Heart Cold as Ice

Chapter One

He knew it was a bad idea to come on this mission, getting intel on Overwatch, was supposed to be a simple mission. Sombra would hack the doors and cameras while he faded in and got whatever files he could find. That was before he caught sight of the blonde soldier, which sent the Talon agent into a coughing fit. Reaper stared at the faded pink flowers in his hand, balling his hand tightly, then opened his hand slightly watching the smashed petals form a small pile on the floor. He thought this was over after he died, but the pink petals on the ground said otherwise, the blonde-haired soldier still had a hand on his heart. Reaper coughed into his hand once again, taking a deep inhale ignoring the sharp pain in his chest. Reaper leaned against the wall, as the room spun around him Sombra said something in the earpiece earning a growl from the Raven creature as he tore the earpiece out.

Suddenly, someone was on top of him, with a gun to his head. Blinking the black spots from his eyes, Reaper pushed nausea down turning his head to face the assailant. Soldier 76, of fucking course. "It's over Reaper, surrender and maybe your trail will be painless." He sneered.

Reaper was silent for a long moment, before pushing the other off. "Painless? My life has been nothing but pain after I came back." The Raven growled. 76 had his gun aimed at Reaper, finger over the trigger. Reaper felt another wave of dizziness wash over him as he stumbled slightly. "Why do we have to keep fighting Jack?" He asked.

"You need to ask that!? After everything you have done, after the people you have killed, you still have to ask?" 76 shouted.

"I might have done some bad things, but so has Overwatch. Don't you think people have noticed they are just too blind to look at the bigger picture?" Reaper argued.

"Some! You have done nothing but kill people and steal, even in Blackwatch you were against us." The commander yelled, lowering his weapon.

"I did love you, Jack; I just couldn't sit by and watch the government use people like pawns to get their way!" The older male shouted, throwing his hands to the said.

"If you loved me then why didn't you talk to me!? We could have come up with a plan Gabe." The other shouted as tears pricked the corner of his eyes. The strike commander quickly wiped the tears away, taking a deep breath before raising the gun once more.

"I didn't want you to get hurt, Jessie and everyone was in danger," Reaper answered.

"You did hurt me, Gabe! After you died and blew up the base everyone disappeared, and Ana left. Reinhart went back home to help his people take out more Omnic. It's your fault." He growled, pulling the trigger. Watching as two of his missiles embedded into Raven's shoulder. Reaper stumbled backward, putting a clawed hand up to the wound, and stared at the black blood smeared across his hand. The older male went to speak when his throat closed, the pain in his chest overwhelmed him as he began coughing.

76 didn't hesitate, rushing forward and throwing a punch at Reaper. The Raven instantly materialized one of his shotguns to block the punch, before rapidly kicking the other's legs and seeing him fall to his knees, before pointing the pistol at his head. "Jack don't make me." He pleaded.

The strike commander smirked, "If you don't kill me, I'll kill you." He stated. Reaper's hands shook slightly as he swallowed as the two looked at one another for what seemed like hours. The eyes he was gazing into weren't the same Morrison he had grown to love; they were cold and distant, and any love had ever carried had vanished.

Reaper would drop his shotgun and put his arms around the soldier in an ideal world. Sobbing into his shoulder and pleading with the other to assist him in leaving Talon. Wipe away all of his mistakes, yet this wasn't a perfect world. The thorns piercing Reaper's lungs were confirmation that whatever Jack felt for the other had disappeared, leaving Reaper to love the soldier. He couldn't pull the trigger since he knew doing so wouldn't permanently end his misery. Reaper would be Talon's slave for the rest of his life, pulled by their strings to murder his sweetheart. Jack yelled something, but Reaper was too deep in thought to hear anything.

Jack punched the spot close to Raven's head, jolting him out of his trance. He saw the soldier take up one of the delicate flower petals, studying it in his palm before shattering it in his palm and letting it flutter to the ground. "After all of this time... You're still clinging to something that perished years ago." He murmured. Reaper noticed tears trickling down Jack's pallid cheeks. Shaking his head, he attacked Reaper, and after a few strikes, a loud crack filled the space between them as a piece of Reaper's mask flew through the air and fell a few feet away from them. While blood spilled across Reaper's torn mask, hot blood streamed down his nose and disappeared into his armor.

"It might have died with you, but I still love you even if you hate me, Jack." Reaper rasped, spitting the glop of blood from his mouth.

The strike commander let out an animalistic howl as he hammered another huge chunk into Reaper's mask, while another large piece soared in the air and crashed a few feet away. "Why don't you just kill me already!" He yelled.

"Would that make you happy?" Reaper asked.

Jack froze, first in the air. "Would it make you happy if I shot myself?" The Raven quizzed once more.

"You and I both know you wouldn't die." The other growled.

"I could turn myself in, I'm sure the government would ask Angela to figure out some way to kill me." Gabe continued.

"I doubt Talon would let their best agent get killed," Jack said, pushing himself off the other.

"They would hire or trick someone else to take my spot, I could ask Sombra to hack the computers this time and make sure I disappear. I could be a bad memory." He explained, letting out a hiss while he sat up.

"You'd do that, just for me to be happy?" The Strike Commander quizzed raising an eyebrow.

"Yes..." Reaper replied. "I messed up the only thing I cared about." He muttered.

"What's stopping me from shooting you in the head? Why wait for a trial we both know that won't do anything but slap you on the wrist. I could shoot you right now." Jack said.

"You could do that too, but then you'd know I was still alive somewhere," Reaper argued.

"Somewhere away from me." Jack sneered, voice dripping with venom.

For a few seconds, Reaper remained silent while Jack thought to himself. He was watching the soldier as he wandered about cursing to himself before stopping and picking up his abandoned weapon. Jack's eyes narrowed as he pointed it at the older man's head; he couldn't tell if it was from fear, fury, or a little part of him didn't want to shoot the man in front of him.

The soldier hated to admit it, but a tiny part of him still loved the beast and liked the idea of perhaps defeating Talon with its agent. Yet the little portion of Jack was overcome by hatred. Jack despised the fact that his closest friend was still alive in front of him, despised the fact that he was prepared to die for the other's happiness, and despised the fact that he was to blame for the flowers the monster was coughing up.

"I'm not doing this for you." The strike commander stated, but Jack knew it was a lie. He was doing it for Gabriel, a chance for him to leave, a chance for him to go on and perhaps carve out a tiny corner of the world for himself. But Jack was largely doing it in the hope that one day the hatred would fade, and he could be reunited with Gabriel.

The soldier turned his head, as he pinched his eyes tight. The last thing he heard was his gun firing off and Reaper's body dropping with a horrible thud.

He was doing this for Gabriel.