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Staying off her feet was impossible, even if it was recommended by her doctors. Lena was practically born running and death wouldn't stop her.
Emily wanted to though, whenever she saw Lena jogging on the treadmill or heading out for a run, Emily was bit hesitant now. She never said anything except putting on a smile and telling her to be careful. Lena looked like she understood. The recent scare had been enough to shake them both. She started to wake from nightmares and flailed as if being pinned down. It was like the Slipstream accident was only yesterday.
It hadn't, and Emily hated that she had to keep reminding her.
She wasn't angry at Lena though, she never could be. The ex-pilot couldn't control her illness and Emily wanted to step in.
No, she was angry at someone else. And while she still blamed herself slightly, she mainly blamed that man.
That man who targeted Lena because she was defending someone else.
That man who noticed her pained breaths.
That man, who could have just walked away, decided to hurt her.
Because she would have helped the police? Because he knew what she meant to others? Emily didn't know. But she was going to find out.
She didn't start as an engineer, so making phone calls was easy. She already had an idea of who to call based on the letters Lena received. So many people were touched by her bravery, the least Emily could do was ask.
Only a small group of people were fully ready to follow her, and she understood. She was asking a lot with this quest of hers.
So she took the leap and grabbed Lena's hoodie while she was asleep.
Emily sighed and pulled her hair from the inside of the hoodie before putting it up into a pony tail. She rubbed the wraps on her hand before double checking the ring was secure. While what she was about to do was far more dangerous, she would probably be more devastated if she lost the ring or left it at home. She would never do that to Lena.
Looking back at her wife's sleeping face only reassured her what she was doing was right. People needed to know that someone was going to stand up for them when the police couldn't. It wasn't going to be easy but…
Emily glanced at her phone before kissing Lena's cheek and heading out the door.
The others were waiting for her on their front porch.
“So?” Lucio spoke quietly.
“Sound asleep.”
“Alright then, let's ride on.” Jesse jumped back into his truck which barely shook anymore due to the cargo in the back. “Who's riding with me?”
“I know how you drive and I'm not dying tonight,” Ana chuckled and walked over to the armored van. “May I?”
“After you!” Reinhardt barely had an indoor voice, Emily was surprised none of the neighbors woke up as he bowed and opened the door for Ana.
Lucio shook his head and skated towards Jesse.
“I am not listening to Hasslehoff all the way there, man.”
“It's a classic!”
“Shall we get going?” Zenyatta smiled towards Emily before wheeling towards the van. Emily followed, but glanced back at the house one more time. “It's okay to be nervous.”
Emily sighed and got inside, looking over at Zenyatta adjusting himself on the lift.
“Well, we are about to do something dangerous but...” Emily chuckled to herself. “I suppose it's what needs to be done.”
“Never forget what you're fighting for,” Ana reminded her with a small smile as Reinhardt laughed and started the car.
“Oh I won't,” Emily grinned back.
Something was going on with Emily.
Whenever Lena stepped back in, Emily always seemed to be ending a call. Lena would ask but she would insist it was just work being a pain, even on her leave. However, she would only have calls when Lena wasn't there. She could be in the shower, on the treadmill, out to try and get Lucio to let her into the station, and Emily would always be on call.
Lena wasn't the jealous type, far from it, but she couldn't help but become more curious.
Emily still showered her with affection, from cuddling on the couch to kisses on the back of her neck to even more intimate things.
But one day, she found a note and realized that her hoodie was missing.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Lena rolled off the bed, grunting as she hit the floor before quickly standing and grabbing her phone. One quick press on her quick call as she put on pants made her anxiety worsen. Emily's phone wasn't on. “Shit!” She pulled a shirt over her head and switched off hands as she selected another number.
“Fareeha- Fuck!” She tripped over something but quickly grabbed her phone again. “Listen, Emily's gone after him, she left a note and her phone isn't on and they said you know where it is! We have to go help them!”
She hissed as her shoulder bumped into the door frame and jumped into her shoes.
“Yes “them”! She says she got some people to help her! Please, 'Reeha, help!” She sighed and hung up after the Captain's quick reply.
