3 Chapter 3 - Bonding
March 26, 2061
Watchpoint: Gibraltar
6:44 🕡
(Y/N)
"By the way, why did you put me here? I wanted to be at the headquarters." I asked Morrison as I unpacked my breakfast which is in a synthetic plastic foil-like bag. It looks like oatmeal with raspberry chunks and its ready to eat. I placed it on a bowl which had an Overwatch emblem on the sides. Morrison didn't eat. He sat in front of me, his hands clasped as he watched me eat.
"It's not safe for you at the HQ. Director Petras or Miss Adawe might see me having a kid. Besides, my fellow agents thought that you were my nephew, so it's safe that you're out of reach." His expression was reassuring, his voice a little bit aged. He's 41 and he's getting old.
"Huh, pretty good much of a foster father. I like you, Jack Morrison. You're one of the best." I said before shoving the handful of oatmeal in my mouth.
"Watch with your words kid. I may not be your true father but at least you must respect me." He raised his tone as a warning, and he unclasped his hands. Probably he was provoked.
"Yes, father." I said lowly. I lost my manners every time I interact with him. And he's very serious when he scolds me. I remember such times when he did that. It was harsh.
2 minutes later
I finished eating and immediately left the canteen with Jack. I was about to go back in my room to study some soldier stuff when suddenly he grabbed me by the hand.
"Hey. What?" I grunted by his sudden act.
"We're going somewhere." He said. Oh great were going somewhere. I hope it's in the HQ.
"Where?" I asked sweetly, thinking that I might go there.
He smirked then chuckled softly.
"Don't think about going to the HQ. I told you earlier. You didn't get me correctly." His hands were in his hips, emanating an aura of superiority. I was defeated. Alright you win Jack Morrison.
I finally sighed. "I was busy eating. Fine. You do have a point." He'd got my hands up in the hair. "So where do we go, now father?" I emphasized the word father so that he might understand me clearly.
"(Y/N)." He warned me again. He was too perceptive to unravel such intention. Now my hands were tied, tightly.
"What? I'm just trying to be a sweet and loving (daughter/son)." My tone went to the theme of what I just said.
"Never mind." He muttered. "Well I just thought that you and I would had a little bonding." His voice went daddy-ic. I am awed of what he said.
"Awww, that's so sweet. Thank you dad." I hugged his transcendent size. He's very big, and fit for a daddy. Then a tear fell on my check. I almost cried. Honestly, I was carried away by my feelings.
Jack Morrison
She hugged me. I felt warm by (Y/N)'s touch. I hugged her back. I wrapped my arms around her.
Y/N
He hugged me back. He's so tenderly sweet. I hoped that my father from above will not get jealous just because I loved Jack more dearly. They're just the same. Every time I get near Jack, I remembered my father. I hope I had a foster mother too. This was a moment I couldn't forget.
Back to normal. I maintained my place and asked him if where we should bond.
"We're going to the mall in Seattle." He said flatly. Seattle? It's getting bored there.
"Nah. I want an eco-shopping mall. Like, in Numbani, or in King's Row perhaps?" I suggested some ideas like a child. I became excited since its been years I haven't been to a shopping mall. Last time I remembered was 4 years ago in Nevada. Anyway I hate being stuck in these quarters all along, doing nothing but army stuff.
"Kid. They're too far. We might be heading home late. And the weather's.." I stopped him there.
"And the weather's very good, I've read the news yesterday. Today's Monday and until next week there will be no rain or cloudy season. So what's in it for?" I raised my brow and I gave him a look that made him speechless, a side smile plastered on my face.
He raised himself then sighed. Bingo! He's caught off guard. "Well you had the trigger so pack up a bit cause' we might get in handy later." He signaled.
"Yes! I want in Numbani." I smiled.
34 minutes later
Where is he? It looks like I've been waiting here for hours in Hangar 21, which is by the watchpoint's coast. He's still not here. Even the driver of the helicopter wasn't here. My right foot patted in anticipation. I looked at my watch and its 7:21 AM.
Still early. I thought. It wouldn't be bad if I embraced the sunshine for a while and have some good music. Anyway the sun is still young as me too. I would turn into 18 next year. My birthday was in September 13, 2044. I unzipped my safari bag and picked up my earphones and my iPhone 7s. Then I placed the bag on the passenger seat right next where Morrison should be. I tucked in my earphones and plugged it to my phone. Then I went to the balcony to sate for some fresh air while I listened to one of my favorite songs of old times. I swiped my phone with a finger then the music played.
The Wind - Cat Stevens
The music was soothing and it made me remember such memories I tend to forgot. Nonetheless I manage to hold back tears as I focused on nature's refreshments. The weather was calm and the waves drifted along the coast as usual. The rock of Gibraltar almost never changed, some part of it drifted by wind erosion. Warmth filled my vibe and the salty air made me calm. It did not took long until something heavy patted onto my left shoulder. I then took my earphones away.
"We should go now. We might took long enough to reach Numbani." He said. I nodded. We went to the helicopter just as the pilot arrived and started to maneuver it as we jumped in. Destination: Numbani.
2 hours later
Numbani
9:43 🕤
Numbani was a carefree place. It is a place where the renegade omnics and humans found peace within each other. It is also a good environment as the sidewalks and parks never fell in disrepair; or the plants that didn't shed dried leaves. It is a place of peace, harmony, and good intention.
We went to an eco-shopping mall where Morrison and I bonded together. It was very memorable, just like my family used to treat me outside of boredom. As we entered the mall, the crowd of people suddenly began staring at us, particularly Jack. He was the commander of Overwatch, and he was very known. I heard some bickering about him having someone who looks like his son/daughter. Gladly no one ever made close contact and asked about things fitting for today's theme. Anyway we went to a food chain where there are lots of food to try about.
"Hey dad, mind if we try some." I pointed out the food stand which is a Vienna sausage stand. But with a twist. Jack agreed and he gestured the lady and ordered some as he raised his two fingers, making clarity. Then she handed over two sticks of the sausage, the one for him and the other one for me. I looked out for some refreshments and I saw a sherbet stand. I quickly ran towards it and suddenly turned to the menu. I called Jack, knowing that he might grant my next step.
"I want that tropical sherbet." I exclaimed as I went juvenile. I'm always like this when it comes to desserts. Then the platter came into my senses and ate both the perfect pair for a good-time snack (not at the same time!)
We spent time exploring the enormous building as we stumbled onto different shops inside the mall. We also bought some items through his credit card. I didn't know he was rich. Must've come from his salary of being a commander of a global organization. Again we spent time. Until...
Bang! We've heard a gunshot. Everyone was alarmed of what happened and the crowds went wild. We were at the second floor, then Morrison ran through the nearest balcony, dropping the goods he held earlier while shopping. I rushed to his side then. And I saw terrorists, mostly covered by white masks with sinister red orbs. Talon. But why would they strike at a zone of peace? In Numbani?
"Jack. How are we gonna handle this?" I asked worriedly.
"It's about time to put that training of yours to good use." A sinister smile formed around his face. It gave me goosebumps.
"You're kidding, right?" I chuckled fairly. He's going to involve me in this dire situation.
"No." He replied. Oh no. "This will be your first battle."
I.....was....shocked.
