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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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It had been two days since Angela had promised Ana to take Fareeha under her wing. Incidents had been at a minimum over that time and that's the way Dr. Ziegler liked it. Not only did it give her more time to focus on her suit schematics, but it meant that people weren't getting hurt, be they innocents, her friends and colleagues and even her enemies. When things went bad, Angela was one of the few in Overwatch who didn't discriminate between targets. Innocents and allies would receive care first in most cases, on a case-by-case basis depending on who was evaluated to be the most critical. But Angela would otherwise treat her enemies like she would those she was sworn to protect. Life was precious to Angela, no matter what form it took. Being out in the field was a mixed bag of emotions for her, and already in her short time with Overwatch she had a lot of bittersweet memories. The thrill of helping those in need was an amazing high juxtaposed by the seemingly bottomless pit that was losing somebody. To answer the call of duty was both a thrill of adrenaline and a swirling cloud of dread within Angela's stomach. But she knew she couldn't stop, even if the lows sometimes outweighed and overpowered the highs. The world needed her, or at least people like her. She didn't think she was any better than anybody else, merely that all people should value life. But if they did then Overwatch wouldn't be needed any more.
That's why Angela and Ana clicked so fast. While Ana was a soldier she was not proud of the lives she had to take in the line of duty, much like Angela didn't like to lose anybody in the line of duty. Both of them didn't like aspects of their work, but knew that these were things they had to deal with. Perhaps in order to preserve humanity there are those that must sacrifice a little of theirs to ensure that others don't have to. It wasn't an easy thing for either of them to agree with, but they could at least accept it. They both had to. And those times you succeeded and saw the smiles on the faces of the ones who came through it all, those who you saved and protected during it all, made it all worthwhile, even if it sometimes didn't seem like it. This is where Angela's thoughts were as she looked over her latest prototype designs for her suit. With some help from Torbjörn as per Ana's suggestion she finally thought she may have something a bit more viable.
"Doctor Ziegler. A visitor has arrived for you at Docking Bay Three," a artificial voice announced from a speaker above Angela's head.
"Thank you," Angela responded as she pressed a button on a nearby console. "Inform ze personnel there that I zhall be there zhortly."
"Acknowledged," the voice responded, following by a closing-signal bleep.
Angela gulped down the last dregs of tea from a mug emblazoned with the Overwatch insignia and left her office, electronic doors closing and locking behind her in two efficient motions. Angela strode through the corridors of the facility with a graceful swiftness, more akin to an older businesswoman than the average 23 year old. Her attire was simple: a long-sleeved plain while blouse with the arms rolled up and a knee-length brown skirt. Her platinum blonde hair was tied back into a respectable ponytail and her black high-heeled shoes clacked and echoed upon the hard, smooth floor as she walked. The corridors were mostly empty, with Angela only passing the odd lackey along the way. In about five minutes she arrived at the docking port, entering as the doors made way for her.
"Doctor Ziegler," a fairly plain looking man in overalls said as he approached her. "It's good to see you."
"Of courze Ted," she smiled. "I only wish zometimes I had a more leisurely zchedule and could vizit more often. How are Elizabeth and Zteven?"
Angela knew Ted a little. Not a great deal since their paths rarely crossed, but she always made an effort to get to know everybody on staff on somewhat of a personal level. To many Ted was just another face behind the scenes amongst many. Not to Angela. Ted was a person. These were all people, no matter how small a role they played, and Angela liked to treat them as such. To Angela the janitor who cleaned the bathrooms was just as important and significant as Jack Morrison himself. Overwatch was an organization of many, not just a few key figureheads.
"They're good," Ted answered casually, jerking his head to the left to signal Angela to walk while they talk. "Elizabeth is still looking at plants under microscopes. And it's hard to believe Steven will be at high school soon."
"They grow up zo fast," Angela said. "Or at least zo I'm told by Ana."
"Funny you should mention her," Ted said. "Captain Amari stopped by earlier this morning. She and some of the others had to take off on some mission. She didn't go into details, but just said to contact you when her daughter arrived. She also said to tell you she was sorry she couldn't be here to introduce you in person."
"I'm zure I can handle the introductions without her," Angela chuckled. "A shame she didn't have the time to tell me herzelf." Angela's voice grew curious. "And that zhe went on a mission without me."
"Probably some covert op," Ted shrugged. "I'm too low down the chain to know though. Strike Commander Morrison is still here so it wasn't anything too major I'd wager. I'm sure they'll be fine. They probably don't plan on getting hurt."
"What they plan on happening and what actually happens can be two different things," Angela almost said, but instead she kept it merely as thoughts.
