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It had been almost two weeks since Hana and Brigitte arrived at the cabin in Utah. Brigitte remained unconscious for half a day, then spent another on the bed, mostly because Hana insisted. After that, she spent her days with Hana, walking and sometimes climbing, but mostly just talking.
There wasn’t much else anyone could do there anyway.
Amélie had taken upon herself to be the group’s cook. Cooking three meals for seven people took a big chunk of her day away but she didn’t mind. It felt good to do something for the others. And, she and Ashe had sworn that they would never let McCree and Hanzo cook again. McCree’s cooking was basically just meat with salt and Hanzo had never cooked in his life.
When she wasn’t helping Amélie with the cooking, Ashe spent her day hunting the butte’s shadow and nagging McCree, mostly for existing. Today she had gone hunting bighorns with Hanzo, bringing back one and marking the usual grounds of its herd.
At the start, the only times the group saw Hanzo was during his morning meditation, and then again at night when he returned from his day-long walks. That was until Brigitte and Hana grabbed hold of him and asked for archery lessons. Since then, he stayed within eye distance of the cabin and was always happy to watch as they tried to hit their makeshift targets.
Hana, when she wasn’t with Brigitte or Hanzo, was teasing McCree about anything she could think of. The gunslinger didn’t hold back either, returning each comment in kind, always with a smirk on his face.
And when Ashe and Hana weren’t talking to him, McCree was either sleeping or taking care of his revolver and left hand. He was enjoying each day, not being bothered by anything.
Sombra had made the pilot cockpit of the transport her own little nest, only getting out for the meals. Most of her day was dedicated to checking if Overwatch found out about the satellite blind spot she had created around the area.
As for Bob, he was getting water from the well, cleaning dishes and carrying crates with supplies to the house when needed. When he didn’t have anything to do, he was retiring in the transport, quietly waiting for the people outside to ask him for something.
Tonight, the whole group was sitting together around a campfire. McCree had cleaned the bighorn carcass and now Ashe was slowly cooking it over the fire. Amélie had dragged Sombra out of her nest and had asked the hacker to not look at her holo screens for tonight. Sombra had reluctantly agreed. Now she was sitting next to Amélie, trying to keep her eyes open. McCree was trying, and failing, to give some generic life advice to Hana. Hanzo was talking with Ashe about spices and how meat was served at his home. Brigitte was sitting on Sombra’s right, silently listening to McCree.
“Olivia,” Amélie whispered.
“Wha-don’tcallmeOlivia-what..?” she mumbled.
“When was the last time you slept? You look terrible.” Amélie had leaned close, concern in her eyes.
“Last night. I think. Or the one before it? Don’t remember.” she waved a hand dismissively, “I’m good, don’t worry.” Sombra gave her a tired smile. Since they brought the girls here, she had to double down on her security measures. At this point, she was playing hide and seek against literally every intelligence agency in the world. Four hours of sleep a night was the maximum she had managed.
Amélie frowned at her answer and got up.
“I’m getting you something to lie down.”
She was gone before the sleepy Sombra could protest. She sighed and rested her head on her knees, looking at the fire.
“She got you too?” she heard a voice from her right.
“Mmm-what?”
“Amélie. She’s been talking to everyone lately, checking if we are good.” even when they were both sitting, the young woman was towering over Sombra. “She was the one that suggested me and Hana to ask Mr Shimada for lessons and I’m pretty sure it was so he would be around more.” Brigitte paused and looked towards the house. “You know, I was very nervous when I first met her. Dad and Rein were almost scared when they were talking about her.”
“Yeah, well... The Widowmaker your dad knew wasn’t really a person.”
“Yes, I heard what she did, what she went through...” Brigitte shivered on the thought of that story, “But she’s really nice now!” she smiled. “Lately me and Hana were staying up late, just talking. And yesterday afternoon, she pulled us over and asked us if we would like to go to bed earlier cause a good night’s sleep is important and such. And she was scared that she was overstepping and she was so, sooo polite about it. She kinda reminded me of my mom. Only, being a stranger she was way more polite about it. Mom would just be like: Go to bed now!” she laughed.
Sombra was too tired to laugh and just smiled.
“And did you? Go to sleep early?”
“Hana didn’t want to but I convinced her. And it helped, I think. I felt more energized in the morning.”
“Feeling energized... that... must be nice...” Sombra was struggling to stay awake.
“Oh, here she comes.” Brigitte pointed somewhere, “I’ll let you sleep. Goodnight, Sombra.”
“’...night...”
Amélie came and put a thin blanket and a pillow behind Sombra. She gently laid the hacker on them. She then put a thin sheet over her and asked the others to be a bit more quiet, please.
Sombra wouldn’t remember any of that, because she was asleep from the moment she touched the pillow.