Overwatch Fanfiction: The Love We Feel 💕COMPLETED💕

Chapter 63: The Thinker

Meanwhile, Mercy was mumbling to herself when Pharah entered the infirmary. "Pharah! We need your rocket launcher!" Mercy said suddenly.

"I-I don't have it. I sold it to Cle-" Pharah stopped herself from saying one of the forbidden names. "I needed money to pay for our Dairy Queen lunch."

Mercy pinched the bridge of her nose. "Alright... maybe if we station Torbjörn's turret somewhere..."

"You never explained why you're so scared of your dad." Pharah sat herself down on one of the hospital beds. "It can't be as bad as my issues with my mom, can it?" she joked

"You don't understand. Forgiveness wants nothing but a potg." Mercy refused to call him daddy.

"What's so bad about that?"

"Theis strategy wants to use..." Mercy's expression grew dark as she explained his plan. She then explained that her and her sisters weren't even natural humans. They were created by their father without the help of a mother. Forgiveness is both the original support and a living health pack.

Pharah was trying to wrap her head around some of the things Mercy had said. The only thing she could think of was "Wait, how does that work." She said as much out loud.

"I'm not exactly sure. I've never been curious enough to find out. I know we are all humans, at least physically, albeit with some healing magic," Mercy said without really paying attention.

"Oh, I see." Pharah finally let the reality of Forgiveness' plan sink into her.

"Who knows what they're planning." Mercy held her head in her hands. "I can't even fathom how they're going to achieve the first part."

They both went silent as they tried to think of ways to protect themselves. Mercy's eyes were glazed over with intense thought and her face was painted with worry. Pharah wondered why Mercy was so stressed at this when she could handle babysitting 5 grown adults crying during battles.

Pharah found herself staring. She felt like she was looking at a piece of art. Not because Mercy was the most beautiful woman she had ever seen {and she was} but because Mercy was standing perfectly still. She looked like The Thinker but not sitting. Mercy's arms were crossed and one hand was holding her chin up as she stared at nothing.

Suddenly, Mercy's body jolted to life and her worried expression became even more worried. "McCree! He hasn't died since my sisters showed up!"

"What do you mean?" Mercy's outburst startled Pharah.

"One of them can control it!" Mercy laughed "It sounds ridiculous but how else would they have known about him?"

"How would they know about everyone else in Overwatch? You locked them away before you became a member." Pharah asked.

Mercy rolled her eyes, "I'm not a complete animal, I left them in there with internet. Albeit dial up internet. I'm sure it would have taken almost the entire time they were down there to log on to American Online."

"Oh," Pharah replied.

Mercy moved on, "Now we just have to figure out who's controlling the SDS in McCree before they're plan is enacted."

Suddenly there was the pleasant sound of the Overwatch doorbell. It sounded like the Overwatch theme but fluteified.

Rein called into the infirmary, "Hey Mercy there's a tall black man wearing your clothes that would like to have a word with you!"

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