(Sorry this is a day or two late! I was having the worst headache last night/ most of today)
Mccree adjusted his hat as he felt the train come to a complete stop, jerking him forward while doing so. Standing up from his current hiding spot on top of one of the train cars, he stretched his back and found relief as a series of cracks ran up his spine.
He needed to find a way to clear his name soon or find a better disguise, riding on top of trains was starting to get old.
Without making too much noise, the vigilante gunslinger grabbed the few belongings he had brought for his “trip” and silently climbed down the side of the train, trying his best to stay out of sight.
He adjusted his red serape around to cover his torso and his mechanical hand. Pulling his hat over enough to conceal part of his face, he blended into the crowd of people that were making their way from the station into the busy streets of Dorado.
Little had changed since his last visit exactly a year ago. People were running around the market place making last minute purchases, others rushing to make it in time for dinner, such was the hustle and bustle of the holiday season
Not that he could relate, the cowboy hadn’t had a traditional Christmas since the days of Overwatch. Bringing back memories of those day reminded him of his personal mission and reason for visiting.
Olivia, the young girl he had found hiding from the approaching Omnic terror under a table over twenty years ago. He had left her in the care of Angela as he needed to return to the city and continue the evacuation efforts.
Unfortunately, that would be the first and last time he would ever see little Olivia. While on one of the final round trips to evacuate all civilians, Mccree’s unit became surrounded by an Omnic squadron.
The confrontation wiped out half of his comrades and left him bleeding out from having his left arm blown off. Having passed out from the initial shock, he woke up hours later in an infirmary outside of the city.
From there they transported him to a hospital for surgery and recovery, forcing him to leave his promise to return for Olivia broken. Mccree vowed to return back to Dorado as soon as he was cleared by the doctors.
However, life for the cowboy would only get worse from there. Following his accident shortly afterwards came the political unrest about the role Overwatch had in the Omnic Crisis which then lead to the discovery of Blackwatch by government agents, fanning the flames of distrust in the eyes of the media and public.
That was the straw that broke the camel’s back or in this case broke everyone’s confidence in Overwatch, causing chaos to ensue from public anti-Overwatch riots to internal sabotage between members of the organization.
The stress from years of unrest prior to and after the downfall of Overwatch had pushed Olivia to the back of Mccree’s mind, keeping his promise broken for another ten years.
It was only after the dust had cleared and Overwatch disbanded that the Cowboy was left to figure out life on his own. His name had been left tainted as a result of being affiliated with Blackwatch, leaving him to seek out what some would call “dishonorable” work as a bounty hunter.
One of his jobs brought him back to the city he had vowed to return all those years ago, the city he had last seen engulfed in flames, where he lost his arm and broke his promise to a ten year old girl.
Trying to find a now twenty year old orphan from the Omnic Crisis was like finding a needle in a hay stack. He couldn’t exactly go to the authorities or find public records as they were most likely destroyed from the assault on the city all those years ago.
Mccree therefore resorted to asking townsfolk if they could remember a ten year old orphan girl named Olivia. It had been so long that he could barely picture her face in his mind, not that a description would have done him any good as there were thousands of orphans left behind from the war.
Despite not being able to find any information on his lost friend, every year around the holidays the Cowboy made it a tradition to return to Dorado in hopes of maybe someday being reunited with Olivia.
Every year he would take a stroll around the whole town, eyes darting constantly and ears perked up, searching for maybe a clue that could lead him to finding Olivia.
And every year yielded the same result, raised hopes that needed to be cleared up by some whiskey and thus he would make his way to his favorite bar in the city, Calaveras.
This year was no different from any of the others, his search had left him once again empty handed and in need of a drink. He greeted the old bartender when he entered the bar and sat at his usual spot off to the left side.
“The usual please Raoul,” the tired vigilante grumbled, tipping his hat and placing a bill on the bar “And keep’em coming.”
The night went on without much excitement, there were a couple other patrons at the bar besides him, just a bunch of sad, lonely people that the holidays and world had forgotten about.
“Raoul my friend,” slurred the cowboy, “y’all got anything better behind that bar? I’m needing to do a lot more forgetting if ya know what I mean.”
The bartender rolled his eyes and shook his head before lifting up the divider and allowing the drunken cowboy behind the counter.
Mccree picked up a near full bottle of what he assumed was some type of whiskey and placed a larger bill on the counter. Helping himself to a clean glass, the vigilante poured himself an almost full glass of the brown liquor and downing it almost as fast as he had poured it.
“Mmmm, much better,” was all he could muster out before he started feeling the effects of the stronger alcohol kick in, forcing him to close his tired eyes. His drunken state had numbed his senses to the lovely lady that had just walked into the bar.
Sombra grimaced as she walked into Calaveras, she should have been happy that Talon had allowed her to return home for the holidays but a recent leak of information about her involvement in Katya Volskaya’s escape leading to a scolding from Gabriel had her in a sour mood.
At least she could get her mind off of it for a little bit with some drinks from her favorite bar. Summers were usually the time she would come in for a visit but the loneliness from the holidays had dragged her out of her lair and into the bar.
Sitting at the far right side of the bar, she flagged down Señor Raoul and made her request, scanning the facility as she did so for anything or anyone of interest. One figure caught her eye, a hunched over man at the opposite end of the bar whose face was currently obscured from her sight.
Her eyes dusted over him, taking in the old red serape that was draped across his shoulders, his mechanical hand that he was currently resting his head on, but most importantly was the old cowboy hat he was wearing.
It brought back memories of the teenage boy that had saved her from the crumbling city, the boy that promised to come back and never returned. She had yet to find any new revelation on his current whereabouts, which had led her to assume he was probably dead.
But it seemed that tonight, fate had a surprise in store for the both of them that would put an end to their searching for one another.
The hacker’s eyes widened when Mccree turned his face over in sleepy, drunken stupor, revealing to her an aged version of the Overwatch agent from twenty years ago.
“…No fucking way…”
ALL THIS TIME HE WAS LOOKING FOR HER TOO – HE NEVER FORGOT EVEN WITH ALL THE CRAP THROWN AT HIM DIOS MIO!! mi corazón…
First off, thank you for the dedication!?!?!? i dunno what i did to deserve that b/c your stories are 😚👌🏽 you made me believe that this pairing wasn’t dead after a huge dry spell of content!
I’d been waiting for an update for this story for so long and we finally got it…I can only wait in anticipation for what’s going to happen next BUT PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF – I hope you feel 100% better soon! Thank you for always providing such wholesome mcsombra content for us thirsty gremlins (mainly me) 💓💓💓
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