Lena sat at the dinner table with her legs crossed over one another. Her eyes were fixed to the outside world before her. Hovering shuttles and cars swerved and flew by her window in lines of different layers. Eichenwalde had grown so much in the past fifteen years despite the second Omnic Crisis. Towers now loomed where there was forest before. The town itself was now twice as big. It all seemed normal to her. Almost.

Her dress felt too light and revealing. She hadn't worn it since her dating years with Emily. The mere thought of her brought another pained clench over her chest as the memorial plaque with her name etched on it flashed into her thoughts. She closed her eyes, reaching a hand over the chronal crystal etched into a necklace that Winston had made her as a promotion gift. It pulsed warmly in her fist. Her orange open toed heels rested against the wood leg of the table. The whirr of hovering vehicles bled into sounds of jet engines from a war long past. Ghosts of bullets rang into her ears. She felt her muscles tense. She felt the familiar feeling of the jet's joysticks in her hands from her mere thoughts; the sound of metal being hit by enemy gunfire. She could see in her mind the apartment building, Emily's flat, blow up as Omnic Jet Class VI's bombed it in a run. The explosion from the memory caused her to snap back to the present. She opened her eyes. She had sweat running down from her forehead. Her heart was pounding and she couldn't breathe. She was about to get up from the table when a hand rested on her shoulder. She turned and saw Blake standing there with a smile on his face. He took a seat on the opposite side as an Omnic waiter came to take their order.

"Sorry I'm late, love," he said gently after ordering some wine for the both of them. He straightened up into his seat and looked across the table to Lena. She looked at him back stone faced before smiling, wiping the small trickle of sweat from her forehead as she pretended to brush a strand of hair back behind her ear.

"You're just in time, love." She replied, quite thankful that Blake had arrived to pull her out of the cold memory of war. She felt ashamed. Blake had seen more war and carnage in the Omnic Crisis II than she had, and if he showed any signs of PTSD then he didn't reveal it in front of her. He seemed so strong to her, and it made her blush somewhat.

Then someone stood up, heading over to the center of the restaurant floor. He was a tall man with sleeked black hair and mustache that made him look older than he really was. Lena recognized him as Marcel König, one of the few remaining Crusaders that squired under Reinhardt when he tried to bring their order back during the start of the last war. He was barely thirty-three years of age, but he was now one of the leaders of the New Crusader Order. He held up a glass and got everyone's attention. Everyone stood up with him in a circle. Lena and Blake held hands, grabbing their wine glasses and finding their way in the circle with the others that had gathered.

"Friends and allies!" he began as he raised his glass higher. "We are here to celebrate the dearly departed Reinhardt Wilhelm who fought for all of us and more through his many years as a Crusader. Not only was he able to keep fighting well into his retiring years, but he brought a dead order back from the grave to fight alongside him," He took a drink from his glass and everyone else did the same after the clapping had died down.

"But it wasn't just him that helped spearhead the way for us to rise up from the ashes," Marcel stretched out his arm, holding his hand out towards a woman. She was not nearly as tall as him, but she was slightly imposing. She had a few freckles dotting her node and cheeks, and dark brown hair that were tied into a ponytail at the top back of her head with two small braids flowing down each side at her temples to her collar. Lena and everyone recognized her as Brigitte Lindholm, Torbjorn's youngest daughter and only three years younger than Tracer. She was very beautiful.

"My wife, Brigitte, and my fellow Crusader in Arms." Brigitte smiled, a cute blush forming on her freckled cheeks. She brushed back some hair and went forward to meet her husband in the center of the room. They kissed and then she raised her own glass high.

"To the Master and Mentor. To Reinhardt. May he ride upon glory in the next life and keep watch over all of us." There was a cheer with more clapping and everyone downed their drinks.

The evening party went on as normal. People mingled with each other. Lena could see Angela and Torbjorn talking to one another in a merry conversation. It almost pained Lena to know that they were the very last of the team left. She was standing with Blake when Marcel approached them. His towering height shadowed over both of them. He bowed low and shook their hands. Then Lena saw that Brigitte was standing there with him, smiling at her. She smiled back and felt a small hint of heat flush her cheeks.

"Ah! The Tracer and the Soldier. A love poem of the tales we have heard so much!" His German to English was a bit rocky, but understandable. Lena and Brigitte kept eye contact with each other, almost a bit too long before Marcel noticed.

"Ah yes! This is my wife, Brigitte. But you must have known her already, Mrs Oxton. You fought alongside her father, yes?"

"Yeah I did," Lena finally said, turning to him. But we never actually met officially before. Overwatch was shut down before I could make a proper introduction to the Lindholm family."

"Well the pleasure is all mine, Lena Oxton," Brigitte said, stepping forward and taking her hand in a firm handshake. Lena shook it back and smiled. Blake and Marcel talked to each other. Brigitte and Lena, however, kept their hands held before Brigitte finally spoke.

"Care for a quick dance while the boys discuss war stories? I've heard all that I care to from Reinhardt as a squire to him," She giggled at the memory. Lena nodded following her to the center of the floor where the other dancers were. Brigitte led her past them all and to the exit.

The pillows fluffed beneath Lena's head. One hand gripping it tightly while the other gripped the top of Brigitte's head, the dark brown hair providing an anchor for her to hold onto. She arched her back, Brigitte's tongue gliding teasingly down along her navel and back to her sex. Her lips parted into a moan as she was made love to by the beautiful woman between her legs. Her knees bent and she rested each foot on Brigitte's muscular shoulders. She was glistening from sweat and her hips moved with Brigitte's mouth. The blindfold that was tied around her eyes prevented from seeing anything that was going on, which made her frustrated but turned on.

