Chapter One

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Okay I know this is a very unpopular ship. But I for one would like to say that I quite enjoy the concept of Jamison and Hana being together. I have not found any works for this ship or very much fan art so I decided that I would give it a shot myself.
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The light from the awakening sun danced through the draped blinds forced Hana out of her deepened slumber. Her eyes crinkled as her room began to brighten the light was blinding even though her eyes were shut. She thought to herself that she shouldn't have kicked the blanket off of her bed because it was too fucking hot. In a futile attempt to go back to sleep Hana stuffed her face into Poofle, a cream coloured rabbit that she had won from a whack a mole game when she was three. As her room got ever brighter she knew that sleep would be inevitable. Raising her head from Poofle and opening her eyes as fast as she did was a grave mistake. Her eyes blurred and the massive amounts of information that seemed load her mind caused her to groan so loud that Zarya who was two rooms away to call out and ask if she was okay. Not really wanting to answer Hana sat up on her bed and looked to her purple alarm clock that sat on her drawer. 07:45 it read... three hours of sleep was not nearly enough. Note to self, don't attempt to finish all Pokémon games in one sitting. With her mental note deeply imbedded in her head she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and arched her back in a certain way to allow for her spin and shoulders to crack sending a small moment of relief to her tired body.

Hana sluggishly paced herself to her bathroom to at least try and make it appear to the other members of the recall that she hadn't overdosed on any elicited drugs. Hana made her way to the mirror to determine how long she would need to take to at least look somewhat presentable. Fuck... I look like I have taken bath salts. Her praline hair stuck out seemingly sporadic, her eyes were a dark black and her face was as pale as a widow at her husband's funeral. Not wanting to look at her reflection for long Hana turned her faucet fully to the left allowing for the sink to fill with chilled water. The sound of the water running through the tap and it crashing into the basin had always seemed slightly calming to Hana with her having little idea to why it was. Placing her hands under the still running water she splashed the water on her face sending a burning shiver down her back to her feet. The chilled water had seemed to to its trick she no longer looked like she wanted to eat the flesh of some poor victim.

There were three billowing knocks on Hana's door that rattled through her dorms room. "Oi luv, betta get ready. We 're havin' company soon. Winston wants ya down in his breifin' room by ten." Before the final words seemingly registered with Hana she heard the same billowing knocks on the dorms door of Zarya. Damn she is fast.

Hana looked at herself in the mirror once again rummaging her hands through the knots in her hair. Should be able to make myself at least presentable by then thankfully.

Hana managed to get herself to the briefing room just before the indented time for the meeting. She was technically on time but as she swung the oak doors inward she saw that the only seat that was left was next to Mei and Zarya to the right side of everyone else. Behind them stood Pops billowing over the top of the two. Lena and Winston stood at the front whispering to each other presumably about the briefing. McCree and Hanzo sat next to each other in the back left corner with Hanzo forcing McCree's hat over his face. Angela and Pharah sat on the opposite of the room both bearing a small smile presumably excited that the team is slowly building in size. Symmetra and Torbjörn sat middle front of the room with Symmetra having her hair brushed over one of her ears to make it easier for her to make notes on what she deemed important. After Lena and Winston finished their conversation Winston stood forward and lent forwards placing his hands onto the desk softly. It was a subtle and a very quiet movement but it was enough to draw in the attention of everyone in the room.

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