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Goddesses of Egypt	By : lesbiaN7ncest Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 10370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Overwatch, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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14 YEARS BEFORE RECALL
Dr. Angela Ziegler couldn't help but feel a little in over her head as she frowned at a holographic image before her, chewing slightly too hard on the end of a pen. She'd been with Overwatch for almost a year now and yet still couldn't believe she was part of such a prestigious organization at the age of 23, all because its founders had noticed her research on medical nanotechnology. She found herself thinking of such things often lately whenever she got stuck on a problem. This time there was another snag in her attempts to create a special suit that would allow her to more efficiently help those in need in combat situations and other dangerous environments.
"There must be a way to reduce ze weight," she said to nobody, slightly muffled by the pen-end in her mouth. "There must!"
"Have you spoken to Torbjörn?" a strong, yet feminine voice asked from behind her.
Angela jumped slightly, turning with wide eyes to see a woman leaning against the far wall of her office near the door casually. The woman wore a long blue coat over black and blue armored clothing, capped off with a blue beret adorned with a golden eagle on it. A playful smirk played across her lips and above them a tattoo was etched to resemble the Eye of Horus when merged with her left eye. She had dark, almost jet black long hair that flowed over her shoulders and a tanned complexion that evoked her Egyptian ancestry.
"Ana," Mercy responded simply with a slight smile as she caught her breath. "You zurprised me."
"He's developed several strong, yet light-weight alloys and materials over the years," Ana continued, ignoring Angela's reaction as she approached the doctor. "Maybe you should see if there's anything he's got that would suit your suit?"
Angela let out a snort with a slight chuckle and it took Ana a moment to realize what she had said. "Sorry," Ana said, chuckling herself a little. "Pun not intended."
"Not at all," Angela smiled. "It iz a welcome addition of levity during a fruztrating afternoon of going over this thing over and over again. I could probably do with a break."
"Good. I was worried you were so caught up in your work you wouldn't have time for me," Ana said.
"I always gave time for you Ana," Angela said with a warm smile. "You should know zat. Besides, you outrank me. You can always order me to drop what I'm doing and do what you want."
"Don't tempt me," Ana said, closing the distance to stroke some of Angela's pale blonde fringe away from her eyes. "If I wasn't such a stickler for 'following orders' and doing things 'by the book' I just might do such things."
Angela blushed. She and Ana had grown close over her short period of time with Overwatch, despite both the fact that Ana Amari was not only the 2IC second only to Strike Commander Morrison, but at 46 years of age was twice that of her own. They were also very different in that Ana specialized in taking lives through the scope of a sniper rifle, while Angela was focused entirely on saving lives instead and generally abhorred violence. However, she knew that Ana was doing so for the betterment of the world and when Angela had concerns about some of the research that the higher-ups wanted her to spearhead, Ana had often been the first to listen, take her side and even talk sense into the more aggressive members of Overwatch. Ana knew full well that Overwatch was a peace-keeping force and not an army, and Angela had developed a good deal of respect for Ana because of that. And as the two spent more time together, that respect became something more.
"So are you here for 'orders' or just to see me today?" Angela asked, her glowing cheeks and the look in her eyes illustrating she hoped it was the latter.
"To be honest, I'm kind of here for personal reasons," Ana said. Angela detected the note of sadness and reluctance in Ana's voice. Her heart skipped a beat. Did Ana want to end things? They'd discussed whether it was unprofessional for them to have any kind of relationship in the past a few times, as well as the age gap between them. Angela was more than a little concerned.
"In... in what way?" Angela asked nervously.
"I don't want to impose on you, especially since I know you are busy working on your proposed field medic suit designs, but I would like to ask a favor of you," Ana said.
Angela was taken aback. It wasn't like the normally confident Ana Amari to seem uncomfortable or nervous about anything. The young Swiss doctor was no longer worried about Ana breaking off things with her, but was definitely curious now as to what had Ana so rattled. "Go on," Angela encouraged, trying to sound reassuring.
