Jesse Mccree One-Shots

Kind Alpha - Part 4 #8

Word Count: 3318
Type: Alpha/Beta/Omega/ Young Mccree
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Third Person P.O.V~

   "You checked out?" Reyes asks with a quirked brow holding his cup of coffee in hand with steam rising to slip through his fingers. Morrison sitting to his left while Mccree is sitting to the right on the other side of the table.
   "Yeah, just a couple of scratches, I'll be fine." Mccree's jaw freezes as his eyes lock on (y/n), he watches Reinhardt reaching for her neck carefully grabbing the fabric on her collar and pulls it out a little revealing the patch taped down on her neck.
   "(Y/n)..." Reinhardt growls lowly as she takes a sip of her (f/h/d), her eyes roll over to him as her eyebrow quirks upwards. "How much did you tell Amari?" The female Alpha frowns giving off a snort as she places her cup back onto the table "enough..." She taps the side of her cup twice and after that Reinhardt dropped the subjected and moved onto schedules for the day. Mccree is sitting there confused as to why the big guy just dropped it to easily and to confuse him, even more, the other two males say nothing and continue the conversation with their schedules for the day. 

   Clearly, he's missing something but what?
   He watches (Y/n) open up her holographic screen her face still holding a cold, annoyed expression on her face as she sips on her drink and swiping the screen in front of her. It's darkened out on his side but he's sure she's looking at patient files again as she does every morning. "How many patients needed your help last night?" He asks curiously with a slightly scared tone. Her frown fazes away before pulling her gaze away from the screen darting her eyes up to a shy Mccree, she takes in a deep breath to calm herself and soften her features as to not frighten the poor man any more than she has. "Seven including yourself..."
    "Normally you'd have twice as many reports..." Jack pipes up staring the female down a little. Her eyes roll over to the blond commander her brow slightly twitching in annoyance as she holds back a snarl. "Normally, yes..." She starts typing on the screen releasing a sigh as to calm her temper "But when you get attacked in the middle of the night, it can make work difficult." 

   "Can't be impacting your work that bad if you only got a couple scratches." (Y/n) doesn't even look at Jack as she continues to type away on her hologram taking a sip as she works. "It does impact my work when I have to defend myself and a patient plus having to file a report on the situation," Jack smirked at the response as he leans back a little taking a drink of his coffee.
"Amari must have chewed you up big time." He gives off a light chuckle before receiving a kick to the side of his leg by Reyes, he starts choking on his coffee swallowing it swiftly before coughing and hitting his chest. "Don't be such an ass Jack, she's already had a rough morning."
    "It's fine Reyes, he'll learn the hard way someday." She swipes the screen to the left and continues to type up the next patient report, she pauses for a moment staring up at the time at the very top of her screen. "Speaking of which, Morrison you have to do drill training with some patients from Sector C and you're late." Morrison glares at (Y/n) lifting his arm up to check his watch, his eyes immediately widen upon seeing the time "Shit!" He springs up out of his seat placing a kiss on Reyes' cheek, grabbing his jacket as he darts out of the cafeteria with a "See ya later!"

   Everyone turns away from the closing doors and continue to chat among themselves. "Two words Reyes, why him?" Reyes rubs the back of his head shyly.
   "Some times I wonder that myself..." He looks up a shyly and sympathetic towards the female "Sorry about Jack he doesn't know when to keep his mouth shut." She waves off the commander concerns. "Like I said it's fine, he'll learn one day and it'll be a hell of a wake-up call." She takes another sip of her drink placing the cup down as she resumes her report writing. (Y/n) can feel eyes on them as people slowly file out of the cafeteria some of which she didn't mind but some were stares that want nothing more than to burn holes into the back of her head. Her eyes roll to the right to see several patients from Sector A staring her down "Problem?" The males turn towards the group of patients, cold glares locked on (y/n) makes Mccree shiver as he sinks into his seat a little bit. One of the members a woman takes a step forward her fangs showing as she opens her mouth to yell at the calm Alpha.