People often saw the concept of one's daughter getting married as a beautiful exciting occasion. And this was exciting but not necessarily a beautiful thing. Roadhog knew damn well this would only lead to Charlotte being either killed or miserable. But he had a conflict inside himself. One he sat around contemplating knowing the longer he did so the longer he would be bothered. By the time he decided what to do it would be too late.

Roadhog had been laying in bed for hours all night. Zarya wasn't here tonight. She had her own bunk. It's not like she was his to lay on and doze as he did last night. It was odd to think just today he accused his own daughter of bringing drugs with her to make a sale when she arrived at her future home. Charlotte didn't deserve to be yelled at. He tried to just talk to her. Instead he just asked. It wasn't his fault she had a temper. So there. He won that much at least. So why was he unsatisfied? He sat up. Mako had to rationalize. Self medicate. Think it through.

All he needed was sleep.

Just a minute to close his eyes and breathe as he felt himself sinking almost. And eventually he had found himself in a deep sleep.

She stood before him with her usual curves and muscles proudly protruding from her body like petals from a rose, or thorns given the right circumstances. She sat on his bed with bare naked thighs crossed when he saw her sitting there. Her surprisingly dainty hands running along her shaved skin. How long was she there? Mako wondered. Just staring at her full naked figure was a true wonder. And it made his chest flutter. There was the sensation that he had to act now. So he shut the door behind him without a word of defiance parting from his lips. He removed his mask as soon as the lights were off. He wouldn't show her his face. Not now. He was on top and she was beneath him and submissive as a woman usually is in these things. Some would suspect Zarya a dominant woman but not with Mako. Not ever. The night lasted long with the unspoken acts they committed to in the dark.

But soon it went away when Mako woke up.

He sat up and sweated. His heart raced as he felt cold. Why Zarya? Why her? What was it she said? She didn't speak a word in the dream. She just let out those sounds...those sounds oh god. He wanted to hear her again. He wondered what her real moans sounded like. And without thought he opened the door to his bed and stepped out looking at the bunk above his. Her door was shut still. It was still late at night. There's no way in hell she was awake. Zarya was probably in a coma in there by now. And what the hell would he do anyway? Roadhog cowered back to bed and huffed. Was he really supposed to barge in without a plan? That was more Junkrat's thing. Not thinking to so much as run away during a heist. Was lust really doing this to him right now? He shivered. It had been so long since he had last...well. Done that.

The night was going on forever. There was no end to the laying awake and torment. And no matter the amount of time he spent tossing and turning and breathing deep, he still stayed awake. His chest pounding. He craved that woman's touch. It didn't need to be sexual but he would at least like to lay his head on her lap or her chest or even her shoulder if it meant he could take in her warmth the way he did last night. He usually loved being alone. But when it came to Zarya...he wanted to give respectful space at day and sleep with her all night. Sexually or not. So that had to have meaning. But he hadn't had meaning in this sort of thing since last time.

He could still see his wife as though he just walked away from her after kissing her goodbye. Her short curly blonde hair and freckles peppering her white cheeks. Her whole dress a light pink in the sun. She was sleepy looking. The only one who took care of the baby while he worked in the liberation front. He played a role so that he could stop eventually and be the father he was meant to be. It was just going to take a while. A while of fighting so she could stay happy. And he would do it willingly.

Her green eyes vanished the farther they got. And he didn't know it was the last time he would see them meeting his. And if he knew that, he would have stayed there and looked at them for hours and apologize for what he'd done. Move to the city and let go what happened. Let the farm go. Even if it was an heirloom, it wasn't worth them losing each other.

Would Zarya be anything like her?

He looked up at the bunk above his own and reached a hand out, pressing against the metal with his hand curiously knowing she was on the other side. It reminded him of when Charlotte wasn't born yet and he used to press his hand against her when still in the womb. And suddenly there was a sinking feeling that hit faster than light or sound could hit him. Almost instant.

It didn't help knowing Charlotte was in the ship tonight.

His vision was the first to go.

