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Wonder

A/N: This one-shot is based off of "I Can't Help But Wonder" from Epic: The Musical Ithaca Saga.

"What was she like?" Miracle asked.

"She was like any other person I've ever met. She was strong, confident, and had a bit of an ego. But she was my best friend, my partner in crime. When we were out in the Wastelands, everyone knew that if one of us was around, the other wasn't too far behind. We were a package deal," I chuckled.

"How come she's not 'ere?"

"She had a duty," I said. "And unfortunately, she left before you were born. And she missed out on a big portion of your life."

"Did she have to go?"

"She didn't have a choice."

"We always have a choice."

"'er choice was die with 'er family or fight for 'er family."

"But wouldn't she risk dyin' fightin' for us?"

"She wanted to go out knowin' that she fought to protect us. If she sat idly by and somethin' happened to us, she'd never forgive 'erself for it. She wouldn't be able to forgive 'erself if she knew she could do somethin', if she knew she could make a difference."

Miracle shook her head, "It wasn't fair."

"I know it wasn't fair, but she honestly didn't think she'd be away for this long. A year or two at most is what they told us."

"But it's been fifteen," Miracle sighed.

"I know, Miracle. I want to believe she's still alive."

"What if she's not?"

Tears filled my eyes as she asked that. Miracle's hardened expression softened once she saw how her words hurt.

"I-I'm sorry," she said.

"No, no," I reached over and grabbed her hand. "It's a hard truth that I will need to face. I want to believe she's alive, hold onto that sliver of hope. But we can only wait."

"I wonder," she whispered.

"About?"

"If I gained anything from 'er."

"Well," I pulled out a picture of Odessa. "Ya definitely have 'er eye shape and eye color. That was what drew me to 'er in the first place," I smiled. "It was how 'er eyes looked like they were on fire. Sometimes, they almost looked like honey."

"I can't wait to meet 'er."

"Ya will one day, Miracle."

I opened the door to the office building and was met with the dark surroundings of it. It was late at night and the lights were off. I took in a deep breath as I staggered into the building. A knife was in my stomach and blood dripped onto the ground. I fell to my knees and let out a grunt as the knife moved just slightly. A door opened up and the hallway lights upstairs turned on. I picked my head up and found a head of dark hair at the railing. A knife was in their hands. It was my knife actually. The person ran down the stairs and stood before me.

"Who the hell are ya?" she asked.

I picked my head up and her eyes widened. A smile danced across my face as I slowly stood up. She was only fifteen and was almost to my shoulder. I could only imagine what her mom had said to her the day she grew taller than her. She had my eye shape and color, along with my natural hair color. But she had her mom's nose shape and smile, along with her lip shape. My heart swelled as I stood before her, finally getting to see what became of the process we had gone through. If only I didn't have to leave immediately after Y/N had given birth, but it was part of the deal with Overwatch.

"Ya should know who I am," I smiled, tears filling my eyes.

"M-Mother?"

"It's me, Miracle."

"I-I can't believe it," she breathed out.

She was about to hug me, but saw the knife that was in my stomach.

"Holy shit! D-Do I need to call a doctor?"

"I've had worse," I said. "That can wait, what can't wait."

I reached over and cupped her cheek, "Is finally gettin' to meet my daughter."

"Y-Ya've been gone for so long. I-I was startin' to wonder when ya'd come home."

"My daughter, I am finally home."

"I asked mom what you were like. I was wonderin' if I gained some of your other attributes?"

"Such as?"

"Your strength," she said. "Mom would tell me stories about how your strength would be unmatched at times. That not even a man could rival ya."

I let out a hearty laugh, "Yeah. I do have many of those stories."

"I-I definitely don't have you or mom's knack for buildin' things."

"What makes ya say that?"

"Well, I've tried to work in the warehouse with 'er, but I can't seem to put things together in the right place and order."

"Did ya follow 'er instructions?"

"I did everythin'."

"Miracle," I reached down and grabbed her hands. "What ya can do with these, ya have to discover on your own. Your mom was able to build things extraordinarily well. It's no easy feat to be one of Junkertown's best welders when everyone builds their own things."

"That's the thing," she sighed. "You're known for your strength, mom's known for her buildin' skills, and what am I known for?"

"That, ya have to figure out on your own. Within time, ya will. Ya just gotta do what makes ya feel happy and the most comfortable. If ya don't like workin' in the warehouse with your mom, then ya don't have to. If ya want to learn how to fight like how I did, then we can train together."

"Was mom a fighter?"

"Never," I shook my head. "But she was fast as hell when we lived in the Wastelands."

"That's what she told me," Miracle smiled slightly.

"We all have our strengths and weaknesses."

"It doesn't seem like you do."

"Oh no, I have a weakness that everyone knows and everyone will exploit if I let 'em."

"What's that?"

"You and your mom," I said. "I love the both of ya more than anythin' and I'd do anythin' and everythin' to make sure you're safe."

"Even if it means bein' away from us and almost dyin'?"

I nodded my head, "I wanted ya to be safe. And if it means I die while doin' it, then it just means I did somethin' to protect ya."

Tears filled Miracle's eyes as she stepped towards me, hugging me but being cautious with where the knife was.

"I can't believe you're home."

"I am home, Miracle."