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

Chapter 5: Christmas

As we flew above the Atlantic ocean, we conversed about me discovering Widomaker was Amelie. I told Winston and Tracer (who had put the ship on autopilot) about how Gerard Lacroix, one of the founding members of Blackwatch and a huge target of Talon, would often talk about his beautiful wife, Amelie Lacroix. Winston and Tracer were in momentary shock at our discovery.

"But there's no way. Amelie was a kind person and loved Overwatch, how could she join Talon?" Tracer asked, her head full of confusion.

"Think about it. Remember when Talon captured Amelie, and when we rescued her she seemed cold and emotionless?" I asked.

"Yeah?" Winston said.

"And then only 2 days after her rescue, we found her missing, and Gerad was murdered?" I questioned.

Tracer and Winston remained silent, their faces showing that they were in realization.

"That is something I wanted to talk about," I explained.

I then went on to tell them that one of my big plans for Overwatch was to rescue Amelie and bring her back to Overwatch. Not only would she become a useful agent considering her now unique skill set and abilities as a fighter, but her knowledge of Talon would be useful in how to defeat them.

"But, how can we fix Amelie? She's completely on their side and from what we know, she has no remorse or emotion," Tracer stated, sorrow and unsureness in her eyes.

"And that's where Angela comes in," I said, slapping my hands together.

"What?"

"When I joined Overwatch, I learned that Angela was developing a serum that can reverse psychological damage and neuro reconditioning. It would be the perfect tool to save Amelie from that hell she's in right now," I said.

Winston pondered for a moment as Lena scratched her head.

"Well, we'll need to wait until then. Capturing her now wouldn't help because if we do now, she might break out and kill us in our sleep, or something like that," I continued.

"Sounds about right," Lena yawned, stretching her back as Winston laid back.

"Let's get some rest until then," he yawned, scratching his belly as I put my weapons in the containment box.

We flew for another six hours or so before landing back at Gibraltar. Tracer parked the ship as Winston and I got up and headed for the exit. Once landed we walked out of our spaces, finding the sun slowly setting as we walked to our rooms.

"Heading to the lab again?" I asked Winston.

"Yeah. I need to fix my electrifier before we go on another mission," Winston replied as I and Lena headed for the rooms.

"Alrighty then, gd-night Love," Lena told Winston as he walked down the pathway.

We then headed to the apartments, both yawning loudly as we approached our rooms.

"Great work today love," Lena sighed, fist-bumping my shoulder before entering the password to her room.

"おやすみ、友よ (Oyasumi, tomoyo)," I replied, entering the password to my room before entering.

The door closed behind me as I slumped over to the kitchen. I grabbed some spaghetti ingredients and wine before making my dish. The warm and vibrant smell of rosa tomatoes and wine penetrated my nose, making me smile as the beauty of creation filled my heart. I began working up the pace as the water boiled, and I chopped up the rosemary and spinach while mixing the tomato sauce and sausage. I made sure not to use too many ingredients because I was planning to make a dish for myself and making leftovers isn't my favorite thing to do unless I have to. I then threw the dry spaghetti into the boiling water before pouring in my wine. After 35 minutes I drained the water and threw in my pasta sauce and about a cup of white wine before mixing it slowly. After a solid 5 minutes of string, the dish was complete. I put the pasta in a large bowl before pouring my wine into a nice tall glass cup. I then carried my drink and food to the living room table, set it down, and turned on the TV, switching through the channels before landing on HBO and finding that Kung Fu Panda 2 was on. A true classic. I ate my pasta while the movie played. The warm dish, the sorrowful wine, the feeling of being in Overwatch again, and right after a successful dish were the perfect recipe for a good night's sleep. And as my bowl and cup soon became empty, my helmet started beeping. I picked it up and put it on, and sure enough, it was my dad, calling from a nearby hotel.