Overwatch: The Alternate Future

Chapter 1 : Winston

Watch Point: Gibraltar

Winston hanged on the railing, observing the familiar stranger entering his office. The man did not seems to notice Winston's presence. That was odd considering Winston was a gorilla in a white armor.

The man switched Athena on and that was enough for Winston. Athena held Overwatch's top secrets and critical information. Winston would guard them with his life.

He burst into his Primal Rage and jumped down, surprising the intruder. For the first time Winston saw the stranger's face. A face he did not expect. Convinced it was some kind of clone, Winston roared at the fake Jack and began swinging his arm at the imposter.

The Jack rolled away from hits and pleaded Winston to stop. A hand finally hit the Jack, sending him crashing onto a filing cabint. Winston reached out for his trusty Tesla Cannon and hopped his way towards the imposter.

The copycat was not armed. A quick jolt from Winston's cannon would be enough to kill the man.

"Winston – wait! I'm from the past!" the Jack called.

Winston paused for a moment. Recalling any possibilities.

"I came here to find Tracer," Jack explained. His hand on his rib. "I went after her in the Slipstream and was bounced here. You were there. Remember?"

Winston did remembered. Years and years ago before all "this" happened, Jack had hastily climbed onto their second Slipstream in hopes to rescue Tracer. No one really knows what happened to Jack during the adventure. When Jack came back into the present, Jack was different and refused to discuss what he went through. Something about preserving the future. Maybe he did went into the future.

Winston grabbed Jack's head and slammed it onto a scanner.

"Facial profiling," Athena's cool feminine voice echoed. "Facial recognition read Commander Jack Morrison. Mr Morrison, welcome back."

"Oh my," Winston said. He had missed Overwatch since their disbandment and here, standing before him was his old commander – looking as good as he did before. Instinct took over as tears flooded his eyes and his arm reached out for a tight hug.

"Winston. Winston." Jack pushed him off.

"Sorry. I, uh, appear to have lost control."

"What is going on? Where is everyone?"

"Uhh. That is not important. In fact, I am not supposed to tell you anything." Winston wiped his tears away and collected his thoughts together. "Time travelling can be a very tricky thing. Anything I say to you will affect this future. If you came to find the old Tracer then that must mean she came here. Give me a moment. Sorry it's such a mess in here. I – I wasn't expecting company."

Winston cleared some of the papers away and left Jack for a moment to gather some drinks. Even though Jack used to stay here, Winston felt like he should serve his guest.

"What's this?" Jack clicked into to the Overwatch Agent's Current Status page.

Panicked, Winston clambered on top of the keyboard, attempted to shut this thing off but it was too late. List of names had popped out and Jack turned pale. Names after names. Sano Tadashi. Valentino Moralis. Ana Amari. Sandeep Kumar. Green Matius. Gerard Lacroix. Lily Hammerton. And even Jack Morrison. All classified as dead.

While Winston attempted to shut the system, Jack backed into a table. A table filled with news on Overwatch.

"What is this?" Jack asked exasperatedly with one of the newspaper clutched in his hand. "Winston, what is this? What happened to Overwatch?"