Part One: Awake
I was super in love with this prompt, and then it tried to kudzu its way out of my hands so that was a thing. So now it’s kind of… divided into 3 parts? Because this thing would’ve never seen the light of day due to me obsessively picking at it and going back instead of moving forward. By chopping it up it’s… somehow a lot easier to move forward.
This will ideally eventually feature some of my headcanons about the
fall of Overwatch, slightly modified to apply better to this particular fic B)
Also mildly canon-divergent in regards to Mercy’s position and role in the
story/organization, shh, don’t worry I promise I
kind of know what I’m
2068 – OVERWATCH, ZÜRICH HEADQUARTERS
“The Iceland labs have gone dark, sir.”
Jack stood slowly from his desk, eyes slowly narrowing as the words sunk in, sent the gears in his head turning.
“What do you mean they’ve gone dark?”
Lab goes quiet, lights out, alarmed yelling, the first round of a firearm cracking into the darkness.