The two of them got up off the ground, they had their guns ready, they slowly and cautiously walked up to the two Germans having a cigarette, when they were only about a foot away, the two pilots hit the Germans over the head with their pistols. The blow knocked the two Germans unconscious, the two pilots looked at each other and smiled.

Capt Ross: "Nice job Lieutenant."

Tracer: "Thank you, now what will we do with them?" Capt Ross looked around and saw some rope and two white handkerchiefs in the German Lieutenant's shirt pocket.

Capt Ross: "Simple, we tie them to a tree, and gag them, and we take the motorcycles and head for the Swiss border, simple." They tied the unconscious Germans to a tree and placed the handkerchiefs around their mouths. They even took the krauts uniforms for good measure, they put on the German uniforms over theirs in case they were caught, they wouldn't be shot as spies.

Capt Ross: "Well, how do I look?"

Tracer: "Like a Nazi."

Capt Ross: "Perfect." The both of them got on the motorcycles and were about to go, until...

Capt Ross: "Wait a minute, can you ride a motorcycle?" Tracer looked at him with a cheeky grin.

Tracer: "Can you?"

Capt Ross: "Touche." The two of them started the motorcycles and drove off down the road, it was getting light, so they pulled off the road and back into the woods. They went deep into the woods to not be seen. They put the motorcycles on the ground and pulled out their pistols.

Tracer immediately sat down next to her Motorcycle and the Captain sat next to his, the two of them were really tired and decided to get some sleep. They would have more energy in the morning to continue on, they weren't far from Switzerland, another 40 miles and they would be there.

Tracer was back in the Slipstream, she kicked out the fuselage and got out of the cockpit, she looked around and she was surrounded by snow, she went over to the radio in the cockpit.

Tracer: "Hello, HELLO? Is anyone receiving me?" There was no answer, she sighed, she took out the emergency kit, she managed to find some dry wood and light a fire, she waited for her friends to come find her.

She managed to take some parts of the jet make a flimsy shelter for the night, she looked at the stars and smiled a bit, she knew her friends would find her and she'd be home again. The Next day, she made tried to find any parts possible to try and fix the radio so she could try to talk to Winston. She found a few wires and some other little pieces of metal, she patched up the radio fairly well, and tried to get in contact with her friends again.

Tracer: "Hello, HELLO, is anyone there, this is Tracer, I've crashed in god knows where."

Winston (Static): "Tracer, thank goodness, we've.." The message cut out because of the static, she tried again to get Winston back.

Tracer: "Hello, Winston dear, are you there?" But there was just static, she threw down the radio transmitter and cursed under breath. "Damn, I hope Winston was able get a signal from that to send someone to find me."

The Next Day

Tracer had managed to find a blanket and got very close to the dimming fire, she then saw some people in the distance, Tracer waved and shouted, but they didn't seem to hear them. She kept trying to get their attention but soon they were out of sight, she was devastated, then she heard a voice calling her name.

?: "Tracer, Tracer."

Capt Ross: "Tracer, Tracer wake up." Tracer shot up, hitting Capt Ross on the forehead, again. "Ow."

Tracer: "Sorry, is there something wrong?"

Capt Ross: "No, but you looked like you were having a bad dream, you kept tossing and turning."

Tracer: "Well, I guess it's nerves about being this close to the Swiss border." Capt Ross looked away from Tracer. "Is something wrong?"

Capt Ross: "Well, it was about your hand?" Tracer felt her heart stop, he had noticed her hand. "When I was helping you onto the truck, it was as if, you hand was transparent and it was like a ghost." Tracer sighed, she had no way to hide that from Capt Ross.

Tracer: "Well, when I crashed, the Slipstream uses a new kind of fuel that, well, if your exposed to it you, become a bit of a ghost on contact with the fuel." Capt Ross was wide eyed, he couldn't believe it, he knew he had to keep all those things about the new fighter jet to himself, and try and forget it, to never mention it.

Capt Ross: "Well, it must be a rough thing. But we'll be in Switzerland soon and they can help you there, don't worry, I won't say a word about the thing." He winked which made Tracer laugh a bit.

Meanwhile

The SS Major had driven down the road and had found the two Wehrmacht soldiers tied to a tree with white handkerchiefs around their mouths, the other men with the Major untied the two Wehrmacht soldiers.

SS Major: "YOU BUMBLING IDIOTIC FOOLS! You allow yourselves to be tied up and have your motorcycles and Uniforms stolen by a couple of Allied Airmen?!"

