#orenjikitty

Drip.

Especially.

Drip. Those constant. Drip. Never stopping.

Drip.

Drip.

Drip. Goddamned water droplets which never seemed to end falling.

One even ended up on Fareeha's nose, making her instinctively back away and immediately shake it off. She got lucky.

It was clean. And wasn't sludge.

The musty smell that followed after breathing in their first intake of air did not cover the painful groan coming out of the Russian donna, who was being supported by Fareeha and the cowboy themed bounty hunter. She had fallen to the ground after being released from the electroshock chair, barely able to stand. Fareeha was disgusted at the fact that Zarya's inflicted shock waves had been triple the amount she received.

The first thing Fareeha did after freeing herself and Zarya was to frisk the Roadhog torturer in case he had some valuable information. A map or something. He had an old fashioned walkie talkie on his possession, but nothing more. Cursing loudly in Arabic, Fareeha spent precious minutes searching all over the prison cell, lamenting about her lost phone, but not loudly enough to draw attention.

After giving up search, the Egyptian helped Jesse support Zarya towards the rusted, noisy steel door. Noticing it was too hard for Zarya to talk, Fareeha wordlessly asked Jesse what to do next. Shaking his head from side to side, Jeese re-examined the surroundings.

"While I admire the fact that you're still alive missy," Zarya gasped in pain, but did not retort, "I'll have to let you go now. We can't carry you at the same time, I'm afraid. Makes us all vunerable." Getting Zarya's weight off his hands, Jesse opened the Black Jack's gun barrel with a strong twist, adding three more bullets into the empty chambers. "Last three," spinning it and jamming the firing ammo back in place, Jesse fixed his retrieved poncho upwards, perhaps a reaction out of the cold. "We need to conserve our bullets."

"Easy for you to say." Fareeha's voice croaked, feeling like she hadn't spoken for months. "At least you found your weapons."

"I was lucky the guy who tortured me had them on him. But I know where your firearms are. And missy's too. Not that you need to rely on them completely to kill someone, unless you've lost your touch." Hissing out between cletched teeth, a wounded bear told Jesse to stop calling her 'missy'. "Anyhow. 'Reeha. Miss," Zarya groaned at the ignored advice, "We need to find Junkrat's main gun cabinet. It's our best shot to stock up and retrieve our weapons. I'm sure I saw first aid kits lying about there. If not, that is our best location to find them." An eye twitched with annoyance at the sight of Fareeha's face, lowering one side of a hat that had seen better days.

"Not to mention getting rid of that thing off you. How the hell did you get that? Did Junkrat feel lucky? Or is there by mistake?"

Pharah let out a much needed laugh. "Both-" Laughing was a mistake.

The muscles under the burn mark were still reeling from the sudden burning iron mashed into her skin, shocked nerves keeping Pharah from using all of her facial structure temporarily. Turning her head towards the left side of her cheek, Fareeha's neck felt slightly exposed against chilly winds, having grown tired of the rumbling pipes. Painfully low artificial light sparked through ill kept electric lighting, some of them humming irritating buzzing noises above them.

"The sooner we get home the better."

"Da, da," Zarya agreed wholeheartedly, "I can't vait to see, see m-my little sun again."

Memories of pain and unabashed fury resurfaced in both escapee's minds. "And get our revenge." Pharah had managed to restrain any sign of pain with all her might. But the memory of that brand burning down, smashed fiercely against cheek and bone...

Like she was some sort of CATTLE.

"Da, nesomnenno. But first, home and rest. Maybe some broth too."

Fareeha looked upwards towards her taller, buffer associate. The reddened rope and stuffing marks were still lingering on Zarya's battered state too. "He really wanted to kill you. That bastard."

Drip. Lowering her head, Zarya started shaking, her body remembering its limits. "Da."

"We're gonna steam roll him, making him writhe in pain and regret messing with us."

Noting that this calmed Zarya down a little, Pharah clenched her teeth, feeling powerless at their situation.

"Look at us. Cowering and fleeing in the dark. Like we're a bunch of mook-"

Clearing his throat a little after observing in slience, Jesse raised his hand, urging the two freed mobsters to remain silent. Crouching in the shadows, all three heard quickening heartbeats pound into their ears, as clear footsteps started walking towards their closed cell. Fareeha looked upwards. No wonder it was so dark from the outside.

'We need to reach the storage area. That is where the gun cabinet is. Follow me, and you'll both be fine.'

Perhaps it was the wrong time to go back. Maybe she missed the phone and it was still there. Junkrat's henchmen were careless.

Just like--

Holding their breath, all three released it simultaneously after echoing footsteps went back towards the opposite direction. No time turning back. Letting a little sigh of relief escape, Pharah couldn't help but miss a certain partner in crime, whom she had promised to return to her side no matter what happened.

'I know you've been at one of Junkrat's hideouts once, but this place is different 'Reeha. Let's just say he learnt from the last time he had unexpected guests.'