"Here she is," Ted said. "Good luck. I'd stay but I've got to check over a shipment coming in at Bay Eight."
Ted left Angela standing there looking at a figure facing away from her. The woman was staring out at the snow-covered mountain beyond the long glass windows that dominated the wall before her. Angela smiled and began to approach, but found herself lost for words as the figure turned around and looked at her. Dark blue jeans led up to what appeared to be a lighter blue tank top save for a vertical stripe running down the center of the garment, pulled tight against a prominent chest. The woman's shoulders and upper arms were covered by a faded green jacket with the Overwatch logo upon one arm while a pair of dark sunglasses perched upon her nose and a large duffel bag dangled at her right side. The sag of the bag itself looked heavy, and yet she showed no signs of straining to hold it given the positioning of her right arm. She had the same mocha colored skin as Ana, stood with the same upright and proud poise and had the same rich dark hair, albeit in a shorter, shoulder-length style. And when she lifted her sunglasses up a moment later she revealed that she had almost the same eyes and nose too.
Angela didn't exactly know what to expect, but she didn't expect to be left speechless at the sight of Fareeha Amari. The 18 year old was a creature of strength and beauty and had a very strong presence that hit Angela like a runaway freight train. She could see a great deal of Ana in Fareeha, so much so that it was almost like time had rewound and she was looking at a much younger version of the woman she'd come to love so much during her tenure at Overwatch. Very few people had had such a profound effect on Angela upon first sight, and even Ana was somebody that it took Angela a while to feel any connection with. Fareeha seemed to almost glow with something that drew Angela in. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was powerful and somewhat intimidating.
"Fareeha Amari," Fareeha said as she approached Angela. She effortlessly shifted the duffel bag to her left hand and extended the right towards Angela. "Pleased to meet you."
"Huh?" Angela said, and reality came back to her swiftly. "Oh yez. Nice to finally meet you too."
Angela took Fareeha's hand and shook it. The younger woman raised an eyebrow as she reciprocated the gesture. "Is something wrong?"
"Wrong? Oh no. Nothing iz wrong," Angela said followed by an awkward chuckle. "You just took me off guard. I mean, your appearance did. You look zo much like your mother."
"I get that a lot," Fareeha said in a rather flat tone. "Everybody who knows her says I resemble her a lot. And they say it with such pride." Fareeha paused a moment and looked down and away. "Everybody except for her that is."
"Nonzense," Angela said. "She was just zaying the other day how zimilar you both were."
"I apologize, you misunderstand me," Fareeha said with a sigh that said she'd been over this before. "She doesn't deny the similarities. She is just the one that isn't proud of me because of it."
"She is juzt worried for you," Angela said. "She leads a dangerous life and wants to keep you zafe."
"She needs to realize that I'm a grown woman now," Fareeha said stubbornly. "I can make my own decisions. And I have and will. She will have to realize that. And the sooner she does the less time we can spend arguing about things while I'm here. We'll get along a lot better once that's out of the way."
Angela couldn't help but notice how stubborn and determined Fareeha was. Another set of traits she shared with Ana. Already it was dawning on her why the two Amari women would butt heads so much. Perhaps she had to take a different path to fulfilling her promise to Ana than she initially thought.
"Come," Angela said. "I shall show you where you shall be ztaying while you are here. Then we can go to ze lab and we can talk some more while I work."
"I think I know where I'll be staying," Fareeha answered as she began to follow Angela. "The same room I've stayed in for most of my visits here."
"Of courze," Angela said with a blush. "It's easy to forget zat you have probably been here more than I have."
"Yeah," Fareeha said and her tone then shifted to become a little more upbeat and casual. "It's actually thanks to me that this place is more secure in a lot of ways."
"Oh? How zo?"
"Nobody can find hiding places and security holes better than a kid," Fareeha said with a slight chuckle. "Especially when that place is essentially your home."
"Do you miss it here?" Angela asked.
"Sometimes," Fareeha admitted. "I mostly miss the people rather than the place. Torbjörn and Uncle Wilhelm. Jack too. He's Strike Commander Morrison now of course, but to me he was Jack. They're a good bunch. I guess I could say I was lucky to grow up surrounded by real heroes."
"You mother is a hero too of courze," Angela noted.
"Yeah," Fareeha agreed. She added something that seemed to catch in the back of her throat. "She's the best."
They arrived at the expected quarters where Fareeha threw her duffel bag upon the bed before they made their way to Angela's lab.
"So what's Doctor Ziegler like?" Fareeha asked as soon as the first corner was taken.
