Lost Without Her - WidowTracer

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A/N: S/O to@Midn1ghtX for giving me the inspiration to write this, go check out their WidowTracer fanfiction

Widowmaker POV

They could only wipe so much. Fragments, faces, little pieces of memories would appear at times. Oddly enough, most involved my current target, the ever so famous Tracer. It should have been an easy kill, a pest long due to be off my back. But I couldn't pull the trigger. Ever since our encounter at Tekhartha Mondatta's speech I couldn't get the Brit out of my head. I could feel something when I looked at her, it was a new feeling, but a good one nonetheless. 

Through my snipers scope I watched her dance around her apartment, moving with grace to a song. The way she moved her body, the way she laughed at her own behavior, the way her features were lit up by the burning sun, everything she did made me want to barge into her apartment and tell her how I felt.

I could never tell her. There was no way she returned my feelings, she was my enemy, and I was hers. But I couldn't help but hope, hope that she felt the same. Merde, I felt like teenager in love.

My thoughts were cut off by my comms, "Widow," Reaper began, "Is the target eliminated?"

"Non, she is not here." I lied, betraying Talon could be my last mistake, but I could never kill the Overwatch agent. 

"Dammit, they must have already recalled. A ship will pick you up tomorrow, stay at the Kings Row safehouse for now."

She's safe, but for how long?

Tracer POV

Excited, I put my belongings in my bags. It was finally happening, Overwatch was recalling. While finishing packing I threw on some old music and danced around as I prepared to be shipped off to Watchpoint Gibraltar.

Finished packing, I turned off the music and got ready for bed. After turning the lights off, I laid down and fell into a deep slumber.

I had to find her. My chronal accelerator's lights dimmed, not able to blink I ran as fast as possible.

Fire and debris surrounded me, blocking doors in the corridor. One door busted open suddenly, a Talon trooper aiming his weapon at me. I quickly shot him with my pulse pistols, still running. 

I was almost there, the door was at the end of the hallway. I had to save her.

I carelessly burst the door open and shot the guards. There she was.

The woman I loved was strapped to a chair, cut and hurt in almost every way possible. She sat limp in the chair.

I ran up to her, hoping she was still with me.

"Amélie!"

"L-Lena?"

"Yes! It's me love!"

"L-listen, I n-need to tell you something."

"Shh, don't talk. I have something to say. Ames, these last few weeks without you have been- terrible. I know you're married, but I've been lost without you. I think I lo-"

She cut me off with a sudden kiss, I leaned into it. She pulled back, looking into my eyes she spoke, "I-I feel the same way, we'll find a way, lets just get out of here."

We'll find a way.