AN: Well as I had said previously, I was going to write a story of this kind so here it is. Just a place where I can put all those random thoughts I sometimes got since the Fairy Tail story is strictly deathbattle and I want to write reactions to other stuff. Anyway, this is just the intro chapter so it might take some time for me to upload each reaction chapter since I have to watch movies and series and choose selected scenes, since I am a lazy bastard and I refuse to do transcripts of entire movies, much less entire shows. Anyway, I would surely end up breaking up shows and animes in several chapters because of their lengths. Then again since this is a reaction story I want to focus more in the actual reactions of the characters rather than depictions of series that most people should have already watched by now and know what they're all about.

In any case, let's begin with this already…

Disclaimer: I own nothing, Overwatch and its characters belong to Blizzard Entertainment, the rest of whatever else might appear on this fic, trademarks and such, belong to their respective owners.

Prologue: A message from another Earth

With the recent human/omnic tensions boiling up since the return of Doomfist as the head of Talon, the goverments of the world have begun to grow increasingly concerned at the possibility of a second omnic war. In a desperate attempt to avoid this outcome, and fearing what kind of terror attacks might Talon be willing to launch under the leadership of Doomfist in order to plunge the world into chaos, the UN decided to reactivate Overwatch, making the old agents that had recently fought in a clandestine war to turn the tide against the numerous crisis wrecking the world's stability after receiving a call to arms by former agent Winston, to once more step into the light as protectors of the innocent.

Though this decision hadn't come out of the goodness of the world leaders' hearts, most of the reason to approve of such course of action was due to Overwatch recent popularity after the former agents banded together once more to end the crisis of an Omnium IA wrecking havoc on Russia and stopping Talon from initiating a globing conflict by trying to take advantage of the situation on Syberia for their own aims, defeating Doomfist and forcing him to flee in a rather public confrontation as Pro Gamer and Idol Hana "DVa" Song had been present during the debacle and streamed the entire combat operation online as she's known to do.

However, even though the decision to reactivate Overwatch had been taken out of their hands, this didn't mean the UN couldn't implement its own set of heavy sanctions and regulations to keep Overwatch in line. This is because many of the heads of state and corporations that have a heavy hand in influencing the decisions carried out by the UN had at one point been deeply involved in the actions and operations carried out by Talon, as during the time that Doomfist was locked up behind bars, the organization had leaned mostly towards the illicit acquisition of money and riches rather than acting as a straight up terrorist organization trying to bring about a revolution at global scale. But now that Talon is once more under the unforgiving yoke of Doomfist, these former associates now fear either being targeted by the african terrorist or be blackmailed with having their previous dealings and involvement exposed to light. Hence why the decision to reactivate Overwatch was carried out almost without opposition despite the complaints, as the belief was that there was no one best to deal with Talon than the same organization that managed to foil their operations in the past and arrest Doomfist the first time around.

However, as previously mentioned, sanctions and limitations were imposed upon the newly reinstated organization in the hopes of keeping the agents of Overwatch from getting too close to the truth and unveil the world's leadership ties with Talon. One of these sanctions is to have all of Overwatch's operations closely monitored by official (and unofficial) representatives sent to oversee the day to day activities of the organization.

In an effort to ease some of the concerns from detractors about the reactivation of Overwatch and in a blatant PR attempt to gather the general support of the population, the UN choose a popular idol of modern media as one of their liasons, one who was present during the crisis on Syberia were former Overwatch agents intervened to stop the Rogue Omnic AI and who fought alongside said Overwatch agents, Hana Song. Believing that Miss Song's penchant for streaming all of her combat operations into the World Wide Web will be an excellent way to spy on Overwatch (Even though Miss Song is not aware of this aim) while at the same time keep the operatives concious of remaining in the straight and narrow as the eyes of the world would be literally upon them.

In any case, Hana Song A.K.A. DVa is now currently en route to Overwatch's watchpoint in Gibraltar for her official induction in the organization. Travelling via helicopter, the young Korean idol decided to share her excitement with her fans through one of her usual streams.

A camera suddenly lights up, showing the emotive face of the young idol in all its glory, barely contained excitement shining behind her merry expression. "Hey yah my lovelies! This is your favorite Meka pilot and gamer DVa! Transmitting from the helicopter that's taking me to the Overwatch watchpoint in Gibraltar. As you all know, I was approached by representatives of the UN a few weeks ago with the offer of becoming a liason with the former peacekeeping organization, like many of you I grew up hearing the tales of how Overwatch singlehandedly ended the Omnic crisis and watched their exploits on TV during the following years. And after what happened in Syberia and I had the opportunity to watch with my own eyes how all of them were just like the stories said and more, I just couldn't find it in myself to refuse such an offer... This is pretty exciting to tell the truth, I can't wait to seeing Winston and Tracer again!"

"Little girl makes too much noise for someone so tiny…" One of the other people inside the helicopter, a tall musclebound woman with pink short hair seated in the spot right in front of DVa said. The woman name was Aleksandra Zaryanova, better known as Zarya. "Who are you talking to anyway?"

"I'm talking to my fans, watching me online." Hana said pointing at the camera, a little put off by Zarya's brusqueness.

"Why would you do such? We are here to join Overwatch and help fight the good fight. We have no time to waste in frivolities…" The Russian woman simply said, raising an eyebrow and giving DVa an odd look.

"It's not a frivolity!"

Besides Zarya, a dark-haired copper-skinned woman with an eye of Horus tatoo on her right eye chuckled. Her name was Fareeha Amari A.K.A. Pharah. "Give the kid a break; she's just excited for having the opportunity of joining Overwatch. For many of us it was a great dissapointment when Overwatch disbanded before we even had a chance to join. To hear that Overwatch is now being reinstated, giving us another chance to join the ranks of an organization that has given birth to many great heroes… It's like a dream coming true…" She said, falling silent at the end of her declaration, turning to a side with a faraway look, her mind clearly elsewhere.

All the reply that Zarya gave to that was a noncommital grunt. "She could be less loud about it. Why can't she be like this fellow over here? He clearly understands how important this business is and gives it its due respect…" She said, gesturing to the last individual inside the helicopter. A Japanese man with a pointy beard and carrying a bow on his back whose name was Hanzo Shimada.

The man simply remained sitting silently in his spot with his arms crossed, a solemn stoic expression on his face while his eyes remained closed in meditation.

"We have arrived at our destination, people! Please put your seatbelts on as we begin with the landing procedures!" The pilot called from his seat as he began to lower the helicopter.

"Huh!? It seems we are finally here!" DVa exclaimed in delight as she wiggled her arms around before following the pilot's instructions and locking her seatbelt, the camera filming the entire proceedings as the helicopter landed and the ground controllers waiting on the helipad opened the side doors of the vehicle, allowing DVa and the others to finally set foot in the Overwatch base of Gibraltar.

Wating for them all in the helipad to give them a warm welcome were Winston flanked by both Tracer and Mercy. "Welcome to Overwatch everybody! It is heart-warming to see so many new recruits on our first week after being reinstated. Ah! Miss Song, is good to see you again. Your arrival is pretty much on schedule." Winston said, greeting everybody before focusing on Hana. "Allow me to be the first friendly face to greet you all on your first day as part of the new Overwatch. I believe some of you might be familiar with my associates; Miss Oxton and Miss Ziegler…" The primate declared, offering his giant paw in greeting, starting with the tiny Asian girl as he gestured to his companions

"Thanks Winston, it is an honor to be here." DVa said, shaking the offered Paw by grabbing a stubby finger with her tiny hand, before turning towards the other two women present and gushing over them a little. "And of course I would know all about the famous heroines Tracer and Mercy, who wouldn't…? It's nice to see you all again…You guys are an inspiration."

"Oh, you're so kind love…" A flattered Tracer said with a laugh. "What can I say? I love helping people!"

"I think that is something we all can agree on Lena…" Mercy said, interjecting in the conversation. "In any case sweetie, welcome to Overwatch. I'm sure you and your companions are going to be a fine addition to the team and help us show to the world leaders the willingess of Overwatch to do good with its new direction and stance towards the world's problems. As you know… I never approved of the strong militaristic approach that the previous Overwatch administration enforced, not to speak ill of our dearly departed Commander Morrison or anything… But in hindsight such aggressive stance holds much of the blame as to why Overwatch was disbanded the first time, nevermind the fact that former captain Reyes betrayed Overwatch and exposed the existence of its now controversial Black Ops Division…"

"You're talking about the infamous Blackwatch!?" Hana exclaimed in surprise, since the subject of such shady divison is a very controversial topic that can ignite pretty heated debates by its mere mention. She wondered for a second how many flame wars are about to take place for having such hot topic being talked about in her streaming.

"Yes… Blackwatch. It is my personal opinion that Blackwatch was a mistake and should not have existed in the first place. Such shady dealings have no place in the new Overwatch we are trying to create, so I'm hoping that with this second chance we are being given we will be able to make up for the errors of the past and strive to make a better future." She said with determination.

Hana was a little confused by that statement. "But how are we supposed to fight against the threat that Talon represents and deal with all the crisis that are currently sprouting all around the globe if we get rid of this agressiveness that allowed Overwatch to win the Omnic war and foil Talon's plans in the past…?"

"Do not missunderstand…" Mercy began to explain. "We are more than capable of taking the fight against Talon if we need to, but counter-terrorism is not the same as actual war-fighting. We are peacekeepers answerable to the UN tasked with protecting the world's stability and defend it against any threat that may put at risk the lives of the population, not a private army gearing up for war. Our job is to prevent war, not incite one or fight in one. Besides, despite all the tensions and conflicts currently igniting all around the world, there's yet to be a formal declaration of war between humans and Omnics." She stated matter-of-factly with a crisp stance.

"After what happened in Russia, I'm not so sure if I can believe in that statement… That conflict almost became the spark to start another Omnic war. In fact, people were already calling it the Second Omnic Crisis since it threatened to spread beyond the borders of Russia and into the rest of the countries in mainland Asia. That's why my Meka unit was dispatched to try to keep the situation contained." DVa replied with a bit of skepticism. Before remembering who she was speaking with and becoming a little embarassed because of it. "Sorry…"

"Don't be, it is good you have questions…" Mercy replied kindly with a shake of her head. "But to answer your inquiry… what happened in Russia was truly a regrettable tragedy, but it is not representative of a global conflict against Omnics. Calling it the Second Omnic Crisis is way too much of a stretch. Take it from someone who experienced the worst of the Omnic crisis during her childhood and was there to see its end, even if I was just a fifteen year old girl back then, but compared with the massive offensives that I remember being launched during the War, and the utter devastation that spread through entire continents and brought whole countries into ruin, the confrontation that ocurred in Syberia can be considered a minor skirmish at best. Not that I'm trying to downplay the horrors and the cost of lives that the Russian people suffered because of that Omnium AI that tried to wreck havoc in their country, but that was simply a remnant of the Omnic Crisis trying to stirr up trouble in the present. I'm sorry if my words sound harsh, I admit that all loss of life is a shame, but fifteen thousand casualties against the dozens of millions from the previous conflict… There's simply no comparison… Yes, the situation had a real risk of reigniting a conflict between humans and Omnics thanks to the involvement of Talon, but we made sure of foiling their plans and keep things contained from spreading beyond what it already had…" Mercy replied without hesitation.

"We did good isn't it?" DVa said with a cheeky grin. "So… I imagine it will be our job to defend the world and stop the fighting whenever a conflict arises?" She surmised succintly.

It was tracer who answered her question. "Of course, luv'… We are all here because we want to help in making the world a better place. Isn't that why you accepted the UN offer of coming to visit our new headquarters and join Overwatch as their liason…?" The short-haired brunette asked tilting her head to a side in curiosity.

DVa hesitated for a straight heartbeat. "I… Yes, you're right…. I came in here to do my part!" She resolutely stated, a glint of determination shining in her eye before her expression eased up and a mirthful grin appeared in her face. "And to meet you all guys again of course, you're every child's heroes after all…" She said, getting flustered a little and bringing and smile to the faces of the three Overwatch senior agents.

"Now that's the spirit luv'!" Tracer said in her usual cheery attitude.

Zarya glanced down to give a disbelieving look at DVa. "You are the UN liason…? Aren't you a little too young for such an important position?"

"What's that supposed to mean!?" DVa called back with a pout.

"Now, now, there's no need to fight. We are all here among friends after all…" Tracer said beaming a smile, trying to nip the growing confrontation in the bud before it could have time to escalate. "In any case, I think I should talk to you all about your induction into our Organization. Thankfully, we can dispense with all those pesky exams and tests for you and Zarya since you two practically already had your first initiation mission as an agent of Overwatch when you helped us in stopping that evil AI from taking over the world while saving an enire nation in the process. Pretty wicked isn't it?" She said with another cheeky grin.

"I still need to give them a few medical examns to make sure they are one hundred percent ready for action on the field, Lena…" Mercy refutted.

"Bummer…!" It was the simple reaction of the brit woman.

"Ah, this reminds me of when a certain new-recruit became pivotal in helping bring an end to the uprising in London if my memory is correct…" Winston commented casually as he fixed his glasses with a big meaty paw.

Hana gasped in realization. "That is true! Your first mission as an agent of Overwatch Tracer was to stop the terrorist attack of Null Sector on London. The goverments of the world were paralyzed, unable to decide on what to do to stop the uprising while everybody feared that this attack would reignite the Omnic War. But Overwatch sent a small attack team in secret that was able to single-handedly retake the city and decimate all of Null Sector assets! That was the mission that catapulted your popularity as a hero Tracer, and Doctor Ziegler was there too!" DVa exclaimed, pointing at each heroine in sucession.

"Indeed we did! Saving the world and stopping global war before it can even begin is what we do! That was Overwatch at its finest!" Tracer declared, giving a thumb up.

"Though saving London did garnered us some temporary goodwill, I think all it did was to accelerate our downfall since Reyes began to grow increasingly jealous of Commander Morrison, especially after he only got a slap on the wrist for having disobeyed orders of not interfering with the crisis in London and sending us in secret to stop the Uprising while Blackwatch on the other hand was suspended from all activities pending an investigation…" Mercy stated.

"But Blackwatch was still carrying operations despite having been officially supended." Tracer said, turning towards Mercy. "Reyes admitted it during his attack on the headquarters in Switzerland, and Genji and McCree confirmed for us that they were still covertly working during that time despite the suspension!"

"And there lays the crux of the problem. Both men went against orders, but only one of them was punished while the other got away scot-free with far more public and greater issues. So I'm really not surprised that Reyes became upset, though I never would have suspected that he would go as far as betraying Overwatch and kill his once best friend…" Mercy said with a face that clearly showed her perplexity.

"Reyes was a traitor and a coward…" Zarya said harshly without a single ounce of pity. "To betray his own comrades and friends out of nothing but petty jealously… That scum is better off dead!" She declared hotly.

Winston wisely remained quiet, not wishing to start a scandal in the brief life that the new Overwatch had by mentioning that Reyes was still alive and had joined Talon as the terrorist known only as the Reaper, especially since he knew that DVa had the tendency of streaming most of her daily life into the internet.

