(#Wattys2018) Time Out! [Tracer x Male Reader]

Part 9

   As you finish up your meal and begin to head home, your mind began to ponder over other things. Not just Lena or Neuron anymore. Seeing Lena's perspective really began to shed some light; can the Omnics really be trusted? You immediately shuddered at that very question.

   "Of course they can be trusted... They've been nothing but kind to me. To Hell with everyone who thinks different."  You thought to yourself as you make your way through the lobby.

   You weren't even sure you could trust this woman. After all, you've only known just shy of an hour. The thoughts immediately left your mind when you were unexpectedly greeted by Neuron and some of his comrades, sipping tea and discussing some off-topic, unfamiliar matters. 

   "I do believe that with harsh forces, our army can once again rise above the- Oh! Y/N! Greetings, my boy." The Omnic exclaimed, turning his head to face you. "We were just talking about you. We were thinking: Why don't you go out and make some friends? You'll be here for quite a while; might as well make the most of it."

   He then paused, scanning you up and down. "Something is stressing you.. What's on your mind?" He asked himself. Neuron always had a sort of gift. He was able to understand how someone felt without even needing to be told. "Hmm.. A female occupies your thoughts." He knelt down to you with a low voice. "Don't get toodistracted from your mission." He stood back up and snapped his fingers, making his way to the door. "Come, my brethren. Let us leave the boy alone."

   The rest of his crew did as he asked, following closely before closing the door behind them. You sigh and flop down onto your bed. That woman won't get out of your head! As you poured yourself a glass of water, you decided maybe it was best to sleep on it and see what happens.

   The whole "sleep on it" tactic did not go as planned whatsoever. Tossing and turning, you still couldn't shake the memory of her out of your head. You stood up, threw on some pants and your hoodie, and made your way out the door. It was after dark, which meant it was a lot more quiet. Almost peaceful in a sense. You look around at all the scenery. No crowds, no pushing, no hustle, nothing. Just sheer emptiness, with the exception of a few late-night walkers such as yourself. You were too busy observing your surroundings that you didn't even realize you had stumbled into a park. 

   Taking a seat in a nearby bench, you look around once again. There were, at most, 20 people. Most of them were couples snuggling up with each other. You glared for a moment, remembering what Neuron had told you once when you saw a couple do this, years ago.

   "Why would someone waste their time with another? They have their own life to live, and their own path to follow. It is, indeed, a shame that people use their time in such poor ways."

   You couldn't agree more. You noticed that almost all of the park-goers were looking up at the sky. Averting your eyes in the same direction, it was made clear. Up until this very moment, you never understood what the big deal about the sky was. Sure, it had neat colors, but to you, it was never something to go ga-ga over. At least, until just now. This was a sight to die for. The luminescent stars blended in perfectly with the crisp elegance of the otherwise pitch black blanket that had befallen the folk of London. Just above the trees, the round, beautiful moon was smiling down at its people, giving a bright, clear cloak of light to those under its wing. Absolutely stunning. You scolded yourself for a moment, wondering why you didn't take this in before now. You, being the only one on your bench, leaned back, and even though the cold metal was only shielded by the fabric of your hoodie, you felt as if you could watch the sky for hours, and that you did. Staring at the endless night sky, having been interrupted only by your drowsy eyelids slowly drooping down over your eyes. Completely forgotten about Ms. Oxton, you drudged back to your hotel room. You weren't even sure how or why you knew the way back, but at that point, you were too tired to care.

   You flopped back onto your bed, not even managing to undress into more comfortable sleepwear, immediately out cold by the time your head hit the pillow, not even having a single glimpse of any dreams. It felt as if the moment you drifted off was the moment you woke up, refreshed and ready for the next day.