, smiling broadly as she admired how well her metal fingers worked and smiling at the crystal in her palm.Â
Please brain, no more AUs, I need to write other things...
No, donât go into the older AU ideas.
Brain.
No.
FUCK DAMMIT!!
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