Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Jack Morrison- Apartment (a)

The door to your studio apartment swung open and closed gently behind you, you wiped the sweat off of your forehead with the towel that stayed in your gym bag and slung your keys onto the kitchen counter, only to see a shadow wander in-front of you in the dimly lit room. Your hands darted to your keys, it was where you kept the tazer that Fareeha gifted you for this exact kind of situation.

"Woah Y/N, it's only me." A familiar voice called out from the dark.

"Jack...? What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?" Your hand reached for the light switch, eventually finding it, and flicking it on. The lightbulb had always caused a slight hum to radiate through the kitchen.

"Well... this is the only way I could get you alone." With a groan he lowered himself into a chair and sipped from a cup of coffee he helped himself to.

"How did you even get in here?" He took a deep sip of the coffee and set it on a small table that sat next to the chair, the aroma of the dark drink filled the room.

"Doesn't matter how I got in here, even if it did involve that spare key that you kept behind the big plant pot outside." In his low, rumbly tone he chuckled to himself, you felt yourself turn slightly red and just managed to catch the key that he gently tossed across the room to you.

"What do you even want Jack, I'm tired and besides, I've got paperwork to do so if you could just... you know..." You gestured towards the door.

"That's kinda why I'm here Y/N, all this paperwork and bringing stuff home from HQ, it isn't good for you, you know?" He took another sip of coffee and held the cup in his hands like a concerned mother.

"Right Jack, because the magic paperwork fairies are going to do it for me? Someone has to deal with the damage you guys do saving the world from Talon. Nobody sees the background, the countless letters of apology to mayors, the..." You searched through the bag and pulled out a large tome-like book and threw it at him, the pages filled to the brim with writing.

"What's this?" He flicked through the crisp pages.

"Lawyers, attorneys... all of the people I have to deal with from Afghanistan to Zimbabwe, if it wasn't for me, politicians would have chewed your ass up by now."

"I had no idea..."

"No... no you didn't."

"But still, look at you..." You caught a reflection of yourself in the mirror, dark circles surrounded your eyes and your eyes sat sunken in your head.

"All of this work, you're gonna end up killing yourself. We'll hire someone else... a team if it means you are looking after your health."

"Yeah... because Overwatch wasn't under enough budget stress, the UN has already backed out of financial backing."

"Don't worry about that, we've noticed things Y/N."

"Like what Jack?"

"Look at your hands..." You gazed down at your palms, dark red lines scored the underside of your hand. "You spend all of your time either at the gym and I have seen you their Y/N... that bag can't take much more hittin' and neither can your hands."

"I'll be fine Jack, you do your job and I will do mine." He shot up from the seat and marched towards you.

"I have a team behind me Y/N, you have yourself, stop being a stubborn asshole and just take a break."

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Written by Aaron.