Category: Overwatch

Rating: T

Couples: none

Warnings: Mention of Character-death

Chapter: OneShot

Copyright: Characters & places © By Blizzard

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She was alive. They were all alive. Reinhardt had excused himself after that realization. Neither 'Reaper' or 'Soldier 76' had actively confirmed it, but he had been around them for long enough to recognize them as Gabriel and Jack almost immediately.

And now Ana – Ana who had been 'dead' for years – had just chosen to waltz back into his live. He had been elated when she first appeared in front of him to the point of nearly cracking her ribs in one of his famed bearhugs. But then anger had slowly crept into his mind. He was slow to do so, but perhaps because of that, he was fearsome when it had come that far.

He had buried them, all three of them. He had mourned them for months and now all of them just up and decided that they'd rather not be dead!? Oh, a rational part of him knew that they would not have made their respective decisions lightly – though he honestly wondered how Gabriel could have fallen that far…

The massive German mountain was sitting on his bed, staring at the wall opposite his bed where his hammer was resting neatly. They had died years ago… and now they were alive, answering the Recall of an organization they all had abandoned.

Anger roiled beneath his skin, burning in his veins. They had left him and the others without a word and then had just strolled back into their lives. He remembered having to console Fareeha when Jack came back from that one accursed mission and told them Ana was MIA. The girl had been crying for the better part of the rest of the day, crying herself to sleep. Angela had been tearing herself up about Switzerland, always wondering if her staff could have healed the wounds of 'Jack' and 'Gabriel', perhaps even changing the fate of Overwatch itself.

He had been there, shoving his own grief to the wayside to support the others. He had been very good friends with beer for a time just to drown out his own guilty voices.

And now all that had been rendered moot and useless. Fareeha's suffering had been completely unnecessary, poor Angela would never had needed to consider what-ifs and he… he wouldn't have needed to drink rivers worth of second-grade beer.

When he rose from his seat, it was with a slow deliberateness that was completely and utterly unlike him. He marched outside, as far away as he reasonably could without leaving the Overwatch-base grounds. He had left the new communicator in his rooms, taking only his hammer. With Torbjörn around, the thing had gotten a big fixing and could withstand smashing a Bastion-unit into bits.

Not that Reinhardt was considering attacking the resident Bastion. He was also not so far gone that any of the three 'reborn' people needed to fear being squished under the steel weapon. At the moment, honour still demanded they at least attack him first before they earned that fate.

The rock he had chosen had no such luxuries… and was soon reduced to near dust. He remained there, even as the sun started to set in the distance.