Chapter 3
Sombra groaned, getting out of bed with a sour look on her face. Did she really flash Angela last night? It was an accident, sure, but she didn’t exactly want the doctors first exposure of herself… to be an accident. Sure, Zeigler was hot, but it wasn’t exactly in Sombras game plan to go flashing her.
She looked in the mirror and put on a little bit of makeup, but otherwise, simply threw on some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. She checked the clock.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
8:07 AM.
It wasn’t even early. But she knew, considering that it was the weekend, that every other person on base was either asleep or hooking up. But what did she care for other people’s privacy?
She opened the door, which slid open with a whoosh. She padded down the hallway, barefoot. She stopped at a door, conveniently labeled ‘Dr. Angela Zeigler’.
She yawned, still practically half dead, while holding up her hand to the keypad. She didn’t touch the keypad, no. She simply touched a few floating, purple hexagons, and the door slid open, revealing a similarly sleep deprived Dr. Zeigler looking at the door from her chair. Sombra put the floating pad away, and walked inside.
“Can you at least knock next time?” The doctor asked, before she leaned over to grab her glasses.
“Oh, hey. I didn’t know blondie wore glasses.” Sombra responded, chuckling lightly and sprawled across a rather large chair placed in the corner.
“And I didn’t know that you were going to come in here. So. Why are you here, exactly?” Angela asked, which provoked an interesting response from Sombra.
‘Why did I come here? Widow, last night… ohhh…’
“Last night… did ya like what you saw?” She asked, laughingly teasing the doctor. .
The doctor looked less than amused. “You and I both know that I am in a stable relationship, unlike that weird arrangement you have with Genji and Tracer.”
Sombra flushed inside her head. ‘She knew?!’
“I’ll take that as a no… anyway, chiquita, what were you even doing out so late last night?” Sombra asked, trying to divert the subject.
“Remember what I just said about the relationship?” Angela responded, a smirk just barely visible on her face while she reached over and opened up a rather large book. Sombra didn’t get a chance to read the title. “Why did you come in here even?”
Sombra rolled her eyes. “Geez, Angela. Why are you so grumpy?”
“Didn’t have my coffee. Now, are you going to stay in here and annoy me, or are you going to leave, let me get my coffee, and come back in an hour?” The doctor let out a glare at the hispanic woman in front of her. “Oh, and by the way, you’re due for a physical.”
“Ah, the ladies never could keep their hands off me.” Sombra retorted, standing up. She headed for the door, rather grumpy.
“If you keep up with that Tracer-Genji thing, who knows who’ll find out… so far, only Ana and I know. But word travels fast.”
The threat was not thinly veiled.
“We’ll see, Angela. The word better not come out from your mouth.” Sombra wiggled her fingers in a parody of a wave.
And with another wave of her hand, the door slammed shut, and Sombra stormed off to her room.
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A few hours later, she walked down to the doctor's office, and let out a sigh.
“Am I still scheduled for a physical?” Sombra asked,aggravated from their conversation earlier. The previously irritated Dr. Zeigler was replaced with a seemingly cheery, well dressed doctor.
“Alright, clothes off.” Doctor Ziegler said, all business. “We did this last year, and we’re doing it again.”
“Angela… you weren't serious with what you said earlier, right?” Sombra quietly asked, feeling exceptionally vulnerable in her current position. Nude, lying down on a medical table, being examined by a doctor who knew enough about the human anatomy to create a monster, either inadvertently or on purpose.
“Pardon me? Oh, about the menage e-trois.” Angela thought out loud, before walking over to a drawer and pulling out a syringe and a few empty vials. “How me and Ana would tell people? Well, it depends.”
‘Depends? What the hell does that mean?’
“I just want to warn you that a fallout could be disastrous. It could completely ruin a team. Genji will overcome it, thankfully. Tracer will likely be devastated and seek therapy. For yourself, who knows.” Angela continued, manipulating Sombra’s arm before swapping it for a blood sample. “Just know that you’ll have to deal with everyone at Overwatch, three way or no three way. Including me”
‘Why did she say it like that’
Sombra sighed, wincing from the pinch of the needle. Angela was likely the only person that Sombra was threatened by in Overwatch. She had complete and utter control over her emotions. She did exactly what she meant to do. She could manipulate mind and body like no other. She was just… scary.
