Overwatch Fanfiction: The Love We Feel 💕COMPLETED💕

Chapter 32: No Trace of Tracer

Emily checked everyone's room in search of Tracer. After she ran off from Hanzo she was nowhere to be found and it made Emily worry for her. Tracer hadn't been this emotionally wrecked since that time when she was almost killed by that big fist guy.

Emily finally checked the kitchen. Maybe Tracer was stuffing her face with some of Torbjörn's homemade crumpets. But she wasn't. Torbjörn was in the kitchen cooking something for dinner and Bastion was sitting in the corner watching Torb work.

"Have you guys seen Tracer?" Emily asked. "She ran off and now I can't find her."

"Ï cöüldn't hävë sëën hër." Torbjörn said, "Ï'm töö büsÿ mäkïng ä chïckën öut öf ä fëäthër." He threw a single feather into a pot of Walmart brand Great Value chicken broth and began to stir.

"Beep beep beep?" (Translation: Do you need help?) Bastion asked.

"That would be great." Emily smiled. "I'm a little worried."

Bastion jumped down from the counter where he was sitting. His body made the worst clanking noise you could ever imagine. He waved goodbye to Torbjörn and left the kitchen with Emily.

Emily listed off all the places she already checked as they walked down the hall. "And we can't go in Winston's science lab." Emily pointed to a heavily locked door with police tape and edgy teen keep out signs on it. "So she's obviously not in there."

"Zwee?" (Translation: Did you check outside?") Bastion asked.

"Oh, no I didn't." Emily walked faster in the direction of the front door of the Watchpoint.

Pharah and Mercy were just heading out as Emily and Bastion reached the door. "Have you seen Tracer?" Emily asked.

"No, sorry." Mercy replied. "I'll keep a look out for her, if you'd like."

"We were just going to Dairy Queen." Pharah said. "She likes the Soft Pretzel Sticks there."

"We'll call you if we see her." Mercy said as they both walked outside and they flew to Dairy Queen.

Emily and Bastion both went outside and decided to call for Tracer like she was a dog because she was cute like a dog so, why not? After 12 minutes of nonstop calling for Tracer, they gave up and went inside.

"She never leaves without telling me something." Emily plopped down on a couch in the Overwatch sitting room. "Even when it's an emergency she sends me a text." she looked at her phone.

"Beep beep boop boop." (Translation: Your WiFi is off.) Bastion pointed to the corner of Emily's phone.

Emily turned it on and swiped away all her YouTube, Instagram, and Tumblr notifications. She waited waited for a minute but there were still no messages so she decided to send one first.

um where are you bab? (・・。)ゞ

One minute. Two minutes. Three minutes. Four minutes. Five minutes. Six minutes. Seven minutes. Eight minutes. Nine minutes. Ten minutes. Emily threw her phone aside in frustration. "I'm sure she's fine." She sighed.

"Boop beep boop bee beep?" (Translation: Why did she run off?) Bastion asked.

Emily sighed again and explained the 15 second long story of how Tracer told McCree a depressing joke that made him cry and Hanzo was mad so Tracer ran off somewhere to get away from the wrath of the homosexual Japanese man with dragons.

"Thanks for helping me find her though." Emily finished. "I thought you'd be like super jealous of her or something."

Bastion made a weird robotical nervous laugh. "Beeeee..." (Translation: Sorry...) Bastion beeped bashfully.

"No, don't be sorry." Emily laughed tenderly. Good golly she was cute. "You can like what you like. But for now, let's just be friends."

Bastion felt his heart machine box stop for a second. It made a loud scraping noise in his chest part. He needs to get it oiled or something. Bastion nodded his head in agreement to Emily and they both went to the Overwatch movie room and watched Phineas and Ferb for a while.