#mercy76week2

[begging-for-mercy]

“I got you.” 

[pviane]

Thank you kiss - [Mercy76week 2] - Day 2 Pre-Downfall

Newcomer Dr. Angela Ziegler thanks her Commander after Morrison saved her life her in the last combat mission. Little she knows a little kiss has a very big effect for him!

Even tho their relationship probably didn’t blossom immediately (for many reasons) I think there was a fair share of cute moments like this.

[mama-mercyyyy]

Mercy76 Week Day 2 - Pre- Downfall

Love at first sight

[imlostinatunnel]

Pocket Healers (Day 6 of Mercy76 Week)

Pocket healers come in all shapes and sizes! Including angels or old grumps. Get yours today!

[princevolker2788]

Mercy76 Week 2 – Day 4: Mom and Dad

@xavirne @mercy76week

            Hana winced as Angela scrubbed away at the cut on her cheek with a dampened rag.

            “I did tell you to wear headgear.”

            “I know.”

            Angela smirked as the young gamer tried to look away, only to turn her eyes to the medic as the stinging liquid hit the scrape.

            “Mmm…” she grumbled.

            “Alright, just be more careful in the future.”

            “OK mom…”

            Both women froze as the snarky comment hit home. Angela couldn’t help the devilish smirk that began to creep its way across her face, nor the chuckle that tickled the back of her throat.

            Hana leapt off the desk, scrambling for her coat and cell phone while refusing to make eye contact with the doctor.

            “Come again?” asked Angela.

            “Don’t look at me.” Said Hana, face glowing as pink as her suit.

            “I wasn’t aware I’d been promoted.”

            “Don’t look at me!”

            With that, Hana rushed out of the room, eyes firmly glued to the mobile device.

            The doctor chuckled to herself and began cleaning up the supplies. ‘Mom’, she hadn’t really thought of that before. Not since before the downfall…

            I wonder what Jack would think of this…

            ***

             D.va pressed on through the hallways of Watchpoint Gibraltar, ears still burning from her slip up.

            What the hell was I thinking?

            She turned the corner and nearly found herself slamming into the back of someone solid.

            “Whoops, sorry!”

            Pharah turned around with a sympathetic smile, pausing only to look over the bandage covering the younger woman’s cheek.

            “You get Angela to look over that?”

            “Yeah, mom said it was—ah, Damnit!” She shouted with a facepalm.

            Pharah covered her mouth in an effort to hide a snort, attempting and failing to hold back her laughter at Hana’s slip up.

            “If you tell anyone!”

            The taller woman set her hand over her heart.

            “S-scouts honor.”

            Hana groaned into her palm and rushed past, if she could just make it back to her room—

            “…You need to learn to slow down, think things over…”

            The gravely voice of Soldier 76 reached her ears as she passed by the cafeteria. Looking in, she saw Lena sitting atop a table, the vigilante sitting across from her. Normally she would have rolled her eyes at the man’s attempt at giving advice, but she saw a slump in his shoulders, and his head was in his hands.

            Now that she herself had stopped, she could see why. Lena’s arm was in a sling, and from the looks of it, her accelerator was flickering. Hana hadn’t paid attention to their side of the battle; barely even noticing how banged up Lena was until now.

            Despite that, the Brit was still chirpy, sitting forward and setting a hand on 76’s shoulder

            “OK Dad.”

            This got a chuckle out of the man, who stood. Lena moved forward and wrapped her uninjured arm around his side, giving him a pat on the back for good measure. 76 responded slowly, taking care so as not to injure her further. He held her tight, whispering something that Hana couldn’t understand. Lena nodded in response. Just as soon as the hug began it ended, and the two moved to the rear exit.

            Hana couldn’t help the smile that was on her lips, and, for the first time in a long time, was glad her camera wasn’t recording.

            “He’s opening up a bit more isn’t he?”

            The gamer flinched, whirling about to find Angela standing next to her, mirroring the younger woman’s grin.

            “How’d you do sneak up on me?!”

            “I’m more than a medic you know.”

            The gamer nodded, feeling her heart begin to slow.

            “Hey uh…”

            Angela cocked her head to the side.

            “Yes?”

            The young woman lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around the medic’s neck and resting her forehead against her shoulder.

            “W-What brought this about?”

            Hana tightened her grip slightly.

            “Thank you Angela, for being there.”

            The medic returned the hug, resting one hand on the back of Hana’s head and the other at the center of her back.

            “Of course. Its my job.”

            “Team mom.” Whispered the girl, the term starting to grow on her.

[mercy76week-blog]

Biannual Mercy76 Week

You wanted it so we made it happen!  

That’s right Mercy76 shippers, we’re bringing you a second Mercy76 Week this year!  The annual ship week has now become a biannual event!  

