Your pistol is pressed to her forehead when her lips curl up into a smile. At first you think she's going to tease you, give you that annoying smirk and taunt that you can't kill her that easily. Hell, you expected she would have grappled away by now, but she's still just lying there on the ground under you. Her eyes meet yours and your breath hitches in your throat. Her eyes are so sad and the smile on her lips isn't teasing at all. She looks broken, and when her lip quivers you swear your heart breaks.

"Do it" She says, something flashing across her eyes that you can't quite read. She looks broken, and when her lip quivers you swear your heart breaks.

You almost step back from where you have her pinned to the ground as her words hit you. No, no this isn't how it's supposed to go at all. You've fought her so many times before, but you've never gotten quite so close to ending her life. When it comes down to it, you know you simply can't.

You can kill bad people who have done bad things no problem, but she's different. You want to believe she's good really, and it's all Talon's fault for the way she is. After all, they brainwashed her, made her emotionless. But clearly something had gone wrong going by the look she's giving you.

She grabs your gun, pressing it harder against her forehead as she grits her teeth and pretty much snarls at you.

"I said end it!"

This time you do jerk away, surprising both of you. You stumble back off of her, your eyes wide as for the first time in your life you're actually speechless. You want to speak, to say something cheeky and witty, and laugh off the seriousness of the conversation but you can't. She asking you to end her life and as much as you should, you can't.

"I- uh- I'll have to pass on that one, luv" you say stupidly, hoping the incredibly fake laugh you throw in for good measure is at least a little bit believably.

In reply she calmly gets to her feet and just picks up her rifle. She slings it over her shoulder before quickly meeting your gaze again "That's too bad, Cherie" she says, her voice low and even "You should always take the opportunity to kill your pray while they're in your grasp"

You want to say something back to her but you notice the way her eyes linger on you for just a second too long, that sad smile still on her lips rather than the teasing one you're used to. There's something very wrong with her tonight, and although you really shouldn't care, you really do.

"Wait" you find yourself saying, and she actually does. Her eyes are on you and you feel yourself fidgeting under her gaze "Why?"

She just stares back at you, her expression staying the same as her eyes seem to stare into your soul. "Why?" she repeats back at you, the confusion evident in her voice.

"Why are you doin' this? It isn't like ya luv. By now you would've tried to shoot me 'bout five times"

"I'm done playing our game, Cherie. It's no fun playing cat and mouse when the cat refuses to kill"

And with that she's gone. You watch as she grapples to the next building, her skin-tight suit reflecting ever so slightly in the moonlight before she's disappeared into the shadows. You stare dumbly after her, hoping with some sort of dumb luck she'll come back and tell you what's going on. She's always been one of the bad guys to Overwatch, but you know deep down she isn't what she seems at all.

With a sigh, you holster your guns and turn away from where you last saw her. One day you'll figure out what her deal is, but until then you still have your own life to live. Without much thought, you zip across the rooftops towards home, deciding just for tonight you don't want to walk along the streets like normal people do.

After taking a quick detour in some attempt to clear your head, you arrive home at your flat. You find yourself staring at the front door, trying to will yourself to forget about tonight and pretend everything is completely fine. So, you do what you do best and fake a smile before pushing the door open.

"Emily? I'm home" You shout, trying to sound as enthusiastic as possible

"I'm in the kitchen" comes a reply and you find yourself blinking there as quickly as possible. So quickly In fact that you nearly crash into your girlfriend who is humming softly to herself while she stirs what appears to be a cup of tea. She taps the spoon onto the side of the cup twice before dumping the spoon into the sink. By now, she knows not to be surprised when she turns around and you're suddenly standing there. Instead she smiles and hands you the cup in her hands.

"Two sugars, just how you like it"

"What about you-"

"Aw hush, the kettles just boiled I'll make myself one the now"

"Thanks luv" you say with your signature smile and little salute. She seems to look at you strangely for a moment, before turning back to the draining board and grabbing herself another cup. You try not to think too much into that as you make your way through to the living room and plop down onto the couch. As you're sipping on your tea, your mind wonders back to Widowmaker and what tonight was all about. Something about it just doesn't sit right with you at all.

"Hey, budge up" Emily says with a grin as she tries to nudge your legs off the couch. You happily comply, bringing your legs up to your chest and giving her space to sit down. She immediately turns towards you, cup cradled in both hands as she seems to study your face for something. Her eyes are still on yours when she takes a sip from her cup, and for some reason it scares you. The way she's looking at you is so serious, like she wants to say something really important but-

"Rough day, huh?" she eventually says, her eyes peering over the cup still at her lips.

"What?" you ask, trying to brighten your expression but realising that makes your happiness look even more fake than before "What would make ya say that?"

