(Part 2)
Summary: Short drabbles about the many times Octane fell for Wattson during the games and out of the games. Rating: K-T Relationships: Octane/Wattson Tags: Fluff, Humor, Octane being dumb, Wattson being a cinnamon rollÂ
The second time Octane fell for Wattson was when he saw her tinkering on her pylon, the static causing her hair to stand on end, a concentrated look on her face. Sheâd never looked more breathtaking.Â
It was quiet in the halls, his daily stroll taking him anywhere and nowhere, the need to move driving him on. The silence allowed his mind to wander, his thoughts circulating around the blonde. Their conversation was quite comical considering theyâd never really spoke before she knocked him senseless, him commenting on her strength, her blushing up to her ears. It was the adrenaline, she had said, hands covering her face. Even though it was muffled, Octane had heard her and he answered with a laugh, âKeep tellinâ yourself that, mi amiga!â
A loud clatter startled him, halting his steps. Peering around the corner, Octane noticed the familiar pylon sitting on a table top, the sparks popping around the metal. A curse was heard, the scientist appearing behind the table, frustration clearly etched into her normally soft features. âI donât understand what the problem isâŚâ Speaking to no one in particular, Wattson sat down in one of the many chairs in the lab, fingers massaging her temples.Â
The mechanism itself was a mystery to Octane, having no idea how her brilliant mind came up with such a contraption, he just understood what it did and how it influenced strategies in the Apex games. âWait!â Her voice rang out, causing him to jump as she quickly stood, screwdriver and wrench in hand. The beaming smile that was on her lips caused his heart to momentarily stop, eyes trained on the lithe figure before him. How he had never noticed her beauty before, he wasnât sure, but looking at her like this was something else. Silently, he watched her work, interested in all of the twists and turns in her movements, lip bitten between her bottom teeth. Definitely beautiful.Â
A loud pop was heard, Octane immediately becoming concerned at the brightness of the static shock that was emitted from the pylon. He was about to step in and check on her when she popped back up, an excited squeal escaping her. âThat does it!â With a clap, she sat the tools down, watching as the electricity was freely escaping the machine. It seemed Wattson had finally fixed it. It was then that she noticed his presence, a friendly wave sent his way.
âI wasnât aware I had a visitor,â he heard in her thick accent, hands clasped in front of her in a signature fashion.Â
âI was just takinâ a stroll and I heard somethinâ interesting so I came to check it out,â he responded, hand gesturing to her handiwork.Â
âOh! I see. After the last fight, it got damaged pretty badly so repairs were required.â Wattson was still smiling at him when the machine crackled once more, the static electricity letting itself become known as it caused her normally clean kept hair to stand on end.
Not being able to help himself, Octane laughed as the blush flew to her cheeks, her hands coming up to try and tame the unruly mess. âDoes that normally happen? Itâs quite⌠shocking?â His attempt at a joke was lame but it caused her to relax and laugh with him.Â
âWell, sometimes! It just depends on the severity of repairs that have to be made.â Giving up on her hair (at least until she switched the pylon off), Wattson now gave him her full attention.Â
Honestly, she looked adorable like this and he couldnât help but smile, even though she couldnât see it behind his mask. âThe hard work sure pays off, amiga. Iâd never be able to make somethinâ like that.â
The honesty behind his compliment brought her heart a flutter, her flush darkening ever so slightly. âThank you,â she murmured, shifting her weight on her feet.
âSilva, yer gonna be late for lunch! Where are ya hidinâ this time?â Lifelineâs voice echoed down the hall, causing them to both look for the source.Â
Seeing her approach, Octane shrugged his shoulders, âGuess Iâve been found.â A giggle was his answer, Wattson shutting off her machine just in time for the medic to stop in front of her lab.Â
âWhaddya doinâ here? Bothering her again with yer nonsense?â Hands on her hips, Lifeline sent him a scowl.
âNo, he was interested in my work.â Wattson stepped in then, smiling softly at the red head.
With a disbelieving look aimed at her childhood friend, Lifeline let the subject drop, âYa, sure. Letâs go, Silva, before ya get into trouble.â Turning to go, she let them be, making note to ask him what was really going on.
âAh, well, I guess Iâd better go or sheâll be dragginâ me by my ear next.â With a nod, he turned to go, a wave sent over his shoulder.Â
âSee you!â Wattson waved in return even though he couldnât see it. There was a certain lightness in her heart from their encounter and the smile never once left her face.













