The War Goes On

               Gun shots and explosions surrounded you.

               The smell of blood flooded your nostrils… The warm and sticky substance was trickling through your dirty fingers. The wound on your side stung like hell, it made it hard for you to even consider moving. The blood that is drying on your face was surely from the gash at your hairline, though the pain from that was nothing like the gunshot wounds on your side and leg. The taste of copper invaded your mouth and the smell of blood was overwhelming.

               You were currently hiding behind a car on its side, in the middle of a chaotic battle between Talon and Overwatch Recall. The mission wasn’t supposed to end up like this. It wasn’t supposed to lead to you hiding away, most likely leading to you bleeding out. It wasn’t supposed cause so much death.

               In the moment, your mind was else-where from the battle, despite all the yells and distant firing of weapons. You were thinking of Jamison Fawkes, the crazy, bomb-loving junker. He, his friend Roadhog, and you were recruited to the Recall several months ago. Ever since then you three have helped each other grow into fine Overwatch agents and a wild group of friends.

               Jamison, who calls himself Junkrat, though was more than just a friend to you. Despite is crazy exterior and explosive tendencies, he was a really charmer. You fell for pretty much everything about him; his grin, the way his eyebrows furrow when makes his bombs, his laugh, when he hums songs, his subtle caring attitude… everything.

               The thought of him made you smile and close your eyes. At least you’ll have happy memories to think of if help doesn’t reach you.  You were thinking his accented voice saying your name… Well more like yelling. You furrow your brows as his voice seem to be closer and closer, a weird way of thinking of him. “(Y/N)….(Y/N)…”

‘(Y/N)!” His voice was sharp and clear as day, making your heavy eyed snap open. There he was, right in front of you with a look pure concern. His handsome, dirty face looked so upset which upset you as well. You noticed Roadhog behind him too, though his mask was blocking his face.

“Is this heaven?” You smiled.

“You haven’t died yet, (Y/N). Yer covered in blood, how bad are ya hurt?”

“Gunshot wound on my left side and leg, and a cut on my head. It hurts too much to move.” You coughed which made you wince. “I’ve lost a lot of blood too. I don’t know how long-“

“We will get you out of this, sheila. You’ll be fine okay?” He sounded so sure yet you felt too weak. “Mako you take her while I blow up any Talon scum in our way.”

Roadhogs large hands went behind your back and under your knees. He slowly lifted you from the ground as gently as he could, but you scream in pain. He stopped what he was doing and left you on the ground.

"It hurts..." You moaned, tears were streaming down your face from the excruciating pain.

"We gotta get moving, (Y/N)." Jamison's voice sounded shaky while his bottom lip quivered. "Ya gotta let Roadie pick ya up. We gotta get ya outta here."

"I-I can't move..." You cough. "Mako I love you l-like a brother, keep Jamie happy okay?"

"I will, (Y/N)." He spoke with remorse.

"Jamie, I love you and," A cough interrupted your sentence. You raise your hand and place it on his cheek, a smile on your paling face. "Not like a brother. I truly... love you."

   Hanzo Shimada glared at his younger brother as Genji lead him through the new Overwatch base. After many visits by Genji, trying to get his brother to join the recall, Hanzo finally agreed to join. It was either joining Overwatch with his pestering brother or the terrorist organization Talon, he chose the former. Plus, Genji told him he is in for a big surprise, which Hanzo doubted would be anything good.

   "We are here, brother." They stopped in front of two doors before the cyborg pushed them open, revealing a bunch of different agents sitting around. "Let me introduce you to everyone-"

   "There is no need, Genji." Hanzo glared.

   "Oh, there is. Everyone I have returned!" He called out, snapping everyone'd attention on them both. "I have returned with my brother, Hanzo Shimada!"  

   "What, the Hanzo? The one you and (Y/N) one shut up about?" One of the agents laugh. Hanzo's breath was caught in his throat and his hand latched onto the wedding band he wore as a necklace.  (Y/N) Shimada was his late wife, who was killed by assassins sent by the Shimada clan when him and (Y/N) were ambushed.  

   "Genji? What is the meaning of this?" Hanzo hissed to his brother, thinking this was some sort of sick joke. Genji simply shook his head and chuckle, pulling his brother through the room and down another hallway, stopping at one door.

   "Knock. Go ahead."

   "I swear-"

   "Just do it, Hanzo." The archer gulped, giving the door two, hard knocks against the door. There was some shuffling on the other side before the door slowly opening.

