god im going to CRY!!!!!!!!!

I did it... Overwatch fic XD

Well... My hubby gifted me the game some weeks ago, and I fall in love with the characters almost inmediately >_<

Sooooo, besides my actual obsession with Mass Effect and Dragon Age, now I have added a new one (hurray? XD)

Here it is, my first angsty fic for Reaper76, hope you like it ^^

Since he has found Ana at El Cairo, his world has turned to pieces once more. Every single night since then, Jack lays under the night sky, letting the memories wash over him. Closing his eyes, he can feel again the explosion, the pain in his head and legs, the blood running down his face… and the heartache. The knowledge that he can be death, buried under tons of debris of what once has been a happy home for them. Jack breathing quickened, anxiety peaking. He has died that day, Jack Morrison buried forgotten under the walls of the base. The man who stood up from the dust will never be the same. Face scarred forever, eyes damaged almost irremediably, legs were broken, heart shattered to pieces. He has lost his house, his job, his family, his will to live. Moving a hand to his face, Jack takes off the mask, leaving the visor in place but gaining some space to breathe. Sitting back, he puts the mask aside, following the scars on his face with trembling fingertips. The damned day has left him scarred forever more, in and out. The angry lines of the wounds run even deeper on his soul.

Ana appears at his side, as silently as ever, bringing him a cup of coffee and a blanket. “I can hear your brain from the basement.”

Taking the cup and letting her to cover his shoulders with the blanket, he just sighs. “Yeah. It’s a hard situation to digest.” Sipping from the mug, he let the bitter flavour wash the blood one the memories always bring back. “Damn, Ana. I’m too old for this crap.”

The older woman sits beside him, pushing him with her shoulder, “My thoughts exactly.” Sipping their coffees, they share some minutes of companionable silence, the distant humming of the city is the perfect background sound. At last, Ana’s tiny hand reaches for Jack’s, “You need to let it go, Jack, or it will kill you for real this time.”

Shaking his head, he snorts softly, “I’m already dead inside, Ana. I just keep moving thanks to the hate, and now… now I have lost my main reason. If he wants to kill me, I’ll go, gladly.” When she lets his hand go with a sad sigh, he wraps an arm around her shoulders. “You still have Pharah. You know she always suspected you were alive and kicking.”

Now is her turn to snort, “Sure, because she will understand the way I ran away from Overwatch, from her, from my life.”

“She will. She has changed a great deal since you disappeared. And Mercy is with her. You know how much good that blondie can bring to your daughter.”

Ana sighs, lowering her face, “I know. I must admit that I used to spy on her, just to check that she was doing fine. I’m happy for them.”

Giving her a half hug, he let her go, wrapping himself better in the blanket, “Now go inside and get some rest. I’ll wake you up in the morning.”

“You are not my Commander anymore, remember?”

Pushing her shoulder, Jack’s husky voice resounds in the silent night, “No, but I’m your friend. Go and get some well-deserved sleep, Ana.” Without a single word, she stands up, leaning a hand on his shoulder before leaving the roof. The silence and the distant noise of El Cairo keeping him company. Jack finishes the coffee, putting the empty mug aside before lying down, fixing his gaze on the sky. The visor lets him see but had stolen his ability to enjoy it, turning the natural beauty into a digital reproduction of it. No warm, no realness, just the coldness of technology. Closing his eyes, he tries to remember how it was to be just Jack, on happier days, when the weight of the war isn’t on their shoulders... When Gabe walked by his side. But even that is being stolen from him. The memories are fading, like the colours of a painting. He tries to save something, grasping it like a madman, trying to keep at least the most precious one, but nothing can stop the pass of time. With a sigh, he frees an arm from under the blanket, searching on his jacket for the only thing he saved from the debris of the base that hellish day. His hand appears in front of his visor, a tiny photo, ragged and stained, with a happy Gabriel leaning against him during a party. They were so in love then. The war was a distant threat. Yes, they were training for it, but once SEP medical augmentations have ended, they were free to be just themselves. For almost two months, he has enjoyed the full happiness of a relationship with Gabriel. No more weekends spent on the couch sick to death, no more training until their hands bleed and their muscles broke. Just regular training, to keep them fit, and lots of free time. That photo was taken during the birthday party they made for Jenna, just a week before the fucking robots attacked, destroying their little bubble of happiness.

He was so lost in his thoughts, that he didn’t feel the presence beside him until it is too late. The shadowy form of the Reaper materialises over him, a foot on his chest and both weapons aimed at his head. “Morrison.”

Hearing that voice again, even distorted by the mask, make something stir inside of Jack. “Gabriel.” Lowering the hand, he puts down the photography, moving the same hand to take off his visor. If he has to die, he wants to do it seeing him with his real eyes.

As soon as the visor falls to one side, the twin weapons moved to aim to his chest instead, giving Reaper a clear view of his face. “Don’t want to see the death coming, Jack?”

“Exactly the opposite. I want to see you, for true, when you kill me at last.”

Reaper tilts his head to one side, listening to his words but trying to understand them, “Are you giving up already? The great Commander Morrison is giving up?”

Jack has to laugh, he almost sounds like the old times, mocking him about his rank. “I’ve been dead for the last years, pursuing something that has been a lie. I’m tired, Gabriel. I’m fucking tired. I just want to ask a last favour, for the years we have been together, leave Ana out of this.”

“The damn boy scout didn’t die that day, huh? I wasn’t planning to hurt her anyway. I’ve turned myself in a monster, but I still have a good memory. She never wronged me. Her only sin is you, and I will make you disappear tonight.”

“Good. Do it, then. I will not fight you.”

Seconds pass, none of them moving a single muscle, the silence around them almost ominous. At last, Reaper throws away one of the shotguns, the other still aiming at him. “What the hell has this war did to you, Morrison? Have you lost the will to fight?”

The sardonic laugh that leaves Jack surprises both of them, and Reaper tilts his head to one side, trying to understand the man in front of him. “It was not the war what broke me, Gabriel. It was the fucking explosion. The one that made me believe you were dead, the one that scarred me forever. The only thing that pushed me to keep fighting was revenge, and now… now I can’t keep doing it. So yes, I lost the will to fight. Do what you have come to do.”

With a raging scream, Reaper disappears from over him, appearing in a corner of the roof, no weapon on his hands. “Damn, Morrison. Not like this. I’m not gonna kill you without a fight.”

Sitting back, Jack recovers the visor from the ground, playing with him, “Then you are stuck with me, because I will not fight against you again, not anymore.”

Something like a sigh preludes his movement. The ghostly form of Reaper crosses the roof, disappearing over the ridge before Jack can’t say anything more. He fixes the visor in place, activating the long-range vision and seeing the shadow of Gabriel move in the distance until he is lost between the darkness of the desert. “See you soon, Gabe.”