“You can get dressed now. Would you like to talk to Fareeha about this situation?” Angela continued, scribbling notes down on a clipboard. “It might help you out a little.”
Sombra got dressed quietly, trying not to look at Angela.
“Sombra?”
Sombra looked up slowly, sheepishly making eye contact.
“Do you want to come over tonight? To talk?”
“S-sure.” Sombra stuttered, before attempting to go back to her normal flippant personality. “Eight o’clock.”
‘Would they dress up fancy? Or do they dress up like, you know. A normal couple?’ she thought, browsing through her wardrobe, throwing out an old graphic t-shirt to meet the rest of her disrupted closet on the floor..
‘I am coming over there. They’re not coming over here… it's a mess…’ she sheepishly looked over at the unmade bed, her new floor closet, and a certain Hitachi product lying half-hidden by her sheets.
She finally selected out some tight fitting jeans, a tank top, and a scarf that looked rather like her overcoat. Purple was her signature color, and it suited her when she needed strength now. Sombra took a quick glance at a clock, and let out a little yelp, running out the door.
‘It was Pharahs room, right? Or was i-’
“Concha de tu madre!” Sombra exclaimed, after running directly into D.Va. The Korean was sourly climbing up from the floor, a smirk spread across Sombra’s face. What a perfect opportunity. Sombra couldn’t pass this up.
“I knew you wanted me, chiquita.” Sombra crooned. “But I didn’t think you’d be so desperate as to run into me just to feel my tits. You could have just asked.” she winked while D.Va stood up on her tippy toes to reach her eyes. Irritation-- and was that a bit of fear?-- met Sombra’s smug brown.
“Go fuck yourself.” Hana finally retorted, pushing Sombra away from her and practically sprinting away with her head held high. She was probably late to her stream.
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“Sorry I’m late, I ran into D.Va. Literally.” Sombra excused herself, sliding into the brightly lit up room, where a Middle Eastern woman and a Swiss German were waiting for her. Fareeha was in what looked to be exercise clothes, with black underarmour making up a significant portion of her outfit. Angela was wearing the exact same thing as she was in the doctor's office: a light blue shirt, and some sweatpants.
‘Oh thank god they’re dressed casually.’
“It is quite alright, we were just sitting down.” Angela responded, with a plate containing some pasta on her hand. Fareeha already had one on the table, and she ate slowly, glaring just barely at the Hispanic woman. Like she was somehow invading their privacy as an invited guest.
“So, Sombra.” Fareeha asked, adjusting her posture a bit. “What’s all this I hear about with Tracer and Genji?”
Sombra shrugged, to better hide her nervousness. “It’s not that big of a deal, really. We just happen to… appreciate one another.”
Angela let out a quiet, high pitched laugh, before looking extremely embarrassed with herself for the noise. Fareeha rolled her eyes.
“You do know that this could seriously mess with the chemistry of a team. What if there is a breakup? Think about how that would affect us as a group.” Angela explained, her eyes making a slightly unnatural glint. “I’m not saying there will be… just something to watch out for.”
Sombra nodded, while Fareeha wolfed down her plate quite rapidly. While she hated using this term, it was pretty easy to see who was the metaphorical man in this relationship.
“What kind of relationship is it, anyway? It certainly isn’t romantic.” Fareeha asked, looking at Sombra quizzically.
Well, there really was no word for it. They just kind of… had sex. Genji and Sombra were certainly friends, and Tracer was more of a rival than a friend. Genji and Tracer happened to be good sexually for one another, but they could hardly stand each other.
On the surface they seem like they would be a good match, due to their similar abilities. Both were extremely... maneuverable. But their bickering only made them hate each other even more.
Usually, only one could be brought on a mission. Sombra just happened to put the right plug in the right socket one evening, and voila. A match made in heaven… for a half hour. After that, and they were back to bickering.
“Sombra. Helllooooooo?” Angela interjected, snapping her fingers at the spaced out Mexican.
“We’re just kind of… friends. Close friends. Close friends who have sex.”
Angela rolled her eyes, and let out a sigh. Fareeha groaned, looking at her girlfriend.
“You invited her over to talk about her friends with benefits?”
“Well, I’m worried! Tracer would be devastated, and besides, Amelie is going insane from jealousy. It’s just not healthy!”
Fareeha rolled her eyes, and stood up, placing a hand on Sombras shoulder. “Come on, we’re going for a walk.”