“Emily what were you thinking?!” Lena shouted to herself before she slammed the door behind her.
She didn't know where she was going but as long as she went in Fareeha's direction, it didn't matter, as she could hear the Raptora from a mile away.
Fareeha tossed a helmet to Lena and steadied the bike as she got on.
“I made some calls and we're going to meet with them!” Fareeha said above the roar of the motor. “There's quite a few that were able to come but it's probably better than what they've got!”
“Roger!”
While Fareeha wasn't a bad driver by any standard, the urgency made her take as many shortcuts as possible and the Raptora delivered.
They still weren't the first to be at the meeting spot however.
Two men were leaning back on motorcycles and Lena was half afraid that they had stumbled onto someone else's conversation, that would take too much time. She relaxed only when one of them glanced over and raised their hand.
“Hey Captain!”
Fareeha moved the Raptora next to them, letting Lena get a better look. The bikes were in rougher condition than Fareeha's prized bike, but their jackets are what caught her attention. There was a patch on each one of a striking cobra surrounded by smoke. She had seen the logo somewhere before and she noticed a long time ago that the Captain's jacket had a miscolored spot, as if a patch was missing.
Wait.
“No way,” Lena spoke up and Fareeha looked back at her. “No way! You were in a biker gang?!”
At that, Fareeha blushed and one of the men chuckled while the other gasped.
“Captain, you were in a biker gang?! You never told us!” Even though she glared at him, he just cackled.
Lena couldn't believe it. The Helix Gang was renowned for their attacks against a corrupt official known as Anubis. Every local station had talked about it nonstop for a while, about how the gang were the ones to get all the evidence and proof and released it to the public. They were vigilantes that Lena used as examples.
And while the press never got pictures of the gang members, Lena had a pretty good guess.
“You were Pharah.” It was not even a question, Fareeha's outlook had changed pretty significantly around the time Helix took Anubis down and Pharah had sent a message stating exactly what Fareeha believed in.
Her nervousness only confirmed it further.
“Yes...I was.” Fareeha sighed and rubbed her eyes. “That was a while ago, however.”
“And yet she still kept our numbers, ain't that touching?” One of the men grinned at Lena. “I'm Saleh, nice to meet you!” He jabbed a thumb towards the other man. “That's Tariq, but he's still Rookie to me.”
“You're never letting that go, aren't you?” Tariq sighed.
Fareeha looked like she was about to reprimand them both before the beat-up van entered the small lot. Instead, the Captain just sent them both a glare before returning her attention to the tired doctor who climbed out of the van.
“We got as much as we could.”
“Thank you, really.” Her thanks managed to get Angela to smile slightly and Lena thought about maybe using it against them one day.
Well, if they all got out of this alive.
Hope only seemed to grow as both Genji and Winston stepped out of the van as well.
“I have a friend who knows good weaponry,” Genji chuckled. “It's all in the back.”
“I also have a friend.” Winston hummed and adjusted his glasses. “But they specialize in creating structures. She did complete the order for armor though. Both us and the cars.”
Lena blinked as she watched them all begin talking about their plans. They couldn't have had all this stuff ready in the time she called Fareeha. Her mind swam briefly, questioning how much time had passed before the Captain squeezed her shoulder.
“We were planning on doing something anyway,” Fareeha admitted with a smile. “Someone higher up is blocking any attempts towards catching these people.”
“And we happen to be specialists,” Tariq finished. “Those guys though?” He glanced over towards Winston and the others. “Captain just called them and they were already set up.”
Winston and Genji seemed to share a grin of pride while Angela's smile seemed more reserved.
They had wanted to help Lena, after all.
And still they weren't the only ones, as a car rolled up to the lot.
“Officer Oladele reporting!” Orisa cheerfully saluted once she got out of the car. “Bullet proof vests and ammo are in the trunk!”
“They're heavy too, so this suspension is probably going to be shot,” Hana leaned out of the window casually. “Sorry Cap, looks like we gotta get a new one. I recommend pink!”
“Pink?” Genji smirked. “What about green?”
“Pink or nothing, ninja!” Hana huffed and crossed her arms. “No one expects a pink car to be packing!”