"It's my daughter Fareeha," Ana said with a sigh. She sounded like just getting that out was a good deal of the weight off her chest.
"I remember her being mentioned," Angela said with a nod. "Both by you and by zome of the others. She grew up amongst Overwatch personnel, am I right?"
"That's right," Ana said with a firm nod. "They've been a good influence on her for the most part. Except for one thing."
"Oh?" Angela asked, turning her head to one side curiously.
"The girl got the fool notion that she should become a soldier too," Ana explained. "Too many tales of heroism and glory. And worst of all she saw it all going on around her and knew they weren't just myths and fairy tales. She knows the truth, Angela. And that's what makes it dangerous and that's why I need your help."
"I don't underztand," Angela said, her brow furrowed in confusion. "What can I do?"
"I forbade her from joining Overwatch," Ana said. "But she's headstrong and stubborn. She just turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago and she was coming to visit me again now that her studies are wrapping up soon. But instead of continuing her education and seeking out a proper career she has enlisted in the Egyptian Military. She did not even ask me, she just told me yesterday that she had already signed up and would begin in two months time."
Angela could hear the disappointment in Ana's voice. There was anger, there was also fear. Angela could see why Fareeha would look up to her mother as a role model and wish to follow in her footsteps, but she could also understand why Ana was so concerned about the safety and future of her daughter. What she couldn't see is why or how she was supposed to help Ana and Fareeha in this matter.
"I am zorry," Angela said as she placed a hand on Ana's shoulder. "She clearly looks up to you a lot."
"I want you to spend time with Fareeha when she comes here," Ana said, her gaze narrowing as she stared right into Angela's eyes. She took the hand Dr. Ziegler had rested upon her shoulder between her gloved ones and held them to her chest. "Please?"
"Huh?" Angela answered. "I mean, I'll do it for you, but... why?"
"I want her to see what a real hero is," Ana said. "You more than anybody else here know that being a real hero is about saving lives, not taking them. You could be a real inspiration to her. You could help her see that there is more to this than just violence and bloodshed."
Angela blushed and smiled. "You are very zweet," she told Ana. "And you give me too much credit."
"No I don't," Ana said in a very serious tone. "You represent what Overwatch is really all about so much more than most of us. We need people like you to stop this organization from being a global army. I've never met anybody who so abhors violence so willing to throw themselves into the middle of it for the sake of saving lives. I've seen you out there in the heat of things. You're fearless. You're the one who doesn't want to use a weapon, even for basic self defense, but you're braver than most of the people with the big guns."
"Ztop it Ana!" Angela said with embarrassment, blushing even more. "You'll give me a big head talking like that. I'm not that zpecial."
"You are to me," Ana responded, and she leaned in to press her lips to Angela's. Angela reciprocated with a pleasant moan, pressing back against Ana and wrapping her arms around the Egyptian soldier's shoulders. They eventually parted, their foreheads pressed together as they took in air again and looking lovingly into each other's eyes.
"So will you help me Doctor Ziegler?" Ana asked.
"Of course I will," Angela said back. "It'll be good to finally meet Fareeha after all zis time hearing about her."
"She doesn't know about us by the way," Ana said awkwardly. "I'm not sure if it would be a good idea to mention it or not."
"I underztand," Angela answered with a nod. "Don't worry, I'm not inzulted. I'll just zay that we are work colleagues and good friends."
"Thanks," Ana smiled. "I'm sure with time and once she's got to know you she'll be okay if we tell her. Just one step at a time."
"Zo... dinner tonight?" Angela asked hopefully.
"So long as there are no alerts or emergencies," Ana nodded. "Nineteen hundred hours sound good?"
"Of courze," Angela said. "I'll zee you then."
The pair shared a quick peck on each other's lips and a parting smile before Ana left Angela's office and Dr. Ziegler returned to her schematics. The Swiss woman couldn't help but wonder how much like her mother Fareeha would be.
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