He rushed home to find the house an empty pile of wood. The place was completely empty. Except for the ashes. Good god those ashes of wood and who knows what else. There was still a pile of burning scraps laying about. There was the smell of death and fire. The ash was burning like bright red snow. Like when he had his grandfather smoking in the same room as him, and he recognized that burning smoky smell even with the mask on. And even with the mask on, anyone could read the shock and horror at what he had achieved. At how he had done the opposite of what he'd set out to do tonight. And it made him vomit. It made him shake. And for a while it made him blind.

When he woke up the morning came and he had put her belongings in the baby's room. He locked that door forever. Somehow it was one of the rooms kept mostly intact. He didn't dare disturb it. And he sat on the stairs gazing aimlessly to nowhere. He slept whenever the sun came down. Only the on what was left of the couch. Then he would eat whenever he found food. It was unknown how long he did it. Months, days, weeks, maybe a year or two even. He hardly removed his mask. And some days people would disturb his farm. And so he would stand in front of them and break them like scum that they were to him. Roadhog took nothing from anyone except for the state of how Australia once was. But he kept to himself. He deserved nothing. So when bothered, he would ensure it wouldn't happen again.

Today there was a frail skinny white man and a dark black man shorter than him by his side. Perhaps trying to steal from him as usual when with junkers. At first it seemed like they stood confused. However the white man got horror in his eyes when he saw Roadhog approaching. The man jumped in front of the other and attempted to protect him only for both of them to be slapped away and knocked some feet away into what was once the kitchen counter. And one of them grabbed a pan and hit him with it. The dark man with dreads did it. It felt like a small slap. Roadhog turned. Maybe to truly hurt them both he would kill him slow. But with his back away from the white man he jumped on his back and wrapped around him like some sort of attacking spider. Roadhog ran backwards into a wall to knock him off.

Which woke up everyone on the ship.

Zarya laid in her bunk till she heard the sounds of thuds and crashes in the kitchen. She rolled over and chose to investigate as she pried open her sliding door and evacuated hurriedly to the kitchen to see what she had some several times before. Junkrat being brutalized by Roadhog. And rather fearfully she took a split second to process before she lept into action. Rather quickly punching Roadhog in the face and sending him stumbling.

"I-I'm sorry!" she called, only to make him more confused.

He struggled to stand and lunged at her, only for her to put her arms out and stop him. But she scooted as he charged her. She wanted very much for this to be a very different style of embrace. However this just wasn't that. He kept coming at her and soon had her lifted up and choked. Which made her suddenly freeze up and panic, cause her arms weren't doing anything for her mid air like this. She was held so far away she couldn't grab anything as he lifted her by the throat and slammed her against the wall and held her in place. And without thought she desperately tried to move. But it seemed that was long out of the question by now.

"M...a…."

Her voice was set up and slipped away regardless like a paper thin card set up on one side without the support of another that was then exposed to wind. Her words fluttering out like weak feathers floating down to Roadhog's bare feet on the tile kitchen floor.

"...ko…"

His hands loosened barely as he leaned in.

"What the fuck did you say?"

Silence.

He slammed her head against the wall again.

"What the fuck did you say?!"

Zarya gasped for the bit of air he had been able to give her.

"...Mako…" she replied.

Why was he shaking?

She looked so familiar. She must have dyed her hair pink. Her blonde roots were coming out. Her eyes. They were so green. And so tearful. She was so tall and muscular. How the hell was she so afraid?

"...I don't want to hurt you…" she choked.

He never saw Zarya cry. No one did. Her eyes had to be watering.

"Just...let me go...and we can go back to bed and try to ignore it all…" she begged.

Zarya never begged. It wasn't for her life. It was more for her to be given the chance to help him.

"We both know this is not you…"

Her hand reached. It touched under his mask and pulled. The mask slid up his face and rested to the top of his head. Exposing him.

His round green eyes and black eyebrows that matched the stubble peppering his jawline, the wide nose and long lashes, the prominent age detail. All now exposed to the cool air. He felt nude. But that didn't matter. He was awake, and everyone could see that now as he dropped Zarya onto the ground where she sputtered and coughed for dear life. Mako rushing to her to put his arms around her and embrace her tightly. Uttering a million apologies as he broke down into madness.

Charlie stood in the doorway.

"What the hell is all this about...?"