Sighing, she laid her head to rest on Fareeha's shoulder. "You're not helping," she whimpered.

"I realized it the moment I uttered it. But," Fay nuzzled her friend between her cheek and shoulder, "you know I mean it in the most endearing way possible. You are not getting any older. Everyone has someone and here you are, stealing me away from Jesse. Again."

Angela's lips curled up like a cat's smile, "You're one to complain." Flicking her finger down Fareeha's nose. "Weren't you the one who wanted to date me." A coy look flickered in her blue orbs. "Could have sworn you wanted to marry me," she teased.

"Psh," she playfully pushed Angela from her shoulder. "I would never." An unmistakable blush crossed her tan cheeks.

"You're blushing."

"Am not," she swatted at the blonde before attempting to tickle her.

"Ah," she snorted, "I'm not the ticklish one buuuuuuuut," her devilish grin took hold, "you are."

Fingers flying at a mile a minute, she let them dance over every tender edge of Pharah's body. The woman tried to squirm and flee, but Angela was too determined to let her prey escape. Wherever the raven moved, Angela followed like a shadow. "You can't escape me!"

Between the panting and pleading, they missed a body join them in the room. It wasn't until it cleared its throat that both women turned to face the figure that leaned against the door frame. Slowly, she dropped her hands and slowly Pharah wore a sheepish grin on her face. In unison, the women stifled their giggles.

"I leave you two alone for five minutes," Jesse began, "and I come back to you rolling all over each other."

"It's not what you think," Fareeha quickly sputtered off. "She was assaulting me!"

"Uh-huh, suuuuure. With her wild, tickling fingers. If I were you, I'd call the sheriff." McCree said with evident sarcasm.

"Not sure I know a sheriff," the raven commented with a twinkle in her eye, "but I do know a bounty hunter. Perhaps he can make my problem disappear."

Fingers twirling above his hip, he reached for his gun. Unable to resist the urge, Angela whispered, "Anyone know what time is it?" Giggles erupted between the girls and Jesse groaned. "Sorry, Jesse, I couldn't help it. It's not noon though." She glanced at her watch. "Oh, wait... it actually is."

Growling, he stormed out of the room, annoyed that he could actually justify using "It's high noon" to actually tell them the time. But no, one spunky blonde had to steal his thunder.

"He gets very moody when you ruin his stance," Fareeha commented. "But now that he's back, I should probably see what we need to do next. This house isn't going to fix itself." Her deep mocha eyes fell on Angela. "Don't suppose you want to help? We're taking out a wall today!"

Shaking her head, Angela rose to her feet. "No, I'm... uh... busy." Nervously, her eyes looked from left to right.

"Sure, sure. Busy with what?" Pharah knew it a lie but played along. "Got a hot date?"


"Make it sound believable, Ang."

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do!" she corrected with a firm head nod.


"Errr," Angela's lips pushed forward as she tried to think of a name, "with someone."

"No shit," Jesse called from the other room.

"Not helping," Angela purred back.

"You know what," Fareeha reached for her phone, "I might actually know a guy!"

"Oh?" Before she could retract her comment, Fareeha's fingers mashed buttons. She knew exactly what her friend was doing. "No, no, no," she waved her hands before her face. "No please don't set me up on a blind date. Not again!"

"Too late," Fay smirked. "The date's been set. At 7 tonight, you're meeting him at the M & L Lounge. Wear something nice." Pulling up from the floor, she rolled off her shirt so it wouldn't get ruined. This left her standing in a pair of ripped jeans and a sports bra, a truly lovely sight to see. "I'm taken," she teased, "remember?"

Nervously, she paced back and forth out in front of the restaurant. This was the right place, right? Mill Diner. That's what Pharah said, right? And she said be there at 7, right?

Looking up at the tacky neon sign, she wondered why the hell she had to dress up for this place. It didn't look fancy and, peeking in the window, she couldn't see anyone else in a professional looking dress.

Did I get the place wrong?

Had she not been so frazzled by the whole concept, perhaps she would have remembered to grab her phone, of which she left plugged into the kitchen wall. She was realizing this now and kicking herself for being so foolish. She was better than this! She blamed the heat, her hunger, and the fact that her last blind date setup by Pharah ended with her "date" being pursued by the police. She shuttered just thinking of the man. What was his name again. Hoag? Hoak? Hog? Again, she shuttered. Whoever he was, he creeped her out!

Sucking in a breath of air, she pulled open the first door. A wave of cool air hit her, instantly sending a shiver down her spine. Chewing her lip, she fingered the next door but found no strength to open it. Recoiling her hand, she took a step back.

"Am I... am I really doing this." Every ounce of her well being told her it was a dick move but, but she didn't want to fall victim to another one of Pharah's failed attempts. Pharah was the absolute worst at setting up dates. She accidentally tried to get Lucio and Symmetra together-and that ended with a near bloodbath for those two still hate each other from past events! Not to mention that one time she tried to hook Reinhardt up with this old witch of a woman who hated Germans! Again, what was she thinking!

