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Epilogue
I hear her voice, in the morning hour she calls me
The radio reminds me of my home far away
And driving down the road I get a feeling
That I should have been home yesterday, yesterday
Country roads, take me home
To the place I belong
West Virginia, mountain mama
Take me home, country roads
-John Denver, Take Me Home, Country Road
“And you shouldn’t have to worry about that anymore.” Jack says, neatly piling papers into his briefcase, “I do apologize that I caused you to be found, but now our records say that you and McCree have relocated to Sante Fe. Hopefully it will keep your family off your trail.”
“Maybe if you got a better security system we would not have had this problem in the first place.” Genji says, putting his feet up on Ana’s table.
“Oh, so you let the new guy put his feet up but I can’t?” McCree huffs and Ana just shrugs.
“He wiped his feet before he came inside. Genji and Zenyatta both have such lovely manners.” She says, looking up as Zenyatta brings a tray of tea to the table, “Thank you, dear.”
“It is my pleasure.” Zenyatta assures, taking his seat next to Genji again.
After burning the body the three had packed up the trucks with dogs and come off the mountain to let everyone know what had happened. They were greeted by Zenyatta, who was a young Nepalese man who wore red and gold robes and had dots painted across his forehead. He was kind, generous, and Hanzo simply could not believe this saint was a friend of Genji’s.
“While I appreciate the sidebar, I really do, we are looking into breeches in our security and attempting to keep the Shimada out after they realize Hanzo has moved on.”
“I swear if your stupid paperwork gets Jesse hurt again I’ll burn your whole office down.” Reyes growls.
Jack just rolls his eyes, “He had a bad knee before a dragon laid on him. I need to return back to the city to catch a flight. Gabriel, Genji, Zenyatta, I expect you’re coming with?”
Hanzo turns to his brother, face falling, “You are leaving so soon?”
Genji grins sheepishly and gets to his feet, “I must admit that seeing a dragon has excited me. I want to be able to accomplish that transformation one day and I do not feel like I can achieve it in this one horse town.” He jokes.
“Genji and I will continue as we were before, travelling throughout Nepal and offering assistance to those in need. I believe he will find a noble cause along the way that will aid him in his change.” Zenyatta supplies.
“You will know where to find me.” Hanzo says, pulling his brother in tightly against his chest and smiles when Genji returned the embrace enthusiastically, “I am glad you are happy, Genji. I hope you find what you are looking for.”
“This is not goodbye forever. We will visit and you have my number now!” Genji reminds, “I will call you every night if you like?” He jokes and Hanzo shakes his head.
“Once a week will suffice. I believe we are going to be busy for the next little while.”
“I already bought the sapplin’s from Ana for all the trees we’re gonna replant.” McCree tells him, “Also I don’t think we gotta worry ‘bout firewood for a really long time. Only problem is we gotta chop all the damn stuff first!”
Hanzo groans, “How can so much change and I still have to chop wood?”
The group laughs at Hanzo’s misery for a little while longer before Jack’s car comes to pick the four of them up. Everyone promises to call and keep in touch this time.
After their goodbyes are said McCree is yawning and nudging Hanzo with an elbow, “We should head up on home an’ get a good night’s rest.
“I cannot think of anything I would rather do.” Hanzo agrees and they take back off up to their Blue Ridge Mountain home.
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As Jack had expected the Shimada followed his false trail to Sante Fe. They had been seen there looking for Hanzo and Genji without any luck. Their access to the FBI’s database had also been blocked so Hanzo thinks it will be unlikely that they appear in his life again.
The only Shimada Hanzo was interested in seeing was Genji, and true to his word the dragon called at least once a week to relay the stories of his and Zenyatta’s adventures. They could range from helping a farmer herd sheep to killing bandits that were raiding villages. Hanzo’s stories were always less exciting and usually involved his garden, the animals, or McCree. Genji didn’t seem to mind, he was just happy to hear his brother was content.
Genji isn’t the only one who keeps in touch either. Every few weeks a truck will pull into their yard and Gabriel - sometimes with Ana in tow - would visit. Sometimes it was just for an evening but other times they’ve played host to Gabriel for a few days to a week. The initial hostility between Gabriel and Hanzo fades as each man sees how happy the other makes Jesse. They would be able to put aside any of their differences for his happiness.