The dates and themes for this specific event were a group effort on behalf of the Mercy76 community.  A survey was created (with 10 date options and 18 theme suggestions).  Participants had one week to cast their votes.  In total, 55 shippers participated with a total number of 288 votes.

With the results in, we are proud to announce our second Mercy76 Week for 2017! It will be September 10 through 16, 2017!  So get your creative juices ready for the week-long event!

 Themes:

Sunday Theme:  Alternative Universe (AU) – Let’s throw our ship into a different world and see what happens! Will they become your favorite characters in a popular anime? Will you send them into space to save the galaxy? Where will your imagination take them?

Monday Theme:  Pre-downfall – Focus is on Jack Morrison and Angela Ziegler.

Tuesday Theme:  Post-downfall – Focus is on Soldier 76 and Mercy.

Wednesday Theme:  Mom and Dad – Because why not?

Thursday Theme:  NSFW – A day dedicated to smut!

Friday Theme:  Freestyle – Like before, you decide!  It’s a free-for-all where everything and anything goes!

Saturday Theme:  Mission – Let's see our lovebirds work together on the battlefield!

If you want to contribute with your works (fanart, fanfics/writing, photos/cosplay, videos/audio, etc.) remember to tag it so others can find it!

Event hashtags:

#mercy76week #mercy76week2 #mercy76week2017 #mercy76day1 #mercy76day2 #mercy76day3  #mercy76day4  #mercy76day5  #mercy76day6  #mercy76day7 #mercy76

We can’t wait to see what everyone creates!  Thank you so much for your support and we’ll see you this September!

Special thanks to @xavirne for designing the flyer and accompanying text and for organizing the survey for the fall Mercy76 Week event.

@xavirne’s commissioned Mercy76 artwork was done by Annabubs.

[abahwrites]

A Single Death

@mercy76week

I know this ends yesterday, but here’s my last submission for day seven: Mission

and yes, a bit free-style.

Jack,

If you’re reading this, I’d probably die or went missing... or went to search for something that I can use to... get a foothold for myself. I know you’re not good with words and how to craft it like a true craftsman and I know that I write better than you.

Jack,

I’m sorry... I shouldn’t take that mission earlier. I don’t know that this mission will cost my life... to save a lot of others. That’s a noble cause, yet my altruism is getting another foothold against my feelings and decisions. I realise that you worried about me and my illness... an incurable disease, yet I rebelled, and now I bite more than I can chew. I face the Death himself.

It has been two days since the first initial attack, many recognised me KIA, but I managed to open my eyes a bit for 0.5 seconds every time a fresh reinforcement come in. The lights flickered uncontrollably, and all I can see is a blurred vision of the world. I don’t know how many times left for me to open my eyes and see you for the last time, nevertheless, I had a little story that I’d like to share with you if you found me take a long dirt nap, under the desk near an old radio.

*

Death sat down beside me. “Angela, what a beautiful name for a Shield-Maiden,” he complimented. “I long to see another Shield-Maiden in the Land of the Dead.” He took a short sigh. “I had a lot of Angelas in the Land of the Dead, but you...” he stopped for a bit and pet my head. “You’re unique.”

“Why?” I said. “I am just a regular Angela with a normal life as a doctor and a field medic, why am I that unique to you, dear Death?”

“You were destined to save others while risking yours.”

“Death, there’s a lot of people that rescue others better than me.”

“They risk their lives for others, but you... risk your life for others... with feelings.” Death said, sipping a glass of a Deathly Wine, it was so fragrant that I can’t hold myself to taste it.

“What are you talking about? Feelings have nothing to do with my job, Death.”

“You stuck with somebody you love that when I called you for a few days, you rejected it and embrace what will happen next,” he stopped. “You keep telling yourself you’re going to be okay that you forgot how painful it is to be shot in the chest three times...” he looked to another dead soldier beside me. “How painful to left this world while you don’t say goodbye to your beloved ones.”

“I guess so.” I shrugged, although it’s hard, I managed to do it.

“Angela, have you ever dreamt about a sky so blue that you feel you were flying in it?” Death asked.

“I have, several times, even.”

“Would you like to go there now?”

“Death, if my death was in vain and beyond saving. I’d like to go there now.” I said while looking at the orange skies of the afternoon. “But the skies are too beautiful for me to left this world.”

“Angela, how I like your tenacity,” Death chuckled. “What will you do if you’re saved?”

“I’d like to stay with my beloved ones and forget everything since this accident,” I said, with a warm smile. “I long to see peace and serenity. Maybe we can talk again, sooner or later.”

“What a noble choice, Angela,” Death touched my shoulder. “You should remember that you have an incurable sickness. I can lift it off from you, but you promise me something in return.”

“What would you like to trade with me?”

