A Generic Overwatch Fanfic

Meeting The House Guests

Of all the cases I have taken, this was the first one where the guests were dropped off directly to my home. Something about new security measures or what have you. The two looked comically out of place in my home but that's to be expected. They weren't from around here after all. My house was also larger than they were probably used to. I could tell it from the shorter ones face. The taller of the two was a bit harder to read though.

"Hello, welcome to my home. My names _ and you'll be living with me until I release you. I'm your case worker." I inform the two as I always do when first meeting guests. I do my best to make my smile friendly. To do my job well I have to gain their trust after all.

"Uh, Ello. I'm Jamison and this is Mako. He don't talk much. This is a... really big place." The shorter of the two men observes as he looks around the entrance room. My home was basically a small mansion, I have to admit. Many rooms and many floors. Plus a few extra attachments. I inherited it from my grandmother after she died.  I was the sole survivor of my family. At first I wanted to decline but how could I in this economy? Plus all the memories that I had made here. Couldn't let it slip away from me.

"I like my house roomy in case the relatives stop by. Cant get enough space from the folks." I joke with him a bit, smiling at him. Some may say my humor is a bit dark. At least once they get to know me. When he meets my eye he smiles back. His teeth seem pretty sharp. For lack of better words, they also seemed to need some maintenance.

"Is it just you 'ere? Such a big place for such a tiny girl. It can't just be you Sheila." His tone seems to be a bit of genuine confusion. By now its just me and the two men in the house. The guards never seem to stick around. 

"Yep, it's just me. Well now you two live here as well. Follow me, I'll show you to your rooms." I make a motion for them to follow me which they do. They don't have much luggage but I guess I wouldn't expect them too. Their rooms are up the stairs and down the hall from mine. In fact all the rooms are upstairs. Everything else is down stairs and below.

I gave the larger man, Mako from what the other said,  the bigger room as he was pretty massive. He gave me a noise that seemed to be in the affirmative as he settled into his room. The smaller one, Jamison he said, has the room closer to mine. It was only a bit smaller than Makos was and he seemed to like it. If his bouncing around it was any indication. I had a better chance to really look at the two now.

Jamison Fawkes. What I remember of reading up on his alias Junkrat is that he's quite clever and impulsive. Though I only know him from stories. I wonder what made him want to change his tune. Two of his limbs are missing, replaced by prosthetic ones. This made him walk a little strangely but he moved around quite well nonetheless. The man himself is much taller than me and rather lanky. His blonde hair is thinning, brown eyes still have this wild glint to them.

Mako on the on the other hand seemed to be Jamisons opposite. His alias was Roadhog and he was know for being quite ruthless. Got me wondering even more what made them change. He was a mountain of a man. Made me feel tiny. I'd be lying if I said he didn't scare me just a little bit. I do have my own reasons that men make me uncomfortable. His hair is white, probably due to age, and his eyes seem tired. Unlike the other he notices my eyes on him.

Looking away after a moment I speak to both of them, "I should show you two around the house. You could get lost in this place." 

"Gonna give us the grand tour, Sheila?" Jamison was in front of me quickly and it was a mystery how I didn't notice him move. I cant help but physically back pedal away from him. He didn't seem too worried about my reaction.

"Yeah. Follow me." I tell them as I make my way down the hall, "That doors my room. If you cant find me I'm probably in there."

Trotting down the stairs to the first level I show them the dining room, the kitchen and the living room. The pool house was also on this floor and seemed to have impressed them a bit. Down to the second floor we had the library. My grandma loved books so she built a room to keep all of the ones she had collected. The two don't seem to particularly like it. Then the next floor is just Grandpa's garage. With all of his cars still down here.

"Holy hell sheila, how'd you afford this place?" Jamison says in something that feels like mock awe. I watch his body language for a moment.

"It was my grandparents. They built it from the ground up. And then the ground down. Strange construction pattern I know." I tell him honestly. We make our way back up to the first level. It was about time that I make dinner, so I tell them they can wander as they please while I cook dinner. Jamison happily wanders off but Mako follows me into the kitchen and sits down. I don't mind it too much.

I open up the fridge and look at what we have. I decide on steak fajitas for dinner tonight. Pulling out the ingredients for it and prepping my work space. I feel eyes on my back but I don't acknowledge them. A habit I had formed when I was little; humming when I cooked. Doing things like this always helped to improve my mood. Though this time I decide to make conversation with the large man at my table.

"You know when I was a little girl I wanted to be a chef. Funny how things work out, huh?" I tell him gently over my shoulder. He makes a noise of acknowledgement at me but doesn't really respond. That's alright.

"What made you change your mind?" He then asks after a small sigh. His voice was pretty nice, I think. I turn to look at him with a smile to answer him.

"People don't need chefs. At least I can do some good with this job." I tell him as I keep my gentle tone. At his nod I go back to preparing our dinner. We don't chat much throughout the cooking process but he goes to get Jamison before I even think about it. If anything the two seem excited to eat. 

During dinner Jamison is the quietest that he had been this whole day. I didn't think he would have been able to eat as much as he did. After the fact he wanders off again. I collect the plates and mean to do them before Mako shoos me away.

"I can do them, it's no problem." I tell him softly as I watch him clean. He shrugs lightly.

"You cooked." He retorts simply. He doesn't leave much room for arguing so I let him clean the dishes. Maybe this won't be so hard after all. They both seem to be somewhat okay house guests at any rate.