No happy Dad:76 fic this time, I'm doing angst and memories. I hope you'll enjoy it nonetheless and I plan to do a few others about other characters.

The sun was high in the sky without a cloud in sight. Mako had been walking for the past day, trying to find survivors of their assault on the Omnic base.

Everything was going well, they had reached the main reactor, he had set the charges and...

Well, it blew up.

Those damn robots had been tinkering with the reactor, probably intended to use it to create some weapon or another and now, by their fault, he could almost feel the radiations around him.

(He was responsible, he had miscalculated, he had caused the reactor to blow up) He had planned everything perfectly except from the fact that those damn robots would have transformed their reactors into a giant bomb.

He had to shed most of his clothes since he began walking, having found next to no shelter from the sun. Still, if his vision wasn't playing tricks on him (and he briefly took his gas mask off to check, it wasn't), there was a crashed car in the distance. There even seemed to be someone at the wheel!

Mako accelerated, almost running toward the car. Maybe he could repair it, this person might even help him. They could try to contact other members of the ALF, regroup,...

The car was broken and the person wasn't moving. He approached them slowly.

"Do you hear me?" he asked.

No answer came. He asked louder. Still no answer.

He opened the driver's door and shook the man who simply fell to the ground, dead. Not unexpected but not what Mako wanted to happen. With a sigh, he closed the door and opened the hood.

There was no way for him to repair the car. And even if he had all the tools in the world, he couldn't have repaired the car. Still, it offered protection against the sun's rays so Mako crawled inside, closed the door and closed his eyes. He would rest until the sun would have gone down a little.

He woke up hours later, still alone in the car with the previous owner's corpse outside. It was really starting to smell but it didn't bother Mako as much as it should have. He probably became accustomed to it while he slept. He wearily woke up and exited the car. He didn't have anything to bury the man, so he just pushed him below the vehicle before resuming his walk.

After days of wandering through the ruins of the Omnium, of his former town, he had to find someone, anyone.
Then, they would think about what to do.

...

"Hey, big guy! I want to ask you something!" shouted the young man that had made his way to Roadhog's side.

Roadhog had returned to Junkertown less than five minutes ago. With a frustrated sigh, he look at the hunched young man in front of him who was carrying a big bag. The bag wasn't too surprising, Junkrat, as the citizens of Junkertown knew him, always managed to find stuff to use and sell.

"What is it?" he asked

"Not here, I don't want too much people hearing us."

Roadhog led Junkrat to his makeshift house where he gestured him to sit while he closed the door.

"So, what do you want?" he asked again

"You take all kind of job, right?"

"What do you need me for?"

"Okay, you know the ruins of the Omnium, right? Well, about a week ago, I went there to see if there was anything valuable left."

"After fifteen years?"

"What? I'm really good at finding things. Anyway, there, I found something. I knew it would get me alot, so I came back here with it. I went to my usual guy and he told me he would see if he could find a buyer. I came back to him the following day, he said he didn't found anyone. But, the afternoon, some guy tried to rob and kill me!"

"And you think the two are related because?"

"Because he always find buyers quickly and the guy was only interested in it. Two days later, another guy tried to kill me for it!"

"So you want me to be your bodyguard?"

"Exactly! I hire you, we leave to find someone to get the thing and to show the world who we are."

Roadhog thought on it. Truthfully, the fact that Junkrat mentioned the Omnium at all had troubled him. He couldn't forget the day it blew up,neither the smell of the dead man in the car. All because of (him) those damn robots. Still, there was another thing that troubled him about the scavenger, his hair was already grey yet his voice was quite young.

"How old are you?"

"Twenty, why?"

He scoffed. So young. His new employer would be almost twenty years younger than him. Which meant he had only been five when (he) the robots destroyed everything. Only five...

"Sure, I can be your bodyguard."

"Excellent!" Junkrat took out a piece of paper and a pen, "But we've got to do a contract now. So, 'I, Jamison Fawkes, hire'" he paused. "What's your real name?"

"Mako Rutledge."

"'Mako Rutledge as guard of my personal integrity until the time at which I will decide to part of the belongings aquired into the former Australian Omnium. At which point Mako Rutledge will be granted'... What do you think of fifty-fifty?"

"Seems fair."

"'...half of the profit that will come from the selling of those belongings.' And there, I only need you to sign here."

Both of them signed the contract.

"And... done. Now, let's leave."

"Understood. Sir." Mako guessed that, if he was officialy hired as Junkrat's bodyguard, he may have to adresse him as such.

"No need for 'Sir' Just call me..."

...

The jolt as the elevator reached its destination pulled Roadhog from his thoughts about the past.

"Junkrat, I still don't think this is a good idea." he mumbled through his mask

"Come on, big guy, this suit contacted us to offer us a job. A suit wants to offer us a job. It's at least going to be better than most of our plans. Plus, he contacted us himself, that's gotta be important."

Roadhog didn't answer when Junkrat knocked, still thinking about the day the robots (he, said the same voice for the past twenty years) destroyed their home.