"But isn't the same thing happening all over again…?" Hana asked out loud. "You guys went against orders after Overwatch was disbanded and saved the world from a global war and now you're being rewarded with having your organization being reinstated and given freedom to act again…"

"Yes…" Mercy replied with a nod "And that is why we must be extra careful with this new opportunity that has been given to us. It is true that sometimes we found ourselves acting against orders from High Command if it means we have the opportunity to save lives, and although it might be nice to be congratulated when things end up going in our favor, if we were to fail and lives were to be lost in the process, then that is going to be on us. So we cannot afford any more mistakes like those in the past nor do anything that might antagonize our superiors in the UN Security Council or jeopardize the public trust in us. So that means no black ops or dealings in the shadows, and of course, no Blackwatch. We have to ensure that all of our actions are transparent to both the public and the UN."

Seeing the discomforted expression in the Korean girl's face, Mercy decided to change her approach since it seemed she might be overwhelming Hana a little with their problems. "Regardless, what I'm trying to say to you Hana is that although we here in Overwatch are more than capable of engaging in an armed conflict, we need more than just soldiers if we wish to bring actual change to the world for the better. I'm afraid knocking down the teeth of bad guys will not be enough to solve the problems that affect the planet, we need to undertake more humanitarian endeavors and bring aid to those that are in actual need of it if we wish to build a better future…" Angela then shook her head, trying to clear her thoughts. "But I'm rambling… At any rate, I'm sure you didn't come here to listen to me giving you a long-winded lecture. There will be plenty of time later for us to inform you of our new policies, in the meantime, why don't you all go with Winston and have him show you to your new quarters, and once you're all settled in he can give you a tour of our installations? We can hold your debriefings for after you're done." She advised, trying to reassure the girl.

"I… Think I would like that…" Hana said, before turning expectantly to her companions for their answers.

Zarya shrugged. "It's all the same to me…"

Pharah nodded. "I have no objections."

"It's fine…" It was Hanzo's simple answer.

Mercy smiled. "Very well, do any of you have some last questions before you go?" DVa raised a hand, so Angela turned towards her. "Yes…?"

"My Meka…?"

Winston intejected before she was able to finish her question. "Your Meka just arrived this morning without any hitch. Your friends of the Korean army are pretty professional and efficient if I say so myself…"

"Oh! That's good then…" DVa simply said before becoming silent.

"Anything else…?" Mercy inquired.

This time it was Pharah who raised a question. "Who is our direct suprior and overall commander of Overwatch that we must answer to…?"

"I'm afraid with all the work we've been doing trying to restructure Overwatch and get the old organization back to its feet we've yet not had the time to appoint a new commander…." Mercy replied with a little embarassment. "Provisionally, Tracer, Winston and I are the ones in charge of Overseeing Overwatch's day to day operations. We might end up appointing a new Commander once things calm down and we are able to get Overwatch back to its feet, but in the meantime, you'll answer to the three of us. Tracer is in charge of field operations, Winston is in charge of Research and Development, and I am in charge of medical and logistics…" The blonde doctor said, pointing at each of her comrades in turn.

"Any more questions?" Mercy continued.

Pharah spoke again. "Are we the only recruits you've got so far?"

"Recruits as in new personnel, yes, but we expect a heavy influx of new recruits during the next several weeks so you will not be lonely as our only rookies for long." Mercy explained, standing at attention and crossing her arms behind her back. "We have received hundreds of applications already from different military and scientific branches all around the world, and many more from civilian volunteers. Also, we are currently in talks to see if we can convince the vigilantes Soldier 76 and Shrike who aided us during the debacle in Russia to join our ranks." She added, holding her suspicions to herself about the identity of the two masked vigilantes since she recognized the rifle that Shrike used during combat and the type of ammunition it shot. Knowing there was only one person she knew who used such equipment, a customed modification of her own medical technology.

"I remember them, they were pretty effective warriors." Zarya commented, unaware of the Doctor's inner thoughts. "It would be good to have them as comrades in battle and fight by their side again.

"Right…" Mercy acknowledged. "Also, I should mention you are not the only personnel currently on base since many of the old Overwatch agents who answered Winston's call like Jeese McCree and Reinhardt Wilhelm and his squire Brigitte Lindholm are already here. So don't be surprise if you see them milling about the place."

After that explanation, and without any further questions, Winston began to lead the new recruits to their quarters, on the way they stumbled upon another member from the old guard of Overwatch.

"OMG! That's Genji! He's so cool! I hope he's signing autographs… Genji over here! Please talk to us!" Hana said pretty excited, waving her arms around to catch the attention of the cyborg ninja.

"Hello." Genji greeted once the group got closer, but ummediatly went stiff as he saw who was standing among them.

"Genji! It's so nice to see you! How you've been!? What you've been doing since Russia!? Hey, are you listening to me? Genji!? Hello…!?" DVa called, trying to gain the attention of the ninja but he proved unresponsive to her overtures, staring simply at Hanzo with a focus that bordered into the unnerving.

Hanzo approached until he was standing face to face with his long thought dead brother and both siblings simply stood there staring silently at each other. The other heroes around them began to think the entire situation pretty odd.

"Genji…" Hanzo spoke with a stoicism that seemed carved out of marble.

"Onii-san… It is good to see you again… It seems you decided to accept my invitation…" The Cyborg ninja said, with a nod of acknowledgement.

Hanzo replied with a nod of his own. "I did…"

Winston was surprised by what he had just heard. "Onii-san…? You mean this man is your brother Genji?"

DVa was all but jumping back in shock. "Brother!? He's his brother!? I didn't know Genji had a brother!?"

Before she could continue with her outburst, Pharah put a hand over the smaller Korean girl's mouth to reduce her shouts to just mere mumbles. "I believe it would be best to give them some space. I'm sure they must have a lot of things to catch up to…" She stated as she began to drag Hana away, the gamer idol making her outrage known with a series of uninteligible groans and mumbles.

!

One week later.-

After finally having been officially inducted in Overwatch and having sometime to integrate herself to her new role and get to know her fellow agents, Hana seemed to begin to get used to her life inside the HQ despite having to deal with a few bumps in the way. The camera lights up again and shows once more the grinning face of the peppy idol inside her new quarters.

"How is it going my sweeties!? DVa here from inside Overwatch new Headquarters! It's been exactly one week since I've arrived here on Gibraltar, and although it has been a pretty rough journey at times, I am grateful for having had the opportunity of joining so prestigious organization and being able to talk with so many heroes from the old golden days. Anyway, I just wanted to talk to you all and tell you about all the things I've been up to while I work on some paperwork I have to deal with. I know it doesn't sound as the most glamorous of stuff, but this new Overwatch needs to be an upstanding and well driven organization, so I need to have everything I do on file…"

While DVa began to go off in a tangent and describe everything she had experienced while she worked on her paperwork, a faint melody began to be heard coming from a nearby ventilation shaft, its intensity rising with each passing second.

〜+〜

Tenchi Muyo OST - Talent For Love

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

Life is so full of hurry and hustle; sometimes I think it's passing us by,

Days are like hours, hours like minutes; I'm caught up in it 'til I look in your eyes,

Aaaand… To my surprise I find, there. Is. A. Heaven,

Timeless and real, making me feel, Free… And Aliiive!

〜+〜

"Where is that music coming from…!?" Hana asked as she glanced around her quarters in search of the source of the music. "It's actually pretty good. I've never heard a song like that before…"

〜+〜

You touch me, you kiss me, and time has no meaning,

I'm on a rocket to some other zone,

Baby, you thrill me – Whatever you're doing,

Don't think, of stopping, until we are light years away,

All alone… 'Cause I want to keep this TREASURE for my very own…

Your talent for love….

〜+〜

"Seriously where is it coming from!? Form the vents…?" Hana said as she glanced at the ventilation shaft in the ceiling of her quarters. "No! The music is just being transported through the ventilation shafts. It must be coming from somewhere else!"

Stepping out of her quarters, Hana enters the hallway were she founds tracing peeking out of her room as she glances around at the ceiling from beneth the treshold of her door. "Tracer! You too are hearing that music!"

"Yes Hana, I'm hearing it too… It's really pretty isn't it?" The perky brit replied with a peppy grin.

〜+〜

Try'n' to move forward, pushing and shoving,

People all get in each other's way,

But when two lovers, find their own magic,

Nothing else matters, 'cause they know it will stay,

And I… Know somehow our spell. Will. Never. Be. Broken,

Timeless and real, making me feel, Free… And Aliiive!

〜+〜

As the music kept playing other members of Overwatch began to also step into the hallway trying to find the source of the song.

〜+〜

You touch me, you kiss me, and time has no meaning,

I'm on a rocket to some other zone,

Baby, you thrill me – Whatever you're doing,

Don't think, of stopping, until we are light years away,

All alone… 'Cause I want to keep this TREASURE for my very own…

Your talent for love….

〜+〜

As they kept milling about in the corridor the rich voice of Shrike spoke from behind the two heroines. "Children, is this your doing? Are you trying to pull somekind of prank or something…?"

Tracer and DVa turned to find the glowing mask of the sniper and healer focused on them two. "No ma'am it wasn't us. We are trying to find the source of the song too…" Hana said, trying to assuage the older woman, Tracer nodding in agreement behind her.

"Mmmmph… Odd…" It was Shrike's simple reply.

〜+〜

You touch me, you kiss me, and time has no meaning,

I'm on a rocket to some other zone,

Baby, you thrill me – Whatever you're doing,

Don't think, of stopping, until we are light years away,

All alone… 'Cause I want to keep this TREASURE for my very own…

Your talent for love….

〜+〜

As the music died down, the agents of Overwatch in the corridor were left wondering what all that had been about. When it seemed there was not going to be any more music playing out Tracer decided to speak. "Well I guess is safe to say that the show is over. We should go inform Winston and Angela of this so that they can help us make some sense of what just happened and trace the source of the song. It was really pretty and I really liked it but we have to figure out if it was some prank from one of our agents or if this is the work of someone who has infiltrated the base, which is not a very comforting thought now that I think about it…" The brit woman said, growing concerned for a moment.

"You're the boss Tracer, just give us the order and we'll follow you!" DVa replied pretty animated. "Oh, it's just been a week since I arrived and already we have a mystery to solve in our hands. How exciting!" She declared as she went to bring her camera along.

Tracer couldn't help but smirk at that. "Well, that's one way to look at it alright… Anyway let's get moving people! We have some detective work to do!" She said, prompting the rest of the agents on the corridor to follow her lead.

!

A few minutes later, Tracer and most of the field agents on the base were standing inside Winston's lab (That is to say, DVa, McCree, Shrike, Soldier 76, Pharah, Reinhardt, Brigitte, Mei, Zarya, Genji and Hanzo) were the sentient Gorilla and Mercy had been working on some projects when the song began.

"Yes, we already know about the song Tracer, we heard it too. In fact, everybody on base heard it since the music was transported to every room with a ventilation shaft." Winston said as he fixed his glasses.

"How is that possible!?" Hana asked with an incredulous expression. "Wouldn't the sound become fainter and fainter the further you are away from its origin point?"

"Normally yes, but the closed spaces of the ventilation shafts are perfect for transmiting sound through long distances, plus whatever device must be originating the music must have the capacity of preserving the quality of the sound to such an astounding degree as to allow it to saturate whatever room is that it ends up filtering into…" The sentient gorilla explained. "Which of course brings up to the matter at hand… Who is responsible for this… Rather pleasant surprise…"

"Do you have any suspect already big guy…?" Tracer asked.

"Sadly no… I am baffled the same as you as to who might be responsible for this stunt, Lena." Winston replied with a perplexed expression. "Athena has already accounted all of our agents on base during the time that song began to play and she hasn't detected any sign of intrusion or infiltration in our systems or in the perimeter of our base either…"

"That's weird… What could that possibly mean…?" Tracer asked assuming a thoughtful expression as she crossed her arms rubbed her chin with a hand.

"It could may be a sound recording device that someone left pre-armed to start playing at a later date. But that still would have required for someone to infiltrate this watchpoint and leave the device behind, and as I have said. No one has infirltrated this base an Athena's log has no record of any alarm being tripped in the past." Winston offered as answer.

"So that means someone had to either be the best spy in the world to be able to infiltrate the base without triggering any alarm, or be a damn-brilliant hacker and break into Athena's systems witthout leaving any trace of his presence behind. Scary…" Tracer stated mildly disquieted.

"Either way, this is some mystery we have in our hands…" Mercy said as she became thoughtful and began to ponder for an aswer.

!

In a dark room filled with monitors and holo-screens, a purple clad Mexican woman with tinted purple-hair and bright highlights was watching DVa's feed through one of the screens. "Quite the mystery alright… I mean I could have been able to pull off both of those approaches since I am the best. But I know for a fact it wasn't me, and there's no one else in the world whose as good as I am… Damn! Now my interest is piqued. I must know who might have been able to do something like this. I will not allow anyone trying to out do me..." Sombra exclaimed, looking at the holo-screens darkly.

!

Back into the Gibraltar Watchpoint, the little impromptu brainstorm being undertaken by the Overwatch agents was interrupted by the faint sound of piano notes coming out from the vents above Winston's laboratories.

"I think whoever is behind this is getting ready for an encore." McCree declared, having been the first person to hear the notes and pointing at the ceiling as result, causing everyone else to turn in the direction of his finger.

〜+〜

Tenchi Muyo OST– I'm a Pioneer – Vocals: Sharyn Scott

〜+〜

[ Piano Intro]

〜+〜

Did you know, I am A pioneer…

I'm out on a secret missiooon…

I travel the gaaa-laxy and far beyond…

〜+〜

All that the members of Overwatch could do was to look at each other among themselves and shrug before taking their attention back to the ceiling ducts. Music then exploded.

〜+〜

Can't-you-see-that I am a pioneer,

Unlocking the greatest mysteries,

My key is a fearless heart, so pure and strong!

People laugh when you are a pioneeer,

Not walking the straight and narrow,

They tell you the way things are; they swear you're wrong!

〜+〜

Tracer let out a long drawn gasp as she heard the song being played out loud; a feeling began to take hold of her from deep inside, her body starting to shake with barely controled emotion.

"Lena? What is wrong…?" Mercy said, turning towards her friend in concern. "Do you need medical assistance…?" She offered as Tracer struggled to keep whatever is that was bothering her reined in, her cheeks puffing as if trying to keep something inside of her from escaping. And was that smile she was trying to keep down at the corner of her mouth…?

〜+〜

You can't-be-a-hero, hiding under-neath your bed,

Got to liiive the life, you create inside your head,

So I o-pened the window, caught the wind one night,

Now I sail with the birds in their fliiiiight,

〜+〜

At this point Tracer could no longer contain the overwhelming feeling she felt inside and so she let it out in the form of a wide-stretched smile that seemed to split her face by the middle. Her full-blown laughter began to resonate through out the laboratory as the song kept playing all around her. Several of her fellow agents were freaked out by her outburst.

