I groaned, and let my head fall onto the table. "Stupid freaking formulas." I muttered to myself , "Why do I have to be stuck with them? Why can't Mercy or Winston do it? Just because I'm a tech doesn't mean I have to do them all the dang time."

There was a chuckle from behind me, and the somewhat sweet scent of cigar smoke filled the air. "Well, it must mean they think you're the best, darlin'." Jesse drawled from under his hat, a playful smirk on his face despite his cigar. "And let's be honest here, you're the best at a lot of things."

I fought the blush appearing on my cheeks, staring down at the papers before me. "Hush Jesse, we haven't been together long enough for you to know that." I protested, though I was smiling in spite of myself and my heart felt just a bit lighter.

My boyfriend chuckled again, "I know ya' well enough to know your cheeks are pink as a rose and you're trying not to grin like a fool." He boasted, keeping his hat over his eyes as he shifted positions on the couch, lounging around lazily.

Well, if he wanted to play it that way... I also knew he was to sore and tired to get up to annoy me, his mission the previous days before having exhausted him. Not that I could blame him. What he and the other agents did were hard. I should know. I worked in the lab with Angela, I saw the injuries McCree and his teammates sustained from the fight, and how hard Mercy worked to save them. But (hopefully) they'd gotten what they needed, and come home relatively in one piece.

But I didn't dwell on that, not often anyway. Jesse promised he'd always come back for me, and Commander Reyes informed me later that he would make sure my boyfriend did. I trusted both of them. Overwatch and Blackwatch was sort of my new family now.

"Sweetheart, you're flippin' your pencil again." Jesse remarked gently, breaking me out of my thoughts. "And ya've almost stabbed the table twice. Take a break. Winston and the doc can wait until tomorrow." He pointed out, sitting up a bit with a small groan and huffing out a breath as he made room on the couch for me. "C'mere and relax for a bit, it'll be worth it."

I bit my lip when he sat up, then glanced down at my hand to where the pencil was indeed almost stuck in the table top. I was weird like that. While most people used tablets or holograms, I used paper and pencil. I worked better that way.

...most of the time.

I sighed, then set the utensil down and stood, slowly walking over to McCree and sitting beside him. I hesitated a moment before I wrapped one of my arms around his torso. "Is this okay?" I asked, very softly.

Jesse waited a moment, then sighed, "Yeah darlin', it's fine. My injuries actually feel better when I cuddle with you, honestly." He murmured, gently turning a bit so he could pull me a bit closer, hiding his face in my neck lightly.

I smiled and shivered slightly at the feeling of his whiskers tickling my skin making a sound of contentment and snuggling closer to my cowboy. He smelled of gunpowder and cigar smoke, a smell I used to detest but had slowly come to associate it as the smell of safety and home. I gently trailed my hand down his arm, my gaze focusing on the skull interlocked with chains and wings on his forearm. Deadlock, a gang that terrorized the southwest, and that Jesse used to lead. Until they all got caught, and gave McCree up to buy themselves freedom.

I guess I focused on it and what I didn't know about Jesse to much, because next thing I know, he was kissing me sweetly. My eyes instantly closed and I started kissing him back, earning a smirk from him, and making him pull away from me.

"Jesse..." I whined, pouting and looking at him with puppy dog eyes. That wasn't enough of a kiss for me. I might be a bit of an affection seeker, not that McCree seemed to mind.

He just chuckled in response to my plea, looking at me innocently. "What, darlin'? I'm on bedrest for a couple of days, so I can't do anything." He teased, his smirk still very present.

Damn him.

I sighed, then slowly turned and shifted to sit in his lap, my arms around his neck now. "Then why aren't you in bed, silly?" I whispered, before leaning forward and kissing him again slowly.

He just chuckled into the kiss and lightly pulled me closer, his hands beginning to wander up my back. We stayed like that for a while, before we moved on to... other activities. Activities that most people wouldn't have expected from us, but brought comfort and relief that we desperately needed.

After that, we laid together in silence, just holding each other in peace. I wouldn't forget this. Not ever. How warm and comforting he was, how it felt like he would protect me from everything. Just like I would try and protect him.

Suddenly, his warmth was ripped from me, and all I saw was a building. The headquarters, our headquarters.

It was burning, falling in on itself.

I slowly walked towards it, and slipped inside, not bothered by the flames licking at my skin as I searched for what I was looking for.

And as the building finally collapsed completely, I found him.

That was when the world tumbled into darkness.

•••

You woke up with a sharp gasp, your entire body shaking as you curled further under the blankets. Tears slowly started trailing down your cheeks as you tried to hold back your sobs and cries.

The dream... the memories.

Every night you saw him, the two of you having some what of a romantic moment before the dream would be snatched from you... or you would be forced to watch as the entire Swiss headquarters of Overwatch burned to the ground, with Commander Reyes, Commander Morrison, and.... Jesse inside.

He'd begged you to let him go in, begged you to let him save his commander, the only family he had other then yourself.

Five minutes later the base exploded.

There were no survivors.

He was gone.

And not even Mercy could save him.

Flames are getting bigger now
In this burning house
I can hold on to you somehow
In this burning house
Oh and I don't wanna wake up
In this burning house