“I’d like to buy your sickness with love. A Love from Death.”

I blushed, hard. “Death, don’t flatter me like that!” I laughed for a bit. “I don’t want to see my fiancée’s face getting all confused and ask why I’m blushing when I was on the brink of my death.”

“I thought you were single.” He joked.

“No, I’m engaged.”

Death stood up. “Anyway, I have to go, I had to collect lost souls of your comrades,” he picked up some of my comrades on his hands. “I guess you better get some rest, I feel your fiancée is coming right now.”

“Thanks, Death.”

“No. Thank you. I learnt a lot from you, now, Angela.”

I gasped. “You... You’re welcome.”

He smiled. “Keep praying for someone to come and make your life worth living, Angela.”

Then, he fades away.

*

Ah, sentimental Death – what could you expect?

Hey, do me a favour, will you?

From Betelgeuse to Saturn, how’d my Marshmallow Cake tastes?

Ah, enough joking, I don’t want you to find me dying in laughter. Literally!

Like, who’s excited to see someone died while they’re laughing hard, right?

I hope this doesn't make the extraction awkward.

 Winky Wink Boom Pow!

Angela Ziegler.

[0ldsoldiersneverdie]

Mercy76 AU - The Witch and the Soldier

She was lounging on her couch, curled up underneath a blanket reading another magic book by firelight. Comfortable after a day full of healing and helping others, she glanced over as the door rattled on its hinges. There was a storm going on right now, and she was curled up with the fire in the fireplace. The door rattled again, and she glanced over at it again, narrowing her eyes for a moment. This wasn’t normal, even for storm weather.

She shifted, reaching for her wand, and holding onto it, pointed at the door as it rattled again. The door burst open with a flurry of cold and rain, as in stumbled her partner in crime, the Soldier.  Over his shoulder was the headless Reaper. “Where is his head?”

“In a bag on my back. Where can I put him? The alchemist got to him.”

“That table over there please.” She pointed over to her operating table, and stood up, wrapping herself in a house coat. Moving over to close the door, she locks it and then moved over with the Soldier who’s gaunt face was staring at her with unwavering anxiousness.

She glanced over the pumpkin looking for damage. There was nothing, and that was good. She reached inside and relit the candle, and left the pumpkin at the head of the corpse. “Come on Soldier, come dry off and warm up next to the fire. Thank you for bringing him back to me.” She said softly, gently pulling him towards the fire and conjuring up a towel for the Soldier to dry off with. He sat down on the floor in front of the fire, toweling his hair after removing his jacket to set it up on the chair there.

“Where did you find him?” she asked softly as she curled up under her blanket again, carefully watching the man who was drying off in her living room.

“He was laying in a prison. They were talking about cremating him, without another thought. I’m on every wanted list now for freeing him. But he’s a good man, even if he’s the headless horseman.” Soldier rubbed across his face.

“How is the enchantment on you holding up Soldier?” She smiled at his answer, before she shifted and conjured another blanket.

“Well enough. I appreciate the help. It’s...making it easier to get through the days. When can I fade away?”

“Soon. I promise. We’re nearly done, and we can all rest.” The Witch, letting her illusion around her body fall, revealing the older woman who looked very tired. The Soldier, sure he was dry, moved over to her and lifted her up into his arms, carrying her towards her bedroom, laying her down on her bed, moving back to the living, only to be stopped by a hand around his wrist.

“Stay with me tonight? It’s cold, and you’re...warm.” She asked softly.

He knew he shouldn’t. He knew that it was a bad idea. But she had given him extra time on earth, and he owed her a lot. And deep down, he loved her, just like he had when they had been young teenagers together. He stripped down to his boxers, before he slipped in the bed next to her, holding her close to his unbeating heart.

“Anything for you.”

[pviane]

Selfie with Mom and Dad - [Mercy76week 2] - Day 4 Mom and Dad

I just LOVE the idea that Jack Morrison and Angela Ziegler can become like parents to Hana Song. I know many just see a meme about “Dad76″ and “Mama Mercy”, but there can be so much more to their relationship than that. 

For example, Jack and Hana have more in common that what people think and I’m sure Angela would be ecstatic to see Jack coming out of his 76 shell and be himself with the Korean gamer turned Meka pilot.

Furthermore the voice actors for the three heroes really like the whole idea, just because it’s so cute and pure. 

I can go on forever talking about this (maybe I will if someone will ask), but this is not the place. Enjoy the pic!

[imlostinatunnel]

Tapes (Day 2 of Mercy76 Week)

So, so sorry this is late, everyone. I’ve been without power for a couple of days and I’m having to travel around to find places with wi-fi still running. Again, I’m really sorry. 

