-Sunday Morning-

"Alright Emily, I'm going to the store, do you want anything, love?" Lena asked aloud, already halfway out of the front door. It was a particularly windy day, so she decided to wear a knitted sweater, comfy jeans and a fuzzy scarf.

"It's okay, take your time." Emily smiled from the piano stool in the guest room. It was quite warm in the house, so she could get away with wearing just a thin shirt and undergarments.

"Okay then, all the time in the world for you love!" Lena chirped, leaving the house and letting the solid front door close behind her. Whenever she had the chance to walk, she would instantly take it. She hated driving or using any mode of transportation to get somewhere her own two feet couldn't take her. A loud boom shook the sky overhead, and as she looked up, an airship raced above a few sparse clouds.

"What I would give if I could just..." Lena whispered to herself, lightly smacking her forehead. "No Lena, get those thoughts out of your head. You're in a good place, you have friends who got your back, and you have the best fiancée a girl could ever dream of." She repeated her mantra to herself. Her quickened heartbeat slowed back down to a normal rhythm, and she felt all the better for it. Calmly strolling along and enjoying her first morning back from Overwatch Headquarters, about three quarters of a mile into her walk she could see the grocery store ahead rise into view.

"Ah, finally! Wait, what was it that I needed to get Emily again?" Lena pondered. As she put her hands into the pocket of her jeans, she found them void of both her wallet and keys. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me..." She could kick herself if she could, remembering that she had left both items on the kitchen counter before heading out this morning.

Taking in her surroundings, no one was around except the occasional car passing by on the street next to her every so often. "Alright Lena, you can do this. Just a quick hop and a skip there and back, and you'll make it back home to the misses in no time." Lena took off her sweater, exposing Winston's space time thingy, as to not ruin the sweater Emily knitted for her. She should really take the time to learn what it's called though. Getting into a runner's stance once the coast was clear, she disappeared in a blink of an eye.

-The Oxton Residence-

"Alright Emily, I'm going to the store, do you want anything, love?" Tracer asked from the front door.

"It's okay, take your time." Emily responded. Having just returned home the previous night, today was Tracer's first full day back from Overwatch for a while. The brunette explained that they had made significant advancements against Talon, and since the shadowy organization went even deeper into hiding, there was nothing much more that they could do against them for the time being. Emily therefore couldn't wait to spend the next few days, and if she was lucky, a week or two to catch up with her freshly arrived fiancée.

"Okay then, all the time in the world for you love." Emily heard Tracer chirp before the house lost an occupant. Emily knew Tracer enjoyed going on long walks and never rushed anywhere non-Overwatch related. Since the store was about a mile out, and Tracer always forgot where everything was, this gave Emily the time she knew she had to get ready before her British heroine returned.

Standing up from her seat near the piano, Emily briskly walked from the guest room to the front door and looked through the peephole. Watching her admirer fade from view, she quickly went to work roaming the first floor of the house, closing the drapes and blinds over all the windows, and closing any door that was left unopened. Once she made sure to leave nothing exposed, she made her way towards the bedroom upstairs. Ascending the steps and stepping safely inside, she closed the door and pulled out an old record player from one of the large drawers at the bottom of her dresser. She then placed an accompanying vinyl record on it, playing it loud enough so it could be softly heard throughout the entire house.

Humming to her favorite Edith Piaf song, Emily stripped down to nothing and sat down at her white fancy dresser, which had a mirror bordered by vintage light bulbs. One time, Lena had the audacity to call the dresser tacky and got a well-deserved silent treatment from Emily for the rest of the day, teaching her not to judge her fiancée's taste in furniture. Emily giggled at the memory. With ultimate precision she examined every inch of her exposed skin, lightly stroking any blemish she came across with her fingertips. She had to look perfect for Tracer. Satisfied with the results, she was ready to get dressed before she noticed a light bruise on the side of her neck. It was of no consequence to her though, as she pulled out a makeup kit from a small drawer and went over it lightly, matching it with the rest of her skin tone. She was perfect once more for her lover's inevitable arrival. As she put away the makeup kit, the bruise underneath shown itself through but more vibrant and intense than before.

