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Goddesses of Egypt	By : lesbiaN7ncest Category: +M through R > Overwatch Views: 10370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Angela spent about an hour with Fareeha telling her about herself and what she did for Overwatch, and she was pleasantly surprised to see that Fareeha was not only listening but actually interested in what she had to say. Angela deliberately kept speak of Fareeha's mother to a minimum in hopes that by not mentioning Ana during their conversations that Fareeha could relax a little more and they could bond a little on their own merits rather than both being linked only by the shadow cast by the older Amari woman. There was a brief link when Angela commented on Fareeha's Overwatch jacket and noted that she had it despite not actually being a member and Fareeha explained that it had once belonged to Ana and had been passed onto her several years back. Fareeha seemed rather upbeat about it and followed up with an unrelated question though, so Angela was glad that she dodged a possible bullet there.
Eventually Angela switched on her main console and up flashed the holographic image of her current prototype. She hadn't intended to show Fareeha that, particularly since it was still a work in progress, but the image immediately captured the Egyptian woman's keen eyes.
"Wait! What was that?" Fareeha asked, her voice dripping with curiosity.
Angela went back and displayed the image again. "A prototype. Or at leazt the schematics for one."
Fareeha got up from her seat, placing the tea Angela had given her on the table beside her without even looking at it, and yet still placing it perfectly in the saucer without so much as a wobble. Her large eyes were transfixed on the slowly rotating orange 3D image before her and she approached carefully and reached up with one hand tentatively. The her hand passed through the image as it extended and a small smile came to Fareeha's lips. Angela just looked on with a warm smile as she saw the almost childlike wonder on Fareeha's face. It reminded her of a photograph she'd seen in Ana's quarters of Ana and Fareeha with some of the Overwatch veterans from about a decade ago. The young Fareeha in that image had a very similar expression from Angela's memory.
"It's beautiful," Fareeha said. "You intend to wear this I take it?"
"That's the idea," Angela said as she walked around the other side of the terminal. "I'm hoping that zis will make me more efficient when helping people in the field."
"These things on the back are wings, right?" Fareeha said excitedly. Angela gave a petite nod. "You intend to fly with this suit?" Fareeha followed up with.
"That's the idea," Angela said. "It's one of a few conceptz I've come up with, but I'm not sure how it will work from a practical standpoint. The wingz have to be light, yet ztrong. I've also toyed with the idea of rocket and jet propulsion."
Angela leaned over and the image altered to show a similar concept, but with the wings replaced with more angular ones with engines attached to them. "The problem iz the weight, the noise and the fuel conzumption. It's juzt not practical for what I want."
"And you're working on this right now?" Fareeha asked hopefully.
"It iz my main focus at the moment, yez," Angela nodded as she switched it back to the most up-to-date design. "It's kind of a perzonal pet project of mine, but it haz full backing from Ztrike Commander Morrison and your mother."
Fareeha bit her bottom lip as her eyes danced over the image again and she quickly sidled around the console to Angela and took the doctor's hands in hers. Angela was taken aback somewhat by Fareeha's forthright physical contact but didn't flinch or back away as the young Amari woman looked into her eyes with large pupils glistening with eagerness.
"You have to let me help you with this Angela," Fareeha said almost as if she was pleading. "Please let me help with this?"
Angela smiled and squeezed Fareeha's hands gently back. "If courze Fareeha," Angela said. "I waz hoping to let you obzerve my work on it anyway, but zome actual help and input would be much appreciated."
"Thank you!" Fareeha said and Angela found herself squeezed in a firm hug for a few seconds. "This would mean a lot to me," Fareeha added once she'd disengaged from Angela. Angela rose an eyebrow and looked at Fareeha sideways.
"Why are you zo interezted in helping me develop thiz zuit?" Angela queried with a slight smirk. She was curious as to why Fareeha was so infatuated with her prototype.
"You'll be able to fly Angela," Fareeha said as if the answer was simple and obvious. "To soar through the air on majestic wings, the whole world beneath you."
"I take it that appeals to you quite a deal?" Angela pressed.
"Have you ever been up there?" Fareeha asked genuinely. "I don't mean inside a plane or helicopter or anything like that. I mean up there, with the fresh open air all around you?"
"Not really," Angela answered honestly.
"It's the most wonderful thing," Fareeha said. "I've been hand gliding and parachuting before. I wanted to try one of those wing suits but mother wouldn't let me. I might have to do that now that I'm eighteen and she can't stop me any more. But the point is that it's so... so..."
Fareeha seemed to struggle to find the right words. "Liberating?" Angela asked.
"Yes!" Fareeha said with a click of her fingers. "You just feel so free up there. You look down and feel like you can deal with anything. You become confident, almost fearless."
Fareeha's gaze returned to the hologram and she reached out to touch it, knowing full well her hand would pass through it again. "I've always wanted to fly, even when I was a kid. I mean to actually, really fly. And with this you'll be able to." She looked at Angela. "I want to help you do this."
"Then I would be honored to have you aboard," Angela beamed back.
