#widowtracily

Amélie: What now?

Lena: I lost my contact!

Amélie: Ugh. You are hopeless sometimes. Here, I will find it.

Emily: *Walks in and sees them both bent over.*

When Amelie woke up again she was somewhere completely different.

She didn’t need to open her eyes to know the different feel of the bed beneath her, now a comfortable mattress rather than the gurney she had found herself before. She could faintly make out the hum of cars outside and the soft rumble of a heater meant to fight the chill that crept along the wall.

Unable to remember what she was doing here or why, uncertainty and panic began to rise in her chest but her body felt numb, overwhelmed by medication. She fought through the haze to open her eyes but was too exhausted to move, let alone see her own surroundings just yet.

The sound of a door opening and closing brought her into immediate attention, every muscle in her body tensed ready to spring into action despite the soreness.

Acting on instinct to listen closely to the shuffle of footsteps coming closer to her bedside she readied herself.

Without a second thought, the very moment she felt a hand brush against her bandaged forehead her eyes snapped open and her hand reached out to snatch at her captor like a caged predator lashing out.

But much to her surprise, a familiar redheaded figure grabbed her wrist first and pinned it down to the bed with a victorious smile.

Widowmaker talking about Emily: Stunning. Perfection. God’s most sublime creature. The muse who moved Sappho to tears.Graceful. Silken. Poised. A woman so fine she cannot be seduced, she must be romanced first. A Goddess.

summary: The day that Gérard died in her arms, Amélie did, too. Or so she thinks.

pairing: widowtracily/lemonteamaker

notes: i’ve been sitting on this chapter for a stupid long time simply because i was unsatisfied with it. oh well, here it is.

Tracer, seated at a table in a fancy restaurant: Emily, my love, I must confess! I have been having a taught, lurid affair with my arch nemesis, Widowmaker!

Emily, seated beside her and bursting into tears: Tracer, I must confess as well! I too have been having a taught, lurid affair with your arch nemesis Widowmaker!

Tracer, crying while pulling her girlfriend into a tight embrace: Don’t worry Emily! Nothing could drive us apart! We’ll get through this, I promise!

“They’re going to kill me.”

Lena straightened up, keeping a firm but gentle hold on Widowmaker’s shoulders, searching those conflicted golden eyes that struggled to find the right emotion to feel at the moment.

“The reconditioning stopped working months ago,” she mumbled quietly,”Now they know and if I don’t kill you-”

Lena suddenly became painfully aware she had never seen this before.

The occasional scoff, chuckle and smirk sure but this?

Widowmaker’s hands balled into a tight fist, her brows furrow in anger yet her eyes were glossy, tears falling freely as the frustration and anguish was tearing her apart.

“I can’t go home.”

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