The dirt roads were bumpier than Jack remembered. He slowed the car down, hoping he did not disturb Angela who was in the passenger seat.  It was too late though. She was already stirring in her seat.

“Hmm?” Angela hummed. She rubbed her eyes and sat upright. Her eyes were greeted by the evening’s sun. Unfortunately for her it was still too bright to take in. “Mm!” She whined.

“Good evening,” Jack said. “Sleep well?”

“I’m still tired.” She mumbled, starting to curl back in her seat.

He couldn’t blame her. After going from Europe to Indiana in a little under two days, he expected at least a little bit of jet lag. “Don’t worry. We’re almost there.” He rubbed her shoulder. No response. She must have been making her way back to her dreams. Jack shifted his attention back to the road. The evening sky was still as breathtaking as he remembered. At least some things haven’t changed, unlike the roads.

The acres of hills and grass soon became acres of farmland with automated combine harvesters every few acres. The sun had set a little farther allowing the first stars become visible. Angela stirred in her seat once more. Her eyes opened to a more welcoming light this time. The vibration of the car moving along the road was enough to wake her to her senses. The first thing she saw was the car’s digital clock.

7:48 PM

Wait, she thought. I was supposed to take the driving over at six! She looked at Jack, who noticed her right away.

“Welcome back.” He said, looking back to the road. “It’s only a few more miles up the road. Good sleep?”

Angela sat herself upright. “Why didn’t you wake me to take over the driving?

“It’s been a few days since you had a good rest. You needed it. Plus, your snoring is cuter than mine. Probably.”

“I don’t snore.” She said, giving him a little punch.

“You weren’t awake. How do you know?”

She punched him a little harder this time.

“Ow! Ok, ok. You don’t snore. It’d still be cuter than mine though.”

He turned on to a road the split the corn fields. At the end was a house. The porch lights were on along with the first floor lights.

“There it is!” He said. Jack looked like he was on the verge of bouncing in his seat.

Angela wanted to be excited as well, but as soon as she saw the house thoughts ran through her head. She has spent almost an entire day in a car. What if his folks don’t like her? she thought. Her hair looked like a larger mess than usual and her attire felt too casual to her. She wanted to look like the best example of Jack’s girlfriend, but now she was having second thoughts.

“Angela, everything ok?”

She looked up. they were already in front of the house. Her breathing felt heavier than normal. She took a deep breath. “Just a little excited,” she said with a forced smile.

Her attempt to try and sound excited it did not fly over Jack’s head. He took careful hold of her hand on her lap.

Angela closed her eyes. She wasn’t fooling him. “What if I don’t live up to their expectations of the perfect woman for their son? I just-”

A hug from Jack cut her off before she could finish.

“I think you’re perfect. No matter what they say that isn’t going to change.” He withdrew from her and pecked her cheek. A soft smile spread across her face. “Ready?” he asked.

She nodded and stepped out of the car as Jack turned the engine off.

Both of them stood on the porch under the light. Angela took Jack’s hand as he knocked on the screen door. Her grip unconsciously tightened when she heard footsteps on the other side. The lock was undone and both doors opened. An older woman, a little shorter than Angela, stood in front of them. She smiled the instant she saw Jack.

“Jack?” she asked.

“Hi, Mom.” He said. He couldn’t control himself anymore. If he smiled any harder his cheeks would rip apart.

“My goodness, Jack!”

The two hugged each other with no signs of letting go. This was the proof that they had not seen each other for too long.

“I didn’t recognize you at first, you’ve gotten so tall.” She took a step back, but kept a hand on him as if he was about to run away. “But you still look like my little Jack.”

Angela nearly crushed Jack’s hand when his mother turned her attention to her. Stay calm, she thought. First impressions are key. Angela smiled.

“And you must be the Dr. Ziegler my son is always talking about.”

Angela felt a cold sweat run down her back. She braced herself.

“You look absolutely gorgeous, honey.”

Angela must have heard her incorrectly. “Um, th-thank you, Mrs. Morrison.”

“Oh, what am I doing? Please, come in!” She moved out of their way.

Angela was encouraged by Jack to go in first. The inside was felt so different than what she was used to. The light felt warm against her. Everything about it reminded her of Jack. It was all so welcoming. Many of the shelves had nostalgic items dating back into the late 1900s. Angela immediately spied a picture of a young Jack Morrison sitting on one of the automated combine harvesters. He could not have been more than seven, maybe eight.

“Darling, they’re here!” Mrs. Morrison called out from behind them.

Ahead of them was a hallway across from the entrance to the kitchen, just before the living room. An older man turned the corner of the hallway towards them. Angela recognized Jack in him before anything else, including the cane he walked on. He was a little taller than Mrs. Morrison, but still shorter than Angela.

“Oh my good lord. When did our son become a giant?”

