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His leg bounced on the floor. The sensation entertaining him anxiously. This wait was hell. Roadhog let a low grunt at him from across the room. The blonde didnt care. He had a job to do and he didn't care for once what Roadhog thought. Well...it was more like he had bigger fish to fry. He stared intensely at the screen. Wifi in the outback was slow out here.

"Stare any harder and you'll hurt yourself," Roadie grunted as he cleaned the hook patiently.

He had his mask off and was able to breathe better here in the trailer. Since Junkrat blew up the old home on accident they lived in a new place. Plus with a certain someone's old belongings still there, it was hard to see it.

"It's just that I'm nervous. Hadn't heard from em in ten years…" Junkrat confessed as he nervously tensed his shoulders.

Roadhog frowned. "You remember how long its been?"

Junkrat shook his head as he began to rub the slowly developing wrinkles on his forehead. "Counted every second since I was gone, believe that or don't,"

"I believe it,"

The balding blonde looked up. "How's that?"

For the first time in hours Roadie looked up from his hook, making rare eye contact with the rat. "When you lose someone that important to you you tend to count the days apart and forget all the ones from when you were together,"

Junkrat hated eye contact. It made him nervous, so he looked to his lap and at his hand where a scar dashed his knuckles from years of punching walls.

"I remember losing her more vividly than one would think, mate."

Roadhog leaned forward raising a brow. "Which one of em?"

Junkrat laughed softly. "Both of them...ten years five months and a day since she shoved papers into my chest and finalized it…"

Silence came from Roadhog. Eventually a grunt. Then back to polishing his hook as if satisfying a question he'd had.

Junkrat didn't look up, only one tear drop landed on the Junker man's hand."...and twelve since our girl went missing…"

The room went blue as the video was done loading. A pre recorded message came on screen. Winston with gray in the tips of his fur smiling warm and tired. He had the same aura about him, even at the age of a dying scientist in his forties, which was significantly old for a gorilla.

"This goes to all our agents of Overwatch. We know it has in fact been far too long since we last saw you, but that was merely cause of Talons silence. However because of recent attacks, we are needed again! And we need you…"

The screen showed a map. All other current locations of each agent of Overwatch. Something Ellie had, but it didn't work when they looked for her. In fact all it was was just dessert and sand. Mei had scavenged Australia dry the day they...he...lost her.

Some people were in unexpected places. But all were currently headed to what was obviously the newest watch point. Watchpoint: Victoria.

Roadhog could see Junkrat's wandering eye fall on Mei's picture in a little circle over her location. She wasn't far. Perhaps the closest to the new hideout.

"She doesn't hate you enough to avoid you entirely it seems,"

Junkrat was quiet as his eyes lingered on Mei for what felt like forever.

"I don't know if I ought to be happy or not about this…" Junkrat said lowly.

"She might be trying to find Ellie or something. Regardless you should talk to her." Roadhog thought aloud.

"...and say what? 'Oh hi last you saw me we were in a screaming match and you saw me break down crying and for the first time violently angry and vulnerable but hey how have you been since you threw our marriage away? Me? Oh I've been crying and missing you, couldn't even date anyone after you might I add! Any luck finding Ellie?' Is that what I'm supposed to say Roadie?!" Junkrat sat up.

Roadie sat a bit taller than him. He wasn't taken much aback by this. Junkrat didn't fully recover. He started with no family, met the love of his life and had a kid only to lose it all. This was a given that Junkrat would be more depressed, mature, angsty, and sarcastic. At the age of fifty three Jamison was expected to be more...well pissy. Mako was around that age, albeit only forty eight when he met Jamie. And now being in his mid seventies...what was he now? Seventy six? He was growing senile, and he knew it. He would have hated it but senility prevented that. He was more easy going.

"I know you're a little nerve wrecked about seeing her, I would be too if I knew I was about to face an old ex of mine too. I left behind a good woman once. And if Mei is anything like me, she knows it was a mistake, or at least regrets it." Mako thought out loud.

Junkrat itched his head. "I suppose there's some hope…" he mumbled.

He stood up and smiled. "Watchpoint Victoria it is…"