"You tell me," Angela said after a chuckle. "Everybody haz their own opinions on people. I'm not going to tell you how you should feel towards me."
Angela shook her head with another chuckle then noticed she couldn't hear any footsteps beside her any more. She stopped, turned around and noticed Fareeha was standing there with a wide-eyed, dumbfounded expression on her face quite a few feet behind her. "Something wrong?" Angela asked the young Egyptian woman.
"You... you're Doctor Angela Ziegler?" Fareeha asked in disbelief.
"Uh-huh," Angela smiled back.
"Overwatch's Head of Medical Research," Fareeha stated next. "You're that Doctor Ziegler."
"That's right," Angela nodded. "Iz there a problem?"
"Well, no but... you're... you're..." Fareeha stammered, indicating towards Angela with both hands in a looping vertical sweeping motion.
"Yez?" Angela said to try and prompt more from the Amari girl.
"You're..." Fareeha started and then she sighed. "No offense Doctor, but I was expecting a forty to sixty year old drab-looking woman with graying hair in a bun and thick-rimmed glasses or something. You're... you're... How old are you?"
"Twenty three," Angela said with a smirk. She had to admit that she was enjoying this.
"You're only five years older than me!" Fareeha said with disbelief. "You're a... a twenty three year old, blonde German beauty!"
Angela couldn't help but blush at the compliment. "Sw-swiss," she stammered in a whisper.
"Huh?" Fareeha asked.
"I'm Swiss, not German," she corrected a little louder, still rosy-cheeked. "Though I did zpend a good deal of time there too."
"Sorry," Fareeha said, it now being her turn to blush. "I meant no offense."
"I was not offended I assure you," Angela said. "Quite the oppozite in fact."
"Mother obviously didn't tell me much about you," Fareeha said. "I shouldn't have jumped to my own conclusions so early."
"We both took each other off guard today," Angela said with a broad smile. "I guess we are even, yez?"
"I guess so," Fareeha agreed with a grin. She indicated ahead with a stretched arm. "Lead on, Doctor Ziegler."
"Pleaze. Call me Angela," the doctor responded.
"Okay. Lead on Angela."
Angela nodded and the two resumed their trip to the laboratory. After a few seconds of silence Fareeha spoke up again, a rather solemn tone to her voice.
"Look... Angela. I have a fair idea given what my mother said the reasons why she is getting me to spend time with you. Like I said, she didn't tell me much about you. At least not about your background, age, appearance, et cetera. But she did give me a rundown of the type of person you are. At least in her mind."
"I zee," Angela responded, just walking and looking ahead. She didn't want to make Fareeha feel uncomfortable or pressured by looking at her. Fareeha would no doubt tell her what she has on her mind and it'd probably be easier on her if Angela did nothing to make her doubt anything. If she was like her mother she could be straight up and brutally honest sometimes.
"She painted you in a very positive light. I even got a sense that she kind of idolized you in a way," Fareeha continued. "That's rare for my mother, so I mean no offense at all with what I'm about to say. But you can't just change my opinion of things and make me change my mind about where I want to take my life. If you're going to have me around you just so you can try and indoctrinate me into my mother's way of thinking, it's well... it's not going to happen."
Angela stopped in her tracks and waited until Fareeha stopped as well. She turned to face the young Amari woman and gave her a slight smile.
"Fareeha," she said first in a way that she wanted to sound respectful and like they were on even ground. "I'm not here for any agenda and I'm not going to try and force anything on you at all. You are your own perzon and I'm not going to zpend time with you to make you do zomething you don't want to do. All I'm going to do is zpend time with you, show you what I do, talk with you and tell you about myzelf and why I do what I do. You are here to learn from me and make your own judgments, not to be brainwashed into a zertain way of thinking. Not by me, nor by your mother. I'm juzt here to try and be a guide and give you my own perzpective on my own experiences and why I am the type of perzon that I am and why I do what I do. And I do what I do becauze I choose to do it, not because anybody forzed me into it."
Angela reached up and placed a hand on Fareeha's shoulder softly then looked straight into her deep brown eyes.
"You are Fareeha Amari. You're not Ana Amari, and you're not Angela Ziegler. You have your own destiny, and you shall find it yourzelf. All your mother and I can do iz give you options, choices, advice and wisdom. The rezt is up to you."
Angela squeezed Fareeha's shoulder and gave her a warm smile before turning and resuming the journey to her lab. Fareeha stood there for a moment in thought, then found herself smiling a little herself before she continued following the doctor. Fareeha wasn't sure exactly what it was yet, but she had a gut feeling that she was going to like this Angela Ziegler.
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