Till Death Do Us Part

by Luciferian999

Chapter 1: Ashes to Ashes

The loud noises of explosion and gunfire that rippled through Kings Row were seemingly replaced by silence. Angela knew the fighting hadn’t stopped. She knew why things suddenly went quiet. She looked down at her hand, covered in blood. Doing her best to stop the bleeding caused by her fall.

 

She was mid-flight, catching up to her squad, when out of nowhere, and seemingly everywhere, an infamous voice yelled out “Apagando las luces!” and an EMP hit, disabling her Valkyrie suit along with her nanites. She fell from roughly 3 stories high. Doing her best to break her fall, landing back first onto a parked car. The impact left her dazed, most likely concussed. And as she sat up, a burning pain shot through her abdomen. Looking down, her white suit]covered in red. A small piece of metal impaling her through her right side. She knew she needed to get to cover. Needed to get help.

She used her caduceus staff to help her stand. Limping her way to a nearby ally way. Falling as she reached the cover of darkness. Crawling deeper into the shadow.

“This is Dr. Ziegler. Can anyone hear me?” She tried her comms, desperation starting to consume her as no one responded. “I need medical attention. Can anyone hear me?” Her voice was shaky in fear and pain. “För guds skull kan någon höra mig” She cried, anger in her voice.

“They’re not coming for you, Angela.” A familiar voice came from the pitch black darkness that consumed the end of the alley. The click of boots getting closer.

“Stay away!” She demanded, releasing her blaster from its holster, aiming it in the direction she heard that sharp voice that had tormented her memories. Her grip on the weapon was firm, but her arm was shaky. Every second of holding her weapon up causing her immense pain.

“We both know you’re not going to use that. So stop straining yourself, put it down.” Moira slowly became visible. Her tall, thin figure, suited up in her combat ready suit. Tubes and wires ran flawlessly between the suit and her body, making them one.

Mercy slowly put her arm down. Using more strength to keep it from falling instantly than from just holding up the weapon.

“You’ll regret being here. The rest of my squad will be here any minute. Then you’ll be-”

“Hahaha.” Moira’s laughter cut off Angela’s feeble attempt at a threat. “The EMP. The one that disabled your suit. For it to cover such a massive area, we had to make some adjustments. See we-”

“Just get to the point already.” The injured doctor bemoaned in pain. Moira couldn’t help but smile, happy to see the fire still inside her foe.

“Your comms. They were not impacted. They never stopped working.”

That bright fire that kept Angela’s face lit with happiness and hope started to dissipate as she processed the information.

My team abandoned me? No.. th-that couldn’t be. Moira must be lying! She’s a bad guy! They always lie!

She tried to explain away the reality. Find the rhyme or reason that Moira would lie about this. But as much as she looked, she couldn’t find a reason. She knew Moira better than anyone else. Understood the inner machinations of the mad scientist better than she understood herself. And no matter how many times she tried to forget, tried to erase those memories of the years they spent together, she couldn’t. Or maybe she wouldn’t. But these memories are what made Angela sure that Moira wasn’t lying.

“You win.” She finally spoke after a minute of thinking. Moira stayed completely still in her spot, observing Angela’s fire be put out by the cold harsh reality.

“Naive as ever, Dr. Ziegler.” Her words lacked fire. Lacked the sass that seemed to come with every retort and insult she threw at everyone's favorite angel. “Or maybe I’m the naive one here. So enlighten me.” She made her way to Mercy, taking a seat next to the injured doctor. “What exactly did I win?”

“You aren’t happy with just winning? You want me to spell it out. You beat me. Happy? You’re going to live on while I die here. Happy?”

“You know I’m not happy. I haven’t been happy since-”

“Don’t.” Angela hastily interrupted. She knew exactly what Moira was going to say. “Please. Just don’t.” Her voice was weak. Her strength was fading. Her life was fleeting. “I bet you’re going to enjoy looking back on this. Remembering me as the weak naive fool who challenged you and lost.”

“You didn’t lose today. Overwatch did.” She faded into smoke, rematerializing on her feet in front of Mercy. She bent down, placing her right hand on Angela’s wound. “And this wouldn’t be my favorite memory of us. Not even close.” Her hand began emitting the bright yellow fluid that Moira used to heal her allies. But this time she was healing the person everyone thought was her biggest foe.

“My favorite memory of ours,” She placed one arm around Angela’s back, and the other one under the doctor's legs. She lifted the doctor up, holding her close to her chest as they walked towards the lit street.

“That would have to be our wedding night.”

Chapter 2: Changes

Summary:

Moira looks over Angela, and get's a visit from an old friend in the process.

“It was a beautiful spring night. April 20th to be exact. I remember because I had always wanted to have our wedding in fall. But of course you saw spring as a more suitable time for our celebration. The way you argued. Such a passion and determination in those eyes to get me to change my mind…. How could I resist?”

“M-Moira?”

“Yes, Dr. Ziegler”

“Where am I?”

“You’re safe.”

“That’s not what I-”

“I know. But giving you answers you weren’t searching for was always part of my charm.”

“You had charm? When was I going to be informed?”

Moira couldn’t help but laugh. They were quipping and bantering like nothing ever changed. And it was the first time she had seen Angela smile in years. That beautiful smile that she hated at first. But grew to love and cherish the more she saw it.

“You need to rest, Dr. Ziegler. Besides, you interrupted my story.”

“I always did like your voice.”

“Is that you, or the drugs talking?”

“Finish the story, I like it.” A tired smile on Angela’s face as she reached out her hand to Moira. The geneticist holding it gently, lowering it back down with ease,

“The venue was elegant. A small, yet fancy little townhouse on the outskirts of Gibraltar. I remember you wanted to get married somewhere else. But I insisted on somewhere close to home. Do remember what you said when I booked the venue without telling you?”

