It is December 25th and it's your first Christmas as a member of Overwatch. You had spent many hours working administration for the main strike force, you may have only been handling things like travel permits and their expenses for them, but you were a member of the team none the less, and as such, you received an invitation for the Christmas gathering. This year it was being hosted by Torbjorn in his cottage in Sweden. You accepted the invitation graciously and speedily, Overwatch were pretty much the only family you had at this point and it was greatly preferred to spending Christmas at Overwatch HQ.

A blinding snow storm swirled around outside the small cottage. It wasn't really made for people over four foot tall, it was pretty much built from the ground up by Torb.

All of the furniture was handcrafted by the stocky dwarf. His knowledge of woodworking was outstanding and unparalleled. The furniture he had in the cottage wasn't the most intricate, but it was sturdy enough to hold Reinhardt and had a certain rustic elegance.

Ana Amari stood, hunched over the over, brewing some of her world class hot chocolate that you had heard so much about. Scents of cinnamon, pumpkin and nutmeg quickly filled the room as the contents of the pan bubbled away.

Reinhardt and Torb played cards on the long, oak table, Reinhardt had to crouch and lurch his head forward to avoid smacking his head off of the low ceiling. You didn't quite know what they were playing but constant Swedish swearing made you presume that Torbjorn wasn't the one winning.

Bastion and Ganymede sat on a small stool in the corner of the room. The large, ornate fireplace next to them crackled and spat out embers throughout the night. Ana placed a steaming mug of the hot chocolate onto a small table front of him. Bastion peered over the mug, fogging up his single, large eye. He was one of the newer members of the reformed Overwatch. He was a strange being, a robot. An articulated hand attached to one arm, and the barrel of a gun protruding from the other. Torbjorn kept on shooting dirty gazes to Bastion from behind his hand of cards.

"I've got my eyes on you." He threatens in his thick, Swedish accent.

Bastion continued to stare at the hot chocolate as Ana continued to distribute them around the room before taking a seat at the large table next to Reinhardt. Bastion turned his head as to imitate an inquisitive dog. He let out a set of questioning beeps before looking across at the other members of the team.

Reinhardt proceeded to take a large swig of the beverage before placing the mug on the table with a large thud. With a boost of confidence, Bastion picked up the mug and brought it to his face. The mug made a small dink when it came into contact with where you presumed Bastions mouth would be. He tipped the mug up, making hot chocolate run off of his beaten and scratched metal plating and onto the floor.

"HEY!" A voice yelled from across the room.

"That was me grandma's rug you filthy hunk of metal, you'll be cleaning that up" Torbjorn shouted whilst pointing at the puddle of liquid that was starting to pool on the floor. Bastion placed the mug back onto the table, letting out a series of happy bleeps, bloops and whirs.

Pharah and Mercy were decorating the Christmas tree in the opposite corner of the room, the large, bushy, green tree had only been cut down about two hours ago from Torbjorn's very own garden. Baubles of all shapes, sizes and colours bobbed on the tree and tinsel danced around its edges. They both giggled and laughed away as they placed other various decorations. Bastion looked up at the two, making the same inquisitive gesture that he had before. He stood up and slowly walked over to the two.

"Hey Bastion, do you want to help?" Mercy asked, handing bastion a set of glittery reindeer. Bastion nodded and made more happy sounding noises. You had no idea what he was saying, you didn't know if anybody on the team did. Bastion proceeded to place the reindeer ornaments on the tree, they proceeded to fall off. Bastion bent down and picked them up off the floor, struggling to grab the small piece of string. He tried placing them onto the tree once more, only for them to fall off again and back onto the floor.

"Why don't we sort that out" Pharah jumped in and grabbed the two decorations off the floor. They place the reindeer's onto the tree and pick up a box of tinsel. You see pharah's face light up as she has an idea. She turns and whispers to Mercy, they turn to look at each other with a mischievous look on both their faces, a large giggle erupts from both of their faces.

Pharah picks up a strip of silver tinsel and walks behind bastion, Mercy chose gold.

"Now!" Mercy yelled as they ran around Bastion, covering him in tinsel from head to toe. Bastion released a series of bloops that sounded as if he was laughing as his head spun around, trying to keep up with Mercy and Pharah. He started to wobble and fell on the floor in a state of dizziness, landing on his behind. Projected stars appeared around his head and it continued to wave from side to side.

"That beats our tree any day of the week" Torbjorn said as Mercy placed a large, glittery star on Bastion's head.

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Written by Aaron.