"No, no, no..." Emily worriedly noticed it starting to spread in the mirror. Taking back out the makeup kit, she swiftly applied more make up until it was completely covered back up again. She held her breath. A few seconds went by and nothing else seemed to happen. Emily closed her eyes, exhaling. "Please, not now." She begged to whatever god may be listening. She opened her eyes, and to her dread, it had completely taken over the left side of her neck and now spreading to her shoulder and beyond in harsh blotches. She scrambled through her make up kit and was in disbelief that she had run out of her special makeup to help cover it up. She was confused on how she could have run out though, as she made sure to always have spares in case of emergencies like this. Her fingers touched a smaller folded up paper at the bottom of the box. Quickly, she picked it out and unraveled it.

"Sorry love! I used up all your spare makeup, but I promise to buy you more next time when I go to the store! Love, Lena." Emily read, wanting to punch straight through the mirror.

"Tracer..." Emily gritted through her teeth, yet knowing Tracer meant no harm. How could she possibly know after all, since she was never meant to find out. Emily did have a last resort back up, but the contents of the makeup were sticky and therefore she couldn't be touched by anyone for about an hour. Knowing Tracer though, once she gets back the time-traveler wouldn't able to keep her hands to herself regardless.

Looking at the time, Emily guessed she had a little over half hour at most before Lena got back from the market. She knew she had the backup kit in the attic, and she would have just the right amount of time to apply everything before Lena's arrival, if the forgetful girl somehow remembered where everything was in the store. Visualizing where she had put the materials in the attic, she stood up from the dresser and reached for the door handle. The door swung open unexpectedly.

"Love, I." Lena's sentence was cut off at the sight before her.

Emily, not expecting Lena to be here, clasped her hands over her mouth, tears swelling in her eyes. It was over. All of it was over.

-A Time Of Innocence-

In a blink of an eye, Lena was back in front of her house. She always forgot something whenever she left the house, and Emily would always lightly scold her forgetfulness. Not wanting to go through that again, she figured she would have to find another way in without letting her fiancée know. She ruminated on what the best possible options could be for herself in the given situation. "What would dad, I mean the commander, do?" Lena thought for a moment. "Right, secure the perimeter and find a weak point for entry." She bumped her fist against her palm while imitating his voice. Looking around to make sure no nosy neighbor was watching, she quietly zipped up to the front door. Testing the handle, it was locked tight just like she thought it would be. However, she could hear faint noise coming from the house. At that moment a car passed by and honked, startling her.

"I don't want to look like I'm breaking into my own home. I better try the back." Lena told herself, following the sides of the house. Peering into the side windows, the shutters and drapes were all closed, preventing her from seeing anything inside.

"Did we always have all the windows shut like this?" Lena asked herself before hopping the side fence into the back yard. It was a small square space of grass, rocks, some chairs and a rarely used outdoor grill. This would have been her favorite place to relax, if she ever had the time to do so away from work. This is what sold the pair on the house after all, the perfect place for a little one to be roaming about.

"One day, old girl, one day." Lena said, reaching the back entrance of the house. A plain white door and a floor mat adorned the back portion of the house. She checked the handle and of course, it was locked too.

"Alright... If I was the fiancée of someone who constantly forgot the keys to the house when they went out, where would I put spare?" Lena pondered. Looking down at the floor mat, and it seemed conspicuously newer than its current surroundings.

"Aha!" Lena cheered. Stepping off the mat and lifting it up, a small metal key was seen taped to the underside of it. Sure enough, as Lena pulled off the key and put it in the door, it unlocked. Slipping into vacant laundry room, she quietly shut the back door behind her.