“Dad, it’s good to see you!” Jack said as he walked up and gave his father a similar hug he gave his mother. His father returned the gesture with his free arm.

“It’s great to see you too, son!”

“Dad, what happened?” Jack asked as he released his father. He missed the cane at first as well it seemed.

“I’m old, Jack. I’m the one who’s supposed to be asking the strange questions. You might end up with one as well when you’re my age.”

“Not if I can help it,” Angela spoke up, with more confidence than earlier.

Mr. Morrison turned towards Angela. He walked over to her letting the cane take the weight with every other step. “So this is the woman that chose our Jack out of everyone else.” He leaned forward but still spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “You sure you know what you’re gettin’ in to, miss?”

Angela smirked a little and looked at Jack who playfully rolled his eyes.

“Now you see what I had to deal with growing up,” Jack said with a smug smirk.

His father turned to Jack. “What you had to deal with? What about what your mother and I had to deal with? Don’t make me get the tapes.”

Jack’s smugness dropped with almost no transition on his face. “No, Dad.” Jack whined. “Please d-“

“Screw it, I’m gettin’ the tapes.”

“Dad, whyyy?” It was too late. His father was already on the move.

To Angela’s surprise, Mr. Morrison moved quickly despite his dependency on a cane.

“Mom, can you stop him please?” Jack was near to the begging stage. He might have started if Angela was not in the same room.

His mother walked to the entrance to the hallway. “Darling,” his mother called out. “What about dinner?”

“Dinner can wait!” Mr. Morrison said from down the hall.

“Sorry, Jack.” His mother smiled at Angela.

Angela wanted to see a young Jack in action. She smiled back at his mother. Somehow she knew it.

“Jack!” His father called. “Come in here and give your old man a hand!”

The whining noises Jack made were ones Angela had never heard before as he walked down the hall.

“Dr. Ziegler, would you like to sit down?” Mrs. Morrison asked from the living room.

Angela did not want to be rude. She nodded and took the couch on the far end of the living room. All around the walls and above the counter bar windowing the kitchen were pictures of Jack and his family. Angela looked down from them. She remembered that she would never have the chance to introduce Jack to her family.

“Are you all right, sweetie?” The voice of his mother was more than welcoming.

Angela smiled. “I’m fine. Thank you.”

Mrs. Morrison sat on a single sofa next to Angela’s couch. “I’m no fool, honey. I know pain when I see it. I’m a mother after all.”

Angela Looked back to the pictures on the walls. “I’m just- I can’t introduce Jack to my family the way he can. And seeing your pictures, it’s just...” A tear rolled down her cheek. It was not normal for her to get worked up over her parents anymore. She hasn’t in a couple decades at least. But seeing the pictures reminded her how much she missed them. Mrs. Morrison lightly rubbed her knee. Angela breathed a little easier.

“Dr. Ziegler, my son loves you very much. The way he spoke about you over the phone was the first time I have ever heard him speak that way about anyone, or anything.”

Angela blushed a little. She wondered what Jack had told his parents about her. Hopefully he left some certain details out.

“Now, if my son does give you any trouble that you can’t handle, and you look like you can firmly hold your ground, you let me know. I’ve had to teach him lessons the hard way through all his childhood. I’m not afraid to teach him some more.”

Angela’s laughing made Mrs. Morrison smile. She took a couple of tissue sheets from the stand next to her and dried Angela’s face. “You be sure to let my little Jack know just how lucky he is.”

“Oh, I let him know every time we’re out on the field.”

“You two keep each other safe out there.” Mrs. Morrison said. “I know it can be dangerous, what you two do.”

“Of course, Mrs. Morrison.”

“We found ‘em!” Mr. Morrison said, coming down the hall. He turned in to the living room and was followed by Jack who carried a box with the writing “Little Jack” on it. What he did not carry the same enthusiastic look his father did. “Set it there on the coffee table please, son.”

Jack set the box down and sat next to Angela. Something felt different to him. “Is everything ok, Angela?”

She took his hand and gave him a small kiss in front of his parents. “Everything is just fine,” she said with a smile. Angela got a look at the box’s contents. “Those are all tapes! Do your folks have a working VCR?”

“Indeed we do. Right over there under the shelf the TV is on.” Mrs. Morrison said.

Angela completely missed it. she had never seen one in working order before. It was bulkier than she expected.

“His father loved collecting archaic things from the past. God knows why. He insisted that we film everything on tape,” said Mrs. Morrison. “Until we ran out of his VHS stash.”

“I’ve told you, these are more than just things. These are relics! Ancient relics that hold the memory of Little Jack here.” Mr. Morrison said, rooting around through the box. “Ah ha! Oh, she’ll love this one.