"Friend Tracer, what's wrong with you!? Why you're acting crazy all of a sudden…!?" Zarya asked with a very thrown expression.

The British woman ignored the complaints as she began to twist and dance across the laboratory, zipping from here to there with her blink power in somekind of joy-induced frenzy.

〜+〜

If you're tired of everything, come hitch a ride with me,

You'll cry ooout with joy, when you realize you're free,

It's a trip like no other, for your heart- and mind,

Leaving aaall but the future far behiiiiiiiiind!

〜+〜

Tracer kept dancing all around, spunning through the air like some baillarina. For all their composture, her friends and companions couldn't help but be infected by her cheerfullness.

"Lena…" Mercy said, as she made a token effort to placate the rowdy pilot, a smile on her lips.

〜+〜

Some will saaay… You're safer here…

Never miiind them – Be-A-Pioneeeeeeeeer!

〜+〜

The feeling of happiness began to slowly but surely start spreading to the rest of the Overwatch agents.

〜+〜

Can't-you-see-that you are a pioneer,

Not one of the endless talkers,

Who tell you the same old rules you've heard before,

I-can-tell-that you are a pioneer,

You want to be facing danger,

Not happy to hide your big dreams anymoreee,

You are a pioneer, the same as me!

〜+〜

"I am pioneer guys! Winston! Check out, mate! I am a puioneer! We are all pioneers!" Tracer declary joyfully as she kept twisting and twirling through the entire place.

As the music kept playing, the heroes finally began to understand what it was that drove Tracer to start dancing all around in merriment. They all began to glance at each other, smiles spreading through their faces. And then they stepped forward to join Tracer in her antics. Even the reluctant Soldier 76 joined, prompted by his companion Shrike.

〜+〜

[ Guitar Solo ]

〜+〜

Mercy just watched with an amused smirk as she shaked her head at the small chaotic reverie that was happening in the lab. "C'mon people. We have to be professional…" She said without really meaning it.

Winston walked up beside her. "Well, it can't be helped Angela… We are all pioneers in here after all…" He said with a smile of his own before moving to join the others.

Mercy just shook her head again, still smiling, before deciding to follow up the example of her friends, her laughs joining that of Tracer.

〜+〜

You can't-be-a-hero, hiding under-neath your bed,

So we'll liiive the life, we've created in our heads,

We'll wake up every morning, in a whole new place,

On a road reaching out into spaaaace,

〜+〜

Now all of Overwatch was dancing and jumping around at the sound of a song that remind them of the reason why they joined the peace-keeping organization in the first, laughing and cheers sounding through the entire room.

〜+〜

Some will say… We're safer here…

Never mind them - we are pioneeeeeeeeeeers!

〜+〜

Tracer approached Mercy, still dancing and laughing, and clasped her hands around the medic's own. "Come Angela! Come be a pioneer with me!"

"Lena! Wait a minute…!" Mercy simply replied in amusement, as she let herself be dragged by her friend to the middle of the lab where Tracer began to spin in place as she kept holding her by the arms, both women laughing foolishly as they spun around and around.

〜+〜

Hand-in-hand we'll journey as pioneers,

Unlocking the greatest mysteries,

Don't! Listen to anyone who says we're wrong,

They-can't-stop-you when you're a pioneer,

For truth is your greatest weapon,

Out there in the cosmos, where we both belooong,

A place for pioneers, like you and me!

〜+〜

The revelry reached a crescendo as the song approached to its inevitable conclusion, Tracer and Mercy continued spinning in the middle of the room, a blur of cheers and laughs.

〜+〜

Through-the-ages we will be pioneers,

We'll go out on secret missions,

We'll travel the galaxy and faaar beyooond!

It's-our-destiny! To be pioneers,

We'll always be moving forward,

Our courage is what we will be counting on,

We-will-be pioneers forevermore!

…

…

…

Finally the song ended, and the agents of Overwatch were left crumpled and laying on the ground as the frenzy of the moment began to abandon their bodies and leaving them spent but oddly satisfied, both Tracer and Mercy were leaning heavily on some workstations trying to keep their balance, sporting a serious case of dizziness, yet it did nothing to diminish the joy they both still felt.

As everybody began to recover their breaths, a small silence fell upon the lab now that song was done, the only thing that could be heard were the pants of the tired but highly pleased Overwatch agents.

It was Mercy who first broke up the silence, having taken the time to recuperate from her dizzyness. "Well… Now that we all had our fun, I think is time to get back into the matter at hand… Now that we know this is not a single isolated incident there's much work we are going to have to do…"

Tracer nodded from where she was leaning, a serious expression in her face, a great contrast compared with her previous disposition just a few minutes ago. "You're right Angela, there's a lot of work that needs to be done. And the first thing on the list will be…" She declared, standing up to her full height and raising her arm up as she pointed at the ceiling for emphasis. "To make that song into the official Overwatch anthem!"

"What…!? No! Tracer focus! We need to start to investigate the source of the music if these impromptu dancing sessions are going to start becoming a thing." Mercy rebuked.

But Tracer wasn't of the mind of let the matter go. It was important to her. "But that song is just too freaky brilliant! It represents all that Overwatch stands for! Please Angela! Let's make it into our Anthem!" The brit woman whined, all but getting on her knees at pleading at Mercy's feet after blinking to her location.

Mercy couldn't help but look down at her friend with a look of complete bafflement, if it were physically possible for people in her universe to sweat-drop; she would have done so already. "Errrr… Let's better discuss this subject later, okay? Winston, has Athena detected the source of the music after this last recording…?" She asked, turning towards the sentient Gorilla in an effort of changing the subject and avoid giving an answer to Tracer. Luckily for her, Winston proved receptive to her overture and didn't comment about her misdirection.

"Athena, what news do you have for me…?" Winston asked to his AI, turning in the direction of the main global screen that occupied almost the entire wall at the corner of the lab underneath Winston's office. A window opened in the screen showing Athena's avatar.

"An attempt to track the melody has proved unsuccessful since the sound waves seem to be coming from an underground location deep within this installation where my sensors are unable to get clear readings. Trying to pinpoint the origin location by extrapolating the trajectory of those same sound waves has also ended in failure since the small confined spaces of the ventilation system do an excellent job in bouncing the signal from different angles and transport it to such long distances that it makes it difficult to calculate their source. It would require a significant part of my processing power and more recordings of the sound waves than what I have currently available in order to determine the exact location of their origin." A syntethic voice answered from the screen.

"So what you're saying is that you need some time to run some calculations and listen to more music coming from the vents to locate their source?" DVa said, trying to make sense of what she had just heard.

"In essence… Yes…" It was the simple reply of the AI.

"Well then, there's nothing more we can do in that case. We should all go back to our duties and let our friend Winston and his synthetic friend take care of the problem." Reinhardt declared before turning around and start making his way to the exit.

"Well, I suppose all we can do is stay put and listen to some music while we work. Could be worse I guess." McCree said before leaving the lab too. The rest of the Overwatch agents present followed their lead since there was nothing they could help with anyway and they trusted Winston enough to keep things under control.

So for an entire day, the agents of Overwatch could do nothing but go about their daily lives with random pieces of music being played at specific intervals. It wasn't particularly bad since most of the songs played were quite pleasant and nice to the ear, though they wondered about their origins since none of them had heard any of the songs being played before and were curious about the names of the artists who sing them.

〜+〜

Magic Knight Rayearth OST – Yuzurenai Negai – (The Unyielding Wish)

〜+〜

Hold ooooon to that dreaaaam!

Tomorrow knows, where and when!

It's true-What you belieeeeve,

Don't let go-the road will never eeeeeeeeeeend!

〜+〜

(Guitar solo)

〜+〜

The sunset melts into the deep blue sea; it turns a crimson shade,

A wonderful free fall,

I just want to have the wind take me far awaaaaaay!

I've cleared impossible hurdles before, but I know that there's more,

And I know I can make it…!

Who's to blame when it's not the best,

That I can achieeeeeeeeeeeeeeve!?

〜+〜

"I like that song, the lyrics are pretty beautiful." Hana said as she ate her lunch in the mess hall, she and Tracer having decided to take a rest for some brunch. They were not the only ones as Mei and Zarya were also there making them company.

"They are quite pleasant isn't it…?" Mei agreed with a nod, as she picked up a morsel of food with her chopsticks.

"What I would like to know is who sings all these songs. I've never heard any artists sing any of them in my life, neither online nor in the radio…" Tracer said with a thoughtful expression.

"Well, maybe they are from before the Omnic crisis." Zarya supplied. "I mean they have actual lyrics and are played with actual musical instruments rather than being synthetized in a computer using auto-tune like all the crap we hear on the streets these days…"

"I'll let you know that I am a fan of the music that Lucio makes and I find it offensive that you refer to it as crap." Hana stated with a clearly miffed expresion.

The Russian woman simply shrugged her shoulders. "I've heard that music too… It's not bad, but it's not my cup of tea. At the very least he composes his own sounds himself rather than let a machine do it for him…"

〜+〜

Hold ooooon to that dreaaaam!

Tomorrow knows, where and when,

It's true-What you belieeeeve,

Don't let go-the road will never eeeend!

Keep tryin' to believe!

The biggest part of you-

And now you're ready to gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

〜+〜

"Very pleasant, indeed… I like the high tones her voice takes!" Mei said hapilly as she kept eating.

"It is good I admit…" Tracer said with a nod. "But I liked the last one better…"

"Yes, we know Tracer, we were there…" Hana simply replied as she kept munching her food.

"I just wish I had a name, how I am supposed to look for the song if I don't even know its name…?" The English woman said with a sigh.

"Well, you don't really need to be a detective to find out the name of that song you like, friend Tracer…" Zarya said, giving her two cents. "From the Lyrics alone we can easily guess its name…"

"I'm a pioneer!" Hana exclaimed hapilly; gesturing with the arm she was holding her fork for emphasis. Zarya agreed with a nod.

"Well, in hindsight, it does seem pretty obvious." Tracer admitted.

〜+〜

How much longer do I have to cry before tommorow's light?

A night full of sorrow,

All at once I found today, I've finally hit my limiiiiits,

I'm sure when you are falling in love,

Iit's just like blinking your eyes,

Before you know it, it flies away!

I just want to learn how strong I can be!

When I'm searching for loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooove!

〜+〜

Hold ooooon to that dreaaaam!

Tomorrow knows, where and when,

My liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiips're tightly sealed,

But you can still- See it in my eyes-

I've traveled down that roooooooooooooooad,

And found the greater loooove,

This time I know it is reaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaal!

〜+〜

In the main hangar, Brigitte was happily humming the tune of the song as she worked over Reinhardt's armor, checking for any damage and fixing anything broken.

"You seem to be in pretty high spirits Brigitte…" The elder German crusader said as he approached the young mechanic from behind.

It was enough to bring Brigitte out of her thoughts and turn to adress the old man. "Oh, hey Reinhardt! I was just giving the usual maintenance to your equipment while listening to the song."

"Yes… Pretty uplifting isn't it…?" He said, offering a kind smile to his official squire.

"Well, it certainly is different. I had never heard a song with actual lyrics before today. Well, other than a small chorus being repeated on a loop at the beat of techno music." Brigitte said before getting back to her task.

"Yes, that's the way songs used to be, long before the Omnic crisis… They make me recall some good fond memories…" Reinhardt confessed, becoming pensive.

"These songs are from your generation…?" Brigitte asked as she kept repairing the Crusader's armor.

"Yeah… Well, not exactly… Back when I was a child during the 10's all this techno, auto-tune music was in its birth and quickly started to overtake all musical genres. But still you could find great music from decades past where content and substance was more important. I heard many great songs once upon a time thanks to my parents who liked to listen to that sort of classical music…" Reinhardt elaborated.

〜+〜

I've cleared impossible hurdles before, but I know that there's more,

And I know I can make it…!

But when I got up to the starting liiiine,

My legs were frozen with feeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeear!

〜+〜

Hold ooooon to that dreaaaam!

Tomorrow knows, where and when,

Reach out-Unfold your aaaaaarms,

And take the key that opens up your heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart!

〜+〜

"Did you hear any of these songs that have been played so far when you were a child….?" Brigitte asked, looking at Renhardt from the corner from her eye as she kept working.

The elder crusader pressed a hand to his temple, trying to remember. But it was clear from his expression of distress that he wasn't having much success. "I… Can't remember… It was a very long time ago…" He said, looking clearly depressed.

"It's alright Reindhardt… As you said, it was a long time ago. Maybe if you heard more of this music you will be able to remember the songs from your childhood…" Brigitte saud, turning again towards the elder crusader in an attempt to reassure him.

"Maybe…" Reinhardt simply replied, not fully convinced.

〜+〜

Hold ooooon to that dreaaaam!

Tomorrow knows, where and when,

It's true- What you believe!

Don't let go! The road will never eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeend!

Keep tryin' to belieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeve!

The biggest part of youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu,

And now you're ready to gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

!

Some more time later, Mercy was working pleasantly on some projects in the lab as music kept filtering through the air vents.

〜+〜

Record of Lodoss War OST – Adesso e Fortuna – English (Long Version)

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

The wait of you…

Embrace me with your strong aaand powerful aaarms,

Your haunting woords,

Keep me close,

To every-thing about youuuuu….

〜+〜

Romantic in waysss,

In ways that almost tear apart my heaaart,

Can't let you go!

Don't you know…?

(Io sono prigioneeera…)

〜+〜

The wait of you…

Embrace me with your strong aaand powerful aaarms,

Your haunting words,

Keep me close,

To every-thing about youuuuu….

〜+〜

Mercy let out a love-stricken sigh as she kept working under the effects of the slow-paced melody. "Such pretty music…" She stated, swooning a little.

〜+〜

Romantic in waysss,

In ways that almost tear apart my heaaart,

Can't let you go!

Don't you know…?

IO SONO PRIGIONEEERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

〜+〜

A captive in your gentle haaaaaaaaaands!

A prisioner of your soulful eyes, your special smile,

We'll never paaaaart….

If the morning sun should freeeee meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

It really wouldn't let me gooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I'd still be caught inside your love,

Can't rise above,

The chaiiiins of your heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart!

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

Mercy couldn't resist the temptation of standing up and start pacing around as if she were the star of some opera, moving gracefuly in circles as she hummed the tune of the song echoing in the lab, dainty hands gesticulating and posing in graceful postures at the sound of music.

〜+〜

The wait of you…

Embrace me with your strong aaand powerful aaarms,

Your haunting words,

Keep me close,

To every-thing about youuuuu….

〜+〜

Mercy was so caught up in her day-dreaming that she didn't realized she no longer was alone anymore as DVa and Tracer entered the lab, only for the English woman to yank the young Korean girl back and have the both of them take cover behind the entrance, Tracer gesturing Hana to keep quiet as they both spied on Mercy, full blown wicked grins on their faces.

〜+〜

Romantic in waysss,

In ways that almost tear apart my heaaart,

Can't let you go!

Don't you know…?

IO SONO PRIGIONEEERAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

〜+〜

A captive in your gentle haaaaaaaaaands!

