Chapter 6
It was always hard to come back to something after a year of staying away. Many people feel that, once they live in a big city for a while, they often forget how to drive. Sombra felt the exact same way, as she sat down at her desk and pulled out a purple (surprise) notebook.
The year had just been so busy. Not in a bad way, even. She just had no free time.
The crisis had expanded out of Russia, and while many people in Overwatch may have had some free time throughout the year, this was the first day that Sombra wasn’t busy hacking some God program.
She turned to her most recent entry, exactly 364 days ago. Genji, Tracer, and she had some… fun after the party, as did Angela and Pharah.
That wasn’t exactly the case anymore. None of it was.
Tracer had developed a crush on some Brit named Emily. Over time, it had expanded, and Tracer gradually stopped seeking out Sombra for sex, but more for personal matters. Finally, however, she asked Sombra a question that she wasn’t quite expecting.
“Hey, Sombra?” the bubbly girl had asked, sliding into Sombra’s room rather slowly. “Can… can we talk for a little?”
Sombra looked up from her bed, wearing only a tank top and some boxers. “Yeah. What’s up?”
“Would it be okay… uh… would it be okay if we stopped… doing our thing?”
Sombra looked at Tracer quizzically, but nodded. “Can I ask why?”
“Well… me and Emily are gettin’... serious. She’s.. she’s not really into the whole idea of me and you doing it on the side, ya’ know?” Tracer said, looking up at Sombra apologetically.
A sigh could be heard from Sombra as she sat up. She walked over to the British girl, and put a hand on her shoulder. “Chiquita, of course. We’re friends first. Don’t apologise or feel sad about it. It was fun while it lasted, eh?”
Tracer smiled, and nodded. “It was… and we were friends first. That can stay.”
Sombra chuckled, and hugged the other girl gently. “I better meet Emily one of these days. Maybe for Christmas.”
Tracer smiled. “You will. Sombra… thank you.”
And with that, she blinked out of the room.
That was a rough night, but she understood the circumstances. Besides, Emily was quite possibly the best fit for Lena. She grounded the flighty girl. She made everyone around her at ease, and they clearly loved each other deeply. Tracer now lived in a London flat with Emily: nearly 1,500 miles away from Gibraltar, but only an instant away with Symmetra’s teleporters.
Genji had done a similar thing, but only after the breakup of a certain Doctor and Soldier.
Angela had had a rather rough day at the Watchpoint. Almost everyone was on a mission, with only herself, Sombra, Pharah, and Pinkie behind.
And Fareehah had decided to use this time to break up with her. Angela knew it was coming. They had been getting farther and farther apart, and Angela was being sent to Afghanistan for a year, while Pharah got a deployment to London with Helix. That meant nearly no contact, and they decided to separate. So far, it was private, but Angela had a hint that a certain hacker also knew about it.
“S-Sombra… can I come in?”
Sombra clicked a few times in the air, allowing the door to slide open. A tear-laden woman entered.
“Eyyyy, mamasita… what’s wrong?” Sombra asked, concerned for her. They weren’t the best friends, however, they had been getting closer recently.
“I’m sure you know… F-Fareeha and I… we…” Angela began to choke up, and Sombra quickly closed the door, along with making room for Angela on the bed.
“Angie, sit down, please…” Sombra looked up at the crying woman, and she gladly did, sitting down on the bed and burying her head in her knees.
Sombra didn’t know how to comfort people very well. Or at all. She simply let Angela work it over herself. After a while, and a rant or two, Angela gave Sombra a hug and walked out of the room.
Three months later, Genji left to go on a pilgrimage with Zenyatta. Sombra and him remained good friends. Best friends, possibly. However, due to Nepal’s proximity with Afghanistan, Angela and Genji began to see each other regularly. Eventually, they ended up together as well.
Sombra sighed to herself. ‘I suppose everything ended up alright.’
She heard boots walking down the corridor. Sombra looked outside, only to see McCree standing there, chewing on a cigar.
“I’m headin out to a bar. Considering there’s no one else in this Watchpoint… wanna come with?”
Sombra rolled her eyes and stood up. “You do realize that I’m Mexican, right? I’ll be barely tipsy while you black out on cheap whiskey.”
“We’ll see, partner. You get Patron, I get Jack Daniels. Bottle each. Hundred bucks on least drunk when we get back. Angela will BAC us.”
“It’s her first day back from deployment. Don’t you think she’ll be asleep... or sleeping with Genji?” Sombra asked, chuckling.
“Darlin’, it’s Christmas. The hundred bucks will go to a gift towards her.”
Sombra let out a laugh, and followed McCree to the bar.