#queue fall down

Satya did not like to be late. She glanced at her watch. Yes, she was right on time. She pressed the doorbell and waited for someone to answer the door. She smiled at the woman who was struggling with the toddler.

“Yes, hello. You must be Miss Oxton and I that boy is Winston.”

At the sight of someone new, Winston paused in his peanut butter smearing to stare at her and grin.

“Hi!” He greeted excitedly. Lena smiled.

“From who, your enemies? Why would they be coming after me?”

At this point all of this, Lena, Overwatch and the potential enemies were all new to her. The way Lena said that made her feel worried now.

Lena just pulled Emily into a tight hug, squeezing her. “They won’t come after you, because I won’t let them.” She promised.

“Hm?” Angela looked up at Fareeha, having not even noticed the other woman standing behind her. She jolted upright, her chair making a noise as she sat up in it straight, her pen nearly falling from her hand. She had been chewing at the end of it, desperate to figure out the last part of the work she was doing. Her cheeks heated and she pointedly did not look at the younger woman.

“I-I have no idea what you mean.”

“You’re adorable.” Fareeha smiled, setting a mug of tea next to Angela, rubbing her back without thinking.

Anglea, like so many other people, wore something to cover her wrists, to keep the name of her soulmate from people who didn’t need to know it. Angela’s cover of choice were a pair of gloves. She was careful when switching them for patients, choosing darker colored latex gloves, but she wore the gloves all the time. She knew the name on her wrist, almost as well as she knew her own.

Fareeha.

It was beautiful, and Angela had spent more than one night wondering what Fareeha looked like, what movies she liked, if they would even get along.

Angela was sent to help out a private security company out of Egypt called Helix. She hadn’t really expected much to come from it - she was just supposed to make sure as many as possible made it out alive. She had arrived too late to really get to know everyone’s names, but she knew she would recognize them by the armor that they wore.

The mission was, fortunately, a success, but Angela was far too tired to leave now. She had a few more days before she was scheduled to leave and sight-seeing could be fun…

One of the soldiers, a woman with a tattoo under her eye, came over to Angela, a friendly smile on her face. Angela smiled and faced her, glad she had yet to change out of her Valkyrie armor now that she saw that the soldier was still in her Raptora armor.

“We did not get a chance to meet before the mission began. My name is Angela Ziegler. I’m glad the mission was a success.”

Fareeha was unsociable, that’s what everyone said. She 

f r o w n e d 

too much, and gave off a scary air to those around her. But she was

d e t e r m i n e d

not to be that person any more. So when she heard news of a new Doctor joining them, she decided it would be best to try and

b e f r i e n d

her. Which is why she approached, once they were clear. She hadn’t quite managed a

s m i l e ,

but she was doing her best not to frown. Until she heard the other woman’s name.

A n g e l a .

Just as she read every morning after waking, and every night before sleep.

“Fareeha Amari, Ma’am.” In her recovery of her mental facualties, Fareeha had

d e f a u l t e d

Lena was silent for a long while, not even looking at her as she swallowed down how much that hurt. For a girlfriend to say that to her hurt more than it could with anyone else. It meant that obviously that she’d done a lot wrong that Hana was just building up because she was nice.

“Then you don’t have to be with me anymore.” With that she backed off for a moment with a shrug, not knowing what even to do anymore before she hastily walked off towards her bedroom.

Hana often spoke without thinking. It had gotten her into a lot of

t r o u b l e

more than once, but this felt like the worst.

“Lena, wait!” She called, feet carrying her after her girlfriend with as much

s p e e d

as she could manage, despite knowing that Lena could out-pace her with ease if she really wanted. She snagged Lena’s arm, breathing a sigh of

r e l i e f

    Breathe.

    She had to remind herself to breathe.

    Hypersensitivity made her clothing itch along her skin. The locks of hair that framed her face tickled her cheeks in an unbearable manner. Eyes caught sight of the very dust flecks floating idly in the air just as the question did.

         “So … Did you miss me?” She’d said. She had to remind herself of what she had said as she stared at the ghost standing before her in both a mix of shock and dawning horror.

    The clipboard within her fingers slipped from her grasp as her hands shook, papers pulling free as it clattered noisily to the ground.

    Blue eyes were wide, practically bulging and–

    She wasn’t breathing.

    A hand flitted to her chest as she staggered a few steps back, the weight of a lodestone slamming into her sternum. She inhaled with no grace as it was guttural and made her crystalline eyes water.

         “So … Did you miss me?”

    Was this real? Or a dream? A vivid, cruel hallucination? To project Amelie before her very eyes when she knew the woman was a sniper turned sleeper agent, working for the enemy?

    Of course she had missed Amelie. More than anything in the world, but what became conveyed was …

    She turned around and began to run.

    Coughing and hyperventilating. Choking on her own sobs, she didn’t care. Her files she’d been carting were completely forgotten as she bolted in the opposite direction. Her footsteps staggering the entire way as she could not draw in an even breath.

Amelie hadn’t meant to scare Angela. Though really, she should have guessed. She’d been gone for a long time.

“Angela!” She hadn’t expected the doctor to run, and without thinking, long legs took off after her. She outpaced her quickly and ducked in front of her. “Angela please, I didn’t mean to frighten you. Please stop running.” She asked hopefully, now moving backwards, hoping that Angela didn’t side-step otherwise she’d be forced to run again. And she didn’t want to keep running.

During her de-conditioning, when she’d been left alone, she’d dreamed about re-uniting with her old friend. She’d ask if Angela had missed her, they’d both cry a little, though she’d probably cry more with everything so out of balance for her. They’d hug and she’d apologise for everything she’d done when she hadn’t been herself.

Really, she should have known that real life wouldn’t work like that for her.

“Why not?” Angela smiled as she sat beside Fareeha, grinning at the other woman. “You looked lonely. Maybe it was just a conversation starter.”

Fareeha chuckled, wiping her forehead and offering a water bottle out to Angela.

[SMS 💋 Fareeha 💋] Fareeha?

[SMS 💋 Fareeha 💋] Fareeha please answer me it’s been three days

[SMS 💋 Fareeha 💋] Just… please be okay…

[Text to: Angel Face] Hospital.