Fareeha had to fight herself to keep a snort climbing from her throat, whispering back. 'It doesn't look that different.'

Waiting until the patrolling shadow faded from sight, the escapees waited the signal.

"Okay. Now. This way."

"Jou'd b-better knov vhere jou're going, covboy."

"Don't worry, if we get lost, I'll tell you first missy."

"Za-Zarya hold still or Mei will mark my other cheek with a cold iron stick and worse."

Facing a fuming ovtcharka in his line of sight, Jesse smiled, still wary of their surroundings. "No wonder you're still alive. Follow me."

-

Reaching a hidden hatch undetected, Fareeha stayed on guard as Jesse removed the sachets of grain hiding the iron lid. "This is where I came from. We'll go first left, get your weapons, then we're out of here. We'll find some plasters if we're lucky."

Feeling Zarya stumble, Fareeha kept her stance steady. This kept the Russian woman from commenting.

After removing a heavy box, the last barrier between their cell and freedom, a consistent noise of falling water started to sound audible.

When Jesse lifted it, there were no more doubts. A ladder became visible. Zarya lurched back out of instinct, dragging Fareeha with her.

"No vay. Ve are not going through severs, suka bljad. Either ve lover the vater levels or ve find another vay."

Irritation showed on Jesse's scowl. "Let me ask you a question. Were you tied up?"

"Da-"

"Were you tied up and half naked?" Jesse continued, not giving Zarya a chance to respond. "Were you cuffed up from your wrists, punched into your liver, shocked with a cable attached to a car battery for days, with nothing but water and rats for company?" Pointing towards the ladder with his eyes, Jesse started climbing down. "If I can go through this, you can too. Come on. Before the alarm's set off by one of those idiots."

Going down last, Fareeha helped Zarya climb the ladder very slowly, before reaching the lower ground herself.

"Close the hatch. That will stall them." The water was probably freezing cold.

And it was.

Shaking off the memory of Junkrat's bellowing face, Pharah resumed giving Zarya support, all three walking forward in the tunnel ahead, following the leader. "Stay close. From now on, we're in hostile territory." Glancing towards the never ending corridors and pipes, careful about the camera's locations situated on corners and ice cold water beneath them, they marched on. 

Kicking a loose pipe out of the way ("No one's here during this hour.") Jesse raised a heavy gate by rotating a tough valve, giving up after it got stuck.

"Fareeha, I need your help. Can you stand on your own for a second missy?"

"I ca- can lead a country on my ovn."

"Good. 'Reeha, come replace me for a second. Maybe you can make this valve move faster than me."

Making sure Zarya leaned on the nearest wall securely (“Mei?” "Mei.") she turned the stuck value around until it stopped. "Nice and easy..."

To everyone's dismay, Jesse kept shaking the knob when the exit didn't budge.

"Shit. It's jammed."

"Pro- probably locked."

"Marmaladed."

Two people turned their heads instantly. "Seriously Amari? N-"

Unmistakable splashes of footsteps smothered through the water, steadily heading towards their location.

Heart pounding through every second, Jesse started pushing the door outwards, a lock preventing all of them from hoisting towards safety.

"SHIT-!! Not now--!! This wasn't locked before-!"

"Zarya come-! There's no tim-!!"

"GO--!!"

"What?!"

Jesse aimed his gun towards the chipped metal lock, the close range being an advantage. The pistol ejected one single bullet shell.

"Two more."

Grabbing the nearest loose pipe and using it as a shield, Zarya yelled back. "I'll reach jou. Let go of the valve and RUN!"

"We can't leave you! No fucking-!"

Fareeha yelled when Jesse pulled her towards the exit, the iron gate slowly falling back in place, barricading between them and Zarya.

"JESSE! Zarya's still-!"

Many sparks started to hit Zarya's makeshift weapon and the gate, sharp projectiles breaching through the gate's defensive walls.

"Hold still."

With nerves of steel, a stone-cold killer was convinced to not move a muscle, never passing a second glance. Using Fareeha's shoulder to steady his arm, Jesse made short work of two mooks running towards Zarya, two clean shots landing on their temples making them stop.

"I owe you that much missy! Make sure to don't die now!"

"GO-! Vat the hell are jou-!"

Pistol smoke echoed dangerously close to Fareeha's blind spot. She felt herself being dragged from the edge of her tattered shirt's collar. An empty cartridge fell beside her, but did not let it be a distraction. "Let me go-!! We have to stay behind!" Fareeha could only see Zarya knock out visible mooks with the force of sheer grit. Out of sixth sense, Fareeha could tell Zarya was distracted.

"TO YOUR RIGHT-!!"

Zarya flung the blood-stained pipe towards her right, stopping a surprise attack just in time.

"Hah! Spasibo shakal!! Just like in Moscov-!!"

The falling gate shut down like a guillotine, but not before Fareeha tossed the discarded cartridge sharply for a headshot, aiding her friend once more. "Don't let this fuckhole be your goddamned grave, or it’s my head Mei will roll!! Rip their fucking hearts out!! You hear me Zarya--!! Rip their fucking hearts out--!!!" Swinging with all her might, Zarya knocked down three charging henchmen with her makeshift shield, knocking another's teeth out with no remorse.