The way the VCR ate the tape took Angela by surprise. Mr. Morrison turned the television on and sat down on the chair next to his wife. On the screen was the entrance to the living room. The camera was being held, judging from its unsteadiness. The stairs in the hallway were visible. Before anyone appeared on screen, the sounds of feet coming down the stairs were accompanied by the childish sounds of gunfire and explosions.

All of a sudden, a boy with blonde hair came from the stairs and ran in to the living room. Angela immediately recognized this boy from the pictures on the walls. Her Jack as a young boy! She leaned forward as much as she could, gripping Jack’s hand. The young Jack on the TV was holding something.

“What do you have there, little Jack?” asked his mother on the TV. Angela was about to ask the same question.

Young Jack acknowledged his mother holding the camera. “Commander Soft Bear!” He said, presenting the stuffed animal to the camera. It was a teddy bear about the size of his arm. It wore an outdated, early 21st century Army uniform. Complete with patches a uniformed hat.

“What does he do?” Asked his mother behind the camera.

“He’s in the military!”

“Do you want to go into the military too?”

“Yeah!”

“What do you want to do in the military, little Jack?”

The young Jack paused for a moment and looked down. After a few seconds he looked back up to his mother. “I’m wanna save the world!”

Angela could not stop giggling over how cute he was. She looked at Jack, who sat with a hand covering his face. She could tell he was holding back a few laughs of his own.

“What do the dog tags say?” asked his mother on the television.

“Huh?”

“Soft Bear’s tags. Can you read them?”

Young Jack turned the bear towards him and brought the tags close to his face. “Teddy 76!”

“And we have your room over here on the left,” Mrs. Morrison said. “This used to be Jacks old room, believe it or not.

Jack did not recognize it at first. The entire room had been re-fitted into a guest room. Jack and Angela set their suitcases on the bed. It was more than big enough for the two of them.

“You two sleep well. it’s a long drive you’ve got tomorrow.” She said before turning the hall light off. The stairs echoed as she walked back up them for the night.

Angela spotted something under one of the pillows. Before Jack could notice it, she removed it. It was the same stuffed teddy bear in the first tape his father showed.

“What’s that?” Jack asked.

Angela turned only her head to him. “It’s Commander Soft Bear!” she said, spinning around with the bear in front of her face. “Can I keep him for the night? Just to snuggle with.”

“But you already have a commander to snuggle with!” Jack playfully whined.

“Oh, I can snuggle with you both I suppose,” she said, hugging him with the bear behind his back. “Don’t tell me you’re jealous of this new commander.” She teased.

“Yes I am!” He said.

“Don’t you worry. You’ll always be my Teddy: 76, Jack.” She gave him one last kiss for the night. “Let’s get to bed. I’m driving tomorrow.”

[princevolker2788]

Mercy76 Week 2 – Day 6: Freestyle

@xavirne

@mercy76week

Little backstory, this is a sort of Honor Harrington/my sci-fi series crossover universe, where Overwatch is a force for good in the known galaxy, most of the characters are the same, save for a few additions and playing with the timeline of the canon.

Overall i’d like to explore this as an AU in the future.

            Commander Morrison leaned over the guard railing, eyes scanning the 3D plot of the battlefield ahead. Little blue triangles represented his forces, whereas the red triangles symbolized the enemy: the terrorist group known as Talon. The only problem was that after the loss of Gérard’s ship-of-the-wall, Overwatch’s forces were severely out classed and outnumbered with the new AI controlled ships, along with the squadron led by this mysterious Widowmaker. Add to this a concerned government breathing down their neck and you had a recipe for disaster.

            If they didn’t win a decisive victory here, the fate of the earth, and Overwatch was in jeopardy. He sighed and turned to his second in command, Ana Amari.

            “How’s Oxton’s squadron?”

            “Primed and ready sir, just awaiting your order.”

            He nodded and looked to the plot once again. Lena’s mission was to punch a hole through the enemy’s left flank, drawing attention away from the right and leaving an opening for Fareeha’s destroyer.

            It was a sound plan, under normal circumstances, but the men were uneasy, moral was low.

            “It’ll be fine Jack, my daughter wont let us down.” She whispered.

            “I’m not concerned about that. Its those damned Omnic units.” He whispered back.

            She nodded, turning her remaining eye to the plot, scanning left to right. After a moment or two she looked forward, to the screen that displayed the ‘verse before them.

            “We can do it Jack.”

            He smirked.

            “Captain Amari, you have the con.”

            “Aye Commander.” 

            He strode through the crisp grey halls of the ship, heels clicking in time with his heartbeat. Jack always got the jitters before a fight, kept him sharp. But I the hours before, it was always a pain to deal with. Taking a left more out of habit than anything else, he found his way to the medical bay.