Brigitte shifted position, crawling up Lena's body and kissing at her neck. Lena wrapped her arms around her, moaning more as her head tilted back. She bit her bottom lip hard, chewing on it as Brigitte's lips glazed over the sensitive areas of her lengthy neck.

"Give me your hands, Lena." Brigitte whispered against her neck. Lena felt her hands being taken and positioned together above her head with Brigitte's strength. Then there was a feeling of cold metal followed by a Click. She tugged her hands, feeling them cuffed above her to the bed. She looked down, still blindfolded and felt Brigitte's lips capture hers in a kiss. Their wet tongues wrestling with each other as their lips held together. She felt Brigitte's muscular body pressing against hers, hands moving down her sides to tease at her thighs. Lena tilted her head back once more, Brigitte following her lead and attacking her neck again with her mouth. She felt her urges burning as her body was touched and teased.

"Fuck me…." Lena whispered, tugging harder at the handcuffs that Brigitte had locked her in. She felt Brigitte moving down her body, spreading her legs again for her. Lena lifted her feet to find their hold on her shoulders. She let out a harder moan as Brigitte's tongue flashed against the arch of her left foot before she kissed it.

"I plan to, love." Lena shuddered, feeling those warm soft lips return to her sex. Her hips ground against her face as each breath she took became deeper and more intense. The night continued on, the party going on as normal as Lena climaxed against Brigitte. Brigitte reaching up to muffle her mouth with her palm to keep her screams of pleasure silent. Lena kissed to base of her palm as Brigitte climbed back up her, straddling her waist. She leaned down, her hands caressing and holding Lena's cheeks as her lips captured hers once again. Lena could taste herself on them, feeling her tongue move along hers. Brigitte moaned softly against her lips, and just as she did, her hips began to move against hers again. This was going to be a very long night.

Eagle Tower was half guarded that night. Many of the Crusader's that acted as guards were at the party gathering in Eichenwalde; only a few remained behind to guard the various watchtowers around the world that Overwatch had constructed, but many of them were rookies who held the post with honor while the veterans and those closer to Reinhardt could celebrate. Eagle Tower, being the most prominent Tower, and so more Crusaders remained there to guard the prisons. Prison 77 was held at the base level apart from everything else. It had its own power supply, mechanical grid, and its own security detail. Inside the cell sat Isaac McNeal at the single table where food rations were served to him, though many would prefer that he not be fed at all. Angela Ziegler sat across from him, flipping through her folder and medical list. She had returned from the party earlier to check up on her patient.

"What's the schedule for today, Doctor?" Isaac asked in a cool voice as he lifted a spoon of white slop to his lips.

"Commander Oxton wants to have you evaluated again, Isaac," She began as she looked up at him. Despite everything he… no… everything Phantom had done, she couldn't help but feel sympathetic towards him. She had begun to treat his case as a severe split personality disorder. Ever since Overwatch, which ended the Omnic War II, had apprehended him Isaac had become much less aggressive. Even his appearance had changed nearly back to normal save for a few scars on his face. Yet no one fully believed Angela when she brought it up, they all believed Phantom had accomplished his goal of massacring as many as he could before surrendering.

"She still thinks he's inside me?"

"Is he?" She asked, looking at him sharply.

Isaac looked at her sadly, setting down the spoon, "I know I killed your wife, Doctor Ziegler. I'm asking for no forgiveness or mercy for what I had no control over." The mention of Fareeha made Angela hold her breath. There was a short silence before he continued, "I'll tell you the same thing I've always said. I was looking through eyes of a body I had no control over. It was like driving a car with someone else's hands on the steering wheel."

Angela had been told that story since they had brought him in. Down to the letter, it was the exact same thing. Angela had begun to wonder if it was actually true, if Isaac actually believed it. Yet Angela knew she couldn't trust him fully, Phantom was very skilled in manipulation, and she was cautious of many things he said.

"Is it morning or …?" Isaac sat back in his chair.

"Early dawn" She replied.

Isaac put his head into his hands, running his fingers over his crudely shaven head. "I've been in here for….?"

"Some would say too long. Others, like Commander Oxton, would say too little."

Isaac yawned. He stood up from his chair and lazily walked over to the cushionless bed that hung on the side of the wall. He sat down and then lay himself on it. "I think Im going to sleep again, Doctor. Im… so very tired again."

Angela got up and walked over to the cell doors. She took the ID card from her neck and pressed it to the window of it where a holographic computer appeared and unlocked the door for her. She had everything she needed. She was about to walk out when she heard Isaac call to her.

"Mrs. Amari?"

Angela stopped. Neither he nor anyone called her by that name since Fareeha was killed in action. She slowly turned and saw he had his back to her on the bed, cuddled up in his arms with his legs tucked in.

"I'm not afraid of monsters in the dark, Mrs. Amari. I'm not afraid of the monsters under my bed. I'm afraid of the monsters I see when I close my eyes. Will you sit with me until I'm asleep?"

The request was very odd. Angela remained where she was for a moment before walking slowly over to Isaac's bed. She sat down on the side of it, unsure of what to do. She saw him reach one hand up over his shoulder, which she hesitantly took. He gripped her hand tightly but not hard. She watched him closely, using her other hand to rest upon the energy pistol at her side. Minutes passed and still nothing happened. Nearly an hour went by and then Isaac's hand began to slack a bit between her fingers. She could see his chest rise and fall with soft beating breaths. A gentle snore found its way through his throat that gave her the final indication he was at last asleep. She gently let go of his hand and stood up, walking back to the door. She froze when she reached it. Standing there was Commander Oxton and Crusader Brigitte Lindholm in her Crusader armor. Both did not seem very happy at all. Angela stepped through, closing the cell door behind her. She took a glance at Lena before making her way past them to the elevator and back to her office.