“This is why no one likes you.” They said in unison, laughing together.

“What a thing to say to your fiancé, right?”

“But was I wrong?” Angela snapped back, playfully.

“When are you not?” She quipped back, not missing a beat.

“Like when I decided to marry you?”

A loud silence filled the room. The smile on Moira’s face wincing at the remark, but stayed present.

“Y…. you need to rest, Dr. Ziegler” She gave her patient one last smile before getting up. Her pain overwhelmed her face as she turned away. Her posture was cool and collected, as if she wasn’t suffering. As if she didn’t want to scream and cry in regret and fear.

Moira leaned back against the door that led to Angela’s room. Letting herself slide down the door. The battle hardened scientist was cut down by a single, playful phrase. How pitiful.

She buried her face in her hands, wanting to scream and cry in rage. But no noise appeared, no tears rolled down her face. Emotions, or at least their physical embodiment, was something Moira genetically engineered out of her body. She had to wire those weaknesses out of herself.

“La calaca llorando por la bruja? Eso sí nunca me la imaginaba.” A familiar voice that was soft, seductive, and mean all at once came from the shadows of the dark hallway.

“Is that all you came to say?” Moira responded, but without her usual sass and bite. She sounded tired, defeated almost. “Or do you have an actual purpose for being here?”

“No seas asi Moira. Claro que no vengo con las manos vacías. But even if I did, you’d still be happy to see me.” The hacker jokes, stepping closer to Moira, offering her a helping hand.

“So you have it?” Those mismatched color eyes looked up at Sombra's hand, annoyance visible in her stare. And without notice she faded into smoke, rematerializing on her feet. “Where is-”

“Calm down, calm down. It's hidden in special place, safe and secure”

“That wasn’t the deal. You said you’d give it to me!” Moira’s frustration and anger started to boil over as she closed the gap between the two. Trapping the hacker between herself and the wall.

“Really? With your one true love in the room next to us? I knew you were fucked up but damn.” Sombra spoke as their eyes locked, giving the taller woman a seductive yet innocent stare. A gentle reminder of their emotionally needy and fucked up romantic fling from a couple years ago. Something the both agreed to leave in the past.

 

Moira was angered but embarrassed by the implication, backing away slowly from Sombra. This feeling was one Sombra could draw out of Moira. Maybe that’s what they didn’t work out. They both knew how to make each other weak, how to make the other hurt. There was too much trust, which might sound illogical. But love is never logical.

“Perdon Moira,” Sombra spoke softly, grabbing the scientist's forearm. “I’m going to give it to you. But….” She bit her lip, looking away for a moment. Showing care for others was difficult for the experienced thief, keeping up the facade of a cruel and evil hacker was easier when you had no friends, no one close. But these two always looked out for each other, no matter how strange it felt. “But I need to ask. Are you sure about this? About her? I mea-”

“Yes.” She interrupted, wanting to show Sombra how sure she was.

“Hey pendeja, I’m not asking you if you love her.” Frustration in her tone at how dense love was making the usually smart woman. “I’m asking you if she loves you.”

Such a simple question. One Moira should’ve known the answer before planning for them to run away. To live off the grid, leaving Talon and Overwatch behind. Just having each other. But when she saw her ex-wife on death's doorstep in that alley way 6 days ago, reason flew out the window. Replaced by the urge to protect the thing she swore she hated the most.

“She just might '' Sombra continued, seeing as Moira isn't answering. “But does that mean she’ll want to leave it all behind?”

“They left her behind..” Were the only words Moira could mumble out.

“You know that won't matter to her. Ella nomas quiere ayudar a los demás, regardless of the cost to herself. You’re both pretty selfish and selfless. It’s beautiful … in its own strange, and fucked up way.”

They both laughed, their friendly relationship always making an appearance before things got too serious between them.

“Does he know?” Moira asked, not making eye contact. She already knew the answer, but had to ask.

“Not yet.”

“Because of you?”

“Because of me.”

A sweet moment between the two, Moira walked over to Sombra, giving her a hug in a show of gratitude.

“He suspects it, everyone does. They’re only waiting for my confirmation. Because if anyone can find you star struck lovers, it's me.”

“And when is that?” A painful silence followed the question. Sombra not wanting to turn over one of her closest allies. Moira understands that the choice wasn’t Sombra’s to make. The strong willed woman rendered powerless, “It’s ok, Olivia. I won’t blame you.” Moira gave Sombra a reassuring smile as she backed up, rubbing the hacker’s shoulders before letting her go.

“Tomorrow night.” Sombra twiddle her fingers as she answered, not being able to look Moira in the eyes. “And I told you never to call me that.”

“How much?”

“Just a photo of you two running away A couple days old.”

“Thank you.”

“Are you sure about this?”

“As sure as I’ll ever be.”

“Bueno, ya quedamos calaca” Sombra walked up to Moira, giving her her signature BOOP on the noise before she pixelated away, leaving a note behind that read:

It’s in the basement. Please be careful Moira. And tell Angela she better treat you right, or else!
-Sombra

Moira chuckled a bit before raising her lighter to the yellow paper, watching it burn on her finger tips. Changes were on the horizon, but were they ready?

Notes:

English Translations for Sombra's lines.
1)"La calaca llorando por la bruja? Eso sí nunca me la imaginaba" - "The skeleton crying over the witch? That I never imagined."
2)"No seas asi Moira. Claro que no vengo con las manos vacías." - "Don't be like that, Moira. Of course i don't come empty handed."
3)“Perdon" - "Sorry."
4)"pendeja," - Dumbass
5) "Ella nomas quiere ayudar a los demás" - "She just wants to help everybody else."
6)“Bueno, ya quedamos calaca" - "Alright, we're all set, skeleton."