"Alive" ( WidowTracer Fanfic )

Amélie

Lena Oxton walked through the halls of the Overwatch building, scanning the people walking by. There was one person she was looking for in particular: Amélie Lacroix. She had not seen her all day, and as she continued to search, her grip and frustration tightened in her hands, and she squeezed the bouquet of flowers she held behind her back. Maybe she's just not here today... Lena thought. She had anticipated this day for the past three months, and Amélie had been here before almost every day... so where was she? As she turned at last another corner, defeat started to settle in her heart.
"Bonjour, Lena!" a familiar French voice called. Lena's head whipped up and she spun around to see Amélie standing right behind her. "H-Hey Amélie..." Lena said nervously as she smiled. She observed the woman for a moment. She had her long, dark hair down today, with a pretty white blouse decorated with little black Eiffel towers all over. She wore skin tight, black pants that defined her long, thin legs perfectly with black, strapped heels to top it off. And slung over her forearm was the standard Overwatch brand jacket given to every member that worked there. The two stared at each other for a few moments longer before Amélie broke the silence.
"Lena?" she asked, tilting her head. She shook herself from the daze she was in. Wowzer, was she gay! "Heh, sorry love. It's just... well, you look lovely today!" Lena apologized. Amélie giggled in response. Lena quickly remembered the bouquet she had behind her back. "Oh! I brought you these!" she said, presenting the lovely pink roses. Amélie's favorite... "Happy Birthday, love." The French girl blushed at the gesture and smiled. "Chérie, you're too kind!" she replied, taking the flowers into her hands. Lena smiled. "Not at all!" It was her twenty-sixth birthday today, and Lena had wanted to give her something nicer, but was afraid of being too straight forward. After all, as far as she was concerned, Amélie was straight... and married.
A tall man with dark hair and a thin mustache, wearing the signature Overwatch planning director jacket and grey dress pants, approached the two women. Gerard Lacroix. Overwatch's head battle strategist... and Amélie's husband. "Good morning, Miss Oxton." he greeted her. He held a mug of coffee and handed it to his wife while kissing her on cheek. "Gerard, mon chéri! We are at work!" she said, blushing. Amélie was still learning English. She spoke very fluently for the most part, but bits of French often came out mid-sentence, and she still had her thick accent. "Good morning, Mr. Lacroix." Lena said. He  chuckled. "Please Lena, call me Gerard." Lena felt a little unsure about calling him such, but she went with it anyway.
"So are you doing anything special for your birthday?" Lena asked. "Well, Gerard is taking me to a very nice restaurant for dinner, and then a movie." Amélie said with delight. She brushed a stand of long, dark hair behind her ear. Lena beamed. "That sounds brilliant, I-" Suddenly the intercom came on, and Athena's voice reigned over the building and through the halls: "Tracer to training field, Tracer to trailing field." Just as quickly as it was on, it came off.
"Well that's my cue. Have fun at dinner tonight!" Lena said. Amélie shifted her bouquet to one arm to wave goodbye. "Thank you chérie!" she replied.
As soon as she turned her back, Lena's face dropped into a frown. She really wished she could have done something nicer. She wished she was the one taking Amélie out to dinner. She wished she was the one to kiss her on the cheek. Although she would never admit it to anyone else but herself... Lena Oxton had feelings for the French girl. She had them ever since Amélie started coming to Overwatch. The first time she looked at her, her heart skipped a beat. But, there was no use crying about it, because she was married, and Lena had no chance whatsoever. She turned and looked back at the couple holding hands one last time before turning the corner. Sometimes... she really wished things were different...