Lovely, dear. [Gency]

No.

Months.

Nights with staying up. Angela had bought her own journal, to record progress. But, one night she just has to get something off her chest.

Dear Journal..
Me again. Yes, I've been working. As you can..tell. I just never realized how lonely I was until Genji had left blackwatch. But, now more than ever I feel lonely. Even if Genji is.. here, he isn't really. I'm in love with the fool, and it took him to possibly die for me to realize it. How much of a fool am I? He's always been there for me. I thought of him as a friend. Until now. I will always memorize the feeling I get from staring into eyes. I regret so much. That's it for now, Genji's robotics will be working tomorrow. Not his sensory exactly, just for him to move around. Wish me luck. I'll need it.
     -Angela

Angela closed the journal and looked up, staring at Genji's body yet again. She sighed deeply, leaning back into the chair. "Tomorrow. Tomorrow's the big day, Genji. Good..night, my love." Angela put a hand on his back, and walked out, turning off the light and headed to bed.

The next morning, Angela walked into the kitchen to find Ana and Reinhardt whispering to each other worriedly. Reinhardt looked over and cleared his throat. "Morning, Angela. How was your sleep?" He asked in his gruff voice.

"It was peaceful." Angela responded, only half awake. She started to make a cup of coffee. Ana nudged Reinhardt, who sighed heavily. "We have a visitor." He said. Angela looked over her shoulder. "And why does it concern me?"

"It doesn't. It concerns Genji."

Angela's eyes widened. "Where?"

"Front gate."

Angela immediately put down her cup of coffee, and ran out the front door, still in her pajamas. As she ran towards the walls and front gate she could hear yelling.

"I demand access! I have every right! You are lucky I don't strike you down now!" A voice hissed. "Listen here, bub, you don't got no I.D and no permission. I don't think so." That was McCree.

Angela ran on the gravel road in bear feet, narrowing her eyes. She slowed down, gasping. About three yards away from the two, she recognized the stranger. He glanced at her but returned his attention to McCree. Angela balled up her hands into fists, she walked over to them.

"Leave. Now." Angela hissed at him, McCree had to hold her back. "I mean, Yeah. Mister, yer gonna have to leave before I dispense some justice on yer ass." McCree spat. He then leaned towards the doctors ear, "you know this fella?"

Angela nodded. "He almost killed Genji. This is his brother!" Angela pointed at him. McCrees eyes widened. He roared in fury as he turned towards Hanzo. "NOW YOUVE FUCKIN' GUAR-UN-TEED SOME FORM OF DISPENSING!" McCree hollered. Angela let him go. "Jesse! Stop!" Jack yelled, jogging over to them.

McCree pretended to not hear him, raising his fist. Before giving a blow, Hanzo caught his first, narrowing his eyes. "Try me, cowman."

McCrees eyes widened, intimidated and impressed. Jack shoved McCree to the side and away from Hanzo. "What is going on here?" He snapped.

"That murderous bastard is trying to get in!" McCree yelled. Jack looked at Hanzo. "The hell did he do?" He said, turning to McCree. "He almost killed Genji!"

Hanzo rolled his eyes, and walked quickly towards the building. Angela hurriedly tapped on Jacks shoulder, who ignored her, arguing with McCree. "Jack." The commander continued to yell. "Jack."

Angela huffed, and went after him herself. "Hey! You can't go In there!" She called after him. He looked over his shoulder for a moment. "I believe I can." He replied, continuing to walk. Angela growled and grabbed his arm, "why the fuck are you here?" She spat with hatred, her voice traced with venom.

Hanzo stared at her. "To See my dead brother."

Angela slapped him.

"He is NOT DEAD!" She shrieked, shaking violently. Hanzo only furrowed his eyebrows. "By that reaction, id say he is." He huffed. He shoved his arm away from her, storming inside.

Angela was stunned for a moment before shaking her head and hurriedly walking after him. He was gone.

Angela panicked, rushing forwards she searched the building, looking left and right for the killer. The patter of her feet echoed through the halls.

She could hear groaning from the halls. Angela gasped. That must be him. She quickly followed the sound, stopping to listen every once in a while. She tried her best to stay silent, light on her feet, straining her ears to hear as best she could.

Angela stopped at a corner and leaned against a wall. Fear grasped her heart, a sudden wave of regret and emotion washed over her. She didn't know why, the doctor was unable to fight it, tears streamed at the rim of her eyes. She slid down to the floor, hugging her knees and hiding her head as she cried softly. She was afraid, not only for herself, but for Genji. What if Hanzo was right? What if there was no chance to save him?

Suddenly, something warm wrapped around her stomach, and something cold touched her hip. Angela froze. Something leaned on her head, shushing her quietly.

Angela slowly lifted her head, shaking. What she saw—she would never, ever forget