Stepping backwards, she walked straight back into someone with a firm chest. Eyes widening, she swallowed the lump that formed in her throat. Quickly, she spun around to gaze up at the masked eyes of a man who easily stood a good 5-inches taller than her.

Voice trapped in the back of her throat, she bashfully looked away. Despite not seeing his eyes, he had a very handsome face, even if it was riddled with scars. "S-sorry," she tried to sputter out. Nervously, she tucked her hair behind her ear. Then she dared to look up.

He was handsome. By god was he handsome. His lips, slender and kissable, were twisted into an amused smirk. His brows were arched over the curve of his non-transparent red shades. And his moon-kissed white locks looked absolutely stunning in the twilight.

Angela's lips fell apart as she gazed up at him with awe. Was this... was this her date?!

She felt her heart flutter before she graced him with a sheepish grin. "I..." she couldn't stop blushing!


The word was so unexpected that it caused her to jump. Looking up, she caught him smile at her again. When she registered that it was his name, she blushed. "I'm Angela."

"You, uh," Jack rubbed the back of his neck, "waiting for anyone?"

Don't blow this. Don't blow this!

"I was waiting for you," she purred with confidence. The boldness of her statement dumbfounded him for he didn't utter a word. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say that." She buried her flustered face in her hands. "I'm an idiot. Gah," she turned curtly, ready to leave. There was no way she could do this! She wasn't meant to date anyone. She had no game, no skill. She was a doctor! She was meant to live alone!

Before she could flee from the room, his hand brushed against her forearm lightly. "Don't," he cooed. "Don't leave."

Stopping in her tracks, Angela turned her head to look over her shoulder at him. He seemed... so, gah! He was perfect and she was running away! Running away because she didn't want to deal with him and his suave style.

Blinking, she told herself she could do this. She passed up the perfect man years ago. She wasn't about to do it again. Sucking in a sharp breath, she spun back around. Arm out, Angela looked up at him. "Better hold onto me. I've been known to run."

His lips twitched. "Then it's a good thing I'm fast."

"You're kidding me," she giggled while holding onto his forearm. "You really had that happen? I... like... how?"

"Birds can't hold stuff in. When they need to go, they go." He chuckled to himself while telling the story. "And I... being the idiot that I was, thought it would be cool to put the chick on my head. After it... you know'ed, I regretted it. Spent the rest of the month getting called CS-Chicken Shit."

Her hand flew up to cover her lips as she laughed. "And what did you do? I would have been so embarrassed. Oh, and thank you for dinner."

"Ha, no problem. It was my pleasure. And I learned from my father, rest his soul, that you can either be afraid or you can man up and own it. So I asked my mom to make me a shirt with a chicken butt on it and embraced the jeering."

Shaking her head, Angela smirked. "Well you're far braver than me."

"How so?" Although she couldn't see it, he checked her out. "You're a combat medic. Aren't you? Or rather, weren't you?"

"H-how did you know?" Her brows furrowed, curious as to how he could tell.

"You look familiar. You were a part of Overwatch, no?"

She was silent.

"Ah," he smirked. "Well aren't you a rebel. Didn't peg you as that kind of person."

"I'm not a rebel," she huffed, "I'm doing this to save lives. I... I can't lose anyone else. We lost too many good people that day. And days thereafter. I'm here to keep the body count low."

A cool breeze nipped at her exposed ankles. Shuddering, she folded her arms over herself. Before she could even chatter her teeth, a jacket was draped over her shoulders.

"I never did ask," her smile greeted him, "what's the 76 stand for?" She breathed in his scent as she put on the jacket.

"You're... Swiss, right?"

"Yeah?" Her confusion evident on her face.

"1776. The year that, no offense, the best country in the whole damn world formed."

"I didn't peg you as an arrogant, history buff," Ang swatted his forearm lightly. With a smile on her face, she took in the sights around her. "Oh, this is my stop." She reached for the keys in her purse. "I..." Invite him in. Ask him to stay. Fumbling, she couldn't seem to find those damn keys.

Preoccupied with finding the jingling objects, she missed him step closer. She missed the faint touch on the back of her neck. She also missed her head lift.

When she did catch on to what was happening, she leaned forward. Up and into him.

It was faint, brief. It wasn't anything sexual or lust-worthy. But it was sweet. Small and sincere. It was actually cute. So cute that her face would likely remain this shade of red well into tomorrow.

I CAN'T BELIEVE WE KISSED!? She was screaming internally but on the outside she played it cool. "Can I ask for your number."

"76," he quipped without hesitation.

When she realized it wasn't a full set of numbers, she swatted him. "I meant your phone number, jerk."

With much hesitation, he did eventually give her his digits.

"There," she said after writing the number down on her palm, "that wasn't so hard, was it?"

"No," Jack chuckled, "I suppose not."

