(Hi! I hope you enjoy this little short featuring my friend's Overwatch OC Eve, a weapons specialist and her best friend (my OC) Breya the medic! Just a little something I pulled together one night, and decided to post! Genji x OC, and Gabriel x OC)

Genji wandered into the break room, footsteps silent, and saw that there was one small light above the stove still on. Other than that, the room was dark, silent, and exactly what he needed. He breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the clock, the time reading 3:35 am and he knew the base wouldn't be up and running for another couple of hours.

That also meant Eve wouldn't be up for another couple hours, and he was surprised to admit to himself that he missed her. His head seemed clear when he was around her, and he felt less inner turmoil, less pain. But he didn't want to make her deal with his demons, so he made sure to separate himself when he was having a hard day. It was for her.

But he couldn't stay in his room, not after his fourth night of nightmares, ones that left him sweating and crying when he awoke.

The walls always seemed to press in on him then, making it so he couldn't breathe. Out here, he felt better, and he felt freer. He sat down on the couch, and rubbed his face, feeling the scars as his fingers dragged over his skin. He looked down at the scars on his arms and sighed.
He estimated he had gotten less than four hours sleep, and he had even gone to bed earlier than normal. The nightmares just wouldn't let him rest, and he laid down on the couch, against the back and put one hand under his head.

It felt so nice out here…cooler and with more room. He felt as though he could actually relax, and he trusted himself enough to let his eyes close.

Eve wandered down the hall, and rubbed her eyes as she turned to walk into the break room. As she walked to the sink, she idly thought about her boyfriend. He had gone to bed early last night, and he had seemed tense and upset.

As much as she had wanted to go after him and make sure that he was alright, she knew he needed his space. So, she allowed him that, even though she worried.

She grabbed a class from the cabinet and filled it halfway, and drank it slowly, letting the cool water run down her throat. It was another one of those nights that she just woke up and she shook her head in slight irritation. Why did that always seem to happen? She could have gotten a drink in her small room, but sometimes the walk helped.

She set the glass in the sink, and walked over to the couch, and jumped slightly as she saw the lean figure of Genji laid out.

She looked closer and saw that he was completely asleep, but his eyebrows were furrowed. The rest of his face was bare, and she stared at him with a slight smile on her face, enjoying the chance to see the rest of his handsome face, so rarely shown.

'Another nightmare.' She thought, and the wheels turned in her head, as what to do to help. Suddenly an idea came to her head, and she glanced around the room, and checked the time. There was about an hour and a half left until the rest of the base would wake up and she wanted to make sure that he slept for all of it. And she could use a little more rest herself.

She sat down softly on the cushion and carefully eased her legs next to his. She laid her head on his arm and let an arm drape across his chest. She felt him stiffen and start to stir, and she closed her eyes, knowing that he was looking at her, his red eyes glowing slightly in the darkness.

She then felt him lay his head back down and lean it against her own head, and she fought a smile as she felt him gently kiss her head, and tighten his arm around her waist. They both settled in and for the first time that week, the nightmares left him alone, and he knew it was because of her.

Gabriel wasn't a man of many regrets and he liked being that way. But right now, he was regretting one thing. He regretted going to bed so late last night and getting up so early this morning. The rational part of his brain told him he needed to take a short power nap, but he arguing as he drank his fourth cup of coffee.

He was trying to down it a little quicker than usual, on the off chance that Breya walked In and saw the stack of three other cups. He didn't want her lecturing him today. Her background as a medic made her particularly insistent when it came to the team's health, therefore his health.

He set down the empty cup and his stomach growled. Thus, begun another mental battle. Did he get up and go get something to eat, and give his brain a break, or should he just power through it? Dinner was about 2 hours away, and he knew he could make it. He'd done it before.

After a few more minutes of debate, he stood up with a sigh, submitting the finished report. He pushed the cups into the small trashcan by his desk, and cracked his neck as he powered off his screens and walked to the door.

He walked down the hall, stretching his arms and back slightly, hating how good it felt to be up and about.

He walked into the kitchen and a wonderful smell assaulted his nose. That kid was at it again, all of his baking and Gabriel cursed him for it.

Indeed, there was a plate of brownies on the counter, haphazardly cut by the one and only Jesse McCree. He picked up one, and bit into it, closing his eyes for a moment.

Should he be eating something with more nutritional value? Absolutely. But Gabriel Reyes never passed up anything chocolate. That just wasn't right. He had morals, even though most people thought otherwise.

He then wandered over to the couch and flipped through the pages of a random book on the side table. He sat down with a sigh, kicking up his heels and relaxing into the soft cushion. This was so much better than office chair. He really should put in an order for a nicer one.

As he relaxed he continued his inner debate. See? He could make good decisions and he finished off his brownie with a final bite and leaned his head back. He felt his shoulders relax and he looked at his watch one before closing his eyes.

Just 20 minutes of rest and then he'd get back to reports.

Breya walked down the hall and took a deep breath right before she walked in the break room. Some of the medical staff had asked for her help with restocking supplies and she had gotten done almost twice the amount she thought she could do. She had walked down the hall a pleased smile on her face the whole time.

As soon as she came around the corner, she smelled them.

Chocolate brownies. Jesse McCree. He'd done it. He'd made brownies, just like she had teased him about this morning. She broke into a trot and ran into the room, spying them on the counter.

She danced on the balls of her feet, as she grabbed a brownie, and continued her tiny dance around the kitchen, towards the living room. She had to put her feet up for just a minute, maybe eat another brownie.

Then she stopped suddenly, her mouth still in mid chew.

Gabe.

He was asleep on the couch, and she sat there for a moment with her back leaned up against wall, eating the second brownie. She looked over his face slowly, relaxed and at ease, which was a rare occurrence for him. It almost never happened. The work had been overwhelming this week and she knew it was hard on him.

She then leaned back up and walked over to him, pulling his shoulders up, and grabbing a pillow to put at the end of the couch.

"What-" he started to say, and she simply placed a finger over his lips to silence him.

"I'm just getting us both comfortable…lay down." She instructed and he resisted laying back, a frown on his face.

"I have to get back." He tried to fight her but he knew he wasn't going to be able to convince her.

"Gabriel." She said quietly and with warning, and she smiled at the smirk that came over his face.

"So bossy." He replied simply and let her push him down completely on the pillow, and she laid down, and pulled her to him, his head on her chest, and she sighed with contentment. He wrapped his arms around her in response, and closed his eyes, slipping back into sleep.

Just for a few more minutes at least.