It didn’t take much for her to convince the bartender that she would take care of the heavily intoxicated cowboy currently slumped over the side of the bar.
No doubt the old man’s age was starting to catch up to him and he probably was itching to get home for whatever was left of Christmas Eve, so without much though he sent the two on their way.
“Mmm who are ya?” slurred Mccree when Sombra grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him on his feet, securing an arm around his waist to prevent him from falling over in his drunken stupor.
“Your guardian angel,” she replied in a sarcastic tone, “listen cowboy, how about you shift some of that weight of yours on your own feet? You’re crushing me!”
She knew he was going to need help staying up right but come on he wasn’t drunk enough where he needed to be carried!
“Sorry darlin’… where are we goin’?” he half asked half yawned, trying his best to stay awake and not lean completely on his new companion, he wasn’t in the mood to be snapped again.
“You’ll see, let’s get moving.”
She chose not to give him too much detail of where they were currently headed as much of her life’s philosophy consisted of her giving as less information as possible and extracting as much as she could in return.
It didn’t take too long for them to walk, or in this case, hobble down a couple blocks to their destination. Unlike the surrounding buildings in the area, the one Sombra had led them to had a more worn down appearance, most likely from it having survived the Omnic Crisis while the others had been rebuilt.
“Wait here,” she instructed her drunk companion as she shifted out of sight, earning a confused double take and raised eyebrows from Mccree. His mind had been in a haze ever since he stepped foot into Dorado, having been expecting the same ol’ same ol’ as any other year.
This new found adventure however had woken him up from the mind numbingness he had been feeling all night. He knew he was drunk, but even then he was still able to take in details of his surroundings, a trait a wanted gunslinger needed to adapt to for survival.
Ever since she had picked him up from the bar, he had been racking his brain trying to find a connection to where he knew her from. Judging by her appearance, she looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties.
Normally he would have tried to get away from such friendly strangers who typically were after the huge bounty he had on his head, but something in his gut told him to stick around. Maybe she knew something about Olivia?
His thoughts were interrupted by the woman’s sudden reappearance next to him, causing him to almost jump out of his skin. She covered his mouth in case of a yell and pointed towards the alleyway.
He gave her an annoyed look before nodding that he understood and followed her, leaning against the building for support.
She motioned over for him to follow her into the building, which signaled his brain to keep his hand on his gun should there be any surprises behind the corner.
He managed to surprise quite a number of bounty hunters at how well he could still shoot while intoxicated, which in the gunslinger’s mind served them right for being cowards and trying to arrest someone while they were drunk.
Mccree squinted his eyes as his sight adjusted to the darkness of the room he found himself in. There was some light from the bare bulb hanging over what he assumed was the kitchen table and from the various computer screens but it still had a secret lair vibe to it.
He approached one of the glowing screens situated on the large computer desk in the center of the room, careful to steady himself so as to not topple over on the expensive looking technology.
The screen he was currently looking at had an article displayed about a recent information breach in Numbani with some lines highlighted, perhaps his new acquaintance was a journalist.
Moving over to the next monitor however, he found information that indicated perhaps she was after something more. Open on this screen were various files on former Overwatch members such as Jack Morrison, Ana Amari, Gabriel Reyes, who was this girl?
His breathing quickened when he turned around and came face to face with another monitor that had a recent picture of him along with a police report from the train incident in Houston. Screw his gut, he needed to get out of here.
“Hey there,” came the woman’s voice from off to the side, causing him to quickly jerk around and almost stubble over, the sudden pulse of adrenaline waking him up from his previous drunken stupor.
She was sitting at one of the chairs at the kitchen table with her feet propped up, arms crossed over her chest. Looked like a regular interrogation routine to him.
Feeling the haze of alcohol fade from his mind, he stood up to his full height, sizing up his “captor” should the need for physical confrontation arise.
“Who the hell are ya and whaddya want with me?” He demanded, hand on his gun and eyes fixated on the woman’s.
A sly smile grew as she lowered her feet and propped her elbows on the table, motioning with her eyes for the cowboy to take a seat across from her.
He hesitated to follow her suggestion of taking a seat but settled instead for standing in front of the chair, eyes never leaving hers for a moment.
“I’m hurt Jesse,” she said in a fake sad voice “do you honestly not remember me?”, grin shifting over to a pout.
“Can’t say that I do little lady. Why? Should I? You clearly want me to seeming that you’ve been stalking me.”
She leaned closer to him, allowing for a better view of her eyes. The deep pools of indigo reminded him of someone.
“Well, how about your name? Maybe that’ll ring a bell?”
“Sombra”
“That’s an odd name and sorry darlin’, it don’t ring a bell. How’s about I ask you some questions?”
The hacker raised an eyebrow at his request but nodded in agreement.
“Alright then, were you around for the Omnic Crisis that happened here ‘bout twenty years ago? Been looking for someone that I lost back then.”
She swallowed hard at the last comment, surely he couldn’t have been talking about her? The knot in her throat grew as she held onto her composure and nodded “yes.”
“I know there were thousands of orphans left behind but I’m looking for one in particular, she’s be about your age give or take.”
She felt her eyes start to fill with unwanted tears and her breathing sped up.
“You okay?” He asked in a softer tone than he had been previously speaking in, “What’s the matter?”
“…you’re looking for Olivia, aren’t you?”
Mccree was taken aback at this, how did she know who he was looking for? Had someone from Overwatch picked her up? The only people that knew about her were Angela and Gabe. Had something happened to her?
He wanted to word his response in a manner that didn’t give away any weakness but unfortunately his emotions got the better of him, which led him to simply blurt out a “yes, why?!”
Sombra’s mind felt like it was spinning a thousand miles per hour as she took in the fact that after all this time he had been looking for her as well. She felt the tears she had been holding back begin to spill on her cheeks.
Looking up at the aged version of the seventeen year old boy who rescued her all those years ago with teary eyes, she simply responded “Because she’s me.”
At this, Mccree took in her appearance, her olive skin matching his memory of Olivia’s. Her hair was shaved on one side and dyed ombré on the other but her natural black hair was still visible, the same dark shade of the young girl.
Her age checked out and even the mole on the side of her eye hailed a familiar memory. The final and most obvious clue that he felt so stupid that he didn’t recognize before were her eyes, that mirrored those he had seen on the day they met twenty years ago.
Without a second thought, he approached the crying woman and knelt down by her side. Pushing back the chair, she dropped to her knees and embraced him tightly, the affection returned by him.
As they held each other for what felt like forever, Sombra explained how she had been hacking into different databases trying to locate him while Mccree laughed about coming every Christmas in hopes of finding her here in Dorado.
Huddled together on the floor, in the same way they met all those years ago, they vowed not to ever lose track of one another again.
LEGIT SHED SOME TEARS AT THIS – I LOVE HOW THEY MEET UP AGAIN AND THEY FINALLY FIND ONE ANOTHER BUT THE LEAD UP!? SOMBRA’S VULNERABILITY?! GAHHHHH MY HEART!! 😭😭😭❤️️💜❤️️💜
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