Chapter 2
Black thigh-high boots crossed over one another, a small white saucer gently lying on the lap of a purple-skinned girl. A white teacup was held in calloused hands, dark purple lips pressing against the rim and taking a sip. The tea was a bitter black that left an unpleasant aftertaste, but that was what Amélie was—an unpleasant aftertaste. The woman could feel all eyes on her, yet she never faltered; their stares would not change her attitude or why she was here. Of course, Angela had invited the Talon member, but there was another reason as well—Lena “Tracer” Oxton. Amélie had wanted to come by for a long time now, but childish insecurities had prevented her from doing so. Now was different though, they were all being reunited and she had to take advantage when she had the chance.
“Merci… pour l—…for the invite…I wish many happy years for you both.” A French accent came out thick, drawing more attention than she already had. Yellow irises scanned the room, watching the others slowly begin to react.
“It is no problem!” Angela smiled, clasping her hands together and trying to laugh off the sinking anxious feeling in the pit of her chest. “Thank you for coming!” The others kind of mumbled a ‘hello’ or a nod of recognition for the Talon member; yet none of them could bring that up since this was a presumed neutral zone. She nodded in response to the others, eyes still staring into the Brit, who was avoiding all eye contact that she could. On the opposite end of things, Hana had a sour expression that just wouldn’t change, which did make things a tad more awkward.
“UGH!” The young girl stood up, placing her hands on her hips. “Will anyone just say it?! This whole thing is fucked up! We all see each other after a like year, then we go to a wedding of someone who openly dated another member of the organization, and now a Talon member and flat out bitch is here and we just say nothing?!” This outburst left Amélie irritated, but not surprised; Hana was never good with keeping her mouth shut. With everyone trying to process, Lena finally stood, choppy bangs obstructing her eyes. Without a word, the pale girl silently left to go to her designated room. After a couple minutes of awkward silence, Angela soon stood, letting out a soft “I…I-I’ll go get her”, and leaving.
“Will you all try and be nice?” Amélie finally piped up, yellow irises glued to her acrylic black nails. “You’re invited to a wedding of two happy people that are your friends.”
“You betrayed half of the people here!”
“I was invited.”
“But you didn’t have to come!”
“Peace, ladies.” The soon-to-be groom finally spoke up, hands gently folded in his lap. “Pain from the past doesn’t need to be felt now.” Genji’s wisdom (borrowed from Zenyatta) caused the two girls to shut their mouths and sit, avoiding all eye contact.
“Well…this has been fun.” Lucio joked to break the tension, patting the shoulder of the ‘cowboy’ beside him.
“Uh…yeah… real fun.” McCree laughed awkwardly, nudging the other in response.
“None of ya c*nts have changed!” A wicked laugh came from a patchy blond with burnt tips, arms crossed as the laughter became more and more erratic. It was none other than Jamison, better known as Junkrat, the trigger happy Aussie who usually in some way held this group together.
“Jamison is…right… none of us…really have changed.” Softly speaking up, Mei pushed in her glasses and stared around at the others, taking in their unique features. “We’re all the same as before…which is why we…always end up together…right?” Hearing the females words caused the scrawny male to glance in her direction, brows knit in confusion on why she had actually agreed with him. In the past, Mei and Junkrat had been polar opposites, usually giving each other back-handed comments and trying to stay out of each other’s way.
“Well…I’m glad she’s here! She’s a c*nt, just like the rest of us! This’ll make this lil’ wedding finally fuckin’ interestin’!” Breaking the icy stare from the other, Jamison winked at the French woman and slung his arm around Mei, who had stiffened and shifted uncomfortably. Amélie nodded her head in response to the loud-mouthed male, eyes looking off to the direction where her love had wandered off.
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A pale, freckled face was held in soft hands, tears rolling down from her puffy eyes to her neck. These tears, as cheap and petty as they might seem to some, were too real and too painful for the Brit to deal with—yet they would not stop. These tears had begun for a long time, ever since the day she had met Amélie, from the day she met Widowmaker. These tears that once shed for the anger and sadness from the shooting of Zenyatta and hatred of the Talon member now shed for the heartbreak and turmoil that the Talon member had left her in.
