Overwatch One Shots and Imagines

Mako Rutledge- Dancer (a)

Warm sand crept up in between your toes and the heavy sun beat down. Your backpack jingled with the treasures of today's takings.

"Not a bad haul today lads." Junkrat walked in-front of the both of you, a small pack adorned your back but Junkrat was burdened with nothing but the guilt of theft. Roadhog however had been loaded up like a mistreated pack mule with a pack almost as big as him to carry as well as duffel bags thrown over his shoulder. To him though, it was like carrying a few feathers.

"I can't believe they managed to take the car though, ungrateful pricks, we relieve them of the burden of holding onto all of this and how do they repay us? With loaded guns and pre-prepped explosives, absolutely ridiculous." The walk from the bank was a long one, miles and miles of hot Australian road and obviously nobody was going to pick up three hitchhikers, especially when they looked like the three of you.

"Lets play the what-if game..." Junkrat suggested, underneath his mask you could see Roadhog rolling his eyes but at least it was something to do.

"What if... what if we didn't get into crime?" You asked. "I think I would have been a chef or something." You gestured for Junkrat to continue the game.

"There's no other life for me out here, the thrill of being chased by an angry mob after you've destroyed their economy and left half of their city with burn marks, there's no other feeling out there like it." He looked up like an old man reminiscing about his earlier years, you thought you could see a tear or two roll down his cheek.

You turned around, Roadhog had stopped walking a few metres back.

"Oh, come on you lump." Junkrat threw a rock at him, which bounced off his belly and almost came back. "We stopped for a break a few minutes ago." He dropped the bags and a shockwave of dust and gravel shot up at you both. "Oh, for fuck sake, it'll take me ages to load you up again. What?"

"A dancer." Roadhog muttered under his breath.

You and Junkrat exchanged glances and both let out an audible 'eh?'.

"I would have been a dancer." Once again you shared a look of confusion before busting out in synchronised laughter. As if he was in a trance and with unmatched grace, Roadhog began to dance across the desert floor, leaping from spot to spot to a perfect, unheard rhythm.

"Holy shit." Junkrat nudged you in the side with his elbow. "He isn't too bad."

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Written by Aaron.