#siodymph

It was snowing outside in the outskirts of Kings Row. And it was quite a lovely sight. Without the usual hustle and bustle of city life, the snow managed to remain pristine in color and untouched. Except for a few foot prints from the local fauna and humans that braved the brisk winds and low temperatures. More so the tire tracks that led to an outpost in the middle of the countryside that belonged to the organization that was Overwatch.

Just from the winter wonderland appearance in both the city and countryside, one might not believe that there was a fight in the city. One that the newly instated Overwatch was called in for. While some believe the fight between the peace keepers and the anti-omnic group would’ve been better resolved with certain agents on the team that was sent, the end result was a city not completely totaled with some of the destructive power of certain members. While there was some structural damage, it was quickly patched up in time for the winter holiday.

The same couldn’t be said for the surviving terrorist group members that were nursing both wounded pride and bodies from their cells in police custody. 

While most of the team that went to take care of the anti-omnic group were relatively fine, the main ones who were affected the most were Symmetra and Chimera. The fire user suffered with one of her mission prosthetics getting damaged and needing repairs. It was Symmetra that had suffered from multiple wounds and a broken leg. Thankfully, Mercy was with them and got it set back.

However, Symmetra was forced to bed rest so her leg could heal. Perhaps she could’ve been like some of her vocal team mates and curse both Morrison and Reyes for sending her on this mission. Then again.....she could have easily refused to go with the fact that there were enough agents going to take care of the enemy. Especially with Junkrat practically throwing himself prostrate on the ground before her, begging her not to go.

But she did, promising him that nothing would happen. And yet, she was stuck with nothing to do but rest. She couldn’t even work on blue prints for a new building in Oasis because Angela deemed it ‘strenuous’.  So that left her with the general ‘bored patient syndrome’ of reading books, watching tv and other little activities that wouldn’t aggravate her leg. It did help that someone was always around to have conversations with her.

More so having Jamison be with her, doing everything he could that would keep her from having something akin to cabin fever. However, Satya noticed that the closer it got to Christmas, the less she saw him. And she greatly missed his company.

When Christmas arrived, he arrived early in the morning, looking a bit haggard, but in jovial spirits to get her to the living room of the outpost. There, everyone exchanged presents. But it was Jamisons promise of his gift for her would be the best viewed at night.

“I still do not see why you wanted to give me your gift at night. And no one is here to see it.” Satya said from her place  on the couch, a cup of hot chocolate in her hands, looking out the bay windows towards the pristine snow view.

“Trust me, doll. You’ll love it.” Sitting next to her, she didn’t see the small remote that he had in his hand until a calm piano sounded from the stereo system. But what occupied it were the lights that littered outside in beautiful patterns, that were also in-sync with the tune of the music. In which she finally recognized when the electric guitar started playing. 

Sarajevo Carol of the Bells. She heard this a while ago and was intrigued with the mixture of classic and electric rock. But what got her were the lights. She didn’t notice anyone outside, nor any loud noises that would indicate that there were people working on this, so that raised a lot of questions. But the most important one she could ask was simple.

“How?” She asked in awe.

“Hell. No.”

“Please, Chime!” Jamison whined while watching Ana and Walidah bake sweets for the holiday meal for the outpost. He merely got the bird flipped at him quickly while the woman was finishing the made from scratch caramel icing for a 

“You might as well, ḥabībti. He did help you figure out what to get Roadhog.” Ana said, cutting up some figs with a sly smirk on her face since she knew that the fire users face will get dark.

“.....” the short pause was followed by a loud groaning sound emitting from the woman. Muttering something about being done, she washed her hands of the sticky icing before glaring at the junk man. “You owe me!” She hissed before walking out the kitchen.

“Let’s just say ah owe some Misses.” He said sheepishly with a chuckle as he wrapped a soft, powder blue fleece blanket around them both. Smiling when she rested her head on his shoulder, he kissed the crown of her head. “So? Was this a good present for ya?”

“No.” This had the junker tense up before he felt her hand cup his cheek and her lips on his for a quick kiss.