A prisioner of your soulful eyes, your special smile,

We'll never paaaaart….

If the morning sun should freeeee meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

It really wouldn't let me gooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

I'd still be caught inside your love,

Can't rise above,

The chaiiiins of your heaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaart!

〜+〜

As the song ended and Mercy finished her act with a standing ovation to an imaginary audience, the sound of clapping greeted the german doctor. Turning with a start in the direction of the clapping, Mercy discovered both DVa and Tracer standing by the entrance, smacking their hands together boisterously, big teasing smiles on their faces.

"Lena! Hana! What are you two doing here!?" Angela exclaimed in surprise, hastily trying to collect herself.

"Oh…? We just came by to see what you were up to… Who knew you could move so well…" Tracer said teasingly, trying to get a reaction out of the usually composed doctor. "I mean, back when we were dancing a few hours ago, all we were doing was just simply fooling around, but this… This is precious…!" Lena declared in a fit of giggles.

"Yeah, you looked like a cute porcelain doll. So pretty…!" Hana exclaimed dreamily with a smile of her own.

Mercy was unable to formulate a response and could do nothing more but blush.

!

Back in her hideout, Sombra could only look at her screens with a deadpan.

"Well, that was something… Didn't know dear Doctor Ziegler liked Opera so much. Oh well, you learn something different every day. I give her an eight for effort." She said before exploding in a fit of laughter.

!

Hana and Lena were still laughing at what they had seen Mercy doing while alone as they walked through a corridor. The combat medic walking alongside them wasn't amused in the least.

"Lena, Hana! That is enough you two! It is really of poor education for you two to be laughing at what other people do in private. Is this the way to treat an old friend and fellow colleague!?" She said with a bit of outrage.

"I'm sorry Angela! (laugh) It's just that you looked really funny when you were moving around, acting as if you were in some Opera (Laugh)" Tracer said through a fit of laughter.

"Yes (Laugh) We are sorry! (Laugh) It's just that we can't stop ourselves (laugh)" Hana stated through her own attack of laughs. Mercy just harrumped in frustration.

It was in that moment that the next song began to play.

〜+〜

Nana OST - A Little Pain – (Amalee's English Version)

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

Travel toooooooo, the mooooooon,

As the dream, you weave, slowly comes to life,

Only youuuuuuuuuuuuu, by my sideeeeeeeeeeeeeeee,

As we laugh, and as we dance under the fragile starlight,

〜+〜

Someday we will find,

The missing piece so loooong forgotten,

Maybe then we can, smile agaaaaaaaaaain,

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)

〜+〜

Please understand…

I'M HEEEEEERE, WAITING FOR YOU!

Even if destiny lies to you and I,

I'M HEEEEEERE WAITING FOR YOU!

And I'll be calling your na-aaame,

I beeeeet if I reach out,

And I pull on the string linking you and I

That giiiiiirl I used to be, would open up her eyes

No-neeed-to-cryyyyyyyyyyyyy

〜+〜

As the song played, both DVa and Tracer stopped laughing overtime, their laughs reducing into chuckles and then stopping altogether, their expressions turning completely serious in such a 360o Knee-jerk reaction that Mercy couldn't help but feel rather unnerved by it.

〜+〜

Tra-vel iiiiiiiiiiiin, sil-enceeeeeeee

Still it feels like you are, just within my reach

But I knooooooow, it's a lieeeeeee – That my miiiiiiiind is playing tricks on me time and time againnnnn,

〜+〜

As they kept listening the song, the lips of both DVa and Tracer began to quiver, trying desperately to keep back the whimpers threatening to escape from her throats, their eyes started to water with building tears. Mercy just stared.

〜+〜

Baby, when I close my eyesss,

It feels as though I'm baaack in tiiiime,

Yeah, a little pain, is worth it aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaall,

(Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!)

〜+〜

Please understand…

I'M HEEEEEERE, WAITING FOR YOU!

If the winds of good-bye come for you and I,

I'M HEEEEEERE WAITING FOR YOU!

My eyes reflec-ting the sky-yyy.

〜+〜

Back then I was guarded, holding tight on-to my heart, in fear of pain,

But theeeeeeen our eyes met – that's when everything changed….

No-neeed-to-cryyyyyyyyyyyyy

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

"Angela, I'm sorry!" Tracer cried as she smashed into the right side of the Valkyrie with a rather tight grip that left Mercy gasping for breath at being caught off guard. "You are a one of my oldest most dear friends and it was wrong of me to make fun of you, please forgive me! I don't want to lose our friendship over this! I really appreciate you very much!"

"Me too! You're one of my heroes that I respect and look up too! I shouldn't have made fun of you like that!" DVa bawled as she also slammed into the combat medic other side, compounding the confusion that Mercy was feeling who didn't know what to do with her arms full of so much emotional females. Again, if she were physically capable of sweatdropping, she would have done so by now.

As it is, all she limited herself to do was pat the backs of her two crying colleagues "It's alright… There's no harm done. As long as you two promise not to do it again…" Mercy said with a face that clearly told she barely had any idea what was happening.

"We promise!" Both regretful women said at the same time. Mercy could just let out a sigh.

"Let's just take a moment to rest and hear the music okay." She said while continuing to pat her colleagues who only answered with wordless nods as they kep their faces buried in her shoulders.

〜+〜

IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII'm all eaaaaaaaars,

(Feel something, feel nothing,)

(Listen closely, listen closely)

Disaaaaaaaarm the dreaaaaam tiiiiicker,

In a constant momeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeent,

(You will find me where it's quiet)

(Listen closely, listen closely)

Let theeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee life flow through all-the spaces … (of the univeeerse)

〜+〜

Please understand…

I'M HEEEEEERE, WAITING FOR YOU!

Even if destiny lies to you and I,

I'M HEEEEEERE WAITING FOR YOU!

And I'll be calling your na-aaame,

I beeeeet if I reach out,

And I pull on the string linking you and I,

That giiiiiirl I used to be, would open up her eyes,

No-neeeed-to-CRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

Oooooooo-oh, Aaaaaaaa-ah!

(Listen closely, listen closely)

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

(Listen closely, listen closely)

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

(Listen close, listen closely, listen closelyyyyyyyyy)

…

As the music faded, Mercy allowed their friends a moment to compose themselves, not commenting on the little scene that had ocurred. "So… Everything good…?"

"Yes… It's all good…?" Hana nodded, wiping off her eyes.

The trio then moved on with their business after that.

!

Jesse McCree was simply chilling out in the monitor room, eyes proped over a terminal as he smoked a cigar, his hat tilted forward to cover his eyes. Thick puffs of smoke being blown from the side of his mouth from time to time as music played from the vents.

〜+〜

Yoko Kanno – The Real Folks Blues – Sapphire English Cover

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

Too late to let you know,

What you meeeean to meeee,

If I cried I'd only make you believe, I was happyyy,

I've got to let you go, and my heaaaart, it aches,

But it's worth it, 'cause I swear to god, you're a mistake…..

〜+〜

Know there could be a day,

When the paaaaaaaaain will fade,

But a part of me is lookin' for you, back on yesterdayyy,

I've got to get away, 'cause my heaaaart, it burns,

And I know if I keep stickin' around, I won't ever learn…

〜+〜

Don't wanna cry,

'Cause, baby, I…

Can feel freeeedom when they playyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy,

〜+〜

THE REAL FOOOOOOOOOOOOLK BLUES!

I neeeeeeeeeeed the painnnn!

My unhappiness is proof I'm not insane,

'Cause when I'm clooooooooooose to you,

I swear, IIIIIIIIIIIIII could die,

Need to live my life, yeah, live like I'm alive,

And it's a lonely road,

Good luck and Goodbyyyyyeee…

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

McCree let out a thick cloud of smoke as he took his cigar from his lips for a moment. "Not bad…" He said before returning his cigar to his mouth and leaning back on his seat.

!

All the female members of Overwatch were hanging out in the common room, simply trying to enjoy the music and bond a little with their fellow agents.

"So girls, how all you been liking the little concert we been having today…?" Tracer asked in her usual cheerful demeanor.

"It's fine friend Tracer. It's nice to hear music that is not completely created on a computer for a change…" Zary replied as she laid sitting on a couch.

"I've liked them; they've been pretty relaxing…" Mai said as she patted her little hovering robo-friend, .

"Yes, they've been good." Phara said with a nod from where she was sitting next to Brigiette. "It is lucky that the songs come at specific intervals that give us enough time to fullfil our duties and allow us to appreciate the songs better once they're playing…."

"Yes, that's right… Has anyone here know how much time these intervals last…?" Hana asked with a thoughtful expression.

"I've taken the time. It seems each song is played with roughly half an hour between them." Brigiette answered as she doodled on some schematics she was working on in a coffee table. "It's almost like hearing the radio…"

"Talking about that… It seems is time for a new song…!" Mercy said as she pointed at the vents, and just as surely, music once more began to play from them. "I wonder what are we going to hear now…?"

〜+〜

Tenchi Muyo OST – Washu's Lullaby

〜+〜

April-roses, tiny-sparrows, comets-bright-and-new,

All-be-long-toge-ther-with-the-mystery-that-is-you,

When I see, your little face, I hear a song, from long ago,

I think you know, the many secrets I've forgoootteeeeen,

〜+〜

Gene-rations-through-the-ages, joined-as-one-somehow,

Leading-to-the-miracle-that-I-am-holding-now,

From the sky, and from the seaaa,

Upon a breeze you ca-me to me,

You seem to see,

A greater u-niverse than IIIIII doooooooooooooo,

〜+〜

Sleep my baby, sleep my baby,

Dream of somewhere far away,

Do youuu re-member stiiiiiill,

How I hope you always wiiiiiiill,

Keep the me-mory of the day,

The world was booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorn!

〜+〜

Tracer let out a squee as she heard the music playing. "A baby! This song is about a cute little baby! What do you think Angela!? Doesn't it make you want to have a tiny little bundle of joy of your own…?" She said, grinning to her friend as she nudged the German doctor with an elbow to her side.

"A baby…!? I… Don't know Lena. I mean… I do have thoughts about having children of my own someday from time to time, but most of time I am so busy with my work that I'm afraid I haven't got much opportunity for interpersonal relationships… or romance…" Mercy replied, a little flustered about the subject but taking everything in good nature nevertheless.

"That's a real shame Mercy…" Hana began to say casually. "You are a very beautiful woman, and I'm sure any man out there would be head over heels at the mere thought of having a chance to go out in a date with you. Seriously if you were to see the massive following you have online, you'll know I'm right. I'm surprised you are still single, really I'm speechless!" She exclaimed with a disbelieving expression.

"I wouldn't have put it as energetic as her…" Phara interjected, wanting to give her two cents. "But Hana is right, you are a very attractive woman Angela and anyone would consider himself pretty lucky to be in a relationship with you. I'm sure any child you might have in the future will be just as gorgeous as you." The Egyptian security officer said with a smile that made Mercy even more embarassed.

"Oh… Knock it off you guys…!" She waved off the compliments, a pretty faint blush on her cheeks. "What about you Farehaa? Is there anyone in your life that might have caught your interest?" She asked, trying to deflect the attention on her to someone else.

"Well… There might be someone…" Phara confessed a little abashed herself.

As the women of Overwatch began to engage in the ages old art of gossiping, there was one among them who remained silent through the entire talk. Shrike, who simply focused on staring at Phara without uttering a single word, her full-face mask hiding her gaze as she took every little action that the Egyptian Valkyrie did. The way her eyes seemed to light as she spoke with renowned heroes like Tracer or Mercy, the way she laughed at the jokes of her fellow colleagues. And if anyone who knows her were to look at her at this moment, they would remark on how it seemed there was a palpable trace of longing in her posture.

〜+〜

When-you-wake-up-I'll-be-waiting, eager-for-your-smile,

You've-had-quite-a- jour-ney -dar-ling, you-should-rest-a-while,

When you cry, we still rejoice,

To hear your voice - oh yes, it's true,

My sweet Washu,

Please understand, how much weee looooove youuuuuuuuuu,

〜+〜

Sleep my baby, sleep my baby,

Later on, perhaps you'll tell,

The wondrous things you've seeeeeen,

More miraculous than dreeeeeeams,

Tell me all about the day,

The world was booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorn!

〜+〜

"What do you think Shrike….?"

The veteran sniper was pulled out of her thougths by the voice of Mei, who was tryin to adress her, drawing the attention of the rest of the room in the process.

"What did you said, dear? I'm afraid I wasn't paying atttention." The richly accented voice of Shrike said through her faceless mask.

"I was asking you what you think about babies…" Mai simply repeated.

"Ah! I know all about babies already. I've had one of those already. They are pretty cute and lovable, but they also require quite the great amount of work and care…" Shrike simply replied in a matter of fact tone.

"You are a mother…?" Zarya asked, curious.

A nod from Shrike answered her. "Yes… A daughter…. She's alll grown up already…. But I still remember the joy of raising her when she was little…." She said, her voice growing wistful and distant for a moment.

"Oh, the voice of experience from what I see…" Tracer said with a giggle. "You know all this talk about babies makes me want to have one of my own. I wonder if Emily will be open to the idea of adopting a baby for ourselves."

Mercy just looked at Tracer with a teasing smile, knowing pretty well about Tracer's girlfriend thanks to all those mails she sents her with regularity to keep in touch. "Oh yes, I bet she will pretty ecstatic at the idea, so much that I'm pretty sure she must be packing her suitcases and running for the hills right now."

"Oh, shush you!" Tracer exclaimed as she playfully slapped Mercy's arm.

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

As the women laughed among themselves, Shrike simply shooked her head and went back to stare at Phara longingly.

〜+〜

Sleep my baby, sleep my baby,

Dream of somewhere, far away,

Do youuu re-member stiiiiiill,

How I hope you always wiiiiiiill,

Keep the me-mory of the day,

The world was booooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooorn!

!

Once the women were done with their little get-together, and everybody was going back to their own business, Shrike intercepted Phara at the doorway of the common room. "Phara, can I speak with you for a moment…"

The Egyptian woman seemed a little puzzled as to why the masked sniper wanted to speak with her. Phara couldn't help to be a little suspicious. Despite having helped Overwatch in stopping Talon and bring an end to the crisis in Russia, that didn't changed the fact that Shrike is a high-profile wanted criminal in her home country of Egypt.

Some of the other female agents took notice of the little talk and turned for a moment in curiousness. A knowing look from Mercy told that she suspected what this was all about as she decided to make sure the two women had some space of their own.

"C'mon girls, it's time to go back to the grinding. Those reports to the UN are not going to write themselves on their own." She chided as she tugged on Tracer's sleeve.

"But… Oh, alright…." Lena said in resignation, following after her friend, the rest of the women doing the same soon after.

Both Phara and Shrike took notice of this from the corner of their eyes but didn't comment on this. "About what?" Phara asked.

Shrike didn't reply and simply gestured with her head to follow her to the back of the common room, once there Phara questioned the masked sniped once more. "So, what is it that you want to talk about?"

