It Takes Time / Reaper x fem!OC

15. Reviving the Memory

Arriving at the office, it was Winston and McCree who were there to greet her. As it was, it turned out Jack Morrison had decided to forgo the talk.

Winston looked a bit sheepish.
'I'm sure you know bits of the history between them, Sienna. He said he would prefer to distance himself, and skip the first-hand experience of you talking about it.'
The gorilla hesitantly gestured a grey hand towards the cowboy sat at the other end of the table.
'McCree offered to help me and take his place.'

Inside, the brunette heaved a heavy sigh of relief. With the old soldier's visored eyes on her, she felt she would never have been able to talk about it - the feeling of betrayal would have been too strong. She squeezed her hands together under the table, willing her heart to stay calm.

'That's a good call, Winston. It's better this way, don't worry, we can just pass the information on to Jack afterwards.'

The gorilla smiled, clearly glad to have made the right choice. Sienna kept her smile fixed on her face.

McCree, who had been merely watching over since the beginning decided to speak up and start the questioning.
'So... It was over a week that you were there for. You must have seen quite a lot of him, right darlin'?'

Banishing the memories of 'seeing' a lot more of him than she realised she should reveal, she considered her answer for a second.
'No, actually. Really not that much. He spent only a few hours in the apartment per day, and for the first few days... He only appeared for a few seconds. I was left on my own for the majority of the time.' Her voice didn't break, but it didn't sound wholly convincing either. Just tell the truth, Sienna.

Winston seemed to muse over this, moving a hand to his chin, but McCree openly seemed disappointed. 'What, so he just left you to yourself the whole time? That jackass.'

Sienna coughed a little. She knew this bit would be hard, but taking a deep breath her green eyes lifted up towards them both.
'He... He, well, kept me locked in one room, alone, for four days.' Winston's brow furrowed and McCree opened his mouth, but Sienna continued quickly before they could interrupt. 'But after that... He left the door open, and let me around the whole apartment, instead of drugging me with food to keep me sedated.'
A quiet, dark laugh came from her without warning, and she shook her head, eyes down at the ground.

'But he didn't treat me badly. Sure, he threatened me, taunted me, terrified me, but he never- ...'
Choking a little, Sienna struggled to regain control, and the broadening silence in the room was deafening.
'...he only ever hurt me once.'
The ghosting feeling of his claws around her throat squeezing -tighter and tighter - made her swallow loudly.

Winston's voice was quiet, his huge hands clenched and a pained look painted his face.

'Once is enough, Sienna.'

Still looking down at the table they sat around, she could feel both of their eyes boring into her skin, raw and tender.

McCree's voice was unexpectedly strong, but as her eyes raised she could see the emotions piercing his features as he spoke.
'Tell us how we can hurt him.'

Something about his words struck a chord within her, and a sharp sensation in her heart made her hesitate. The tips of her fingertips tingled, reminiscent of all that long night she had spent fixing him up, sewing until she bled, covered in dark blood and tangled strips of leather. I can't bring myself to do it. But it's Overwatch versus Talon, and only one side can win.

'...He uses shadows to teleport. Before he shadow-steps, the shadows around him deepen and writhe. It also makes a sound; it's quiet, but it's there.'