“I also vote of green!” Orisa chimed in, ignorant to Hana's gasp of betrayal.
Saleh also jumped into the argument that ensued while the rest of them discussed their plans further.
“Speaking of blending in, how are we supposed to get in their without getting shot from across the way?” Tariq gulped.
“Well technically we could try to sneak in, but with our time constraints, we don't know how the others are going to also advance.”
“True...”
There was a silence split between the thoughtful group until an uninvited guest spoke up.
“I could disable the alarms for you~”
The argument halted and everyone turned to meet the gaze of the haunting hacker.
“You?!”
“Miss me?” Sombra chuckled as they leaned on the railing in front of the closed diner. “It has been a while Tracer, sorry about your heart.” They almost looked like they meant it, but the ambiguity only frustrated Lena more.
“You knew what would happen! You worked with them!”
“Hey,” Sombra scoffed. “I only work for myself! Well, and for paychecks, but they've been paying me in peanuts lately.” They smirked. “That's why I turned off the alarms for your girlfriend~ I'll even throw in those papers you dogs need.” They gestured to the officers.
“What do you want?” Fareeha glared at her intently, and Lena knew from experience that it felt like the fire of a thousand suns.
“Jeeze, you Amaris have really scary stares, you know that?” Sombra chuckled and pulled out a tablet, displaying the picture of a tall man in dark clothes, hiding his face. “I need you to let this guy go past you. No killing, no harming, and the mask?” Their smirk faded into a snarl. “It stays on. Got it?”
Chills went down Lena's spine, but from the looks of the others, she wasn't alone. Sombra was not to be trusted but with the life of the others on the line, they were pushed into a corner. And there was one way out of it.
“Right,” Lena said.
Almost immediately, Sombra's smirk returned and they pocketed the tablet.
“Great! Then I'll see you all later~” And before any response could be made, they slipped back into the shadows. The tension still remained, however.
It was time for the cavalry to move out.
“Can we trust them?”
“More than they can trust us!”
“Not at all then.”
“Aw, are you worried about Gabe? Just relax! You heard the boss, Talon needs a change in management.”
“Hm.”
“Speaking of, how did your mission go?”
“He is dead.”
“Are you sure? The last time we got you a mission, she survived and they're hunting your ass-”
So if Mercy could 'kill with kindness', would she go as far as to use something like a bazooka and launch an endless barrage of fluff, pillows, and stuffed toys at her enemies til they drown in such stuff?
Ok so I've been thinking about this and I think given Mercy's nature, it's more likely that her offensive power would be making the enemies turn on each other? Or like that Pokemon move attract, the enemy would fall in love with her and not want to attack. I mean technically that already happens, I've seen plenty of stories of Pharahs flirting with enemy Mercys instead of fighting them. ^_~
Nearly 6000 words fanfick where Pharah and McCree were hit by the Ana's grenade. But (un)fortunatelly that also made them saying ONLY truth. Oh what a pity that Jesse confessed his love to Hanzo.
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Felt like I had to get this one out before the end of the month for the ending lol
Warnings for Swearing still apply
Ao3 link
“Fareeha! You look terrible!” Lena laughed and hugged her friend, who only chuckled.
“Yeah, but you look like a paintbrush.”
Lena snickered as Fareeha nudged her over to the register. “I already ordered but had no idea what you were feeling up to.” She hummed and leaned back on the counter, looking every bit the off duty cop with her leather jacket and sunglasses. Lena guessed she could send people running with just a glance, but couldn't tell if it was on purpose. “It's been a while.”
The tone of her voice seemed to teeter into seriousness, sending a slight shiver down Lena's spine. She didn't take off the hoodie, despite Hana's request and the blistering heat outside. While Fareeha could pull of the leather jacket during summer, Lena certainly couldn't hide the feverish heat building on her face. It only made her look more suspicious.
She ordered successfully, even with Fareeha's gaze upon her as the Captain went to retrieve her own food.
The wait was short, much shorter than Lena expected and perhaps wanted as she went to go sit with her friend.
“Yeah. Way too long,” Lena muttered and dove down into her food despite the impending conversation. “So, how did that date go, luv? You never sent me anything about it!”
