A/N: Hello everyone. I've loved reading fanfics about Overwatch, and I've been inspired to write one of my own. Seeing as I love lore and backstory in any game, I thought I would go with my favorite ship for my first run of this, being Genji and Mercy. Again, this is my first work, so I apologize if it is short/bad/etc. Please feel free to leave comments on what I should do to improve it.

This is also gonna be pretty much from Genji's perspective. I may change it up later, but for now, we get the mysterious cyborg ninja.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1: The Brink

"You betrayed the clan, Genji. You made a mockery of us all, and now they've forced me to put an end to it"

Looking up, Genji saw the dark silhouette of a man, not much larger than himself. His words confused Genji, but he soon realized who it was as he noticed the sword in his hand.

"Hanzo, what are you talking abo-"

Genji was interrupted with a grunt, unable to speak as the sword cut swiftly through him, a deep gash marked across his chest with blood beginning to pour out. With a final, effortless push, Hanzo thrust the sword through his younger sibling's chest as if he were returning the sword to its original sheath.

"I am sorry, brother..."

Genji fell to his knees, unable to speak, and struggling to breathe through the coughs that spattered the ground with blood. His pain not only from the wound he had sustained, but moreover the one who had inflicted it.

Hanzo, his older brother. The brother he looked up to for his entire life, who he teased and trained with throughout the course of every day.

The brother who stood before him now, his face dark with sadness as his eyes were locked in place, staring at his dying brother.

"I regret that I am the one to do this, Genji. I never wanted this for you." Pausing momentarily he added, "I loved you."

His face setting in determination, as Genji's face blinked past tears and shock, Hanzo continued. "I wish to grant you peace, and let the dragons take you". Pulling his storm bow off the resting place on his back, he nocked an arrow, allowing for a single tear to slide down his cheek as he watched his younger brother dying.

"Goodbye, brother", Hanzo whispered before summoning his spirit dragons with a shout.

"RYOU GA WAGA TEKI WO KURAU!"

That was the last thing Genji remembered before feeling a burning sensation flood his body.

He had one brief spat of consciousness, a vague memory of being picked up off the cold, hard ground, with a man's panicked voice fading.

"Hold on now, pal. We'll get ya through this."

He had noticed the man wore a hat like those in the American western movies he and Hanzo would sometimes watch as boys. He had blacked out then, but woke up once more in immense pain, now watching the ground pass below him as he was hoisted over the 'cowboy's' shoulders. The man rushed him into some sort of medical bay in a frenzy. He yelled for a doctor, speaking with a southern drawl which was almost unnoticeable when compared to the panic and urgency that filled his voice.

"Doc! Doc, c'mon. We got a man here n' he's cut right 'cross the center. He needs help and fast. Can you-"

"Out, Jesse. Now. I'll take care of this, but I can't do anything with you breaking down and having a panic attack right in the middle of my operation room."

"'Course, Doc. I'll be outside if y' need me."

Genji had completely passed out after that ordeal, and woke up completely immobilized. He wasn't sure if it was due to the restraints, painkillers, or the vision of heaven standing in front of him.

The woman whom he assumed was the doctor that the man was talking to stood beside his bed. Slightly shorter than himself, from what he could see. Blond hair, slightly curled as it was tucked up into a messy bun. Blue eyes that shone just as bright as Hanzo's spirit dragons, and twice as beautiful. A white lab coat covered her blue t-shirt, but it was ruffled and hastily donned.

'Either my previous lifestyle has followed me to heaven, or this is one of the cruelest tricks I've ever experienced', he thought to himself.

She noticed his eyes opening, flitting from side to side as he investigated the room before they fell on her. She smiled as she watched his gaze remain there, transfixed on her.

"Ah, you're awake! Can you remember your name?"

'An angel', he thought to himself. 'Her voice is as smooth and soft as silk, yet slightly bubbly with a hint of a European accent. It's adorable.' He gave a morbid chuckle to himself before adding, 'I'm definitely dead.'

"M-m-", Genji choked out as he struggled to speak. He decided to take the simple route instead of properly introducing himself. She looked confused, until he shook his head, uttering, "G-gen-Genji".

Her face lit up as he spoke, letting him know that he had accomplished something she may not have expected, which filled him with an unexpected feeling of pride.

"Very good, Genji! I'm going to try and introduce a chemical to your body that should allow for your mouth to move without dulling your painkillers. Is that alright?" Without waiting for his answer, she rushed out of the room to get the chemical. As he tried to look around, his jaw suddenly snapped open with a few cracks, causing a bit of pain.

"Ah, I can talk, for whatever good that does", he said to himself.

Almost on cue, the doctor came back into the room holding a large needle. "I have it here, Genji. This should help you speak", she said happily.

"I think I figured that part out on my own, doctor", he replied, chuckling.

"Ach, verdammt! Your recovery is moving much faster than it should. I'll need to increase the painkillers to ensure that you d-"

"Doctor, please. I'm fine. If what you say is true, then I should feel pain in my jaw now, which I don't", Genji quickly interrupted. "I apologize for not properly introducing myself. I am Genji Shimada, youngest son of the Shimada clan. Although I suppose with why I am here, I probably shouldn't consider myself part of the clan anymore". Genji let out a small sigh and lowered his eyes in defeat. "Or a part of the family".

The doctor looked on at him, a small pang of sadness shown on her face as he looked down dejectedly. "I am very sorry, Mr. Shimada. I will be at your service until you are well again, but if there is anything I can do for you..." She let the thought trail.

Genji's eyes lit up for a moment with humor and he smiled, replying, "Call me Genji. I am certainly not old enough to be my father."

Surprised by the sense of humor coming from the man who just realized he was an exile to his own family, the doctor let out a small giggle. "Alright then, Genji. My name is Dr. Angela Ziegler."

After having retreated into his thoughts and understanding that he truly had no family now, Genji almost broke down. The only thing that stopped him was that laughter, reminding him that he was only alone in his thoughts, not the room.

"Well, I am pleased to meet you, Dr. Ziegler. Thank you for helping...no, saving me. I am forever indebted to you". Throwing in the charm, Genji shot a smile at her, hoping to dissuade her from talking about his family or injuries anymore.

A small blush passing over her cheeks let Genji know that he had succeeded.

"It's fine, Genji. I am a doctor after all, so it's my job."

As she turned to walk out, he realized that despite the oncoming depression, he had one final question for her.

"Dr. Ziegler?", he called out. "Yes, Genji?" "Who was the man who brought me here? I would like to thank him as well."

Failing to hide a grimace, she replied, "That would be a man named Jesse McCree. If he's still around here, he's to be found drunk in some bar. I can send an assistant to fetch him if you'd like"

Quickly denying the request, Genji set his head back onto the pillow. "Let the man be drunk. I personally think that he's earned it."

Shaking her head, Angela replied, "If you say so, although that man has drunk more than both of our lifetimes worth". Walking out of the room, she left to go check on her other patients, allowing Genji time to think.

'What becomes of me now? Am I left to rot in this hospital, or will I seek revenge?'

He winced at the thought. 'No. I will not harm Hanzo. I don't truly blame him.'

Now able to move his arms, he brought them slowly up to his face, burying it in his hands. A tear rolled down his cheek as it set in with finality that he no longer had a family.

'Besides the ang- Dr. Ziegler, I am truly alone.'

Genji didn't realize then what she would come to mean to him.