Fareeha smiled and she seemed to blush. She was about to open her mouth to speak when the base communications hailing bleep sounded.
"Doctor Ziegler," an artificial voice said. "Incoming audio transmission."
"Prozeed," Angela responded.
There was another bleep and a deep, exuberant male voice with a thick German accent boomed through the speakers. "I have reason to believe that a certain Fareeha Amari is on station right now and probably in your lab Doctor," it said. "Is my intel correct?"
"Uncle Wilhelm!" Fareeha said with a broad grin. "Yes. Yes, I'm here!"
"Aaaaah! It is good to hear you voice child!" Reinhardt's recognizable voice said. "You mother and some of the rest of us have just returned home for the day. Join us in the cafeteria if you may!"
Fareeha looked to Angela and the Swiss woman just chuckled and smiled. "There's nothing here zat can't wait. We'll both go. Come on."
Fareeha almost seemed to race off, clearly keen to meet her old friends. Or perhaps more accurately her family. It did seem like she was part of the family. Angela hoped as she followed Fareeha that one day she would be considered truly part of the family here too. She had done so much for them already and felt more than welcome amongst the group. But she was still "the new girl" in a lot of ways, and her opinions weren't always shared by everybody in the organization. As soon as they entered the cafeteria Fareeha ran into the very wide open arms of Reinhardt Wilhelm who scooped her up as if she were still a little girl. Fareeha was soon surrounded by Torbjörn, Gabriel and others until Angela could only see the top of the Amari woman's head. Angela couldn't help but smile at the warm reunion happening before her, but then it dawned on her that there was one key figure she didn't see amongst the Overwatch greeters.
"Hey," a familiar voice said from Angela's left. And there was the missing party.
"Ana," Angela said with a smile. "Zhouldn't you be with the others?"
"I'll have time to spend with Fareeha," Ana said. "I figure she should enjoy the company of the others for now. She hasn't seen most of them for almost two years now. No need for me to spoil things for her."
"You wouldn't zpoil them," Angela consoled. "Zhe loves you."
"I know," Ana said. "But we haven't been on the best of terms lately. No need to add fuel to the fire."
A distinctive laugh rose up from the center of the crowd. "You hear that?" Ana asked Angela with a smile. "You wouldn't have if I'd been there right now."
"You're too hard on yourzelf Ana," Angela said. "And perhaps on her too."
"She already has you on her side then does she?" Ana asked with a raised eyebrow.
"Don't be zo zilly!" Angela frowned. "I'm not taking zides on this. There zhouldn't be sides to take. I'm just zaying that your daughter is a zmart, caring and idealistic young woman. And fiercely independent and ztubborn. Like somebody else I know."
"Hah!" Ana laughed back. "You've got me there."
"Zhe just wants to help like you do," Angela said and she looked towards the group in the distance. "Like they all do."
"She shouldn't have to share that burden," Ana said with a sigh, leaning against the wall at her back and crossing her arms. "I chose to do this so that she wouldn't have to. What's the point in taking a bullet for somebody if they're just going to grab a gun and shoot themselves anyway?"
"Perhaps I zhouldn't have brought this up right now," Angela said sheepishly.
"Perhaps you shouldn't have!" Ana snapped back with a glower. She then shook her head and sighed. "I'm sorry Angela. I didn't mean to snap like that. It's not your fault, I shouldn't take it out on you."
"I'm zorry too," Angela said. "I zhouldn't have pressed the issue. I'm zure you'll work things out."
"With your help, hopefully I can," Ana said as she looked across the room to see Fareeha arm-wrestling with Torbjörn while the others cheered around them. Mercy looked on too and only then realized how well toned Fareeha's arms were, perhaps even more so than her mother was. Fareeha was by no means as bulky as Torbjörn or Reinhardt in the arm department by a long shot, but she looked stronger than most women Angela had seen. Not grotesquely so as she maintained the look of a woman still.
"Look Ana, I can zhow Fareeha a path to follow," Angela stated. "But I can't force her to take it. And I wouldn't even if I could."
"I know," Ana said with a solemn nod. "I just hope maybe she can learn from you and realize that there are ways you can still help those in need without having to take lives. I may not be able to stop her from wanting to be like some of them, but I can at least try to stop her from becoming like me."
"I'm zorry to zay this but... I think you're already too late for that," Angela told Ana bluntly. "Zhe is already so much like you Ana. When we first met I thought zhe was you stepping through a time machine. The more I spoke with her, the more of you I zaw in her."
Ana turned to Angela and the Swiss doctor expected to see anger, but instead it looked like sadness or regret was plastered across Ana's features.
"It's not a bad thing Ana," Angela said, placing an hand on Ana's shoulder and trying to sound as warm and earnest as she could. "You are the mozt wonderful perzon I have ever met. You cannot tell me that Fareeha rezembling that is a bad thing."
Ana blushed and looked away, then gazed back at Fareeha and the others. She managed a smile and looked back at Angela. Dr. Ziegler tried to look reassuring as she returned a smile but Ana's faltered.