Wehrmacht Lieutenant: "Mein Herr, they took us by surprise, we didn't know they were behind us."

SS Major: "DUMMKOPF! I will see to it that the both of you are transferred to the Russian Front for this. CORPORAL!"

SS Corporal: "Yes sir!"

SS Major: "We will need to go into Bonndorf, alert the post's along the Swiss border for two allied airmen."

SS Corporal: "Jawhol Mein Herr."

The three SS soldiers and the SS Major got back in the car and drove on towards Bonndorf, the town that was the main headquarters for the border outposts. They were going to there to put the entire area on alert.

Later

Both Capt Ross and Tracer were back on the road, they were heading to Bonndorf, their second to last obstacle between them and freedom, they would have to go through the town in order to make the home stretch to the border. They entered the town without complications, they passed by a small cafe when a Wehrmacht soldier called them over.

Wehrmacht Private: "Hey, you two." Capt Ross and Tracer traded nervous looks and went over to the German soldier. "I have too see your papers." The Captain made it look like he was looking in the pocket of the German uniform, but ended up kicking the kraut on his back. The two of them rode quickly away on the motorcycles while the Wehrmacht troops around the cafe opened fire on them. A Wehrmacht officer walked out of the cafe and straightened his cap pointed at the two pilots in disguise.

Wehrmacht Captain: "SHOOT THEM, FOLLOW THEM, DON'T LET THEM ESCAPE!" Some of the Germans got on some motorcycles, some with sidecars with MG34's. The Wehrmacht Captain got in a nearby Kubelwagon and followed with the other men in the motorcycles.

The two pilots rode down the road and stopped at a nearby crossroads where there was an abandoned shack to catch their breath, they took off the German uniforms to make sure they weren't shot as spies.

Tracer: "Well, that could have gone better." She giggled, Capt Ross didn't really find the comedic side to it, but still showed her a smile.

Capt Ross: "Your telling me, that is as close as I ever wa..." He felt something come from the Wehrmacht Officer's coat he just took off, it was wire cutters. "Well if we weren't born under lucky stars."

Tracer: "What is it love?"

Capt Ross: "These wire cutters will help us get across the border, we'll cut through the wire and as soon as you can say 'Hitler is a stupid little corporal with anger problem' and we'll be home again." Just then, they heard the motorcycles chasing them, they pulled out their Colt 1911's and waited, but the motorcycles, followed by two Kubelwagons just passed.

Tracer: "Well, what now?" Capt Ross grinned.

Capt Ross: "We head south." He got back on his motorcycle and started it, and so did Tracer with hers, they headed south.

The two of them continued over the countryside, the roads would be crawling with German patrols, they went over a hill and got onto a road that was made by constant use of German trucks. But when they reached a bend in the road, they saw a German checkpoint, and behind the,m, their pursuers on the motorcycles, so they went left, they were shot at but the krauts managed to not hit a thing. They continued over the hill and from where they were, they saw the Swiss-German Border.

Capt Ross: "Well look at that, we're right there." The two sped down quickly, but the Germans were on both sides of them, one full platoon of infantry on their right, and two trucks full of troops on their left, being led by a familiar kraut in a black uniform.

They jumped over the first wall of barbed wire, then Capt Ross got off his bike and started cutting a hole wide enough for Tracer and himself to get through, he had just snipped away the last two lengths of wire. Now the Germans were closing in, he waved at Tracer to go first, she did, now it was his turn, he went back for the motorcycle but then realized there was no time and he slipped through the wire, until...

SS Major: "HALT!" The Major pulled out his Luger and fired at the Captain's leg, he grazed it but it hurt like hell, the Captain managed to wiggle through the wire and now, he and Tracer were home free.

The two of them ran 1000 yards up a hill before jumping up and cheering, they were now in Switzerland and the Germans couldn't shoot at them from across the border.

Capt Ross: "WE DID IT, YAHOO!"

Tracer: "I KNEW WE WOULD DO IT, I KNEW WE WOULD!" The jumped and cheered and even blew some Rasberry's at the Germans now throwing their helmets and caps on the ground, but the German SS Major was taking it the worst,he was having a full on tantrum like a baby.

Later That Day

The two of them were where all downed pilots go after evading the Germans, the allied embassy where a SHAEF officer went to see about them getting back and accommodations.

LtCol Davis: "Now you two understand that Switzerland is a neutral country, but you'll be safe here until we can get you transport back to England, what did you say your names were."

