Fareeha side-stepped a broken piece of metal hanging from the ceiling, carefully avoiding the wires behind it. One would think two weeks' worth of repairs would have at least restored the corridor leading to med bay back to its original condition. But the bulk of their time had been occupied with repairing the power and life support systems, after all the juice had been thrown into activating defenses. So anyone who wanted to pay the doctor a visit had to prove themselves worthy by navigating an obstacle course.

She would start repairs here soon, Fareeha decided. After a few days' rest, the squad was thrown into reconstruction efforts to get the base back into shape. The progress they made was rather impressive, considering that only one engineer was present to direct an entire group of people trained only to blow things up – with the exception of a doctor. Fareeha found herself enjoying the new challenge. It was like trying to navigate a battlefield, except now her enemies took the form of destroyed foundations and wires. And, it left her covered in dirt and the occasional splatter of oil instead of blood. It was a refreshing change, to say the least.

She reached the med bay doors and, since her hands were holding two cups of tea, elbowed the door controls. It slid open to reveal Angela changing Jack's bandages. The doctor glanced at her briefly, nodding as she turned her focus back to Jack.

"Stay here, Fareeha," Angela said when she walked past, heading for the office. "I need to check on your bandages anyway."

She obeyed, setting one cup on the table at the end of an empty bed. Taking a sip of tea, Fareeha settled herself on the bed, watching as Angela secured the bandage around Jack's middle and moved onto his arm.

"You've been overworking yourself, haven't you?" Angela asked. "Both of you," she added when Jack and Fareeha shared questioning glances.

"Not…really?" Fareeha said, hiding behind her cup when Angela shot her a cynical look.

"We'll see," was all the doctor said, going back to work on Jack's arm.

Uh oh. Fareeha kept sipping at her tea, hoping against hope that the pulling sensation at her abdomen meant nothing. Angela would not do anything to them, Fareeha knew. But her scary doctor persona was enough to make them think otherwise for a few passing moments.

Jack threw on his top the instant Angela was done. Giving an affirmative grunt at the doctor's advice to take it easy, he tossed Fareeha a glance before walking out of med bay.

Good luck.

She smiled. Jack seemed to have forgotten Fareeha had a leg up over the others, when it came to dealing with the doctor. Sometimes two. But she did not think her body was ready for that yet.

When Angela pulled the medical trolley over to her, Fareeha set her cup aside and stripped off her top without being asked. She stayed still as the scanner was passed over her body, keeping her face straight when the device reached her stomach, beeping accusingly. A small patch of blood was growing at the lower left corner.

"'Not really'," Angela mimicked her, shaking her head.

"Have mercy on me, Doctor Ziegler," Fareeha said, unable to keep the smirk off her face.

"You know, I think I liked it better when you were unconscious."

"Really." Fareeha kissed the doctor's cheek as she leaned in, unwrapping her bandages.

"Please, Captain Amari. I'm trying to be professional," Angela said, even though a smile hung on her lips. She tugged the bandage clear from Fareeha's body, revealing the bleeding wound.

Fareeha bit down whatever reply she had, bearing the sting around her wound as it was cleaned methodically. The doctor then examined her back, satisfied with what she saw. It did not take long before fresh bandages were wrapped around her body again. Angela sighed as she cut the cloth, securing it at her side.

"Try not to open your wounds again, Fareeha. You were lucky you only reopened one this time."

The last time, Fareeha tried to carry a load too heavy for her injured body to take. She was bleeding from the front and back when she stepped into med bay, earning a look of utter exasperation from the doctor. This time, she had reached for a control panel across a gap in the floor and nearly fell through.

"I promise," she said. Reaching for Angela's collar, she pulled it aside to examine the dressing on her shoulder, where the pulse round had hit. Fareeha's lips thinned as she worried at the edges of the gauze. It was an accident, she knew. But that did not change the fact that she was the one who fired the shot. Fingers under her chin tilted her gaze upwards, cutting off her train of thought.

"Don't," Angela said, reading her mind.

"Just worried, that's all." Fareeha gave her a close-lipped smile. "I hate seeing you hurt." The touch at her chin trailed up along her jaw, until it reached her braids. She felt a light tug as Angela played with the hair ornaments.

"Have you checked in with Athena yet?" the soldier asked, referring to the series of memory tests Angela wanted to take, but could not due to other work duties.

"Yes, last night. Everything is back, one hundred percent."

