Memories
The last of the equipment needed was being unpacked. Lena was given a simple job of cleaning the new rooms for Lucio and D.Va and after 2 hours of work was finally able to sleep in her room. Angela and Fareeha however, had been told to unpack, with Fareeha's strength and subtlety alongside the responsibility of Angela working well in Winston's opinion. Most of the morning was spent in awkward silence with Angela regretting her outburst. She barely knew Fareeha and she unloaded her problems on her. Her job as a medic required an emotionless and strong exterior look. Fareeha however, was still thinking over the locket in Lena's room.
As Angela opened her mouth to speak, so did Fareeha "I'm so-"
"The locket-" Both looked at each other, Angela giggling at Fareeha's awkward expression.
"Go ahead Fareeha, the locket?" Angela motioned with her hand for her to drop the box while she spoke.
"well. the locket in Lena's room it makes no sense to me." She pulled a chair behind Angela before also sitting down herself. "The whole time I've known Lena she has never worn a necklace or locket or anything anywhere near her neck. "
Angela thought for a moment "neither have I, but perhaps she doesn't want to lose it by wearing it to fight?"
"So why was it on the floor?" Fareeha rose her eyebrow knowingly as Angela lifted her head, Fareeha becoming more excited by her own small theory while Angela became drawn into the mystery.
Angela scrunched up her face "Did you see the design on it?" Fareeha's mouth began to rise into a smile on one side.
All the while Lena sat in her room, running her fingers over the design of the locket, the heart had a terribly engraved by an amateur, the initials A.L made it obvious. There was no doubt it belonged to her. Lena looked at the picture of the two together. Memories flooding back, like a tide coming in. It was unstoppable and natural.
The day had begun with her meeting Amélie just outside a small restaurant in Italy, Tracer had came dressed casually for the meet, not trying with her hair her usual jacket left at home and instead replaced by a short sleeved black shirt donning the Overwatch logo proudly on her shoulder. She loved wearing that shirt, it explained to many people why she had a large blue light held on her chest or scared them into not asking. Amélie however, was casual and as beautiful as ever. Across her shoulder was a small bag in which she kept her necessities, with her wearing a long leather jacket and light blue jeans with black leather boots. Two images popped to mind, one of an innocent biker beauty and another, that gave those boots a whole new purpose.
The day seemed normal, as they went about doing small things, with Amélie never visiting Italy she wanted to get a taste of the culture and of the food. After walking for most of the day Lena was happy to finally rest her legs as they sat down on the bench of a nearby park. Amélie drew out a camera from her bag. It looked too big to ever have fit inside it and she began taking pictures almost at random.
“What ya looking at,love?” Lena’s inner cockney was strong and proud, to most this was annoying but the taller woman carried grace as well as patience.
“Something beautiful” She muttered in reply as the camera focused on Lena and her derpy, overexcited blushing face. The whole scene was cheesy enough to be a line in almost every rom-com in existence.
Lena was snapped out of her daze as she heard a crashing from downstairs and a frantic cry from Winston.