Of All The Houses In All The World, You Broke Into Mine

A Hacker and a Cowboy break into Gabriel Reyes' House.

So, you guys ready for McSombra fluff? Because McSombra is a rare pair and I just want to give them love? I hope you are, because that's the only thing you're getting in here. Well, that and some dad Gabriel Reyes, cause I want to give him love too.

(Sombra is 15-ish and Jesse is 16-ish)

Surviving as a street rat is hard. Surviving as a street rat who is an illegal immigrant is harder. Surviving as a street rat who is an illegal immigrant, and who is being hunted by two bloodthirsty gangs who want you dead? Well, now, that's just impossible.

Or, well, it would be for pretty much anyone else in the world. For Sombra? That was just another boring wednesday.

Most people marveled at her ability to not only stay alive, but also thrive (or, thrive as much as a homeless orphan could), but those who knew her weren't surprised. After all, if there was anything in the world she could do, it was survive. (Well, really, if there was anything in the world she could do, it was hack, but for the sake of sounding cool and tough, we're going to just replace that with survive.)

Plus, it helped when her...friend-person-guy, whom she flirted with and sometimes kissed, was very handy with a gun.

Jesse and Sombra had a nice thing going, a routine they had developed over their three years on the run together. It worked almost perfectly.

Why only almost? Well, sometimes they were a little too ambitious, a little too cocky. Developing a bad habit of biting off more than they could chew. This was one of those times. But they wouldn't know that until much later.

Right now, they were experiencing the height of luxury, lounging on a couch and watching crappy telenovelas, while snacking on cookies and candy. Sombra was using his lap as a pillow.

"Ya ever plannin' on tellin' me whose house this is?" Jesse asked, idly running his fingers along the glowing enhancements implanted into Sombra's skull. An odd habit he had developed, but one she wasn't going to complain about. It was rather enjoyable for him to soothe the slight sting they constantly emitted.

Sombra hummed, as if considering something. "Well, I could, but...that's no fun." The television continued to drone on in the background. Surprisingly, Sombra seemed to be engrossed in the plot, fully focused on the show.

A chuckle fell from Jesse's lips. "Ya sure do like them telenovelas, don't'cha?" She half-heartedly slapped his leg in retaliation. "Hey now, no need to get violent. I think you're cute."

""I'm not cute. I'm tough and powerful. You should fear me, Vaquero." Jesse laughed once again, and she grumbled under her breath at him. It just wasn't that scary when she was practically drowning in a hoodie and sweats that must have been at least three times bigger than her. Whoever lived here must have been very large. Or, at least his (her?) clothes were.

"No can do, Pumpkin. See, I already know that yer as sweet as sugar."

"I'll kill you."

"Sure ya will, Darlin'."

Sombra growled, but she, too, was grinning. It was rare for them to have this opportunity. To lay down and pretend they were just...normal kids. Watch stupid T.V., eat without worrying about when their food supply would run out. Sleep in a real bed. Not only a real bed, but one with heaters and fuzzy blankets and padding and So. Many. Pillows. That was one of the benefits of breaking into the houses of the rich.

That was one of the benefits of breaking into the house of Gabriel Reyes.

There were plenty of risks that came with it. After all, Gabriel Reyes was a hero of the Omnic Crisis, leader of Blackwatch, best friend of Jack Morrison. But then again, Sombra always liked risks. She swore that it would one day be the death of her.