Alive

                                    

                                          


                          
You were writhing, body flailing against the table. Your skin was beginning to overheat, veins now visible against your skin and lips pale as you broke out into a frantic sweat. The table felt cool and welcoming, the metal railings holding you in as you searched for something to cool you off. However, your blurry vision and swirling mind just reeled faster and faster every time until you gave out a pained wail and shuddered. Your body slumped heavily against one side, chest heaving as Angela managed to get your twitching figure to come to rest. She was now sitting on the bedside, your head against her chest and you felt the heartbeat thrum violently in her chest. Your eyes were barely open, lips parted and breathing faint as you simply listen to the rhythm. It was beautiful, stuttering as it now begun to ease from its racing. Her fingers gently soothed from your hair, cradling your cheek and one arm curled around your figure as she held you. You couldn't see past your eyelashes, and as you felt the ease of slumber warm and trickle through your veins you thought you felt warm tears drop onto your skin.
                          
She was crying over your figure, her head craned and pressing her cheek to your crown. Angela slowly rocked back and forth, Genji running into the room as soon as he heard your pained cry. Your eyes slowly opened, looking at the cyborg that was now standing in shock. You could hear his whirring fans work into over drive, heat slightly blasting from his area before he was running out the door. Your lashes were dark and wet, your own tears having left clean tracks down your cheeks. As soon as the doors opened, Zenyatta was there with Genji. Others were making sure that Jack was stabled- they knew that once he was his super soldier serum would do the rest. 
                          
The other two friends were quick to hug you then. You didn't dare move, not entirely sure of what had happened. You saved Jack and you closed your eyes to rest for a bit. Why were Genji and Angela crying tears of joy while Zenyatta thrummed with warmth and happiness? 
                          
"Why are you crying?" You softly asked, jawline moving blood coated skin. The crimson liquid was stained in a wavy and rushed pattern down your throat. You were very dirty.
                          
"You were dead," Angela sobbed, gently pressing kisses to your forehead as you laid there in her arms. "Reaper gave you a second chance... he gave you a second chance." Her crying didn't cease, her eyes closed and lips trembling. You could hear how distraught she was in her voice.
                          
Reaper gave you a second chance? So that means you could fight him. He deemed you worthy of a battle. But that would come when you're not exhausted and being smothered by friends you loved. They eventually let up, allowing you to go get cleaned up. By the time you were in fresh pjs, Jack was awake and moving around his medbay while Angela double checked his vitals. Your hair was down and wet, your eyes twinkling with new life and it was like the stars were there contained within. You wore a long sleeved t-shirt, and fluffy pajama pants, and your soft presence was made known when you came to see your former Mentor. 
                          
Jack was standing in front of you for the longest moment. His eyes were filled with grief, a shaking hand raising to cradle the side of your face. You didn't wait then. You rushed forward, arms lifting and wrapping around his neck as your lips captured his scarred ones. It was perfect, his nose lightly brushing over your cheek as he melted right into you. 
                          
It was a moment that everyone knew would eventually happen. Angela was glad to see that she was the one to witness and confirm it. Her blue gaze shifted away, letting the two of you lip lock in peace. Once you pulled away from his taste, you looked to your feet with a blush. He was chuckling very lightly to himself, soon guiding you to the rest of the group that was now awaiting the news of you both. As far as everyone knew, you were dead and he was recovering. 
                          
So when the two of you stepped out into the open of the Overwatch base, everyone was expecting Dr. Ziegler and a very distraught Jack Morrison. Their eyes widened, looking at you and then to Jack. No one dared to breathe nor move. Within that moment, it was McCree to move and the usually stoic man had his arms wrapped around you in a hug. His robotic hand had cradled the back of your head in a brotherly manner, your own fingers tightening into his serape before he let you go.
                          
Each and every single one of them either gripped your hand or hugged you, all saying thank you in their soft voices.  The one that had you finally crying was Jack, gripping his jacket and face pressed against his neck. Even he was thanking you for saving him- but in a way thanking you for coming back to him. Your servos shook, clutching him close as everyone in their own ways silently wept.
                          
The whole fest was just a day to recover and relish in each other's presence. It was a moment that people had a newfound respect for you, and considered you a close part of the family. Though, you knew you wouldn't be left alone just because you had a second chance. You knew that Reaper would eventually have a nice battle with you. With that in mind, a sort of smile turned your lips upwards and you promised to yourself:
                          


                          
I'll prove you my worth again Reaper.