Family Values

"Lena! Get back here with my hat!"

Bastion looked around, trying to find the source of this new voice it heard, but was distracted by Tracer dashing by. A second, taller figure was hot on her heels, catching up to her and causing Bastion's head to spin around comically. Regaining its bearing, the Omnic grabbed the unknown man and pull him away from its friend, trying to ignore his angered yells.

"Hey! Get off'a me! You wanna go, bud? You wanna GO?!" The man yelled with a heavy Boston accent, trying to punch Bastion with his long, lanky arms, before Tracer was able to break them apart.

"Don't worry, love." The British woman patted Bastion on its shoulder plate, giving the man the red hat she had stolen from him. He snatched it from her hand and put it back on with a huff, crossing his arms and glaring at the girl. "Don't be like that, Jeremy." Lena sighed, "You know what mum would sa-"

"Would you stop lecturing me on what ma would say, Lena. I know what MY ma would say."

"She's just as much my mother as she is yours!" The woman responded in a heartbeat, giving Bastion the idea that this wasn't the first time they've had this argument.

"She was my mom first, and me and the boys were happy, and then you and your-"

"Bastion!" Lena loudly changed the subject, making the Omnic jump from the abruptness of it, "This is Jeremy, he's my brother."

"Half brother." The man, Jeremy, corrected, "We share the same mom, but my dad was from the good ol' US of A. Not from that tea-drinking land for pansies."

"Sorry about him, Bastion." The girl apologised, punching her brother in the arm, "If it doesn't involve baseball or fighting, he'll have none of it. My dad always tried to show him how to play cricke-"

"Don't even go there, Oxton. You know what happened the last time you wanted to bring up that weak rip-off of baseball."

"Oh yeah, I got so frustrated that I shorted out my Chronal Accelerator."

"Yeah, and Misha had to hold me back from knockin' your lights out."

"Not that you ever could, I mean, but it was good that your friend was there to protect you."

"Hold up. You think you can take me? You couldn't even win a fight on the schoolyard."

The two walk away, arguing back and forth, leaving Bastion feeling like it had somehow lost more information about Tracer than it had gained.

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I hope everybody was able to figure out Jeremy's connection to one of my favorite games of all time.