Shrike seemed a little apprehensive by that question, pushing both of her index fingers together in a gesture not unlike that of a teen who has gotten himself in trouble. "I have something to tell you. Something that you probably not going to like…" She said hesitantly.

Phara frowned. "What do you mean by that? Speak clearly!" She said, losing her patience.

Shrike sighed, her shoulders sagging a little, before her posture turned rigid but determined. Slowly, she brought her hands up to her mask covering her face and began to take it off. Phara reared back with a gasp at seeing the person behind the mask, someone she had believed dead for years.

"It's been a long time my little Fareeha…" Ana said, giving a kind, sad, yet proud smile at her only daughter.

Phara couldn't speak, she could only gape like a fish out of the water due to the strong shock that leaved her paralyzed, but eventually she managed to choke out a single word. "MOM!"

!

After managing to recover from her initial reaction, Phara certainly didn't seem pretty pleased with this new revelation, yet she managed to try her best to keep a leveled head despite her inner turmoil.

"MOTHER! WHAT THE HELL!? I thought you were dead! Killed during an operation against Talon!?"

I did say she did try… Not that she suceeded…

"Fareeha… I understand if you are upset that I lied to you…." Ana began to say, but she was suddenly cut off by her daughter.

"Upset…!? No mother, I am not upset! No, no, no… Upset doesn't even begin to describe how I am feeling right now! Mother! You made everybody think you had died! You lied to me! You lied to dad! And you lied to all of your friends at Overwatch! You don't know how much it hurt receiveing a call from dad telling me my only mother had died in the line of duty. He was devastated… We both were!? WHAT IN THE NAME OF THE GODS WHERE YOU THINKING!? HOW COULD YOU HAVE DONE SOMETHING SO CRUEL TO US!?" Phara exclaimed, all but foaming at the mouth in rage.

Ana simply let out a tired sigh after her daughter's angry rant "I deserve that… I deserve all the scorn you might have for me after what I did to you and Reinhardt… As for why I did it…? That is a long complicated story, and it has to do with Talon…" It was all that the old sniper said.

Phara shook her head in incomprehension at that. "Talon…!? What those terrorists have to do with you abandoning us and deceiving the world into thinking you were dead!?" She demanded, still pretty irate.

Ana didn't replied immediately and simply began to pace around the room, a distressed expression on her face. "Do you know about who Widowmaker is…?" She asked, turning her back towards her daughter.

Phara frowned at that question, wondering what this was all about. "Widowmaker… That's the sharpshooter and assassin under Talon's beck and call. The one credited for the murder of Terkhartha Mondatta in King's Row…" She said, trying to figure out what her mother was trying to say with all this.

"Her real name is Amelie Lacroix…" Ana said in an almost casual tone after Phara answered her question.

The frown on Phara's face deepened at that. "Lacroix… That name sounds familiar…"

"She was the wife of fellow agent Gerard Lacroix…." Ana clarified.

"Wait! Yes, I remember… You told me about this. You told me about how Gerard's wife Amelie was kidnapped by Talon's operatives in order to extort him into stepping down from leading the investigation against Talon. Overwatch agents managed to rescue Amelie and return her safely to Gerard. But two weeks later, Gerard Lacroix was found murdered in his own bed with no sign of his wife anywhere." Phara's eyes widened as a terrible realization lit up inside her mind, turning towards her mother with shock-stricken eyes. "You don't think…"

"That Amelie murdered her husband… That's exactly what happened." Ana simply replied, confirming her daughter's fears. "When Amelie was kidnapped by Talon, they did more to her than just hold her for ransom. They messed up with her mind, turning her into an obedient tool, a double agent under the service of Talon, who was sent back to her husband to murder him in his sleep. After that, Talon continued experimenting on her, eventually turning her into the cold-blooded assassin she is now…" Ana said with an awfully serious expression.

"Why are you telling me all this…?" Phara asked with a face clearly disturbed by the news she had just heard.

Ana turned away from her daughter again. "It all began with the mission I was considered killed in action, we were supposed to free some hostages and escort them back to safety. Everything was running smoothly without much complication, but it was during the last stretch where we were escorting the hostages to the extraction point that everything went to hell. A sniper suddenly began to shoot out of nowhere and started killing the agents protecting the hostages. After a long tense duel, I managed to track down the sniper and destroy his helmet with a headshot, forcing him to discard it. It came as a horrible surprise to discover that the sniper was none other than Amelie, and I hesitated to pull the trigger on what could have been the final shot that would have ended her life and allow my fellow agents to escape with the hostages. Amelie took advantage of my hesitation and shot at me through my rifle's scope, destroying my right eye in the process and leaving me out of comission…" She said she raised a hand to touch the patch that was covering her ruined eye. "After that she killed everybody, the rest of my fellow agents and hostages, none was left alive. And the mission as you know was considered a terrible failure, with all personnel considered KIA and their bodies unable to be recovered and brought back to their families. But I survived… The only one who managed to get out of there alive… I pulled myself back to my feet, ruined eye and all, and went to track Amelie in order to find out the truth of what had happened…."

Ana let out a tired sigh, the momery of that day still being enough to bring a sour flavour into her mouth. "And find it I did… I later learned what Talon had done to Amelie and how that mission had been nothing more than an ambush designed to wipe out my whole team. That's when I decided to bring the fight upon Talon, to not rest until that horrible terrorist organization was no more. And that's why I decided not to return and allow the world to believe I was dead. After I learned what Talon had done to Amelie, how they had hunted down the loved one of a fellow agent and friend and turned her into a mindless monster under their control; I feared they might have tried to do the same to you if I were to try to go after them through official means. I could never forgive myself if what happened to Amelie happened to you too. Best to let the world believe I was dead if it meant you would be kept safe. That's why I began to don this mask and call myself Shrike… I know this explanation might not be enough to make up for all the pain I caused you with the fake news of my death, but I want you to know that all I did was to keep you safe. I had to keep my distance if I wanted Talon to leave you and your dad alone, so that my actions did not endanger your life. I'm sure your dad would understand, since that is one of the reasons he became a wandering crusader after all…"

"But unlike you at least he made the effort of keeping in touch!" Phara exclaimed, still pretty angry at her mother. Taking a moment to calm down, she spoke again, albeit with great barely restrained tension. "So why tell me all this!? If your decision was to stay away to keep Talon off me, why are you revealing that you're still alive to me and giving me this long-winded explanation?"

Ana kept quiet at that, considering her response. "Because I realized, that no matter how dire the situation, or how great the danger, I just simply can't continue pretending as if I don't have a daughter or that I'm not proud of her. I just can't… Despite how awfully I deceived you, I still wish to be your mother…" She said with a voice heavily laded with emotion before falling silent again.

An awkward expression fell upon Phara, who didn't know how to respond to that. "I don't know what you want me to say mother… You lied to me and made me believe you had died, I cried at your funeral thinking I would never see you again. And now you come back into my life as if nothing had happened and you want me to simply forgive you and reconnect with you!? I cannot do that…"

"I understand, Fareeha. I don't expect you to simply forgive me after what I did…" Ana simply replied with a nod.

A tense awkward silence fell upon the room, in the sudden quiet, the faint tune of a new sound began to seep from the ventilation shafts.

〜+〜

Fate/Stay Night: Unlimited Bladeworks – Brave Shine (Sapphire Cover)

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

I'm stuck in a never ending dream,

Where my wishes and hopes cannot be seen,

And it's killing me, but IIIII can't let go,

〜+〜

There's a sad-ness raining down on me,

And the future is looking oh so bleak,

But I'm holding on, so dear-ly, to pre-cious memorieeees,

〜+〜

To protect the ones I cherish, I've got to be stronger,

Don't want to he-sitate, I wanna be braver,

So no matter what may come, I can face the morning sun!

〜+〜

BRAAAVE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

〜+〜

You reached out to me; you let me see your liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight,

On the night I suffered most, you saved my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife,

Wielding all the things that we believe in,

A test of faith I know I can win,

I'll grant us love and peaaace for all tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime,

'Cause you shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine!

〜+〜

As the song played, Phara glanced at her mother who was staring back at her attentively, mother and daughter locking eyes with each other. For a moment no one said anything, but as they kept hearing the lyrics of the song, a small smile began to tug at the corner of Ana's lips. Phara rolled her eyes, someone up there must have quite the sense of humor, for how else can she explain that such an appropiate song started to play just when things were about to get awkward with her mother. Staring back at Ana, she could see she too must be thinking the same thing since a grin of merriment found its way to her face.

With a sigh, Phara resigned herself to her fate and simply opened her arms wide and gestured her mother for a hug. Capitalizing on the invitation, the elder sniper didn't wasted any time to smash into the arms of her daughter, who was momentarily surprised by the strength of her eagerness, but she quickly recovered and settled for a warm embrace with her mother, a small smile of her own struggling to seep into Phara's expression.

〜+〜

Looking up into-the-dismal night,

One by one the stars-all-lost their light,

Not, a single trace, of whaaaat they once weeeere,

〜+〜

Young souls watch their fates unfold,

Not knowing what the future holds,

They were wandering, so blindly, throughout the endless niiiiiiiight,

〜+〜

When we lose the things we cherish, we see it as weakness,

With hope dying out, we start to lose pur-pose,

So I pray when I am gone, that my destiny lives on!

〜+〜

BREEEAK DOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWN!

〜+〜

On that night, the world went crashing to the grooooooooooooooooooooooooound

When I thought we'd lost all hope, you came arooooooooooooooooooooooooound,

'Cause you kneeew deep down we-had-to move on,

Believing 'till the break of dawn,

I feel us getting soooo much closeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeer…

〜+〜

To protect the ones I cherish,

I've just got to be strong,

So I'll seek tomorrow out,

And no matter what may coooome,

I'll find the morning sun!

〜+〜

BRAAAVE SHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIINE!

〜+〜

You reached out to me; you let me see your liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight,

On the night I suffered most, you saved my liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiife,

We found light beyond the blue horizon,

So no more tears, farewell, I'm done,

I'll grant us love and peaaace for all tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiime,

Yeah, I'll shiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiine,

...

DVa just stared at the ceiling of room as she laid on her bed, both hands set behind her head with a leg bent up and the other crossed at top of it, an appraising expression on her face.

"Well, that was some empowering song…" She said before she started tapping her aloft foot, waiting idly for the next song.

Stiffling a yawn since it was growing late, Hana used the free time she had to ponder on the ocurrences that had taken place today, thinking about all the new songs she had never heard before. Her camera kept recording her as she continued musing, humming the tunes of some of the songs she had likened the best, and wondering about their significance.

Eventually, a new song played out throught the ventilation shafts, the soft musical notes of a piano reaching her ears.

〜+〜

Olivia Lufkin – Winter Sleep – NANA OST

〜+〜

(Piano Intro)

〜+〜

It keeps coming baaack to meeeeeeeeee,

I remeeeeeeeeember-this-paaaaaaaain,

It spreads across my eyes, every-thiiiiiing is duuuuull,

〜+〜

Every-one's smiiiiiiiiiiiiiiling,

They're smiiiiiiiiiiiiiililing,

It pushes meee far, far awaaaaay,

I can't under-staaaaand,

Every-thiiing is bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue,

〜+〜

Can-you-hear-me-out-theeeere?

〜+〜

Will you hoooold me noooooow?

Hoooold me noooooow,

My frooozen heaaaaaaart,

I'm ga-zing from the dis-tance and I feel every-thing pass thro-ugh meeeeeeeeeee,

I can't-be-a-lone right nooooow,

〜+〜

Will you hoooold me noooooow?

Hoooold me noooooow,

My frooozen heaaaaaaart,

I'm lost-in-a deep winter sleep,

I can't seem to find my waaay ooooout alooooone,

Can youuuuuuuuuuu wake me?

〜+〜

(Piano Instrumental)

〜+〜

Hana felt her eyes water more and more the longer she kept listening to the song, unshead tears brimming to the point she was unable to conciously contain them. Touching her cheek with a hand, she felt her tears starting to run down the sides of her face, dampening the tips of her fingers. She moved her hand in front of her to inspect her digits, a look of complete loss on her tear-streaked face as she stared at her wet fingers.

"Why I am crying…?" She asked in complete stupefaction. "I don't understand… Why I am crying…!?" She said as she began to devolve into a sobbing mess, rubbing at her eyes in a vain attempt to wipe off the torrent of tears flowing down her cheeks.

〜+〜

I know when I let it iiiiiin,

It hides looooooove-from-this mooooooment,

So-I-guard it close,

I watch the moooove it maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaakes,

〜+〜

McCree pulled his hat down until it covered his entire face, using it to keep others from seeing the tears flowing down from his eyes.

〜+〜

But it geeeeeeeeeeeeets meeeeeeee,

But it geeeeeeeeeeeeets meeeeeeee,

I-wish-I-could under-staaand-how-I,

Could maaake it di-sa-ppeaaaaaar, maaake it diii-sa-ppeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar!

〜+〜

Brigitte set down her tool as she was unable to keep working, tears streaking in a torrential flood from her eyes, a dumbfounded look on her face as she was incapable of doing nothing more but stand crying in front of her station despite ignoring the reason as to why she suddenly found herself unable to stop weeping.

〜+〜

Any-one-ooout-there-hear-me-noooow?

〜+〜

Tracer sat at her desk, her pen and the report she had been writing lying forgotten in front of her. She tensenly nibbled at her finger, her weeping eyes glancing here and there all around her room as she desperately tried to choke the sobs attempting to escape her throat and failing miserably at that.

〜+〜

Will you hoooold me noooooow?

Hoooold me noooooow,

My frooozen heaaaaaaart,

Kiss-my-lips and may-be-youuu can-take-meee to-your-world fooor noooooooooow,

I can't-be-a-lone right nooooow,

〜+〜

Mercy dabbed a handkerchief around her cheeks to wipe off the tears that flowed non-stop as she sat on her station on the lab, even at be verge of being overcome completely by overwhelming emotion, the German doctor didn't lose her composture and still managed to look all very prim and proper.

〜+〜

Will you hoooold me noooooow?

Hoooold me noooooow,

My frooozen heaaaaaaart,

Please! Ma-ke-it-all-go a-way,

Am I ever gonna feel my-seeelf a-gaaaain?

I hooooooooope I wiiiiiiiiiiiiill…

〜+〜

Zarya sat at the edge of her bunk, not doing anything but just sit there with a stoic expression as tears poured from her face, listening to the music.

〜+〜

Will you hoooold me noooooow?

Hoooold me noooooow,

My frooozen heaaaaaaart,

I'm ga-zing from the dis-tance and I feel every-thing pass thro-ugh meeeeeeeeeee,

I can't-be-a-lone right nooooow,

〜+〜

Winston set down his glasses as they started to fog due to his tears, taking a moment to clean them as he continued crying, not even trying to pretend and put a strong front for property's sake.

〜+〜

Will you hoooold me noooooow?

Hoooold me noooooow,

My frooozen heaaaaaaaaart,

I'm lost-in-a deep winter sleep,

I can't seem to find my waaay ooooout alooooone,

Can youuuuuuuuuuu wake me?

