Her Echo | Echo x OC (DISCONTINUED..... maybe not-)

Episode 3: Reunion

"Wait? You're coming?" Winston asked excitingly.

I nodded, smiling contently. It was wonderful seeing my friend again. 

"Well? When are you coming?" He asked. 

"I don't know. The thing is, my friend Katlyn was just murdered," I replied. 

Winston's joyous expression suddenly disappeared as he molded into a sad state. Winston and Katlyn never met but I told him all about her, and he knew what she meant to me as a friend. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, what happened?" He asked.

I then explained the recent events and how Talon was looking for Ex-Overwatch agents at Bob's Canopy. The mention of Talon brought an irritating rage to Winston's face. 

"Talon, it's not surprising they would do such a thing. They can't even leave me alone," Winston growled. 

"Huh?" I asked.

"Oh, I didn't tell. Before I sent the recall message, Talon attacked Gibraltar and tried to find the information on the remaining Ex-Overwatch Agents and their whereabouts. I stopped them, but that's what reminded me that Overwatch is needed," Winston explained. 

"Talon can't leave us alone, can they?" I asked. 

"No, but that's why we need to band together again. Without Overwatch, Talon will seize control over everything, and we have to stop it," Winston said in his monologing tone. 

"Hey! Who's that!" a cheery British voice exclaimed. 

My heart skipped as a blue stream dashed behind Winston, who chuckled as Tracer herself appeared on the screen. 

"Tracer!?"

"Benjamin?! Is that you love?!" Tracer yipped, her face filled with unfiltered joy. 

"Haha, yeah! It's me," I said, laughing while tears slowly paraded my eyes. 

It shouldn't be any secret that I and Tracer weren't best friends when Overwatch was still around. If I wasn't partnered with Winston or Torbjorn, Tracer was always there. She always put a smile on my face even during the toughest of times, right till Overwatch was shut down. 

"Where have you been love? You haven't called or anything for years!" Tracer exclaimed, leaning on Winston's arm as he chuckled. 

"I've been busy," I said, smiling as I remembered beating the shit out of criminals as a vigilante. 

"Well, it's good to know you're on board love," Tracer said as Winston politely pushed her off. 

"I want to stay until my friend's funeral. Once that happens I'll come straight to Gibraltar," I told them. 

"Fine by us," Winston said. 

"Oh, and one thing," I said.

"Hmm?" 

"I have a few ideas to bring us back to the spotlight," I said. 

"And how's that?" Tracer asked. 

"Couple things, but I want to contemplate on them until I arrive. Until then, keep things steady until I arrive," I said. 

"Sounds operational," Winston said. 

"Make sure to call until then. I have SOOO much to tell you," Tracer yipped. 

"I'm sure of it. Ok, bye,"

"Bye love!"

And with that, I ended the call. Never have I been so relieved in ages. Seeing the zapping and exciting personality of Tracer and the positive and wonderous attitude of Winston brought light into my heart unlike any other. And to have them know that I was returning was both heartwarming and worrying. Dad had already given me his blessing that I should go, but should I leave him here alone? Should I sell the shop and bring dad with me? No, I can't. At least I think I can't. I'll have to ask him tomorrow. I sluggishly walked to my bed, still sore from the fight with Talon and still emotionally squished by the loss of Katlyn. Accepting Winston's callsign and having a quick chat with both him and my BFF Tracer did lift my spirits, but the loss was still heavy. I took off my tuxedo and pants while Estella jumped onto my bed before loafing on the edge. I chuckled as I took off my clothes and tucked myself in. The cold and soothing ambiance of NYC soon put me to sleep, dreaming of returning to my friends at Gibraltar.