Redemption From Resemblance (McHanzo)

To Catch A Train

A/N: I'll probably not do many author's notes for this book, just the occasional one when I want to explain something. Enjoy!

They barely to manage make it into town before everything closes for the night, including hotels and inns that might still have a room available. It's just a little after eleven at night, and they manage to find a motel cheap enough to not take all the cash they currently have. It was definitely something trying to get the room since both were carrying weapons and one was a wanted man, but the lady at the desk didn't say anything. Might be because Hanzo waited outside and was holding onto McCree's gun, so there wasn't a reason for her to freak out. He's pretty sure she still suspected something was up though. They managed to procure one room with two queen beds and working utilities, something McCree thinks is a bonus to some of the places he had to stay at when he was younger. Hanzo is also grateful for the working shower, feeling like there's two layers of dirt and sweat covering his entire body, and would like nothing more than to wash it all off. There's just the problem of no extra clothes and the motel having no washer and dryer.

To think, teleporters and talking apes from the moon now existed, but some places still refused to buy even the most basic of appliances to give a reason for customers to come back.

Hanzo wants to laugh.

"Least this place has some robes. Otherwise we'd be usin' towels ta cover up instead." McCree walked out of the bathroom with a couple of bathrobes, just as white and thick as the towels. Now all they were lacking was some decent shampoo and a way to clean their teeth. Hanzo supposed it was better than nothing, so he took one of the robes and went into the bathroom first, not sparing McCree a glance. The cowboy chuckled at the cold shoulder he received, and went to turn on the television while he waited. He just hoped Hanzo wasn't the type to use up all of the hot water.

Hanzo, on the other hand, was practically stewing with anger. Not only was he alone with one of the most annoying men he has ever met, but his legs were also screaming at him. He's had his prosthetics on for far too long, and the hike through the woods for five hours sure didn't help. Hanzo would normally be fine, but that's always because he took breaks even as enemies came after him. Such a long walk with no time to stop and relieve his legs, he's definitely feeling the aftereffects. His muscles felt tight and sore, pulsing in pain as he kept on the metal attachments. Hanzo is surprised he's still standing at all, wondering if he should take them off and sit in the tub for a bit. But the thought that McCree would try and check up on him if he took too long crossed his mind, so he quickly thought against it. He would bathe with the bar of soap provided, then give the man in the other room a chance to shower if he wanted to. God, did Hanzo hope McCree would want to bathe. Not only would the smell improve, but it would give Hanzo a bit of time to remove his legs without an audience.

His hopes were thankfully answered as he exited and McCree got up to take his turn. The door closed, the water turned on, and Hanzo waited a couple of seconds before going for the seal on his legs. The press of a button, followed by a small twist and they were off, Hanzo exhaling in relief as the pain started to subside. He got to work massaging the muscles and kneading the pain from his thighs before McCree was done with his shower. The last thing he wanted was for the other man to see Hanzo's pathetic state, calves and feet missing, long gone and replaced by those damn metal fakes that required too much time and resources to look after and fix. It wasn't because he thought McCree would laugh at and ridicule Hanzo if he saw, the embarrassment and shame was just too much for the assassin that he wouldn't be able to handle the fact someone had seen him looking so broken (because he is, broken beyond repair that isn't limited to the loss of the only parts that would allow mobility, he's a monster who would sooner kill family rather then think things through).