Finally managing to get her keys out, she stepped closer to her apartment door. "Jack," she called out his name as he turned to step away.

"Yes, Angela?"

"Will I... will I see you again?"

He never responded, sans giving her a smirk.

"Should I take that as a yes?" she called after him, but still received nothing in response. Though it didn't matter. As far as she was concerned, this date was a huge success!

"Well, how did your date go?"

"He was amazing! Oh my god, Fay, I had such a great time. I didn't get home until 1 AM!" she hugged her best friend. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

"Wow," Pharah returned the gesture, "that's awesome. Do you think he'd want to join us for the fireworks tomorrow night? Jesse knows the perfect place to park to see them."

"I can ask!" she quipped while shooting Jack a text. "Though I'm not sure I took his number down right. Perhaps you can text him too. You know, just to be sure. Wouldn't want to accidentally mess this one up. He's," she blushed, "different. And in the good way."

"Like he could be the one...?" she had to ask.

"Only time will tell, but I really hope so. He's funny, sweet, handsome beyond belief. He's smart too. And I love his confidence!" She gushed. "I'm so sorry I ever doubted you!"





"Burgers in aluminum? And the buns in the bag?"

"Check and check!"

Jesse crossed off the last items on the list. "Then I think we're all set."

"Nooooo," Angela protested. "He's not here yet. We can't leave without him."

Just as Pharah was about to say something, the doorbell rang. "Well speak of the devil," she purred while stepping to open the door. "Genji! Long time no see. I heard your date wit-"

"Who the hell is that," Angela's face contorted in such a way that it actually made her look ugly.

"Uh," Fareeha whirled around to look at Angie. "What do you mean? You had dinner with him last night."

The blonde shook her head violently. "No, that's not him."

"Uh, yes. This is Genji. The one you met up with a M & L."

"Wait," her brows furrowed. "M and L?" A serious look washed over her. "I was supposed to be at M and L?"

"Yeah...?" At this point, Fareeha was just as confused. "Why, is that not where you went?"

"Nooooooo." Angela puffed out her cheeks. "I went to Mill's."

"Why the hell would you go to Mills?!" At this point, Pharah was actually getting annoyed. "And you," she turned to Genji, "why didn't you tell me she was a no show."

"I... was late." he admitted. "So I assumed she had left. I had an urgent matter to attend and didn't arrive until 7:30. When you sent me the text, I figured she was giving me a se-"


Silence followed the ring of the doorbell.

"Anyone going to get that," Jesse asked. When no one moved, he answered the door.

Sure enough, there in the fading light, stood the man for the night prior, clad in that leather 76 jacket with the deep red sunglasses and the snow-colored hair. Before he could even say hi, a pair of arms flung around him.

"Jack!" she buried her face into his chest. "I'm so glad you could make it!"

Amused by her enthusiasm, his sly smirk crept onto his face. "You told me you like to run. So I came; I didn't want to miss you."

Cheeks as red as tomatoes, she bashfully averted her stare. That was until she heard the light tap-tap-tap of Pharah's boot on the hardwood floor. "Oh," she looked up, realizing she owed the crew some sort of explanation. "Uh, this is Jack. I met him at Mill Diner." Hand crawling up to scratch the back of her head, she tagged on a sheepish laugh. "Apparently I went to the wrong restaurant." She turned to look at him. "I was supposed to meet this guy," she pointed over at Genji.

"Wow," Jack brushed off the other guy and stepped forward to shake hands. "You look just like your mother, Fareeha."

"M-my mother?!" Fareeha cocked a brow before looking over at Jesse. "H-how do you know my mother."

"Captain Amari? Ha, we go way back." Then he tilted his head to the side. "As do you and I," his lips folded into a frown. "You were a real pain in the ass back then, kid."

"Kid?" A crinkle formed on his nose. Now he was just as confused as the rest.

"Nice to see you ditched the black and red, Genji. These lighter colors suit you more."

Equally as confused, he stepped closer to Pharah. "Just who is this guy?"

Smile slipping onto Jack's face, he glanced over to Angela who now stood eagerly by his side. "I even know you, doc. We were on a first name bias."

Processing this information, she cupped her hand around her chin. Who would she know that knew all these people and then some. He knew a lot about Overwatch. Was it possible he was Overwatch? And if so, who would know both sides - Blackwatch and Overwatch.

Her pupils shrank as her lips fell ajar. Heartbeat coming to a halt, she snapped her head to look up at him. Sunglasses off his face, she fell to her knees. Tears instantly filled her eyes. A whimper gripped her and her body fell numb.

About 7 years ago, she met a man who she'd come to adore. She learned to like him and, eventually, love him. When she finally gathered up the courage to ask him on a date, an explosion ripped a hole into her plans. He was pronounced dead, though no body was found.

But how could a body be found, especially if she was staring up at him.

"J-Jack Morrison."

The name a whisper as it rolled off her lips. Seven years ago she fell for that man. And now, seven years later, she fell for him again.