            The ship’s doctor Angela Ziegler was attending to their newest edition, Hana Song, piloting the MEKA starfighter. The girl, because that’s what she was compared to everyone else, was undergoing last minute medical checks. Last mission she’d entered atmo at mach six, nearly tore the ship apart, and her.

            “Alright, as long as you don’t do anything too fancy you’ll be fine.” Said Angela.

            “Awesome.” The girl deadpanned.

            Hana snatched her coat and rushed out the door to the hangers.

            “Youth…” mused the doctor.

            Jack couldn’t help but frown. It shouldn’t be her having to fight, should be him and all the old guard doing this. But now their children were in the war, the war they should have finished.

            A gentle hand reached out to caress his cheek, pulling him out of his regrets.

            “Hey, you ok?”

            He captured her hand in his, locking steel blue with cobalt blue eyes.

            “This is it.”

            Angela’s gaze softened.

            “It is. And we’ll win.”

            He sighed, dropping her hand and turning to the door.

            “Everyone keeps saying that. But I don’t think they realize the severity of the situation.”

            The doctor blocked the exit with her body, a glare fixed to her slender features.

            “We do Jack, believe me we do.”

            He wished he could believe her, but from what he could tell, the situation was damn near hopeless. Lena was a great pilot, but not even she can outmaneuver computer controlled plasma bolts. If these Omnic forces were half as good as they feared, this’d be over in seconds.

            “When was the last time you saw something this bad?” he asked.

            “Never.”

            At least she’s being honest…

            “But we’ve come out of far more desperate situations before.”

            “When the playing field was level. If we cant get to the human controlled ships we’re done.”

            Angela shook her head, gripping a tuft of bangs that always hung in front of her eyes.

            “We cant lose hope Jack, its all we have. With the recent crop of deserters morale is at an all time low, especially considering Gabriel was the instigator.”

            Jack bit back a curse at the mere mention of the man. His third in command, best close range fighter he’d ever seen, gone in a flash, taking two ships of the wall with him.

            “I haven’t lost hope. I’m just looking at the facts.”

            “Well I say fuck the facts.”

            Her words startled him, as did the fierce look in her eye. She leaned forward and captured her lips with his, pushing him against the wall. The kiss deepened as she entangled her free hand in his hair while he brought her in by the waist. His lungs felt as if they were aflame, forcing him to come up for breath.

            The two gazed at one another, understanding plain as day between them. There would be no room for mistakes, or doubt. They had to win. Before he could leave she gripped his wrist and placed it over her stomach. His eyes widened as a coy smile crept across her lips.

            “Come back to me.”

            “I will.”

            ***

            The hanger bay was abuzz, each man and woman rushing to their assigned task. Some of the officers offered a salute, others a nod as their strike commander strode to his personal transport craft.

            He set one foot on the ramp then turned to the assembled troops, who stood at rigid attention at the base.

            “Today, we face an enemy that has up till now known our every move. They’ve been able to match us blow for blow, man to man. But not today. Do you know why?”

            No one answered, each troop, pilot, and crewmember’s gaze glued to him.

            “Because we have the Tracer herself, returned from the dead: Lena Oxton, your ace, the tip of the spear!”

            A cheer rose up from her personal squad, chanting her callsign over and over:

            “TRA-CER! TRA-CER! TRA-CER!”

The young brit’s eyebrows disappeared into her hairline, the familiar grin making its way across her lips. She jumped up from her cross-legged position on top of her fighter with a giggle, striking a pose.

            “Ain’t no one can best me in the black luvs, you can be sure of that. Especially with Miss. Prodigy over here.” She said, gesturing to Hana.

            They younger pilot smirked as she rose to a louder round of applause, crossing her arms and blowing a bubble with her chewing gum.

            “Just leave it to us old man. We’ll get you there.”

            A chorus of nervous chuckles echoed through the hanger bay, as the eyes turned to him again. He chuckled as well, drawing himself to his full height to look Lena and Hana in the eye.

            “Then do it you brats. Suit up, and bring down the hammer.”

            A final cheer rose through the hanger, declaring that earth’s champions would not go into the dark without a fight, that they would fight to the last, or until their enemy was dust.

            With this, he ushered his marines into the assault craft, locking eyes with Lena and Hana and offering a nod.

            “Alright Ana, were in, countdown to launch is a go.”

            “Acknowledged, troop transports ready to launch in five minutes.”

            Jack took a breath, flexed his fingers, and started the engine, feeling the craft lift from the deck with a familiar hum.

            “Tracer Squadron, you are cleared for launch, godspeed.”

            “[Roger, keep the kettle on for us luvs].”

            Jack watched as the pilot’s arrowhead shaped craft struck out from the hanger in a flash, her compatriots in tow.