“I know how you feel…Lena,” A Swiss-German accent choked as she put her arm around the crying girl in attempts to comfort her. “When…Fareeha and I…,” Angela’s voice trailed off, a heavy sigh escaping her soft lips. “…when we broke up, I was devastated… so devastated in fact, I ran into Genji’s arms…”
“Isn’t that…a good thing?” Lena sniffed, wiping her tears and looking at the other female.
“…Ja…Ja! Of course it is! We’re getting married and I’m so happy!” Angela clasped her hands together, smiling weakly at the other. Lena’s dark brows knit, sitting up slightly as she continued to sniffle.
“Angie… you don’t seem to happy to be marrying Genji…do you really want this, luv?” These words caused Angela to freeze, crystalline irises widening. Sighing, a few tears pricked at her own eyes which were now averting her British friends’ gaze.
“…of course I love Genji… of course I… I want to marry him, and be everything he needs…but I can’t. I will always love and…belong to…—”
“Fareeha…”
“…Y-yes…”
“Why don’t you call this off, and go back to her?”
“I can’t.” Angela answered bluntly, saddened expression changing to an angry one.
“Buy, luv, if you—”
“I can’t, Lena.”
“Why not?”
“I just can’t.”
“Angie…”
“Lena…sometimes in life we just… can’t go back…,” The blonde placed her hand over the others, holding them gingerly. “But…but you…you have a chance. Amélie is here, she is waiting…just take the chance.”
“Same to you!” Lena shouted, standing up and placing her hands on her hips. “We’re all here, and when we’re all here, we can help each other! We can help you and Fareeha ge—”
“Lena!”
“What? Why are you doing this why are you lying to Genji why are yo—”
“Because I’m pregnant!” Angela snapped, standing up and feeling tears stream down her pink cheeks.
“W…what…?”
“…W-when…When Fareeha and I… broke up…that night I was so angry…so sad…I went to Genji and…we drank a lot… and one thing lead to another… but none of it… meant anything…as soon as I found out I was… Fareeha came back for me…I turned her down…and I began things with Genji…”
“Angie…” Lena stood in awe, watching the other collapse into a sobbing mess before her. “…It…It’ll be…okay…” Holding the other gently, she allowed the other to cry on her shoulder.
“Lena…p-please…please don’t push Amélie away… don’t make my mistakes…don’t let your love go like I did…with Fareeha…”
“Glad to hear you say that.” Another voice called out as the source seemingly appeared out of nowhere. She was a thin, yet somewhat curvy girl with tan skin; half shaved black ombré to teal hair with pink LED clips and spirals all over. She wore an array of blacks, pinks, purples, and blues all over—she was none other than Sombra.
“Sombra!” Lena hissed, clutching the crying mess beside her.
“Cheers, luv!” The other teased, taking a few steps over to the two emotional girls. “Don’t worry, amiga, I won’t tell anyone.”
“S-Sombra…please don’t…”
“I literally just said I wouldn’t.” The hacker scoffed, flipping her hair and crossing her arms. “I’m not going to tell…if you help me with something.”
“W-With… what…?”
“You let me bring Fareeha to the wedding.”
“W…What…?” Angela’s puffy blue eyes looked into the others, tears staining her pale face.
“Amiga,” Sombra began, walking over to the two girls and bending down, taking a tissue out and extending it to the girl. “Everyone from overwatch is here, except for her! I’d love to have her here to have a real…reunion again.” Lena and Angela stared daggers into the other, but she kept a cool, calm demeanor.
“Fine…,” Sighing, the blond stood and accepted the tissue, wiping her tears and composing herself. “Bring her, I don’t care…excuse me.” Angela made her exit, brushing by the purple-skinned female and greeting the others. Amélie slipped into the room, crossing her arms and glaring at the hacker who stood in between her and Lena.
“Sombra, what are you planning?”
“Aye, Amélie!” The small girl hugged the taller one tightly, only to be pushed off abruptly. “Ugh! Don’t be such a—!” Blue irises glanced back at the obviously uncomfortable British female who was staring Amélie down. “Oh…I see…fine, I’ll leave…make it count, you two~!” Sombra mused, disappearing and leaving the two alone.
The two females stared into each other’s eyes, both inside screaming and trembling; yet, the two kept their distance and never faltered.
“Hello, Lena.”
“Hi, Amélie.”