Tracer: "Lena Oxton."

Capt Ross: "Edward G Ross." Col Davis looked up at the Captain, them back down at the paper.

LtCol Davis: "Hmm."

Capt Ross: "Is everything alright sir?"

LtCol Davis: "It's that there was a Ross here yesterday." Capt Ross looked up and his eyes were as wide as dinner plates.

Capt Ross: "Was his first name Harvey?"

LtCol Davis: "Why, y-yes, but how did you know?" Capt Ross smiled, and he looked like he was going to cry.

Capt Ross: "He's my brother."

LtCol Davis: "Well Captain, if you want to see him, he'll be here in about an hour, if you care to wait."

Capt Davis: "I would Colonel, thank you." The Captain and Tracer got up, and went into the lobby of the embassy building. The Captain jumped for joy, and Tracer knew why, he was going to see his brother who he hadn't seen in what he would say is forever.

Tracer: "Well, it looks like I'd better be going."

Capt Ross: "Wait, I'd like to thank you." Thank her? Tracer didn't understand.

Tracer: "Why, what did I do?"

Capt Ross: "There would be no way for me to get here to Switzerland if it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be able to see my brother again, and I wouldn't have realized that, well, not all fighter pilots are bad."

Tracer: "Well, I should be saying the same about you love, if I didn't come across you when you first landed, I might have been shark bait for the Germans, so I return the thanks."

Capt Ross: "Well sure, I guess I'll see you back in England hopefully."

Tracer: "I'll look you up when I get there." She put out her hand to shake hands, the Captain did the same and shook hands, Tracer left the building, but as she left, a american airman walked in. Capt Ross turned to see the american officer who just entered, a clean dress uniform with Captains bars on his shoulders. The Captain stood up and looked at the Officer, and the officer looked back at him.

Capt Ross: "Harv?"

Capt Ross: "Ed?" The two walked up to each other, and gave each other a hug, then they just took a good look at each other.

Capt Edward Ross: "Look at you, you haven't changed."

Capt Harvey Ross: "Did you expect me to in a few months older brother?" They both laughed. "Come on, I'll buy you a drink." And the two of them left to find a bar.

Meanwhile

Tracer was walking down the street when she noticed something, her whole right arm was now transparent, she looked at her legs, they were becoming transparent, she quickly ran over to a nearby ally. She saw that the transparency had gone up to her torso. She closed her eyes, she was prepared to disappear from time completely, them she found herself back in the cockpit of the Slipstream, but this time she heard voices, faint, but she could hear them. She saw the silhouettes of people walking towards her.

Tracer: "HEY, OVER HERE!"

Three Years Later

Tracer had now been back with Overwatch for a few months now, they were finally able to help her with being a ghost in time, Winston had made her a chronal accelerator to keep her anchored in time and to help her in fights. She also had two pulse pistols that she used during fights, it was a bit of her own idea because of what had happened to her. Overwatch was now disbanded because of the United Nations figured they were not needed anymore, and the Petras act made all Overwatch activity illegal. But Tracer was going to keep a promise she had made, she used Athena to look up Captain Edward Ross, 918th Bomb Group, 8th Air Force, United States Army Air Corps. She had found that he was promoted to Major after he was shot down and survived the war, he then was put in the field in Korea during the Korean War with Bomber Command, and helped to mass produce US Fighter Jet efforts in the now United States Air Force.

Tracer: "Thanks a lot Ed, thanks a lot.

Off we go into the wild blue yonder
Climbing high into the sun;
Here they come zooming to meet our thunder,
At'em boys, giv'er the gun!
Down we dive spouting our flames from under,
Off with one hell-uv-a roar!
We live in fame or go down in flame,
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!

Minds of men fashioned a crate of thunder
Sent it high into the blue
Hands of men blasted the world asunder,
How they live God only knew!
Souls of men dreaming of skies to conquer
Gave us wings ever to soar,
With scouts before and bombers galore,
Nothing can stop the Army Air Corps!

Here's a toast to the host of those
Who love the vastness of the sky,
To a friend we send the message
Of his brother men who fly.
We drink to those who gave their all of old,
Then down we roar
to score the rainbow's pot of gold.
A toast to the host of men we boast the Army Air Corps.

Off we go into the wild sky yonder,
Keep the wings level and true!
If you'd live to be a gray haired wonder,
Keep your nose out of the blue!
Flying men guarding our nation's borders,
We'll be there followed by more,
In echelon we carry on!
Nothing'll stop the Army Air Corps!