McCree did not have a hard time being happy especially since Hanzo had taken his few belongings to Jesse’s and moved in permanently. They used Hanzo’s home for storage and the occasional guest house in case more than one of their family showed up at once. Hanzo was sad to see that his home had only served him for a year but was happy when he could reach over and touch Jesse, the man never too far away.
Two men sharing the workload of the homestead made it easier and left more time for pleasure and hobbies. Hanzo had finally picked up knitting like he had thought to do during his first winter and McCree fulfilled one of his life long dreams during their first summer after the dragon attack.
“Careful now, Trigger, don’t trip on the roots. Daddy’s almost got ya home.” Jesse coos, leading the young filly up the yard and toward Billy’s enclosure.
Hanzo watches on from where he held the gate open, “I still cannot believe you walked her all the way up the mountain. You have been gone hours .” He chastises, but with no heat behind it. McCree was ecstatic and Hanzo would not ruin this moment for him.
“Well I sure as shit wasn’t trustin’ a horse trailer on that ol’ road. Anyway, it was real nice to bond with my girl. Ain’t that right, Trigger? Yeah, yer a good girl.” He says, beaming with pride as she enters the gate and he can close it behind her, “I got a horse .”
“You have a horse.” Hanzo confirms, laying a hand on McCree’s back while the two look on the foal who was trotting around curiously. Perhaps he should get a horse as well so they would be able to ride together. Hanzo grins and leans against McCree, thinking that may be a nice holiday surprise some day.
Spending time outdoors with the animals and completing their chores was enjoyable but there was one time that Hanzo enjoyed more than any other. It was the moments at night when the only light was a fire or lantern flickering in the cabin. He would lay across the sofa with his head in McCree’s lap while the cowboy idly played with his hair or read a book above him.
Never far were their faithful canine companions, curled close so Hanzo could reach out and pet Yasushi, still his best friend despite the fact he had managed to build himself a family that extended past the two of them.
Hanzo’s eyes were shut and one of his hands was laid against McCree’s thigh while the other tangled in thick fur. They had the fire for light that night as the chill of winter was beginning to seep back into the air.
Hanzo feels a tug in his chest and something comes over him that makes him roll over onto his back and look up at McCree.
When Hanzo moves it makes McCree look down at him, closing the book he’d been reading to focus on Hanzo. This sweet little smile pulls at the corners of McCree’s lips and Hanzo finds himself reaching up to touch his lips.
“I am very happy, Jesse.” Hanzo says, the feeling in his chest tightening ever more as the lips against his fingers spread into a grin.
“Hell Darlin’, me too. I’m real happy.” Jesse agrees, pressing gentle kisses against fingers as he leans down, curled over so he can kiss more than just fingertips.
Hanzo leans up, letting out a sigh as their lips meet and the two share a kiss, the firelight flickering over their faces. They stay like that until McCree feels a kink in his neck that makes him sit up, pulling Hanzo along with him, their faces just inches apart.
“Don’ know what I expected when I found ya here.” Jesse murmurs, tucking Hanzo’s loose hair behind his ear, “Definitely wasn’t this. A man who loved an ol’ dog like me.”
“You sell yourself short.” Hanzo breathes, one hand carding through Jesse’s beard while the other lay over his heart, feeling the gentle beat beneath his fingers, “I did not find an animal in these woods. I found a piece I did not know I was missing. I found a home .”
McCree hums, letting his eyes fall shut as he murmurs, “There’s a song ‘bout that you know? ‘Cept it’s a lil’ off since I plan ta see ya everyday for the rest of my life.”
Hanzo shakes his head, enthralled by the way McCree’s eyelashes rested against his cheeks, “I never want to leave you. I love you.”
The confession makes Jesse’s eyes open and light up, “Love ya too. Let me sing for ya?”
Hanzo nods, resting their foreheads together as Jesse’s warm voice fills the cabin.
“My home's across the Blue Ridge mountains,
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains,
My home's across the Blue Ridge Mountains,
For I never expect to see you anymore
How can I keep from crying
How can I keep from crying
How can I keep from crying
For I never expect to see you anymore.”
-The Carter Family, My Home’s Across The Blue Ridge Mountains
The End