〜+〜

As the song finally ended, DVa still remained a sobbing mess in her bed, but as she began to control herself a little, she started to become self-concious of what kind of image she was presenting to her fans online. But in the end she found herself realizing she didn't cared enough to cut the feed, so she just simply covered her face with a pillow and began to sob helplessly in it without restraint.

!

Inside her dark room filled with monitors, Sombra was still spying on the members of Overwatch. However, something was different this time around, as the Mexican hacker didn't move a single muscle or spoke a single word. She just remained there, rooted to her seat, a dumb-struck expression on her tear-streaked face.

After a few minutes without showing a single sign of life, a choked whisper escaped from her throat. "Oh dios… Que fue eso…? WHAT THE HELL IT WAS!"

Slamming her hands in her console, the Mexican hacker slumped over it in helplessness, covering her face with both hands as she felt her tears flow unbridled again. Inside her dark room filled with monitors, Sombra cried alone.

!

The next morning we found all available agents of Overwatch convening once more inside Winston lab at the request of the Gorilla scientist, each of them waiting for the results of his investigation.

"Well, I have good news everybody. Athena finally managed to pin point the origin point of the music." He declared without preamble.

"You have…? That's actually good news…!" Hana said with a considering expression.

"Way to go big guy! So tell us what you've discovered Winston, luv'…" Tracer said with her usual chirpy disposition.

Winston fixed his glasses before proceeding. "As you know, yesterday a rather diverse assortment of musical pieces began to play for a cycle of twelve hours straight, from 10:00 AM to 10:00 PM, with intevals of a length of roughly half hour separating each piece."

"Yes… Brigitte told us about how she took measure of the time beetwen songs and came to that exact same conclusion…" Phara said with a nod.

"Are we really sure it's an exact half an hour? Because sometimes I felt that some of the songs took longer or less time before they started to play." Hana said with a curious gaze.

"Well, I did say it was roughly half an hour between them because of the individual lengths of each song and such." Winston elaborated. "I believe I should have said that each time the clock reaches a half hour, a song starts playing…"

Ana, wearing her Shrike disguise, stared at the time being displayed on a nearby screen. "It's about to ring the ten o' clock in just a couple of minutes…"

"Do we even know if music will even play today…? It might have been just a single day thing…" Soldier 76 said in his gruff voice.

"Well, there's only one way to find out isn't it…?" Winston smiled as he pointed up towards the vents, the rest of the Overwatch agents following with their gazes. As the last minutes ran by pretty quickly, soon enough, Winston was proven right in his assesment as music once more began to filter through the vents.

〜+〜

Belinda Carlisle – Heaven Is A Place On Earth

〜+〜

Oooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?

Oooh, heaven is a place on earth,

They say- in heaven- love comes first,

We'll make heaven a place on earth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

〜+〜

Tracer, DVa and Mei were grinning stupidly at the lyrics of the song. "Yay we have more music, isn't that great Mercy!?" The Brit pilot asked, turning towards the blonde medic.

"Maybe, but is highly inappropiate to have music blaring through the entire base Lena. You should remember that Overwatch is a respectable organization and we must try our best to give a proper image worthy of our profession…" Mercy replied.

〜+〜

When the niiiiiiiight- faaaaalls- dooooooown,

I wait for youuuu,

And you coome arooound,

And the wooooooorld's aaaaaa-liiiiiiiive,

With the sound of kiiiids,

On the street outsideeeeeee,

〜+〜

"Really…? Then why are you smiling just as me?" Tracer asked, getting near the medic.

〜+〜

When you walk into the rooooooooom,

You pull me close and we start to moooooooove,

And we're spinning with the stars abooove,

And you lift me up- in a wave of loooove...

〜+〜

"That doesn't mean I can't enjoy the music too…" Angela replied, she too grinning happily.

〜+〜

Oooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?

Oooh, heaven is a place on earth,

They say-in heaven- love comes first,

We'll make heaven a place on earth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

〜+〜

"However, we do must track the source of this music and deal with it I'm afraid. We cannot allow any unwanted intrusion in our perimeter to be left unanswered…" Mercy stated with an apologetical look.

〜+〜

When I feeeeeeel aaaaaa-loooooooone,

I reach for youuu,

And you bring me home,

When I'm looooost aaaaat seaaaaa,

I hear your voice,

And it carries meeee,

〜+〜

"Can we do it after the song is over…?" Tracer asked to her friend.

〜+〜

In this world we're just beginniiiiing,

To understand- the miracle of liviiiiing,

Baby I was afraid before,

But I'm not afraid- anymoooooore,

〜+〜

"Sure!" It was Mercy's response.

〜+〜

Oooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?

Oooh, heaven is a place on earth,

They say-in heaven- love comes first,

We'll make heaven a place on earth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

〜+〜

By this point all of the most easy-going members of Overwatch were leaning their heads side to side at the tune of the song, smiling hapilly at the lyrics and singing the chorus along. Soldier 76 shook his head.

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

In this world we're just beginniiiiing,

To understand- the miracle of liviiiiing,

Baby I was afraid before,

But I'm not afraid- anymoooooore,

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

Oooh, baby, do you know what that's worth?

Oooh, heaven is a place on earth,

They say-in heaven- love comes first,

We'll make heaven a place on earth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

Oooh, heaven is a place on eaaaaaaaaaaaarth,

….

….

As the music faded in the background, and the Overwatch agents recomposed themselves, Soldier 76 just stared with a bored bearing. "You're done…" It was all he said.

"Yes, we are done…" Tracer chirped hapilly. "Anyway, so what is that you were saying Winston? Have you found the origin of the music….?"

The sentient gorilla nodded. "Yes, as I had said, Athena has finally been able to pin point the location of the sound waves' source. She had to map the entire ventilation network of the outpost and do some complex equations to trace the rebounds of the signal, but in the end she managed to locate the origin…"

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand…..?" Hana said expectantly.

"It's underground as I had first theorized, most specifically in the lower engineering sections that were closed down when Overwatch was first disbanded. A search of those sections should be an enterprise that we should undertake with the outmost caution since many of them were still under construction and/or renovation when the disbandment was issued."

"It is a risk we must take Winston…" Mercy stated. "After all those sections might prove to be a security risk if they allow unauthorized individuals to inflitrate our base, this incident we are experiencing right now with music being played at selected intervals is already proof of that."

"Mmmmmmph… You might have a point Angela." Winston said with a thoughtful expression, a hand under his chin.

"Well that's a let down… And here I was enjoying the pretty music without a care in the world…" Hana said dejected, her shoulders slumping down.

McCree took a drag of his cigar and let out a small puff of smoke. "What I want to know is if anyone has been able to identify any of the songs we've have heard so far. I can't recall hearing any of them before…"

"Well, after a brief investigation and a small chat with Reinhardt, it is my belief that all of these songs are from before the Omnic Crisis…" Winston answered.

Phara blinked in astonishment. "The Omnic crisis began thirty years ago. Are you sure all of these songs are that old?"

"I would say older than that…" Winston simply replied. "As you know, a lot of devastation was inflicted upon the nations of the world because of the war, and many things from before the crisis were lost. The United States Library of Congress and its institutions like the National Audiovisual Center and the National Film Registry that strived to preserve all of the knoweldge and works deemed significant to humanity for future generations was destroyed and all of their contents gone with it. Furthermore, records, tapes, CD's and any other kind of digital storage device were erased when the armies of humanity started employing EMP attacks to try and stop the Omnic menace. Obviously, it didn't work since the omnics quickly developed countermeasures and then started to employ EMP's themselves, detonating them in mayor population centers to cause the highest number of victims possible. The entire economical and political landscape was practically wiped out overnight, the only reason some vestiges of the past still remain in the form of a couple videogame and technology companies like Blizzard, Google or Apple, is because they had back-up servers in far flung and isolated places like Antartica or New Zealand. Otherwise, things like that Starcraft II videogame that Hana likes to play would not exist today."

DVa reared back in shock at that declaration, clutching at her heart tightly. "Winston! Please stop! You're scaring me!"

"I think you should lay back in the doom and gloom a little big guy, before Hana here suffers a stroke…" Tracer said, gesturing at the Korean Meka pilot.

Winston sighed. "It was not my intention to dusturb you Hana, I was just trying to make a point. The truth is, all digital records were lost and the only thing that managed to survive the Omnic Crisis was hard analogue storage devices or handwritten accounts like journals and books. Trying to rebuild things to the point they were before the War and recover the lost knowledge lost because of it has been a mess, and even today mostly unsuccessful. The goverments of the world have been more focused in rebuilding the economy and infrastructure and care little for matters of art and culture. Using your hobby as an example again, Hana… That is why things have regressed in the videogame industry in which almost all new games are relatively cheap quickly to develop side-scrollers, when they used to be vast immersive experiencies that cost hundreds of millions of dollars to make and small armies of computer designers to develop; and why Arcades are back in prominence practically everywhere you go today when I know for a fact that they had been considered and obsolete technology that had fallen in hard times prior to the Omnic Crisis…" He explained a little more kindly this time.

Hana stopped overreacting and assumed a thoughful and solemn expression. "I know… There are many rumors and stories online about legendary games that once existed that were so vast and marvelous as to immerse the player in immense digital worlds were everything was possible and there were no limits to the imagination. Were you could rise from a lowly peasant and become a mighty and wise king or a hero who could travel the stars and whose actions would decide the fate of entire worlds and whose mere presence could change the tide of entire battlefields at a galactic scale. Hearing all the stories about the games of old, it is very hard for me to imagine such wondrous things to have actually existed. But the campain mode of Starcraft II lends heavy credence to this…" She said in an utterly reverential tone like one would use ot refer a mythical religious artifact, making everybody turn towards her and giver her strange looks at her sudden change in demeanor.

"What the hell do you children talk about online these days….!?" Soldier 76 said with a very flabbergasted tone of voice.

"Do not look down on young Hana for dreaming about lost glories! I know exactly what she's speaking of…" Reinhardt said, assuming a stoic reverential bearing of his own as his eyes acquired a nostalgic far away look.

"What!?"

Winston coughed under his breath. "Anyway… Back to the original topic, as I had previously stated, all of these songs must be from before the Omnic Crisis and that's why nobody recognize them today since most people who lived through that time can only remember the war against the Omnics at any record or media prior to that is most likely destroyed. So I hope this answers your question McCree…"

"It does, somewhat…" McCree simply said as he took another drag of his cigar.

Mercy turned a frown towards the cowboy. "McCree what I have told you about smoking in the lab…?"

McCree shrugged. "That I should not to…" He said with an uncaring attitude as he continued smoking.

"Yet you're still doing it…" Angela said a little testily.

"So…?"

"So I want you to stop!"

"Aw, C'mon doc, nowadays air filters can clean the air with such efficiency that everybody in here could be smoking and in wouldn't affect your work one bit…" The cowboy said as he proceeded to keep inhaling from his cigar.

The only answer he got from mercy was a string of mumbled curses in German.

Winston knew it was time to take the reins of the conversation again. "Anyway… We will have to go in a little expedition into the bowels of the watchpoint if we wish to find the source of the, as I said, you must prepare yourselves for this might be a little dangerous…"

"Well, what's life without some danger to spice things up, big guy…" Tracer said in his usual cheerful attitude. "C'mon then, let's get to it! The sooner we begin, the sooner I can find out about the name of that song I like…" She said, gesturing everybody into following her before she walked out of the lab.

Without much choice everybody just looked among themselves and shrugged, before following after the peppy brit.

!

The Overwatch agents moved carefully through dark abandoned half-built corridors, Winston at the lead, using some flashlights integrated in his suit to ilumminate the darkness as he waved a device in front of him that took readings of his surroundings and pointed at the right direction. Behind him, his fellow agents followed suit, each carrying a flashlight or a recording device of their own.

"You know, this place is kind of spooky, like something out of a scary movie involving aliens and such…" Hana said, as she slowly moved her camera around to catch every single piece of her surroundings.

"Pretty wicked isn't? It's like starring on our own very movie!" Tracer said, the glow of the temporal device on her chest turning her into an easily recognizable beacon of light in the middle of the darkness.

"As long as no monster appears and starts killing us one by one…" Brigitte said, following behind as her grip on her flashlight tightened.

"It'll be fine as long as all of us remain together…" Winston said, as he continued taking readings. "I doubt we will find anyone waiting for us to ambush us here in the dark, but you never know. What I'm more worried about is one of us getting lost here in the darkness or getting trapped by having one of the corridors collapse atop us."

"That's even more terrible than getting chased in the dark by some alien, thanks for that Winston, it is just what I needed to settle my nerves…!" Hana complained, shaking a little and hugging her camera tightly.

"Ooops… Sorry…"

As they walked among the dark-pitch corridors more music began to be heard, this time seemingly coming from some far away direction instead of out of the vents, giving everybody an auditive trail to follow. Obviously, the members of Overwatch had to opinionate about that.

〜+〜

Van Halen – Love Walks In

〜+〜

(Electric Keyboard Intro)

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

"Oh my god that music! It's so awesome! It's like hearing a DJ play techno music using real intruments instead of a synthetizer…!" Hana exclaimed pretty excited, her previous fears all but forgotten.

"I know right! I wonder how they were able to make a sound like that. I can hear drums also besides the techno piano." Tracer said intrigued.

"It is different alright…" Zarya simply said as she marched on.

"Well at the very least it gives us a pretty easy signal to track; we just have to follow the sound of the music…" Mercy commented, walking along.

〜+〜

Cooon-tact! Is all it-takes,

To change your life-to lose your place-in time,

Cooon-tact! Asleep or awaaake!

Coming around-you may wake-up-to-fiiind,

Queeestions deep-within your eyes,

Now more than eveeeeer! You realiiiiiiiize!

〜+〜

And-then-you-sense-a-change,

Nothing-feels-the-saaame,

All-your-dreams-are-strange,

Love comes walki'n in!

Some-kind-of-a-lien,

Waits-for-the-o-pe-niiing,

Then-simply-pulls-a-striiing,

〜+〜

(AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH)

〜+〜

Another wooorld!

Some other tiiiiime!

You-lay-your-sanity on the liiine,

Fami-liar faces… FamiliAAAAr Sights!

Reach back-remember with aaall your miiiight,

Oooh, theere she staaaands in-a… Silken gooown,

Silver lights! Shining doooooooooown!

〜+〜

And-then-you-sense-a-change,

Nothing-feels-the-saaame,

All-your-dreams-are-strange,

Love-comes-walki'n-in!

Some-kind-of-a-lien,

Waits-for-the-o-pe-niiing,

Then-simply-pulls-a-striiing,

Love-comes-walkin' IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!

〜+〜

(Guitar Solo)

〜+〜

"Oh dear god… That music really makes me feel as if I'm in another planet. Now I cannot keep from glancing around thinking as if I'm in some wondrous magical place! How did this happened…!?" Hana exclaimed, turning her head over all her surroundings frantically with awed eyes.

"It does make you change your outlook about our current situation, yes…" Mercy agreed she too glanced around with an intrigued expression.