She managed to throw Fareeha off, causing her to blush and take off her sunglasses.
“Well… We've been on three so far...”
“Did I actually get you a girlfriend this time?! You?! Miss serious business?!”
Fareeha snorted and threw a chip at her.
“Shut up. I'll have you know, Angela likes my company. So yeah, guess you were right.”
Lena laughed and gave a small cheer before returning to shoveling food.
“Y'see, I never thought you could hold one, luv. No offense but you are a massive dork. Despite the fact that you look like you could kill a man. Some girls are into that though.” She smiled cheekily. “Might be into leather too.”
Fareeha nearly took a spit take and Lena laughed as the she coughed.
“You are the worst person I have ever met.”
“Aww, I love you too!”
Their conversation faded off for the two to finish their meals. Fareeha had a very short lunch break, pertaining to the fact that she had to be ready for nearly anything. Lena saw her saddened expression when she had to ride a reinforced car instead of her beloved bike. The Raptora rarely got a chance to shine, but the Captain still didn't seem to let a speck of dirt on it.
She wondered if Fareeha rode the Raptora in her spare time.
“Lena.” Fareeha's stern voice knocked her train of thought off its tracks. “Be honest with me.”
Lena gulped but just tilted her head.
“'Bout what?”
“Your hoodie.”
“What about it?”
“It matches several reports we've been getting.”
Well shit, her jig was up. While she knew Fareeha would catch on, Lena had hoped that it could be a quiet understanding, not an upfront confrontation. She just couldn't take off the hoodie, even if it meant everything would fall to pieces.
“Lena.” Fareeha's voice was even, but laced with caution. “Are you Tracer?”
Well shit. She really was fucked.
“I have no idea who-”
“Lena.” Fareeha cut her off, not going louder then other customers at the restaurant. “Don't make this hard.” Her gaze never once left Lena. The painter had no idea how she managed to do that while eating. But despite her distractions, she could not run from the conversation.
“What would you do if I was?”
“I would ask why.”
“What if it was to help people? To prevent them from thinking that noone's gonna stand up for them?”
Fareeha leaned back, chair creaking beneath her as she went quiet for a moment.
“I won't arrest you. It doesn't feel right, but I won't. Not while the ones you are going against are still out there. You will answer to justice eventually but...” She tapped the table, a habit she did whenever she was thinking so much. “The law is not always justice.”
“Fareeha... I'm sorry.”
“I know.” She smiled slightly. “And I know you. I can trust you to do the right thing but,” she glared at her. “Do not go farther than spray painting. Anything else and I will stop you.”
Lena nodded and rubbed her chest.
“You have my word, luv. The world needs more heroes, not vandals.”
Fareeha fully smiled, the heavy air between them easing up.
“You're right. But Lena...” She stood with her drink and walked over to press it against Lena's cheek. Yelping as the cool side stung her skin, she pulled back. “Don't wear it anymore. You're going to burn up in his heat.” Fareeha leaned closer and whispered, “Plus those signs you've been covering belong to very dangerous people. You can't let them know it's you.”
Lena grumbled and rubbed her cheek.
“Who?”
Fareeha paused for a moment, seemingly contemplating on whether or not to tell.
“Just… Keep a look out okay? If anything strange starts happening, call someone. Even Song.”
Lena blinked and nodded before sighing as Fareeha stood up straight and rubbed her back.
“I need to get back. Remember what I said alright? We don't need heroes like you getting themselves killed.”
“Will you get down from there? You're going to get yourself killed!” Emily scolded while giggling. Lena, up on her perch, grinned.
“Rubbish, it's not that high up!”
Emily shook her head as her girlfriend painted the side of their apartment on the tree next to it.
“Lena, even if the fall won't kill you, I'm pretty someone will want to!”
That made her pause, humming in thought before turning to the window Emily was leaning out of.
“People can hate but you really should have more faith, luv. The world is full of good people who are willing to stop it. Besides, they won't be able to stop us from loving.” Lena smirked and hopped onto another branch to sidle against the apartment wall and kiss her.
After parting, Emily shook her head with a sigh and a smile.
