A month of AUs - June 4
Blackwatch was never formed. So when Overwatch picked Jesse up out of Deadlock, Reyes still took him in to make a productive member of society out of him. As a son.
(Guys I just REALLY like Dad!Reyes, okay? Gen fic this time around)
Despite having wanted to come to the celebration dinner, Jesse despised how Gabriel had conned him into wearing a proper suit. Sure, he’d promised he could keep the hat he loved so much, but failed to mention hats weren’t allowed to be worn in the dinning hall. So here Jesse sat, glaring daggers up at his father figure accepting an award on stage, while trying not to choke to death from the tight tie wrapped around his throat.
He pulled on it only once more before little Fareeha grabbed his hand. “Stop that. People are staring.”
He didn’t have the heart to tell her that people weren’t staring at them because of his fidgeting.
The front table of the UN gala was a crowd of the world’s most influential faces. The President of his own home country sat a few seats down from Jesse. Between them sat Gerard Lacroix’s beautiful wife, Amelie, looking picture perfect in a designer purple gown. She was sweet, she’d taken Jesse to get a custom suit made and coo’d over his every choice.
On the other end of the table sat UN Chairman Petras’ wife and their eldest son. The British King and Queen sat a table away, with their own entourage. Fareeha’s father sat with them, her empty chair holding her coat while she sat next to Jesse in Gerard’s empty seat.
No, let the kid think the focus was on Jesse acting like a child. Let her sit in happiness while she watched her mother on stage, a beacon of elegance and poise as she accepted a new pin to the rather impressive collection on her dress blues.
“Thank you for your service.” Chairman Petras finally finished, saluting the small group of soldiers on stage: the main Overwatch strike team. The originals.
The room erupts in applause, Jesse relaxing at last when Gabriel catches his eye and grins, breaking character for only a minute.
The after party was what Jesse had been excited for, and after bidding Fareeha and Ana Amari a goodnight, all bets were off. He fluttered from group to group, all charm and wit as he introduced himself as Jesse McCree-Reyes, son of Overwatch’s second in command. Very few people knew he’d been picked up out of a gang at the age of 17. Most people didn’t even know he existed. They believed his every word.
And his every word made them want to impress him. Within a few hours he had pocketed the personal numbers of almost every influential young adult in the room, including the crown Prince of Wales and the French President’s very interested daughter. He’d also made a list of those in the room clearly under the influence of some kind of designer drug, and made a waiter laugh long enough to slip a bug into his apron.
Gabriel didn’t want him to be an agent. Didn’t mean he stayed home and sat idly on his hands all the time. Uncle Jack taught him a thing or two when Gabriel was off on missions.
He was busy trying to figure out of the Japanese prince in attendance was high or just very drunk when a familiar hand clapped him on the back. “Yamato-sama, if you will excuse us. I must borrow my son for a few moments.”
The Prince waved them away, smartly choosing against attempting a bow in his state, and the duo made their way to a nearby hallway, the only place in the building not completely crowded. A few partygoers sat in the nearby couches, but they paid them no mind. It took all of ten seconds for Gabriel to pull an unused bug out of Jesse’s coat pocket.
“I see you’ve kept yourself entertained.”
Jesse shrugged, grinning, not the least bit concerned. “Uncle Jack bet me I couldn’t figure out who was going to be added to the UN private committee by the end of the party.”
“Right. And I take it you’ve been discrete?”
“When am I not?”
He was wearing the cowboy hat.
Gabriel chooses to remain silent as he leads Jesse to the nearby elevators. A waiting staff member holds the lift open for them and presses the main floor button. He waits for the door to close before speaking. “Russia’s Ana Volskaya was given the invitation early today. It’ll be announced when she accepts, which she probably will.”
“Aaaw. Why’d you tell me?”
“Because I want you to go back to the hotel and pack your stuff up. We got some threats from this terrorist group calling themselves Talon. They tried kidnapping Amelie early tonight and Gerard barely got to her in time. Ana and Fareeha are already on their way to the airport, and my security team should be waiting for you.”
This isn’t the first time Jesse’s had to go into protective custody because someone wanted to use one of Overwatch’s civilian family members to get to the core team. It’s still disappointing though. “Are you coming with me?”
“I’ll be meeting you at the hotel. I just need to grab Jack, flash a final photo with Petras and I’ll be on my way. Need to make things look like business as usual.”
When they reach the lobby, an armoured vehicle is waiting directly next to the main lobby doors, a group of armed men waiting. One nods to them as they near, opening the lobby door. Gabriel stops only part way through the lobby, far enough from any windows to make life difficult for any potential snipers.
Jesse doesn’t stop. “Well, I’ll go ask the guys if we can at least stop at a drive through on the way home.” Jesse makes it two steps before Gabriel grabs his arm.
“Hey. Take this seriously, won’t you?”
“I am.” He isn’t. “But come on, Gabe. These clowns already fucked up by letting you guys know they were coming. And they’d be dumber then a bag of rocks if they think of going after me. You’d burn them to the ground!”
Gabriel’s mouth twitches, but he keeps the smile down. “I’d rather not have to go on a vengeance spree in the first place, capiche?”
“Loud and clear, boss.” He shoots Gabriel a lazy salute before bouncing over to the waiting car. This time, Gabriel lets him go. He waits for the men to secure Jesse in the vehicle and pile into their own entourage.
He ignores the pit of unease in his stomach as he returns back up the elevator. The attempt on Amelie had been sub par, too easy to thwart. Sure Gerard arrived on the scene as his unconscious wife was being pulled into a car, but there were multiple witnesses who wrote down the license plates of the attacking vehicles, and the kidnappers only sent six men.
When the elevator arrived at the top floor, Jack was waiting for him. “Oh there you are. I just spoke with the security team. They’ll be here in a few minutes.”
Gabriel feels the blood in his veins go cold. He can’t breath.
Jack looks around the room before frowning.
“Hey, where’s Jesse?”