"This way! QUICK!"

Finally listening, Fareeha ran towards the door, furious when Jesse started barricading it from their side after slamming it shut.

"What the fuck are you doing-??"

"The intelligent thing. If Zarya makes it she'll knock it down," sealing the door, Jesse rushed towards the ladder. "We can make it, but we're completely weaponless now." Gunshots hit the only barrier they had, the hinges moving with every impact.

"This was supposed to be a shortcut. She can find another way to catch up from here. For now, stick with me."

Jesse reached out a gloved hand to an old associate's direction. 

"For old time's sake."

Regretfully, Fareeha followed Jesse, the temperature around them feeling colder and colder.

Feeling time slow down around her, Zarya looked back, enemy blows and adrenaline the only energy pounding through her veins.

Pharah was safe. She owed nothing to that gunslinger. Zarya had sharper focus now that she saw clear.

"STAY ALIVE AMARI-! I'LL REACH JOU SOON-!!" Another mook biting dust, Zarya now tossed the pipe forcefully to stop three at once, picking dropped machine guns from the dead and firing until she stopped spinning. 

Pulling her trigger-fingers away after looking down at the empty gun barrels, Zarya took breath. Falling to her knees, she looked around a pile of corpses, blood, and emptied bullet shells.

Only psychopaths count.

Drip.

She couldn't tell the difference between the cold water and her own blood anymore.

Drip. More came. Of course they did. Threw a tear gas too. An act of cowards.

Zarya could barely breathe. 

Pain shot up from her knees, having no realised her body met the ground. Feeling them swell, Zarya could only hiss in agony, rising up to run. Feeling a rough hand pull back from the opposite direction, Zarya could only gasp as the one person she wanted to crush smiled back at her. "Good thing I found you again. Mei would've been so disappointed in me." A surge of bellowing laughter echoed through the tunnels, as Zarya finally let the adrenaline rush subside, fatigue taking over the unforgiving punch landing into her ribs.

"Take her back to the cell. I've been too soft."

Kneeing her to the face, Zarya spit fresh blood, as she fed off the urge to scream just to give Junkrat a false sense of security. Letting his mooks drag her horizontally back towards the cell, she kept her injured head low, pretending to be the pelt of a bear not yet killed.

Sorry... solnyshko...

Despite her inner strength, Zarya was still human.

I... cannot make it tonight...

Fareeha and Jesse retreated back to the shadows once the alarm bells started ringing, alerting everyone of their escape.

‘Shit. Stay behind. I'll scout ahead.’

Knocking the wind out of a running henchman with three swift punched slammed into his gut, Pharah dragged the heavy unconscious man's body where she was, to not be seen by anyone else, arming herself in a wink of an eye.

Quietly moving up to the side, Fareeha waited for Jesse's signal, charging forward, hitting another unsuspecting guard in the neck.

Maybe she should start planning for the future too, Ana thought as she looked into the bathroom mirror. At least, plan for a more immediate future.

The door opened, and Kamilah blinked at the sight of her. "What are you doing?"

Ana hummed, merely tilting her head as she continued pushing gently under her breasts – which had felt a little tender recently.

"Are you going to bathe?" Kamilah asked, probably because Ana was standing in only her underwear.

"No," she drawled. "I'm just thinking when I should get new bras."

Kamilah chuckled, entering the bathroom proper. "You still have a little way to go, dear."

"Yeah, I know," Ana sighed. She turned this way and that, looking over her muscular physique. "Can't wait to wear those ugly maternity uniforms."

"You'll look dashing in them."

"Oh please. I'll look like a bloated fish. And I'll lose these babies." She rubbed a hand over her chiseled abs wistfully, sighing again. "Promise you'll still love me when I don't look sexy anymore."

"Nonsense." Kamilah hugged her firmly from behind, kissing her on the cheek. "You'll always look sexy. And you'll be sexier than Beyoncé when she was pregnant."

Ana laughed. "Please, Milah. That's blasphemy."

"It's the truth." Kamilah smiled, running her fingers down Ana's stomach. "All these don't matter. You'll always be beautiful to me."

OR

Ana found that having distractions during these sessions helped to keep Fareeha's attention occupied. She would lay a row of colourful toys before Fareeha, whose gaze would follow them as Ana moved the toys around, trying to entice Fareeha into reaching for them. It made for some good family time too, something that helped Kamilah relax each night she came home. The women would play with the toys together, sometimes making up stories on the fly to add a dash of fun. Ana received a knock on her head though, when she told Kamilah's kitty plush to ride Fart, Ana's purple dragon. 'It's totally innocent!' was Ana's defense, but she couldn't stop giggling as Kamilah rolled her eyes.

"How is 'Hey cutie, wanna ride me?' innocent at all?" Kamilah asked.