"You would've been talkin' my ear off the moment you got in the door if it wasn't"

"Nah luv, I'm just a bit tired, honest"

"Tired, you?" she says, her eyebrows raised with an amused smile on her lips "Don't think I've ever seen you tired in the entire time I've known ya"

You grin, secretly sort of happy she knows you so well "Okay, okay, you got me. I'm not tired, I'm exhaustedddd" You say, drawing out the word with that stupid grin on your face, it widening when she giggles and places her cup on the coffee table.

"Lena, I love you and all that, but you are the worst liar I've ever met" she says, her eyes on yours once again and you realise that you're not gonna get away with any more excuses. Emily has always been good to you, always listened when you've needed her too. She's still getting used to you going off on missions and fighting dangerous people but she deals with it well. You've lost count of the amount of times you've come home with scrapes and bruises and she's just laughed at you before getting the first aid kit and fixing you up.

"Come on, what's up?"

You think of just making another stupid joke and trying to change the subject but then she touches your hand attentively and looks at you with real concern in her eyes, and you realise you have to tell her. It's not like you could just wait it out and vent to Angela or Winston later, they would give you the biggest lecture for letting widow go, never mind actually considering wanting to try help her.

"It's, well. It's a long story luv, really boring and work related, honest"

"And you always tell me boring work related stories, so spill"

"Okay, right. So, there's this woman, 'er name's Widowmaker and she works for the bad guys-"

"-That purple one you're is always complaining 'bout, right?" Emily says, that amused smile back on her face. You know you've talked about widow before, hell you vaguely remember having a drunken rant on how much of a bitch she was for nearly sniping your ear rings off one day. Not one of your finest moments you have to admit. Especially when you went on to talk about how great her ass was and Emily couldn't stop laughing.

"Yeah, right so normally she's like totally serious and shooting me constantly, but tonight she was way too serious, like she didn't even put up a fight, I had her flat on her back in like two seconds"

"You been wooing other girls Lena; do I have competition now?" Emily says with a smirk and you feel your cheeks heat up at her words and you push her shoulder lightly with a grin.

"Ay, shut it you. I'm trying to tell ya the story"

"Right, right. Go on then"

"So she isn't puttin' up a fight and I'm like, hold on a minute what's going on here? I've got my gun to her head and she- she tells me to bloody kill her! Like this is scary assassin Widowmaker who doesn't feel emotions, and she's just like oh yeah Lena it's no big deal just pull the trigger an' that"

A silence falls upon you both, and for a split second you wonder if you've maybe said too much. Yes, Emily is your partner and cares about you and you're supposed to be able to tell her anything, but this just isn't anything. This is you talking about a woman who has tried to kill you several times, who you want to help even though it stands against everything you're supposed to mean.

"Hmm, you care about her then" Emily simply says, picking up her cup and finishing off the last few drops of her tea. You think on her words, realising for maybe the first time that...yeah, you actually do care about what happens to her.

"It's not…It's not that" You find yourself saying, looking at the white rug spread across the floor "Like, it's just weird that she's suddenly saying this stuff, ya know?"

"You don't believe she's bad at all, you want to help her" she says like it's the most obvious thing in the word. Your eyes snap up to hers but she doesn't look angry, she looks calm and she's giving you that cute little smile you love.

"How do ya always read my bloody mind like that? It's kinda scary luv"

"You're like an open book babe…and you do know you talk about her every single time you fight with her"

You groan, shoving your face in your hands before you can see that knowing smirk you know is going to be on your girlfriend's face. She just laughs, shuffling closer until she's leaning into you and prying your hands away from your face. You take one look at her before your closing the gap between you and pressing your lips to hers. She hums appreciatively and cups your cheek with her right hand. You want to keep kissing her forever, but you know she won't let you cop out of a conversation by doing this.

"You're not mad about this, are ya?" you ask softly, her breath still hot against your lips when a little gush of air passes her lips in a small laugh.

"Why would I be mad?"

"I don' know. It's just such a stupid thing to think, that she's still good and it's Talon's fault she's killin' people and that"

"It's not stupid if you think it isn't. I can't exactly help you, that is unless you want me to set up a trap and catch her in a net" she laughs, her eyes twinkling in that special way they always do "But I'm here for you, whatever you wanna do 'bout this"

"Thanks, luv" you say, giving her a quick affectionate peck on the lips but before you can even try turn it into something more she pulls out her phone and opens her contacts. You lean over her shoulder, watching and she scrolls down her contacts until she gets to Winston's name.

"What're ya doin?"

"Asking Winston to send over all the files on Widowmaker, he'd never give them to you 'cause he knows what you're like. But I bet I can make up some excuse to why I need them"

You grin, pressing a kiss to her cheek "See, now this is why I love you"