"I... I need some time to think about things," Ana said with a sigh. "But... thanks. You've given me some things to consider."
Ana turned to leave but Angela placed a hand on the Egyptian soldier's shoulder, causing her to stop.
"Perhaps between the two of us we can work together and prepare Fareeha for the path zhe has chosen better," Angela suggested. "If you push her away zhe may chooze to do what zhe wants anyway, but not be prepared to deal with it. But if you zupport her, even if you don't fully approve of it, you'll at least still have each other and zhe'll be able to cope with what's to come better."
There was a moment of silence before Ana simply answered "we'll talk later" and walked out of the cafeteria. Angela sighed and looked back to the laughter going on behind her. The corners of her mouth curled up for a moment before she gave a bittersweet glance directly at Fareeha and turned away to head back to her lab. Now was time for Fareeha to spend with her family, and Angela wasn't quite part of that yet. When Fareeha was good and ready Angela knew she would return to her to help with the suit. Angela wasn't sure what it was but as she walked through the corridors back to continue her work she felt rather more lonely than she had before. Angela was used to working alone a lot of the time, but something about spending the last few hours with Fareeha had made her current absence result in a strangely empty feeling. Angela found she was looking forward to when Fareeha would next grace her presence and she wasn't sure why. She wondered if it was something to do with the strong force of personality that seemed to glow from Ana's daughter that had hit Angela when they'd first met.
Angela was pleasantly surprised when the chime to her door rang less than an hour later and it was Fareeha who walked in with a friendly grin.
"Sorry I abandoned you there at the cafeteria Doctor Zieg-- Uh... Angela," she apologized.
"That's quite okay," Angela responded. "I underztand the want to catch up with your old friends after all this time."
"You should have joined us," Fareeha said as she took a seat in the chair she had been using earlier that day. "You'd have been more than welcome."
"I didn't want to interrupt. I'm not quite as tight-knit as the otherz are yet. Perhapz with time I zhall be."
"I saw you speaking with mother," Fareeha said. "I take it she distanced herself on purpose too?"
"Zhe didn't want to ruin your reunion," Angela nodded. "Zhe said there'd be a time for you two to talk, but that wazn't it."
"I appreciate it," Fareeha admitted, a tinge of regret in her voice. "She would have been more than welcome though. Just as long as she didn't raise any of the issues that are going on between us. She just needed to be 'one of the boys' so to speak and she'd have been fine."
"Zhe wanted to play it zafe I think," Angela said. "I'm zure you understand."
"Yeah. I do. It was fun to see the gang again. Who knows how many chances I'll have while I'm here, they're always being called off for this, that or the other!"
"I could be too keep in mind," Angela said forwardly. "Don't think that becauze I don't fire the guns that I don't get taken along. That's what this zuit is for."
"But you don't like to go out there, do you?" Fareeha asked.
"Yez and no," Angela said. "I'd prefer that I didn't have to. But if theze things are going to happen, then I'm more than glad that I can try to help out in whatever way I can."
"Mother says something quite similar," Fareeha said with downcast eyes. She looked back up at Angela. "I can see why she chose you to be my mentor here. Your ideals are very much alike. And if you don't mind me saying this, but you seem wise beyond your years."
"Thank you," Angela said with reddened cheeks. "You too are very mature for a woman who has not long left high zchool."
"Most girls my age don't understand the world," Fareeha said with a frown. "It's not entirely their fault, they didn't have the advantages I did thanks to mother and Overwatch. But their problems are so small and petty, yet they act like the world is collapsing around them. They don't know that it very well could, but not for any of the reasons they care about."
"It muzt be hard to feel distanced from your peers like that?" Angela said.
"If you could call them 'peers' given the circumstances," Fareeha answered with a somewhat self-deprecating smirk. "But yeah... it's tough sometimes. But then I just get over it. That isn't a real problem. What Overwatch deals with are the real problems."
"Don't diminish things that bother you too much," Angela warned. "Zmall problems may seem inzignificant compared to larger global issues that effect uz all, but they are like bee ztings. One iz merely an annoyance, but too many at once ignored can he fatal."
Fareeha leaned back and looked at Angela with a broad smile. "Like I said... wise beyond your years," she said with a wink.
Angela laughed, blushing a little at the same time. Fareeha sat up straighter and clapped her hands. "So when are we going to get started on your suit?"
"You're here to ztart that already?" Angela asked with dismay. "I thought you were juzt here for a quick chat before going back to zpend time with your old friends again?"
"I only have a month and a half to spend here before I have to get ready for service," Fareeha said. "I want to get as much of this into my schedule as possible."
"You seem almost more into thiz thing that I am!" Angela laughed as she walked over to the console to bring up the data.
"Hey, if you're not going to build and use that flying suit fast enough then I will!" Fareeha said with a wink.
The two laughed together before they began their first session working together on what would come to be known as Angela's Valkyrie swift-response suit. Neither knew at the time that it wouldn't be the only thing the two would be building together over the next few weeks.
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