//Overwatch// Lemon OneShots!! (Requests welcome)

Therapist Mcree x Ashe \\2272 words\\ a little bit of w o n k

Jesse wipes his sunken, tired eyes and looks down at his work at hand.

Scanning over images of the rough girl through her social media, which was linked between her email she used in her account within the clinic. McCree found himself quite a few odd pictures.

It made him feel a tad guilty to use this "method", but whatever he could do to learn more about his clients, is just a road he needed to take.

"She's a little on the lower barrel on social media", he flicked through her facebook to other websites before stumbling on her Instagram which he clicks on promptly, "bingo".

About 24 photos of her, heavily filtered, weird positioning, just telling very incoherent lies to a screen.

"Basket case if I've ever seen one", McCree whispers to himself as he leans back in his chair, folding his hands in his lap and switching his crossed legs.

A blonde nurse walks in with a clip board and a white haired girl fallowing just behind. She looks nervous, her lips bitten slightly blue and, at a glance, refuses to make eye contact.

How fun.

"Dr. McCree, Elizabeth Caledonia" the nurse says lightly, handing Jesse the clip board before walking out of the office and shutting the door behind her.

"Why hello there Miss Caledonia", McCree sticks out a hand,

She switches her glance from his wide eyed, and frankly cute expression to his broad, working man hands. She opens her mouth a tad and gives in to his insisting eyes.

"Ashe", she says on edge, letting go of his hand and sitting down on the chair across from him. Ashe crosses her legs and lays her hands across her thighs after moving some of her hair out of her face.

"Well that's step one, doll face", Jesse says with a smirk, she still seems a little anxious, but she gives him a crude smile as a response.

"It's Jesse dear", he says with that little hinge to his words that turned Ashe's stomach into a whirlpool.

"So- why do you find yourself in here", he skips and questions with an eyebrow raised.

"Oh- I'm just in a weird place right now", she starts.

"It's really tough", her tone drops, "I just got out of an abusive relationship-".

She meets his longing eyes. He looks concerned.

She tethers away, "He would, uh", she chokes up, "he would make me do things".

Slight tears swelled up in the corners of her eyes as she looks up at McCree. He puts his hand on her thigh.

"Ashe, its ok".

He can remember seeing a big, blonde hair man in one of her pictures, can of beer in one hand the other around her shoulders.

"She would be the one to not delete pictures like that wouldn't she", Jesse thinks to himself.

"Darlin' it's a safe place here, you can tell me everything, keeping it in will only hurt you", McCree says while tilting his head.

"Plus- a woman like you shouldn't be held back by such, such garbage men", he snarls while Ashe slides her hand on top of Jesse's.

She smiles and McCree chuckles lightly , "Aw sweetheart thank you for the gesture, but I'd like to hear more about whatever that loser boy did", he asks with his brows raised.

Ashe puckers her lip to the side as she moves her eyes to Jesse's hand firmly holding on to her thigh. It's comforting to her, like a fatherly- boyfriendy thing. She cant quite place this egging feeling, but she craves more for McCree than she can communicate with words or gestures.