Gunslingers and Lightbringers

Epilogue

McCree sighed deeply as he felt a razor go through his beard, then looked at himself in the mirror as Symmetra worked on his appearance.

"Look at this mass of chaotic keratin." Symmetra grumbled as she used her blade of light to trim back McCree's beard, "But I promised I would let you keep some of it." she said and allowed some of the beard to stay.

"Yeah, but I had to trade my hair for it." McCree growled, then was quite relieved when Symmetra gave him a pretty good looking mustache, "Say..." he smiled.

"I will bring you back into Order." Symmetra said, then stopped when a knock was heard at the door.

A quick trip revealed they were inside a lavish hotel room, and that Symmetra was still wearing her white Utopaea robes. The woman answered the door and saw a butler standing outside with a platter.

"Your baby back ribs, madam." the butler said and revealed the food.

"I didn't order th-"

"'Scuse me, Symmy my dear." McCree, still donning his white clothing and some puffs of shaving cream, pushed Symmetra aside from the door, "That, my dear sir, would be mine." he licked his lips and grabbed the platter, "Thank ya kindly." he closed the door.

Symmetra tapped her foot in disapproval as her partner set down the food on the table, "Jesse-"

McCree was too busy eating the food to even acknowledge the calls, "Hamph... Mmm..." he licked his lips and then dunked a rib in a bowl of barbeque sauce, "By God... This is amazing." he nodded.

"Jesse McCree!" Symmetra called out loudly, causing the cowboy to turn with a mixture of shaving cream foam and sauce on his face, "You are an absolute disaster, look at you." she sighed and walked up to him.

"I was hungry." McCree said and cleaned his face with a large napkin, "But I guess..." he groaned, "I guess I can set this off so you could finish." he stood up and the two walked to the vanity area.

"Thank you." Symmetra said and remade her photon blade, "Now, time to get rid of this shame you call a hairstyle." she grabbed some of his locks and then cut the tips.

"Just letting you know, when we're done, me and my ribs will be undisturbed." McCree said and looked at himself in the mirror.

"Exquisite." Symmetra was becoming proud of her accomplishment.

"Satya." McCree chuckled as he twirled his mustache, "You did good. You did good."

"It feels odd when you call me by my real name." Symmetra sighed, "I've been so used to Symmy I think that's my real name." she cut another bit of hair.

"Satya, Symmetra, Symmy." McCree said, "Doesn't matter, it's still the same beautiful darlin'." he grinned and then looked at himself again, "My... I look dashin'." he grinned, "I look like a belong on a Riverboat or somethin'." he stood up and inspected himself, "I think I could just step out into the streets of El Dorado and no one would know me." he looked outside the window to see the skyline and the street life of nighttime city.

El Dorado was a rainbow of colors and a true Vanity fair. Though, keeping in with Symmetra's touch, everything was so orderly that all the streets were identical, and most buildings were the same height, with only the hotel and the Vishkar North America Building standing out. Even though it seemed like a Vanity Fair, there was no casino (as many of the big cities of the West had) and there was no superfluous amount of lighting that could cause a distraction.

"Shoot, if it had been up to me, our honeymoon would have been in a ranch somewhere in Texas... or maybe Dorado, Mexico." McCree muttered, "I've never been much of a city man mys-" he stopped when the scent of ribs tingled his nose.

Symmetra walked to their grand bed and sat there, watching the man stalk his prey with hungry eyes.

"Hahahahaa..." McCree appeared from behind table, eyes parallel to the wooden surface, "I got you no-"

"You know." Symmetra spoke, "I found out that the Honeymoon custom here was that the two partners did certain things." she shuffled on the bed.

McCree stopped looking at his ribs and then looked at Symmetra, "What are you implyin', woman?"

"Nothing." Symmetra stood, "I just thought I could adapt to American culture, but I guess I can stick with my own." she started to dance.

"Ehhh..." McCree stammered as he saw Symmetra (well, mostly her hips) sway and glide through the air, "Wow." he stared.

Symmetra smirked and brought him in close, "What's this in your pocket? Are you surprised to see me like this?" she rubbed his hip.

"No, it's just my gun." McCree responded plainly and took out his Peacekeeper, "I've been meaning to take it out since the wedding." he set it on the table, catching sight of his ribs, "Hold on there." he licked his lips.

Symmetra huffed and sat down on the bed, "Well, I'm going to sleep." she said and turned around.

"Sweet dreams, Symmy Lily." McCree rubbed his hands, but was then distracted when Symmetra started to remove her clothing.

"Though I do need help putting on my nightgown." Symmetra commented, "But I'll just do it myself."

McCree stood up, "That'll do, pig." he told his ribs, "That'll do." he then rolled and jumped on the bed.

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The night was cool, the lights of El Dorado were pouring into the room.

McCree was still awake, his bare chest supporting Symmetra's head as she slept peacefully. To the cowboy, even though the one dearest to him was safe, and that every threat he could think of was gone, there was still an eerie feeling in the room.

The feeling was killing him, so much so that the man sat up and looked dead ahead.

Suddenly, a ring.

McCree turned rapidly to see, that in his utility belt, a soft glow shone through the dark room. With a pounding heart, the cowboy walked over to his exterior clothing and opened his belt pocket, revealing a cellphone like device in it.

RECALLING OVERWATCH AGENTS- Read the call description, and alternating black and yellow backgrounds shone behind those white letters.

McCree took a deep breath to calm himself, turned down the ring until it was only vibrations, then stared at the phone for a solid 6 minutes.

The call continued, waiting to be answered to.
JESSE MCCREE, RECALLING OVERWATCH AGENTS, JESSE MCCREE, RECALLING OVERWATCH AGENTS.

McCree looked at the phone, then reminisced of times prior. There was a part of him that urged him to answer, the part were Justice wanted him to dispense it worldwide. However, there was also a part that looked at Symmetra, and the West, and the Original Justice- the very one that motivated the cowboy to even move and join Overwatch- that said, 'I will be with you always. And I will fight for you to my dying breath.'

JESSE MCCREE, RECALLING OVERWATCH AGENTS.

Should he go out and stop whatever evil is out there? What if it was a plot to lure him out like many times before? Maybe it was truly a time of need?

McCree looked back and forth to the phone and to Symmetra. "I made a promise." he finally spoke and looked at the phone, "And I made a wish." he added, then placed the phone on the table and with his bionic arm punched it until it was destroyed.

Gone was the alert, and gone was the incessant buzzing. However, gone was the chance for McCree to possibly fight for a farther reaching cause.

But this did not bother him.

Justice could be dispensed here.

The West sure as hell needed Protectin'.

And most of all, Symmetra needed someone by her side.

Thank you all for reading!
I will have a new story up (not a sequel) soon if time allows so please stay tuned for that.
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