The laundry room was the coldest place of the house for some reason, but it also was the quietest. Lena was able to make out the noise throughout the house much better now. Music! Lena smiled, the rhythms of the noise made much more sense to her now. Opening the laundry room door and entering the main hallway where the stairs were, she noticed all the doors in the house were shut. What in the world is going on in here? Lena thought, and the closer she got to the base of the stairs, the music could be heard more clearly.

"Is that, French music?" Lena was puzzled, ash she did not know Emily was into that type of genre. At the base of the stairs, she opened the door that led to the kitchen, but to her surprise, both the wallet and keys were missing from the counter, right where she had thought she left them. I could have sworn that I left them right here. Lena adjusted the sweater tied around her waist. At that moment, she heard a light jingling of metal coming from one of the large pockets on the knitted sweater. Lena kicked herself mentally for a second time. Wow Lena, this is a new low, even for you. How could she have forgotten that she had already made sure to grab the items, before she got a chance to forget to take them in the first place. Moving the items from the sweater to her jean pockets, she stealthily headed out the kitchen.

"Alright, now to just leave here unnoticed..." Lena whispered before hearing a rustling noise coming from the bedroom above her. Moving away from the front entrance door, Lena was guided by her curiosity and slowly crept up the wooden staircase. Now is the time to find out what Emily does when I'm away from the house. Lena giggled to herself, excited about the possibility of catching Lena in the act of something wanton. With a mischievous grin across her face, she reached the door to their bedroom and placed an ear on it, trying to hear anything that might be going on inside. Lena picked up on little sounds of slightly labored breathing and small frantic movements. The source of the music was definitely coming from behind the door, and the langue was confirmed to be French, sounding very old as well. Well, I guess I've got no choice but to see what's going on in there, and you know, possibly help her. Lena hard core rationalized in her head, knowing full well it may be nothing at all. She grabbed the door handle and quickly swung open the door.

"Love, I." Lena's voice got stuck in her throat. Emily was standing before her, with not a single shred of clothing on her. But there was a bluish-purplish bruise that littered the half part of her face, shoulder, arm and leg. Lena was frozen in place, unable to breathe, looking into her horrified fiancée's eyes.

-A Harsh Reality-

"Lena, it's not what you." Think. Emily was unable to finish her own sentence, caught up in the fear she saw in Lena's eyes. The music, although soft, now sounded like a blaring alarm between the two.

"I." Lena was able to eke out. She has seen this tint of color only on one person before. It was unmistakable due to the many nights she had entangled with her in gruesome battles of life and death. The worst part of it was that it made all too much sense to her. "You? I... We!" Lena fell back, her body unable to withstand the emotional and mental weight of what she has just learned. Emily stepped towards her to help her off the ground. "Stay back!" Lena yelled, backing up to the wall behind her. She extended an arm outward to prevent the woman from coming any closer to her.

"I'm so!" Sorry. Lena couldn't finish her sentence again, falling to her knees. The distance between them once so close, now felt like ocean's apart.

"Where is Emily!" Lena, exclaimed. An unholy fear gripped her insides, looking accusatory at her.

"I am Emily, my love!" Emily reaches out to Lena with all her heart, her voice as soothing as possible.

"You're not!" Lena's sentence was halted as she felt something prick her neck. As she reached up, she plucked out a fine needle. Examining it, it was no longer than an inch and covered in a mysterious clear liquid with just a drop of her own blood. Her neck numbed up, quickly followed by the rest of her entire body. Unable to control her movements, she went limp and fell sideways, her head harshly hitting the wooden floor of the hallway. Through blurred vision she saw the home invader homing in on her. Her upper body was gently lifted onto the now stranger's lap, and her cheek was caressed by a cold hand. As she was being softly cradled, she looked up into what she swore was once glittering brown eyes, that are now replaced by sharp yellow ones that seem to pierce right through her being. Unable to keep her eyelids from falling shut, she heard faint voices that seemed to come from far away in the distance, before blacking out and finally succumbing to her anguish.