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2018-08-13
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File 5.04

Summary:

The following is a log of voicemails collected off the contraband personal phone of witness Alexandra Cabot discovered after her removal from Witness Protection. All voicemails have been transcribed and filed.

Notes:

This work is heavily inspired by 'Call Log' by TahTheTrickster; a genius writer I met through discord. I highly recommend reading that fic if you're into Overwatch and suffering.

In this story the episode 'Ghost' never happens.

I've tried my best to match up dates with episodes and I've timed myself reading the logs to get the most accurate message length. This is mostly because I'm a slut for detail.

Any comments or suggestions are hugely appreciated and helpful, and can be left here or on my tumblr: moirasorbs.

Chapter 1: Log #1

Chapter Text

 

Call: Date 10/29/03

Call Time: 3:32 A.M.

Message Length: 2:53.19

 

[Message tone]

[Soft breathing can be heard in the background.]

[A woman's voice begins speaking five seconds after the message tone. Her words are slurred implying intoxication and exhaustion.]

It's been a month....

[Ten second pause]

Today's the day you got shot....

[Five second pause]

But you don't need me to tell you that; you probably remember....Of course you remember. I remember....I remember a lot of things.... I can't remember a lot of things.

I remember holding my hand to your shoulder, right above your heart. I remember pushing and pushing, but it wouldn't stop. You just wouldn't stop bleeding.

[Quiet sniffling can be heard in the background implying the caller began crying at this time.]

[Another five second pause and then the woman begins speaking again. Her tone has shifted and her voice wavers.]

So why can't I remember the other parts of you? I try so hard all the time to remember the little things, but it's like you're slipping through my fingers......All I have left are memories now....your hair, the way your eyes.... 

[Another five second pause]

[The woman's tone shifts again. She sounds angry; the wavering in her voice is gone.]

They won't even say your name anymore. We can't talk about you. They all think you’re dead. I shouldn't even be calling you, but here I am. [The woman laughs quietly before clearing her throat.]

Here I am....

[Short pause]

Where are you?

Where are you, Alex?

[Thirty second pause]

Please....

Please, Alex....

Come home.

[Fifteen seconds of silence]

[Call ends]