An Overwatch Fanfiction: Blackwatch

Chapter 5

I waited impatiently in the extremely uncomfortable metal chair. My body shivered because of the frigid temperature. I looked around the all white room where they were holding me. There was what looked like a 2-way mirror covering the whole left wall. Typical for an interrogation room. My hands were restrained by 2 handcuffs attached to the metal table in front of me. The large steel door at the front of the room slowly creaked open. A man wearing a black and blue uniform with what I could tell was an Overwatch crest on his right side of his chest.

"What do we got here...?" The man said as he glanced down at his clipboard.

"5'4, 120lb, Brown hair... Red eyes?" He said with a look of confusion. His eyes shot up to meet mine but I quickly looked the other way. He gave out a little grunt and closed the door behind him.

"Anyways, let's start with something simple..." He continued as he sat down in the chair across from me.

"What is your name?" He asked, trying to make eye contact with me again. I continued to look the other way and not answer.

"Hmmm, not very cooperative now are we?" He paused.

"That's okay, they all are at first." He said, smiling from ear to ear. I quickly looked back at him and noticed he had something in his hand. After closer inspection, I realized he was holding a taser. My first initial thought was to try and break out of the handcuffs and punch this guy in his face, but after some very quick thinking, I realized I would be doing exactly what he wanted me to do, freak out. I decided to keep my cool. I looked back down at the floor so he couldn't see my eyes.

"You think I'm bluffing! I'll make you talk one way or another!" He screamed, leaping towards me over the table. I closed my eyes and decided to stick my ground. I would not let him get to me. The taser stopped just was about to make contact with my chest. I opened my eyes to see Tracer holding the man's arm.

"It alright, I got it from here, love." Tracer said as she yanked the man out of the chair. He quickly ran off in the other direction and out the door. After he left, Tracer's attention returned back to me.

"I know it's a little chilly in here, so I got you this." She said, laying down a cup in front of me.

"What, you don't like hot chocolate?" She asked with a frown. I moved my wrists around making the handcuffs clank on the metal surface of the table.

"Oh right, sorry about that." She said, giggling. She sat up from the table and walked around to where I was sat. She then pulled a small silver key out of one of the pockets on her coat. She slipped the key in the handcuff and turned it until it clicked open. She then proceeds to do the same thing to the other one. I rubbed my sore wrist and watched as Tracer put the key back in her pocket.

"There ya' go, love," She said, smiling. I was a little surprised how kind she was being but I realized they were probably just trying to lower my defense. Tracer walked back to her seat and sat down. She looked back at me and signaled towards the Hot Chocolate. Feeling a little apprehensive, I picked up the cup and smelt the liquid inside. My nose was filled with the rich scent of chocolate, something I haven't smelt in a long time.

"It's just hot chocolate, don't worry." Tracer told me, giving me a little bit of a concerned look. I didn't really trust her but I was starving, so I gave in to the temptation. The piping hot, chocolaty liquid bombarded my taste buds and warmed my body from head to toe.

"Do you like it?" Tracer asked with a smile. I simply put the cup back down on the table and nodded. She giggled back at me.

"Alright, so... could you tell me what your name is? At least so I know what to call you?" Tracer asked, desperately hoping for an answer. I didn't respond.

"Alright, how about I tell you about myself first, then you tell me about you?" Tracer said after a long pause of thinking. I looked up to met her eyes but I didn't make any other movements.

"I'm going to take that as a yes?" She asked. I still didn't respond but I was very curious about her so I let her continue.

"Okay then. My name is Lena Oxton or Tracer, as most of my colleagues call me. I was a pilot for the army at the age of 17 and I moved up quickly throughout the ranks. When the Omnic Crisis began, Overwatch asked me to test fly their new jet, The Slipstream. The Slipstream was supposed to be able to teleport backward and forwards in time. During the first test flight, the jet malfunctioned and disappeared along with me inside it. After many years, I was presumed dead until I reappeared at Overwatch headquarters. I was back but I still had a very hard time staying in the current moment as I would often physically fade in out of current time, until Winston, the big talking ape you may have met earlier, made me this thing called the Chrono Accelerator which anchored me in current time and allowed me to control my own stream of time to move forward and backwards in very short bursts." Tracer informed me, pointing to the blue and white device on her chest which I now presumed was the Chrono Accelerator. My eyes were lit up with awe and interest.

"Red," I spoke out loud.

"What?" She said back, leaning towards me.

"My name, it's Red," I told her, avoiding eye contact.

"He spoke! He spoke! Thank God, I thought you were mute for a moment!" She beamed with excitement, leaning forward and grabbing my face. A slight giggle escape from my mouth but I quickly corrected myself and turned the other way.

"Ok, well Red, that is all we have time for today, There is a guard outside ready to take you to your cell." Tracer said to me with a smile. My smile turned into a frown as the reality of the situation hit me once again.

"Don't worry, we only want to help you, everything will be okay." She said, helping me up from my chair. I followed her out the door where, like she said, a guard was waiting for me. He grabbed my arm and began walking me down the long hallway.

"See ya' tomorrow!" She called out from behind us. We continued walking through countless long hallways and stairs until we arrived at what looked like a cell with the numbers "1647" engraved on a metal plate above the plastic door.

"Here we are." The guard said as he opened the plastic door. I walked inside and sat down on the bed against the wall.

"We will come get you in the morning, see you then." He said, locking the door and walking away. I was by myself once again. I laid down on the bed and thought to myself about what Lena said, "Everything will be okay."

"I hope you are right." I thought to myself, dozing off because of the long day.

Chapter Notes

So, this was a pretty boring chapter, I was just trying to build character relationships between Red and Tracer but I promise the upcoming chapters will be action packed. The reason this chapter took so long is because I sprained my wrist playing baseball because I am an idiot and it was a little hard to type so please bare with me until it feels better and please leave a comment and vote because I really like talking to you guys. See ya later. :)