Zürich, Switzerland, 3 months after the Recall.

Reporter: In recent news, Vishkar Corporation has been experiencing some delays with the housing project in Cancún. The recently ravaged city was underway for major reconstruction by the end of this month, but this has been pushed to a later date due to multiple incidents of workers going missing. Officials are doing their best to investigate the situation, and any indication of foul play by the local -

Angela switched off the news, lazily tossing the remote to the side. She had heard the news a dozen times already while weaving in and out of patient rooms during her shift at the hospital. It had certainly been a long day. The doctor let her head sink into the memory foam pillow behind her, sighing in relief.

She was home, for what that was worth. It was great to be back in Switzerland. Mercy had missed the tranquil scenery of the country's capital, but inside, her apartment was dark and empty. Not that she minded - at least, she didn't used to. Overwatch had only recently rejoined, and yet she had already grown accustomed to the hustle and bustle of her extended family. It was hard not to feel a little lonesome in the silence of her bedroom. She missed seeing their smiling faces, particularly the grin of a certain British pilot...

Mercy closed her eyes, picturing the amiable brunette. Her sunny disposition that complemented her playful way of speaking, and that unwavering confidence... It seemed that Tracer always had a way of catching the doctor's eye. Every time she saw her, her gaze was practically drawn to the girl's tiny hips by that striking orange spandex. And if it weren't for the fact that she had a girlfriend, Angela would swear that that girl was flirting with her.

She allowed herself to indulge nevertheless. Entertaining the thought of having Tracer as her companion brought forth rather pleasant imagery. Her hands began to wander under her bathrobe and over supple skin. The loose knot came undone as fingers crept upwards, reaching her bosom.

The blonde moaned, her minds eye seeing not her hands, but Tracer's. She savored the thought, her stress melting to give way to pleasure. Rolling a now hardened nipple between index and thumb, she lowered her right hand to her groin, tracing circles around her nether regions. Her hips twitched forward in anticipation.

"Lena..." She muttered.

A sudden noise jarred Angela from her fantasies.

Quickly covering herself, she bolted upright to see that her cell phone was going off. She scooped up the device and answered the call.

"H-hello?" Cursing inwardly, she tried to calm her heart rate.

"Dr. Ziegler? Is this a bad time?"

"No, no. It's fine. I was awake anyway." A steady beeping could be heard from the other end of the line. Mercy knew what these kind of calls meant and got up, adjusting her robe.

"Yes... I'm sorry to call you so late, but would you mind coming in for a shift at 8? Two of our doctors have fallen ill and we really could use another hand on deck."

"I'm on my way" the Swiss woman replied, grabbing an energy shot from the fridge. Hanging up, she proceeded to get clean and dressed. Downing the shot in one gulp, she grabbed her bag and rushed out the door.

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The sun was already beginning to rise by the time that Mercy got back to her apartment. She yawned, trying to remember the last time that she had gotten a proper night's rest. It was a good thing that her body could operate with minimal levels of sleep, thanks in large part to past experiments she had conducted on herself. Anyone else in her position would have collapsed from exhaustion long ago. But even she had her limits, and the weary angel was ready to give in. Making her way up the empty staircase, the Swiss doctor entered her quarters. At least now it seemed that she had some peace and -

"Oi! What took you so long? I've been waiting here for hours!"

Mercy stared at the source of the noise for a while, unsure if she was seeing things. Sitting on her couch with the most adorable pout was the very girl she had been thinking about before being called away. The young Brit was wearing a casual top and sweat pants that matched rather well with her Chronal Accelerator. The young girl bounced up and leaned forward inquisitively.

"Uh... Earth to Angela!" Tracer waved a hand before Mercy's face.

The shock of her situation wore of, and the older of the two regained her composure.

"Lena! Entschuldigung, it took me a while. I'm pretty tired."

She certainly had not been expecting company at this hour. At least she had already changed out of her work clothes. The cheery Brit giggled.

"I had no idea bars in Switzerland closed this late!"

A light blush donned the doctor's cheeks. "Don't be ridiculous! I was at the hospital."

"Whaaaaat?!" Tracer frowned and swung her hands dramatically. "Winston sent you on vacation. You know, to relax? He didn't mean to find you another job!."

Lena was right. She was practically forced out of Gibraltar when Winston caught her falling asleep in his office during a report briefing. Overwatch wasn't exactly overflowing with medics, and the heavy workload was too much for her. However, Winston managed to find a nice handful of new recruits and sent her on her way, hushing her protests, saying: "Even a miracle worker like you needs sleep and fresh air!"

But even here, she found it hard to sit still. The local clinic's plea for help was difficult to ignore as they, too, were short staffed, being the only free clinic for miles. After the second Omnic Crisis and sudden spike in terrorist activity, health insurance was a luxury most people couldn't afford. Medical treatment without said insurance, even more so. How could she let anyone suffer in a country that spawned some of the greatest breakthroughs of medical science?

"You're right, Lena. You know me..." She tried, and failed, to push back a yawn. "It's hard to ignore a cry for help."

The pilot gave her a small smile. "C'mon, luv. I brewed us some tea. It'll help you relax some while I make us breakfast."

She returned from the kitchen to find her friend fast asleep. With a small knowing sigh, Tracer picked her up bridal style and carried her to her bed. It was alright, she supposed. Mercy had a surprisingly bare pantry, and by now the grocery stores were beginning to flip their signs. The brunette cast one last loving gaze at the sleeping angel and set out to do some shopping.

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(Translations: Entschuldigung = Sorry/Excuse me)

A/N: Hey, and thanks for reading! This is my first Fanfic and I'm glad you took the time to take a look. Constructive criticism is welcome, and I hope you're here for the long run. I have quite a lot planned for these two.