Remembrance (Overwatch: Reaper x Reader)

Chapter 14: His Captives

     3rd POV

The soldier lay in his bed, shrouded by blankets as he slept peacefully. It was dark, and ominously quiet. The window curtains blew to the side as harsh wind threw the panels open. The moonlight poured into the room, creeping across the floor and onto the foot of the bed.

Jack stirred, his shoulders shaking slightly. Sweat dripped down his forehead and neck, matting the shorts strands of his silver hair. His baby blue eyes slowly opened, vision blurred by sleep. He reached up to wipe the crust from his eyelashes. He was sore, and a cold chill would take over every few minutes.

He threw his legs over the edge of his bed, slowly standing up to stretch his arms over his head. He slowly walked over to the window, adjusting the curtains and closing it entirely. He hummed with satisfaction as he closed the latch with a quiet 'click'.  Another sleepless night.

This wasn't odd for the old veteran. He had gotten used to not sleeping, he had accepted his insomnia. Especially considering his PTSD manifested itself into horrid, vivid, nightmares. He was happy with what he had.

     "Jack?" A soft, angelic voice called the soldier's name.

     "Angela," he croaked, a small smile twitching at the corners of his mouth. "What are you doing up so late?"

     "Lena wanted, to speak..." The doctor moved aside to reveal the small Brit at her side.

Her eyes seemed cold, and hardened. "Ah, Lena, what seems to be the problem?" Jack turned around, his eyes faded with exhaustion. 

     "Let me speak, old man." Tracer hissed, folding her arms with a sour pout.

     "Excuse me?" Jack's eyebrows shot up, "Lena, you know not to--?"

     "First things first,  it's time to say what's been inside my head." Lena walked up to him, stomping her foot.  "My friends were my world, not something you can just take away from me...!"

     "Lena--!" Jack stepped back, "Look, I'm sorry but--."

     "Second thing's second,  I only tried to live up to your expectations." Angela stood beside Lena, a hurt expression draped across her face. "You took me in, entered me into the medical program. But clearly I wasn't enough for your foundations."  

Jack stepped back, "Ange, Lena, I don't know what's gotten into you but..." He hesitated, "Please, I-I just need some sleep. And so do you."

     "Oh, I don't think so." 

Jack looked behind him, eyes quivering. (Y/N) stood at the far side of the room, eyes narrowed and arms folded. She looked absolutely pissed.

     "It's my turn, Morrison." She hissed, malice laced in her usually calm voice, "I wish I could speak to my love above, but that's impossible." Jack stepped back, almost bumping into Angela and Lena, "It's all you're fault. I'm always going to be alone now, trapped inside with my own thoughts. Because of you!"

Jack looked like he was about to cry, his stern demeanor drained from him in an instant. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean--I didn't know you felt that way..."

     " You teared us down and we became you're captives," Lena spat. "You kept us here like slaves! You cold, heartless, monster!" 

The time jumping Brit had been the first to break, streaks of tears slowly escaping her eyes. She looked absolutely broken, only to calm down when Angela wrapped her arms around her.

     "Lena, I'm sorry--!"

     "We're not the only ones you should be apologizing to, Jack." (Y/N) blinked away tears, "He deserves an apology too."

     "He--?" Jack's eyes widened.

Stricken with fear, he stepped back. Gabriel, no a demon, walked out from the shadows. "I...no, you're dead."

     "Am I?" Gabriel sneered, "Don't lie to yourself."

     "Gabe, I didn't--Please, you have to listen--!"

     "Last things last; What exactly made me lose my trust in you." Gabriel grabbed Jack's shirt, pulling him closer so that the smoke that emitted from his breath hit Jack's face.  "You banished me, even when I cried out. Not once did you listen to my plea."

The wraith growled, yanking his hand away. "I was abandoned. Was I really that worthless to you?"

Jack grabbed his throat, inhaling sharply as a single breath was forced out of his lung. It felt like he was suffocating, like the entire room was closing in on him. Tears had begun to stain his pale face.

     "Please, I didn't mean to hurt any of you!" He looked up, falling onto his knees, "(Y/N), I'm sorry I took him from you! Lena, your friends, I didn't mean to cause Overwatch to disband!"

He looked towards Angela, "No, you're wrong. I was proud to have you as our lead doctor. You did just fine!" He choked, shaking his head, "Reyes, I didn't mean to hurt you...you left me no choice!"

     "It's all about you, isn't it?" (Y/N) shook her head, "You always were a sorry excuse for a Commander."

What the hell was going on? Why were they doing this to him? Jack coughed again, though this time he noticed a few droplets of blood on the palm of his hand. 

     "I'm sorry," he rasped.

     "Bullsh-t" Gabriel snarled, "Stupid boy scout, get over yourself."

The former Blackwatch Commander raised his foot, moonlight glinting off of his combat boot. Jack clenched his eyes shut, bracing himself for an impact. But it never came. He woke with a start, a dry and soundless scream leaving his throat. 

His fingers searched for the sheets, grasping them tightly until his knuckles turned white. The clock read one o'clock in the morning. He looked around hastily, but the apparitions that tormented him were gone. It was just a dream, like any other nightmare before.

But this time something felt different. Jack shuddered, throwing his hand up over his mouth. His stomach churned as nausea set in. He coughed, shaking violently as he bent over the edge of the bed and threw up.