The agents of Overwatch took a moment to peer at their surroundings, feeling anticipation that something might happen. When it did not, they all simply shrugged and continued on their way, but still they glanced around from time to time, unable to completely shake off the feeling given to them by the song.

〜+〜

AAAAH! Sleep and dream…! Is-all-I-craaaaaaaaaaaaaave!

I-travel-far across the Mil-ky Waaay,

To-my-master! I become AA SLAAAAVE!

'Til we meet again-soooome other daaaay,

Wheeere silence speaks… As-loud-as-waaar,

Earth retuuurns to-what-it… Was befooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooore!

〜+〜

And-then-you-sense-a-change,

Nothing-feels-the-saaame,

All-your-dreams-are-strange,

Love-comes-walki'n-in!

Some-kind-of-a-lien,

Waits-for-the-o-pe-niiing,

Then-simply… Pulls-a-striiing, looove comes waaalkin' iiin!

〜+〜

(Love-comes-waaalkin' IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!)

BABY! Puuuuuull the string!

(Love-comes-waaalkin' IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN!)

〜+〜

By this point several of the Overwatch members were moving their bodies around at the sound of the song's tune while they sang the chorus with no small amount of emphasis. They really seemed to be enjoying this particular musical piece.

〜+〜

Love-comes-waaaaalkin' iiiiin… YEAAAH!

HU-UMPH!

YEAAAH!

AHA-UAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!

…

Now that the song had finished, the opinions didn't wait to be made.

"That is one of the best songs so far!" Hana exclaimed with great excitement. "That lead singer's voice was so awesome! And oddly hypnotic to tell the truth…"

Mercy nodded along. "It was indeed a great voice, greater than anything I've heard on the radio or the internet before… I believe that might have been one of those legendary rock bands that the music fans on the internet have entire sites dedicated to."

"You think…? Man that would cetainly be amazing if it were true…" Hana said, growing pensive and getting lost in thought.

"That might be the case…. But still we are not any closer of finding out the truth. Or discovering who sings these songs anyway…" Genji said in his enhanced voice.

"Maybe if we found whatever is that's playing the songs in the first place we will find out. On that note… We better get back on tracking those sound waves." Phara said all bussiness-like.

"Amen to that…" McCree simply said, shuffling along.

!

As they continued making their way deeper and deeper into the bowels of watchpoint Gibraltar, the agents of Overwatch noticed how the music seemed to become louder and louder the more they approached its source, making it easy for them to find their way in the dark.

"I believe is this way…" Winston said, flashing his light down a staircase, before continuing moving forward. "I think we almost must be there, the volume of the music is stronger that has never been before.

"I wonder what could be playing it in the first place; the sound is so strong that it seems as if it is coming from all sides…" Tracer said, gesturing to their surroundings with an arm.

"I'm pretty sure we'll soon find out…" It was all Winston said as he continued lighting the way. And so the rest all trudged along after him, being drawn by the sound of music like bees to honey.

〜+〜

Tenchi Muyo OST – The Lonely Moon

〜+〜

I am lone-ly-like-the-Moon,

You are far away as the Earth,

Though you say I light your thoughts, night after night,

Soon we forgeeeet,

〜+〜

We are drif-ting-in-this daaance,

I can feeel you circle my heaaart,

Keeping such a-grace-ful diiiiis-taaance,

So close… But some-how apaaart,

〜+〜

Despite of themselves, the heroes of Overwatch began to lean their heads side to side at the compass of the song, finding it pretty cute.

〜+〜

Sooometimes I cry for youuuu,

Knowing you-don't want me toooo,

Sooometimes I whisper to-the-stars, up in the skyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

〜+〜

That-I-want to find the way to your souuuul,

Kissing the suuuuuuuuuuuuun! When morniiiiiiiiiing coooomes,

Youuuuuuu don't seem to count the houuuurs,

When… We-are-not-togetheeer,

〜+〜

I've seen a tender fire in your eyeeeeeeees,

Yet when I'm goneeeeeeeee! You ca-rryyyyyyyy oooooooooon,

IIIIIIIIII float-in-this emptineeeeeeeeess,

'Til at laaaaaaast, looove retuuuuuuuuurns,

With-the-niiiiiiiiiiiiiiight,

And-the-lone-ly Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon,

〜+〜

(Instrumental)

〜+〜

"Winston, mate…. Are you crying….?" Tracer asked at the sentient Gorilla as she walked side by side with him.

":Sniff: Nooooo…" Winston replied, facing away from the English pilot and wiping off his nose.

"It's okay big guy, many of these songs have made me cry too." Tracer said reassuringly. "We are heroes, yes… But we are also sensible people with their own feelings and aspirations. It's alright if we show weakness from time to time…"

"Tracer, I didn't know you were a woman so in touch with her feelings." Hana said, raising an eyebrow, which passed mostly unnoticed since they were all covered in darkness.

"Well, I must admit I've always been a hopeless romantic. Ask my girlfriend if you don't believe me…" It was the simply response of the brit.

〜+〜

I am lone-ly-like-the-Moon,

Always wan-ting you-to-be neaaaar,

I em-brace you 'til the daaawn,

Then with a smileee, you disappeaaar,

〜+〜

We continueee in our daaance,

There are times I think-it-should-eeend,

But I looose my-self in raptureee,

And we start, all over agaaain,

〜+〜

"Winston, do you need to take a moment love…?" Tracer asked, seeing her friend still crying and wiping at his eyes.

"No Lena… I'm fine… Let's just keep moving forward…" He said, trying to put a brave front.

"Okay… If you say so, big guy… But remember; don't be afraid to ask for five if you feel like needing them… We are here for you luv' don't ever forget that."

〜+〜

Sooometimes I cry for youuuu,

Knowing you-don't want me toooo,

Sooometimes I whisper to-the-stars, up in the skyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!

〜+〜

That-I-want to find the way to your souuuul,

Kissing the suuuuuuuuuuuuun! When morniiiiiiiiiing coooomes,

Youuuuuuu don't seem to count the houuuurs,

When… We-are-not-togetheeer,

〜+〜

I've seen a tender fire in your eyeeeeeeees,

Yet when I'm goneeeeeeeee! You ca-rryyyyyyyy oooooooooon,

IIIIIIIIII float-in-this emptineeeeeeeeess,

'Til at laaaaaaast, looove retuuuuuuuuurns,

With-the-niiiiiiiiiiiiiiight,

And-the-lone-ly Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon,

〜+〜

I love the warm emotion you briiiiiiing,

Though there-is-paiiiin, I-don't-com-plaiiiiiiiin,

Hooooooow you-can-ins-pire meeee,

Wheeeen… Ever we're togetheeeer,

〜+〜

Every time it's like a new soooong,

You-move-me sooooo, I think youuu knooooow,

IIII won't-even-saaaay a wooord,

In your aaarms- Or far from siiiight,

I'll bee-a-liiiight,

Like-the-lone-ly Mooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooon,

….

As the music faded, the agents of Overwatch found themselves walking inside an abandoned hangar were they at last managed to find the device that was playing all this music.

"Well, would you look at that… We have finally found what we were looking for…" McCree declared, walking towards the device and looking down at him. At first glance, it seemed like a long large crate that reached waist-level with antennas, dishes and sound speakers sticking out of it. "So this is the doo-hickey that got us involved in this litte treasure hunt of ours.

"McCree, would you mind stepping away from that… Err… Crate…? We don't really know what other things it can do besides play music… It could be dangerous…" Mercy said with some apprehension.

McCree appeared thoughtful for a moment, before kicking the base of the crate with the tip of his boot, causing a metallic sound to echo in the darkness of the hanger, which caused no small deal of shock to the rest of the Overwatch agents present. "Doesn't seem any dangerous to me doc…"

"Mein gott, McCree! Just get away from the crate and stop kicking it!" Angela exclaimed, rather freaked out by the recklesness of the cowboy. The rest of the heroes present were not impressed either, Shrike was even face-palming and shaking her head. "Winston, would you mind examining that crate to make sure it doesn't contain a bomb or something equally as dangerous…?" She pleaded to the Gorilla scientist.

"Sure thing, Angela…" Stepping in front of the metalic crate, Winston began to take readings of it trying to find anything out of the ordinary. After a few minutes he adressed the others again. "Well, I can't find anything that could be a matter for concern; then again all I've only been able to do is a cursory examination since I don't have anything with me that could tell me what's inside, other than just pointing out that whatever it is, is not explosive in nature…" He said with a thoughtful expression.

"Does that mean we will have to open it to find out what's inside…?" Mei asked with a curious expression.

"I don't know how we will be able to do that since there's seemes to be no lid or aperture to open this crate…" Winston said as he began to toss light all around the crate.

Several of the most curious heroes got near Winston as they kept their eyes on the package in the Hangar's floor. "Look! There's a button in here…!" Hana said, stretching out a finger towards said additament.

Tracer became alert all of a sudden. "Hana wait! Don't press that…!"

:CLICK:

For a moment everybody gaped, staring at what Hana had just done, the young Korean girl quickly becoming selfconcious as her brain finally caught up with the actions she had carried out by impulse. Before anyone could say anything, vapor was expelled from the crate as it began to open. Its sides falling outward, revealing its contents to all. A veritable treasure trove of random objects: Books, CD cases, Magazines, Consoles and other apparatus, etc; all neatly arranged by theme and subject. At the top of it all, a recorder began to play a message and the voice of a man suddenly began to echo through the abandoned hangar.

"To whoever might have found my package...My name is unimportant. What is important however, is my discovery. I am a scientist from a planet called Earth who for several years now has researched the secrets of wormhole technology that would allow humanity to travel to other star systems, other galaxies…! Maybe even travel to other realms of existence. In any case, my research has allowed me to create a transport device which I can use to communicate with other universes. It might sound far-fetched to most people, but I assure you, my invention is the result of a monumental undertaking and investigation.

Which brings me to my second point…

Inside this package you will find samples of the culture, media and luxuries that can be found in my world. All of them rather common and relatively easy to obtain for the average person, this is my proof to show you that I indeed am speaking the truth by sending you all this gifts from another world. I am unaware if the technological level of your own world is superior, inferior or equal to mine, so I am sending you instructions and rechargable solar batteries that would allow you employ all the devices I've packed in here without trouble. I'm also sending you some newspapers with the current date as of the day that I sent all of this through the wormhole. Hope it proves useful.

Note that this is not the only package I've sent, or the only universe I've contacted for that matter. A proper research needs experimentation, so I've sent dozens of these packages to dozens of different realities in the hopes that someone might find them and open a communication line with me. I'm afraid to say that despite my best efforts, I'm still unable to create a stable gateway that would allow an adult to traverse the divide safely without danger of turning into cosmic paste. The results using mices and monkeys have been messy to say the least, however, I am capable of sending inanimate objects without trouble, so that's something.

On a final note, I've included among the many gifts inside this package a portable smaller version of my invention that allows me to send objects to other realitites. This device is only limited to communicate with its counterpart in my world, so I hope we will be able to speak with each other soon and learn more about each of our worlds. A word of caution, any attempt to tamper with the wormhole device would result in the activation of the self-destruct mechanism since I will not allow for my invention to be used for nefarious purposes. Call it an insurance if you will… In any case, if my invention intrigues you and you wish to learn more about it you will have to speak directly with me about it…

In the meantime… I hope you enjoy my gifts and try to get in contact with me soon. I will be waiting for your call with great anticipation…."

After that the recording fell silent, leaving a group of heroes rather confused.

"You don't really believe all that hog-wash do you…?" MacCree said, his voice being the only thing that could be heard in the dark hangar.

"It's a little hard to believe I admit… But hey! Free gifts!" Hana declared before diving into the pile of objects. "I NEVER SAY NO TOO FREE THINGS!"

"Hana please! Control yourself! We must first acertain what we're dealing with before we start looking over things send to us by a person we know nothing about. Didn't your parents ever tell you not to accept gifts from strangers…?" Mercy said with dismay at the antics of the Meka pilot.

Tracer giggled. "Well, she's a spirited one isn't it Angela…?"

"OH MY GAWWWWWD!"

The sudden high-pitch scream of surprise from DVa made everybody turned towards the Korean girl, the light of several flashlights focusing on her form.

"Hana, what is it!?" Tracer asked with some concern, her previous carefree attitude all but forgotten.

"IT'S A PLAYSTATION FOOOUR PROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" DVa declared triumphaly as she raised a small carton box with a Sony logo on it above her head with both arms as if she were holding some kind of ancient lost treasure. Obviously the reason for her excitement went over the heads of everybody present.

"What…?" It was Soldier 76 deadpan reaction.

"THIS! Is one of the rumored gaming consoles of legend from before the Omnic Crisis! I've only seen the charred husks of this baby in museums. Do you know how much an undamaged and fully functional PS4 Pro is worth! More than the freaking life of half the people in this room!" She declared as she hugged the box that contained the game console tightly to her chest.

"Hana, calm down please! You don't even know if that box actually contains a working PS4." Mercy said, trying to rein in the overexcited Korean girl.

In answer to that observation, Hana quickly began to frantically open the box and carefully pull out its contents. And Lo and behold, it actually contained a seemingly brand-new gaming console with all its components and controls. "It's beautiful…!" Dva declared, stars shining in her eyes.

McCree scratched his beard. "I think we should take a look at what our new friend sent us before the kiddo here ends up unwrapping all the presents' way before Christmas arrives…"

"Probably yes…" Winston agreed. "But Hana is right about that console being obscenely expensive to obtain by modern standards. "As I already told you all, working pieces of technology from before the Omnic crisis are very rare. That whoever sent us all these things managed to gift us with a brand-new console still unopened inside its box. Well… It does give some credit to his recording about him managing to open portal to other universe. Otherwise, this would be too impractical and insanely expensive for just a mere practical joke at our expense. I really can't think of anyone who would go at such lengths just to play a prank…"

"Is there any way we could corroborate that what was on that recording is true…?" Soldier 76 asked, trying his best to ignore the smooching that DVa was giving to the console in her arms. It was disturbing in his opinion, and that's something coming from someone who had seen the worst of the Omnic Crisis.

"It did say there was a newspaper marking the date that all this was sent to us. Maybe we should check that up…?" Phara suggested.

Mercy walked around the still squatting Hana lost in her gaming-induced haze to check over the rest of the things that had been "mailed" to them via wormhole. Finding the roll of paper she was looking for, Mercy unfolfed it and began reading. "It says here, New York Times, May 3 two thousand twenty!" She exclaimed, her eyes widening for a moment.

"Vhaaaaaat!? All these things were sent to us from fifty six years in the past…?" Zarya said with a puzzled expresion. "That cannot be possible…!"

"Helloooooooooo!? Pilot who almost got herself killed in an accident involving a prototype jet-fighter that employed teleportation technology and now needs a chronal accelerator to keep her molecules synchronized with the rest of the time-stream standing right here. Thank you very much…" Tracer a little testy, turning to wave sarcastically at Zarya.