            Hana followed suit, her MEKA team forming at the flanks of Tracer’s formation. His craft would be next in ten…

            He looked to the old fashioned photo taped to his dashboard of him and Angela last time they were planetside. Their relationship was one of the worst kept ‘secrets’ in the fleet. But the news of a child would beach her for a good long while after this.

            Five…

            He smirked, she’d hate that, but in the end he wouldn’t mind a bit of shore leave…

            Four…

            Jack activated his shields.

            Three…

            Said a silent prayer.

            Two…

            Gave a thumbs up to the flight officer on deck.

            One…

            And gunned it.

[mercy76week-blog]

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[abahwrites]

Tranquility

When you grab ahold of me, 

Tell me that I’ll never be set free.

Dear, Jack.

How was it on the battlefield for you, Strike Commander? I hope the battle is fair and uh… I hope you’re fine. It’s a burden for me to know you got wounded heavily without my knowledge. Anyway, I have researched an innovation for all of us to use and soon will reach the streets for commercial purposes. I will conduct several tests on numerous willing subjects, and I will tell you how it goes from here in the next two or three days.

While I write this letter to you, Jack, I almost tripped over sunset. It was not the best moments, but I’m sure as the sun is setting and people coming home to see their families… I was wondering about you if you got the same sunset as I have here right now. With my window gave me a hundred percent look of sunset and the grass fields below it, it’s almost surreal that I thought to myself that I was in a storybook! It’s so calming that my serenity has given up to the sunset. It’s so beautiful that I can never beat it. It was purple-ish orange, and people are amazed this afternoon, no wonder that many of us take a picture with it. As for me, this evening reminds me of you and a lot of things we could do. Alas, a job is still a job. You fight on a battlefield, I tend to patients here in Swiss HQ. I heard rumours that you will come back anytime soon, they didn’t give me any details about it.

Do you have any thoughts about sunset and afternoon? Let me know when you able to reply this short message, Jack.

Miss you so much,

Dr Angela Ziegler

Second submission for the second day: Pre-Downfall

This was written when I look at the sky and found tranquility in my soul. Because I tripped myself over sunset. It was so beautiful that I had to write this.

Cheers.

[0ldsoldiersneverdie]

Day two - PreDownfall

Jack could trust everyone in his organization. But the one person he trusted above maybe even Reyes was the good Doctor Ziegler. She was always so calm and dedicated to her work. However, the last few times he had been checking up on Genji’s progress, she had been looking rather tired. So he cleared his schedule, and hers (some days it paid to be the boss) and scheduled a relaxing day for her. With him.

The morning of their day off, Jack met her with a cup of coffee and a smile. “Come on Dr. Ziegler, it’s time to relax and enjoy some free time with me.” He held his hand out to her. She looked a little hesitant before putting her hand in his.

“We’re not at work Commander, you can call me Angela if you prefer.”

“Only if you’ll call me Jack.” He replied with a teasing smile as he tucked her hand into the crook of his elbow.

Jack led her towards his car, opening the door for her, and letting her get in before he closed the door and slid in on the other side. Starting the car, he pulls out of the lot, heading for the quiet spot he had set out for them to enjoy the day. He was thankful that it wasn’t raining, and he glanced over at the good doctor who was smiling as he drove. If she could relax for the day, then he was happy.

When they reached the park area, he pulled in and turned his car off, getting out and heading for the trunk to pull out a basket, and a blanket, tossing it over his shoulder as he moved over to help her from his car. Once the car was closed up and locked, he again took her hand, heading for a tree and laying the blanket down.

“Jack...Are we going on a picnic?”

He glanced up at her, catching her crystal blue eyes with his dark blue ones, and smiled. “Yes Angela, we’re going on a picnic.”

Her giggle and her smile were perfect, and everything he could have wanted. He sat down and unpacked their lunch, handing her a sandwich to unwrap and enjoy. She sat down next to him, legs tucked under her, ever the lady, and took the food from him, flushing red for a moment. He was confused, until she pulled him forward gently with his shirt front and kissed him softly.

“I’m glad you remembered.”

“As if I would forget our anniversary Angel.”

[pviane]

Secrets - [Mercy76week 2] - Day 3 Post-Downfall

Jack’s Soldier: 76 persona hid him from the world and allowed him to continue the fight... but could it hide who he was from her?

Whether she figured out if Jack was 76 or not, it really didn’t matter. She felt an attunement to the mysterious vigilante she never expected. I like to think she enjoyed toying with him a little bit...

[pviane]

"Angela, can we trade? I don’t trust these guys” - [Mercy76week 2] - Day 5 NSFW

I wanted to make something original with our lovebirds being a bit naughty and, as the most famous animated mom and dad, things backfired.

I know it’s rushed and I should not have just copy-pasted those garden decorations, but it has been a slow day.