According to Angela, the explosions in the west wing set off the flood of memories, starting with the destruction of Overwatch's Swiss headquarters. The following swarm of hectic images caused a temporary blackout, and D-Va was forced to carry her away from the west wing, slung between her mech's arms. She came to just in time to hear Jack's second call for Bravo, and Torbjörn's voice coming through the remote radio he had placed in D-Va's mech. It was then that things fell into place, and Mercy took charge of Bravo team. Having all the pieces back seemed to have made it easier for her to deal with them, contrary to their expectations. They gave her context, a proper flow of events, and a definite ending – bringing order back to chaos. Though she still spent time alone in her office, connecting and reconnecting the dots to ensure everything was fine, the doctor was back, to the team's delight.

"You know," Angela said, resting her hands around Fareeha's neck. "I'm a little disappointed."

She stared back at the doctor's mirthful gaze, not comprehending her meaning. "Why?"

"You didn't try anything on me for the past few months." Gentle fingers caressed the back of her neck, and Fareeha was suddenly aware that she was still clad in her sports bra.

"I did not want to take advantage." She held the sides of Angela's hips as the woman moved closer, blue gaze holding her captive, lips growing dangerously close.

"What if I wanted you to take advantage?" Angela murmured, leaning in. She paused when her mouth met empty space, looking up at Fareeha who had moved back with a frown on her face.

"Wait, what?" Fareeha asked. "You mean, you wanted… So you were just…holding back?"

"Yes?" Angela cocked her head to the side. "I was waiting for you to make a move."

"I was waiting for you to make a move! I thought you were–, I thought you didn't want to because you didn't remember–"

The rest of her words disappeared against Angela's lips, soft and chaste on hers. Fareeha's eyes fluttered shut as she returned the kiss, then another, and another.

"It doesn't matter," Angela said, breath hot on her skin. "Come to think of it, there's one last test I need you to perform."

"Oh?" The corners of her mouth curved, hands moving to Angela's lower back, pulling her closer. A warm touch trailed from her neck, down her shoulder, raising goosebumps along bare skin. "Tell me what to do."

"I think you already know."

This time, Angela left no room for tenderness. Fareeha did not resist the pull on the back of her neck, meeting the merciless force of Angela's mouth, knowing she fought a losing battle as her lips were sucked, licked, nipped just the way she loved it. Tilting her head to the side, she let Angela deepen the kiss, parting her lips to let a probing tongue through, moaning at its vigorous conquest of her mouth. The small part of her mind that still worked, moved her hand from the doctor's lab coat to under her shirt, sliding up the deliciously soft skin on her back. Angela shivered at the touch, pressing closer to Fareeha, hand moving from the neck and tantalisingly down between her clavicles, driving Fareeha crazy by stopping dead between her breasts. She groaned in frustration, biting at Angela's bottom lip when her tongue retreated, satisfied only when the blonde trapped her in another hungry kiss. Her hands left Angela's back, struggling blindly with the topmost button of her shirt. When she finally popped it open, the hand on her chest pushed backwards, forcing their mouths to part. Then Angela caught the hands on her shirt, tugging them away with some difficulty.

"Not now," Angela panted, cheeks flushed and lips red. Darkened eyes remained on Fareeha as she caught up with the situation.

"No. No," Fareeha growled, gripping onto Angela's waist and dragging her closer. "You are not doing this to me."

The grin on her face, though affectionate, might as well have been sadistic where Fareeha was concerned. "I have to do this to you, Liebling. You need to heal."

"Please?" Fareeha's arms circled around her in a tight embrace, as she peered at the doctor pleadingly. "I need you. I need you so much."

Angela's smile mellowed as she granted a soft kiss, pulling away before Fareeha could make it heated. "Trust me, Fareeha. This is difficult for me too. But you have to heal up first, okay?"

She knew the pout was unbecoming but Fareeha did it anyway, earning a pat on her cheek. Reluctantly, she allowed Angela to pry her arms off, settling for the handhold instead.

"We have all the time in the world, dearest." Angela caressed her cheek. "Do not worry."

Looking back into warm blue eyes, Fareeha let a smile break to the surface. Angela was right. They had the time. They had each other. Their world was righted again. Fareeha nodded, lifting a slim hand to her lips.

"You're evil," Fareeha said. "But I love you."

Angela's laughter tinkled as beautifully as wind chimes.

"And I love you too."

A/N: Drink your goddamn tea, Angela. It's growing cold.