The room was blurred. her eyes slowly focused on the lights above her. Jolting pain in her shoulder and the taste of metal.

" you're awake luv!" came a familiar voice. a startled grunt came from the corner, along with the sounds of pawing for glasses.

"what..." she tried to verbalize what was on her mind. but her memory felt fuzzy, she started to cry as she slowly regained only the outlines of memories of what had happened.

"there there love, you are safe now, we have you" Lena softly spoke.

"nothing will happen to you" reassured Winston.

But something had happened. Something had gone horribly wrong, the last things she remembered was saying goodbye to the commander in the morning. Each of them going their separate ways for the day.

Then smoke, explosions. The screaming, the building falling.

"but what" she tried asking again.

"nothing to be concerned of right now. we just want our doc back up in tip top shape" Lena comforted. her eyes looked sad and small fresh healed scars dotted her face. Angela truly felt helpless, and then she remembered more.

It overwhelmed her again to the point of exhaustion. Something bubbling up in her stomach. Lena noticed and zipped to grab a tray, softly putting it in front of her distressed friend, and stroking her platinum locks.

Angela heaved into the tray, but nothing came up, she hadn't eaten in what felt like days. She kept heaving as the pain and emptiness overpowered her.

"i think it's best if we let her rest" said Winston, his eyes kind and full of sadness, to his brunette friend.

Lena smiled sadly and stroked Angela's back.

"get some more rest luv, you need it" .

Angela nodded her head and curled into a ball. Shaking with emotions.

'what happened... where was her commander, her jack? . what happened with the meeting with Reyes? why, why did this happen?' and with that thought she fell into a restless sleep. Her dreams clouded with smoke and fire. she kept hearing again and again " we cannot find the commander. We believe the meeting with Reyes did not go as planned"

Winston gripped Lena's small shoulder outside of Angela's room, "while she rests we should inform the rest of the crew that our doctor is awake". Lena winced.

a single tear fell from her eyes. The walked together to the main room where the rest of their crew weary and half asleep. None of them wanted to remain in their own rooms until finding out how their doctor was doing.

The many fears swirling in their heads, now with their commander gone, who would take over? would there be anything left to take over? and what had he figured out?

"Angela has woken up" Winston said breaking the silence. McCree shifted in his seat, he got up and walked to the balcony, striking up a light for his cigar, his worry caused him to roll more than he could probably smoke in a month. He inhaled the musky smoke, the process was comforting, the news was good

but there was so much to still deal with, the uncertainty clouded his mind. Lena followed him, she could use some air, but crinkled her nose as the smoke hit her face, not that she minded. She had grown quite fond of the deep smoky scent that followed McCree everywhere he went.

Inside taking in the news was the rest of the group.

"i should attend to her" Ana said softly, she had been helping with Angela's recovery and now with her more awake, she had a few potions that could help her.

She got up and grabbed her pack, walking towards the medical bay, when she heard Winston behind her. He pulled her aside and said " she was obviously very distressed, anything that you could do to calm her nerves would be greatly appreciated. As we do need her to make a statement publicly as soon as possible" he said matter of factly.

Ana sighed, Winston added " her wellbeing is top priority of course".

"i will do as you have asked, but she will need time" stated Ana as she entered the room where Angela was. In all the years she had known and quarreled with Angela she never wished any of this upon her. Their research varied, but that didn't make them enemies, or competition.

Winston returned to the slightly more uplifted group. Reinhardt looked up at him "well, that's good news with out doctor waking up and all. I say we all get a well deserved drink, will someone let the others know?" he said as he heaved himself up and started to walk away.

"you should sty on base, we haven't told anyone else what has happened, and we don't need panic" said Winston.

"what's it to yeh?" piped up Torbjorn, straightening himself to follow Reinhardt.

"all I'm saying is, after the explosion we don't want to cause public panic. your solemn faces in a bar might not be the best course of action" said Winston.

"eh, we look the same way we always do! nuffen we do could cause public panic, well, besides Reinhardt getting drunk and swinging his hammer around" Torbjorn said with a slight laugh.

Winston sighed and walked toward his room, there was nothing more he could do, he didn't know the fate of what would happen to the group, so it's best he didn't try to interfere. They were all going through too much. Too much uncertainty.

A/N: So! there it is! the first chapter of my first public fan fic. Please review and let me know what you think, if you don't like it, that's totally okay! just let me know what you don't like! and thank you thank you thank you.

EDIT: just fixed some typo's and such