   (Y/N) Shimada.

   "Oh, hey Genji, hey Hanzo." She greeted casually, opening her bedroom wider while leaning on the frame. Hanzo's face was in pure shock, his jaw was slack and his eyes were wide as he stared at his supposedly dead wife. "Surprise, I'm... alive."

   "I will just leave you two catch up." The younger Shimada gave a bow a jogged away from the reunited couple.

   "So, I guess you want to know the story, huh? Why don't you in and I'll fill you in." She grabbed his hand, making him jump, before pulling into her room. She and Hanzo sat at the foot of her bed, he couldn't help but notice her wedding band was around her neck like his.

   "How-How are you still alive? I saw you get taken down by the assassins... you told me to run as you laid on the ground bleeding..." He felt his throat constrict and his eyes burn as the painful memory resurfaced in his mind. "You were alive and I left you-!"

   "Hanzo don't blame yourself. I wasn't even sure I was going to make it. I don't blame you for leaving either, I told you to." (Y/N) placed a hand on his cheek, swiping away a stray tear with the pad of her thumb. "After you left me, I thought I was going to die, but thankfully Genji was following us. He took care of the assassins and got me help. I left with minimal scarring, though Angela wasn't able to save my leg." She chuckled slightly and pulled up her pajama bottoms, revealing her right leg was a prosthetic.  

   "You've been alive all this time, yet you haven't reached out to me?"

   "Your good at hiding you tracks, it took Genji a long time to find you the first time." He looked at you in disbelief, making you sigh. "I spent a good amount of time unconscious due to blood loss and spent two months getting used to my new leg, I wanted to reach out to you but everyone thought against it until they knew you would join the recall. Trust me, if I could have I would of ran out of here to look for you, Hanzo." They sat in silence for a few seconds, he was still trying to process what his wife told him. "Look, if the leg bothers you..."

   "No, it doesn't. You're still beautiful."

   "I was joking, I would beat you with it if you found it disgusting." She laughed, making him snort at her tone.

   "I've missed you so much, my love." Hanzo pulled out the necklace that had his ring, she smiled and held out her ring.

  Work was especially frustrating.

  Your two co-workers decided to call in ‘sick’, leaving you to work way overtime, your boss was being way more hard on you then usual and you managed to hurt your wrist. So to say you were having a bad day was an understatement. You just needed to relax and you knew the place to go to.

  You walk up to the Overwatch base and swipe your card. You weren’t an offical member, but you did help out and were close friends with all the recall agents so you got special perks.

  You walk through the halls, making sure to stop at Angela’s office to check on your wrist before you went to the garden, finding the one and only Zenyatta. You quietly walk up to the meditating monk, carefully not to disturb him.

  “Hello, (Y/N).” He greeted, looking up to you. The omnic patted the ground next to him, signalling for you to join him, which you did. “I can see that you are upset, what is the issue?”

  “Just a bad at work.” You sigh and cross your legs. “I was hoping you hoping you could help me meditate?”

  “Of course. Follow my lead.” He showed you the meditation position which you mimiced flawlessly. “Close your eyes and take deep breaths and clear your mind of all negativity.” You do so, keeping your mind off of work and on the moment now. You and Zenyatta spend a good half-hour, meditating and listening to your surroundings.

“Thanks Zen, this really helped me relax.” You smile to the omnic and get up from the ground, he did so as well. “I should probably get going.”

“It’s no trouble at all, (Y/N).” He looked off towards the sky, noticing it starting get get dark. “You should probably stay here for the night, it is dangerous to walk alone at night.”

“I would love to but I don’t have any overnight clothes or-”

“I’m sure one of the other women will allow you to borrow their clothes. I insist, please stay the night.”

“How can I say no to you.” 

You layed in bed in one of the spare overwatch rooms, trying to sleep. Your mind felt clouded and troubled, making you feel like your wide awake. You groan and shove your face into the pillow.

A light knock on the door made you jolt.

“(Y/N), it is Zenyatta.” 

“Come in.” You sit up in bed and watch the omic come in, closing the door. “What are doing up so late?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He chuckled. 

“I can’t sleep. My mind is too... awake.”

“Here, this may help you.” Zenyatta placed one of his orbs by the beside table. It gave of a tranquil aura which made you immediately felt calm and relaxed. One of his cool hands found it’s way onto your shoulder, he leaned forward. “Sleep well, (Y/N).”