"Aaaaaah! I see your point friend Tracer." It was all that the Russian athlete said,

"But Lena is right… Time travel is not such an impossibilty as one might first think considering she is a walking proof that the concept can theoretically work. So it's a valid possibility that someone from the past actually managed to create a wormhole teleportation device and is sending us all these things from previous decades… This newspaper looks pretty brand-new too. The ink smells fresh and it doesn't have a single wrinkle…" Angela said, still examining the newspaper.

"What news does it say, Angela…?" Soldier 76 asked, for a moment falling into the comforting familiarity that he had with his once upon a time agent under his command.

Luckily no one took notice of this, not even Angela herself since she was busy reading the newspaper. "Something about the race elections for the 2020 candidates to the United states presidency. Most of it talks about the shenanigans of one of the candidates named Trump, who seemed to be the acting president at the time, looking for a reelection- but according to this he has the worst public approval of all presidents in the history of the United States…"

"Trump…? Mmmmph? Doesn't ring any bell to me…" Lena said becoming oensive for a moment.

"Ah yes… I remember that from history class. Something about him being the worst president ever that the old US of A has ever had and that the media blamed him solely for the country falling into another economic recession that leaved the nation bankrupt. Something that his sucessor, the first American female president, had to struggle greatly to fix" McCree stated, shaking his head. (The Simpsons have already predicted the future. You're all fucked bitches!) "But that's ancient history and rather unimportant to the matter at hand…"

"Yeah, you're right… Hey Hana, did whoever packed that playstation you're going gaga for also packed some games alongside it? I am curious as to what kind of games people played in the past." Tracer said, turning towards the Korean girl.

"Let me check…" DVa replied, carefully placing the PS4 in the ground before she began rummaging over the rest of tightly packed items that came alongside the console. "Yes, he did! Thank god! Whoever sent this treasure crate to us is my hero! Let me see… Bloodborne? I kinda like the clothes of the character in the box art, pretty neat…"

"With a name like Bloodborne I think that game must not be suited for infants… What it's all about anyway…?" Tracer inquired further."

"Mmmmmmph… According to the box you're some kind of monster hunter that ventures inside a decrepit city that has been overrun by creatures from the dark in search of a cure for a… Curse or disease you seem to be afflicted with… The setting and enviroment look pretty creepy from what I can see in the images on the back of the box." Hana replied, flipping the CD case in her hand over to read the back.

"Sounds intriguing, though pretty spooky in my opinion... Anything else?"

"Well let's see… Uncharted the collection, Uncharted 4 A Thief's End, Persona 5, Yakuza 0…"

"Yakuza!? There's a game whose main theme revolves around my home-country criminal families…?" Genji exclaimed in surprise. "Interesting… Though highly inappropiate in my opinion…"

"Agreed…" Hanzo said with a grunt.

"Well, it is marked as a mature game suitable for people over seventeen years and onward." Hana said, showing to everybody the ESRB label in the box that pointed out the suitable age range for the game.

"Well, at the very least whoever made this game was kind enough to put a parental warning in it. What else is there…?" Mercy spoke, gesturing at DVa.

"Call of Duty: Advanced Warfare, Call of Duty WWII…"

"What's up with the double W in that title? Is it about wrestling or something…?" Tracer asked in confusion.

"Who knows, it's just a game title. I think it ust a FPS about war since it has the face of a soldier in the front cover. But whatever, stop interrupting me!?" Hana complained, before returning to listing the games. "Assassin's Creed IV: Black Flag, Assassin's Creed: Unity, Assassin's Creed: Syndicate, Assassin's Creed: Origins…"

"That's too many games about assassins in my opinion…" Soldier 76 said with mild dissaproval.

"Ah yes… I'm beginning to remember that series…" Reinhardt spoke, surprising everyone. "Assassins' Creed is about an organization of, obviously, Assassins, and their secret war against the secret society of the Templars through the history of mankind. Each game is set in a different age and revolves around important historical events and how either the Assassins' or Templars influenced them as they warred from the shadows…

"Reinhardt is correct…" Hana said as she examined the back of the boxes. "The fourth: Black Flag seems to be set during the age of Pirates in the Caribbean; Unity is set during the French Revolution, Syndicate in nineteen century Victorian London and Origins is set in ancient Egypt during the time of the pharaons.

"What a novel concept for a videogame…" Mercy said mildly impressed. "To explore a different historical setting during each one of the titles of your game franchise, though I still have my doubts about having the main theme focus on assassins…"

"Yup… Well, I want to play the one about pirates and the one about my hometown during the Victorian era." Tracer remarked peppily.

"And I'll play the one in ancient Egypt of course…" Phara said simply in acknowledgement.

"What else Hana…?" Winston prompted.

"DOOM… I've heard about this game… It's supposed to be the father of all First Person Shooters… I should set this aside… Anyway… Wolfenstein: The New Order, Wolfenstein II: The New Colossus, NIOH (This one seems to be about samurais), Crash Bandicoot: Insane Trilogy, The Last of Us: Remastered."

"The Last of Us…? Well that's not an ominous title at all. Let me guess… Some kind of end of the world game, right?" Tracer commented in an unimpressed tone.

"Zombie Apocalypse apparently…" Hana said, reading the back of the box. "But according to the box it was game of the year in 2013 with more than seventy awards to its name…"

"Is it really that good?" Tracer said, lifting a skeptical eyebrow. "For such an old game I mean… We will have to check it out then…" She shrugged.

"Anyway, moving on… The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, Nier: Automata, Rise of the Tomb Raider, Resident Evil 7, The Evil Within 2, Alien: Isolation, Horizon Zero Dawn, Metal Gear Solid 5: The Phantom Pain… Dammit there's still a lot more games in here, it will take me a while to categorize them all...!" Hana complained loudly.

"Those last ones had some exotic sounding names. But many of them seem to be sequels of already well stablished franchises…" Mei began to comment. "Aren't the previous entries to those series also packed somewhere along all the things sent to us…?"

"Mmmmmmph… Let me check…" Hana began to say, starting to pull out blue cd case after blue cd case of games and setting them aside in piles. "Oh, there's a note in here…. It says -Word of advice. Know that before you can play in the PS4, the console will need to install the game you desire after you insert the CD before it can be run. These installations can last from a few minutes to several hours, some will even require for you to leave the console plugged and running during the night as you sleep before you can even begin to play—Well what a load of bullshit…!" A scandalized Hana exclaimed.

"Yeah I agree with that. Seems people in the past didn't have the processing power we have now." Tracer comented, nodding along as she could imagine just how frustrating was for Hana to have such a treasure trove dangled in front of her eyes, yet having to deal with unnecessary nuisances that will keep her precious games away from her.

"There's still more to this note… -So on the spirit of avoiding any dissapointment; I took the effort of packing more of the past known generations of consoles for you to play while you wait. None of them requiring to install your games beforehand in order to play!- Plus one of the other current one, but that too needs to have the games installed." Hana said with obvious surprise in her face.

"What other consoles…?" Brigitte asked.

Again, DVa began to rummage in the contents of the crate until she found what she was looking. "AAAAAAH! There's also an Xbox 360, and Xbox One S, a PlayStation 3 and a Playstation One packed in here! With dozens of games for each console! There's also portable consoles! COME TO MAMA!" Hana declared before diving into the pile again.

"That's a lot of consoles for one single package… I wonder how much all of this would cost, even if it comes from the past…" Soldier 76 said pensive. "No Playstation 2 though…?"

"According to this note, the most important and relevant titles of the PS2 were subjected to several recopilations and remakes that were then later released on the PS3. All of them which can be found here…" Hana declared half-distractely; still busy looking at all the goodies that could be found.

"Doesn't that thing have other stuff other than games…?" McCree said, setting a cigar into his mouth an lightening it. The glow of the fire illuminating his face in sunset hues,

"There are still lots of many other things packed in here… This crate is certainly quite large. You're free to look about yourself if you want." Hana said, lazily gesturing with a hand. "Just remember that the games are mine!"

"Now, now Hana, there's no need to be selfish…" Mercy chastisied, before starting to look among the contents of the heavy crate. "Well I suppose we better begin right now to see what's in store in here… Huh? A Blue-Ray?" Mercy said, holding the box of said device in her hands.

"Seriously…!? A Blue-Ray!?" Tracer remarked with an impish smile. "Man that thing is ancient! It is even older than Reinhardt!"

"Hey…..!"

"Oooops… Sorry Rein, but you have to admit this technology is pretty old…" Tracer amended.

"There also seems to be… Well, lots and lots of movies in blue ray discs…" Mercy said, pulling boxes after boxes of movies. All marked by date, genre and title and containing small annotations about recommendations of movies that should be watched first. Oscar winners and precursors of entire cinema genres and tropes. All in all it was a very thorough and comprehensive collection about the history and development of the movie industry up to the late new-tens'. Mercy was pretty much speechless.

Winston shared that sentiment. "Angela, do you know what we have in here!? We have the entire film history of humankind… A treasure that was believed all but lost after the Omnic Crisis. Its value as a cultural apportation to mankind is priceless!" The sentient Gorilla declared before falling silent and staring at the rows of boxes in the hangar floor "We need… We need to contact the joint chiefs of the UN, UNESCO, and whatever other humanitarian organization that works to preserve the legacy of humanity! This is… This is big Angela, we'll need to catalogue every single one of these films and start making back-up copies of every single one of these movies to make sure they are not lost again, and…"

"So you say, we're going to have to watch every single one of these movies…?" Tracer asked, cutting Winston off before he could continue with his dribble.

"Well… Essentially… Yes…" Winston supplied.

"Okay… Then let's get started already! Time to watch movies!" Lena declared, all but jumpin in the air with excitement.

"I know all about movies already…" Hana said dismissively, still busy cataloguing her new games. "I've acted in several movies already you know…"

"I've seen those movies already…" McCree began taking a drag from his cigar. "And sweetheart… Don't be mad. But I wasn't impressed… I'm more curious about what type of old movies people used to watch a century ago…" He then put his hand inside a random box and pulled out a movies case to read its title. "Shane, huh…?"

"Oh, what do you know about good movies anyway…" Hana said with a huff.

"There are not only movies in here…" Mercy said, inspecting more of the contects in the large crate. "There also seems to be TV series, music records, and… Cartoons…? Yes there seems to be many cartoons in here also, both of regular western animation and those Japanese cartoons that young people like so much…"

"Anime… Japanese cartoons are called anime…" Hana said in a lecturing tone. "And it is a disgusting media, filled with nothing but skimpily-clad underage little girls that try to seduce their older brothers into an incestuous relationship that would be the creppy-ass ideal fantasy of any pedophile, or stupidly pretty an effeminate boys kissing and trying to molest each other…" She declared with disdain.

(AN: Considering how the industry's fan-service nowadays is moving away from busty naked women with impossible sexy bodies to disgusting crap like Ero-trash-manga Sensei or I can't believe my little sister is so cute! and all those homo-erotic sport animes like Yuri on ice or that one with the swimmers. This is most certainly what will be the new normal in the future. In short, each year we are worse… The only good stuff that is still coming out of Japan are the Sentais like Kamen Rider and that's it)

All of the people inside the dark hangar fell silent, turning to stare at DVa with dumbstruck expressions, even Tracer was left gaping.

Once more, if she were physically able to do so, Mercy would already be sweatdropping. "I'm really not sure that is the case on this ocassion. After all, this is old anime from the past that we are talking about. Plus I can see on these boxes pictures of very impressive musclebound and tough looking men staring stoically at the viewer."

That caught Hana's attention, who turned to see the box on Mercy's hand. "Baki the Grappler…? Hmmmph… Okay that's new…"

"Hana, although I appreciate your eagerness of instructing Angela about my country's media…" Genji began to say. "I must inform you that we Japanese consider any form of animated media like cartoons to be an anime. There's no distinction between western cartoons or Japanese cartoons, they are all anime from my own country's cultural point of view. Same with comic strips, who are all called manga."

"So it is just the word your people use to call cartoons in their own language?" Tracer asked, barging in the conversation.

"Yes…"

"So it's okay for us to call them Japanese cartoons or Japanese anime, there's no distinction between the two?" Tracer asked further.

"Well mostly correct…" Genji replied, shuffling a little. "Anime is a rather broad term we use to cover a wide arrange of animation techniques, not simply cartoons. Puppets and marionettes also qualify as anime, even moving stick figurines can be designated as anime. In short, it is any kind of visual technique or production method used to tell a story that is separated from reality by a crucial gap of fiction and provides an ideal path for escapism that allow audiences to immerse themselves with relatively ease on the tale. But in general, either of the two options you wish to call it is fine…"

Tracer just nodded. "Alright, seems pretty reasonable. What about what she was saying about your country's anime being the wet-fantasy of pedophiles or male homosexuals…?"

"Oh no, she was right about that. It is indeed pretty disgusting stuff… Not to be homophobe or anything. But my country has some very strict views about diversity, and homosexuality in most anime is depicted in the most embarassing way just for laughs or to shock the audience through sheer bizarreness... Or to please certain sexual fetishes :Ahem: Not all of them, but it is indeed a great majority. As for the rest... (Sigh) I'm afraid to say that my country's culture has suffered a steep decadence over the decades." Genji confessed, slumping in dejection.

"Okay….." It was all that Tracer could actually say. Time to change subject! "Well then… I think is time to start packing all these things back into their boxes and begin hauling them upstairs. If all of us pitch in I'm pretty sure we'll have everything done in a jiffy and maybe we could start cataloguing all this stuff by watching a movie." She said before bending down to pick a movie case from a random box. "Mmmmmmph… Star Wars…?"

!

In a dark room filled with monitors, Sombra was watching with interest the feed from DVa's transmission. After a while, she wordlessly stood up, a non-descript look on her face. "I think is time for me to pay a visit to the heroes and maybe start making some new friends…" She declared, a devious smile spreading through her lips.

And that's it for the prologue. As I had said, this story will not focus in whatever game, movie or series they may be watching but on their actual reactions. So don't expect copy paste of entire shows, since I will only limit myself to the dialogue of selected scenes and the reaction of the heroes to what they are watching.

And we even have started with the reactions already, by having them react to some music. Something that I have never seen in any other reaction fic done before.

At any rate, I went out of my way to put an actual background and plot to this story since most Overwatch fics just have the organization already back to life with no explanation as to how that happened. Sure, most of what I put in here is just me making educated guesses and extrapolating from all the info available through what Blizzard had released in other media. But all of it comes from actual canon, so maybe all that I time I spent playing Dark Souls would help to try creating an actual plot for this story from scraps.

Anyway, now on to move to my other stories. Before anyone asks, here is my working schedule. Now I'm off to work in my dragon ball fic, next comes Dragon Age Reign, after that Fairy Tail, and finally the next chapter of this fic. Though I'm sure it's going to take a while…

But whatever… As always leave a review with your commentaries, recommend my stories to your friends and vist my paetron and I will read you all next time.

BTW. Sorry for the wiierd symbols that mark a change betwwen music and storytelling. It's just that separations are supposed to be there but this stupid site eliminates any blank space. Also, I'm a pioneer. That song is a hundred percent Tracer. Don't you believe me? Go and check it out for yourselves in Youtube.