Talon operative schedules were never quite as hectic as the schedules of the first-tier enlisted folk. Having more unstructured time was still quite strange for Baptiste, even though he had been promoted a few weeks ago. Mauga, though, took it in stride, like he always did. Mauga was the one who dragged Baptiste down to the one of the many break rooms to hang out with the rest of their squad. Everyone was grouped around a center TV. On it was a game of rugby. Baptiste watched, and tried to discern the rules as the game went on. Mauga was not much help: the only clue he gave was when he got excited over something. Well, it seemed he wa

Overwatch: That one guy at work. by Megan1289, literature

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Overwatch: That one guy at work.

Crack fic! John Smith, generic Talon soldier #24 of squad beta, knew it was his day to die. To put it bluntly, Overwatch showed up. Just a routine (well, not so routine, but anyway,) raid at a dock to steal some high-rated tech or that kind of jazz, and an entire Overwatch strike force showed up in response. For the love of all things holy, they brought the gorilla! The brought the gorilla that managed to pound Doomfist into the ground that one time! Squad beta was screwed. But that wasn't the only reason. No, it got better. John Smith, generic Talon soldier #24, glanced over to his right to look upon a shaking, hyperventilat

Overwatch: Neither Rhyme Nor Reason by Megan1289, literature

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Overwatch: Neither Rhyme Nor Reason

When Sigma closed his eyes, there were stars. Winking, blinking, twinkling, all for him. When he opened his eyes again, he was back in the laboratory. Not his own laboratory, of course, but Dr. O'Deorain's. It had become just as familiar of a sight. He was strapped down to a bed. That must have meant he had been unconscious. Funny, he didn't feel as if he'd been unconscious. He blinked, and the flecks of starlight stained his vision. "You're awake, finally." Dr. O'Deorain's voice came from his left. He lifted his head and looked over to her. She was looking down at some medical tool or another. He tried to speak to her, but when h

Overwatch: Crumpled Dreams by Megan1289, literature

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Overwatch: Crumpled Dreams

When the Crisis started, there was a poster for Overwatch hanging in the foyer of Jean-Baptiste's house. It was difficult to remember when it had first appeared. He had only been six at the time- and to be fair, lots of other things began showing up in his family's house around the same time. Packages upon packages of brown boxes labeled with militaristic tags. His parents told him it was for "staying safe, just in case." The war had not come to their island yet. It would be some time before it did. For that while, everything was at peace. Everything was still routine. The school down the street was still open, and Baptiste re

Overwatch: Normal by Megan1289, literature

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Overwatch: Normal

"Do you recognize any tools in here?" Recognize? More than recognize. They looked like exact copies of the ones he had used on a daily basis, prior to the accident. Of course, not all of his old ones were present. Some of the ones that he had used in the accident were being withheld, that he knew. But, for a basic lab, this was perfect. Truly perfect. He'd be more than able to continue his work in here. "Dr. de Kuiper?" Siebren- no, was it Sigma? That was what everyone except Dr. O'Deorain called him, perhaps he should- it didn't matter what he was called, all that mattered was the science, and the fact that he was free from that drea

Overwatch: Continuum by Megan1289, literature

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Overwatch: Continuum

The presentation was going well. Dr. Siebren de Kuiper was standing in front of about fifty people, all other scientists, some fresh from university and others far more experienced than him. He wasn't too nervous. He'd done this before. This recent development in his work was far from his first major discovery. It was simply an update, and the presentation a preview of the experiment report. Siebren knew a large number of the audience as acquaintances and coworkers. They listened kindly and patiently. There was no judgement here. Only science. As he flipped through charts (metaphorically speaking, of course, as it was all holograms no

Overwatch: Control by Megan1289, literature

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Overwatch: Control

It was during one of his few moments of haunting clarity that Moira decided to present the gravitational stabilization armor to him. Within the room before her, Sigma sat up against one of the padded walls. He was not in a straitjacket- not anymore, as it had been proven early on (Moira sobered a bit at the memory) that restricting his upper body had no dampening effect on his powers- so his arm hung loosely at his sides. He stared quietly at the wall across from him. Moira knew the look. It was not one of nerves, nor of distance, nor even one of violent compulsion. He simply. . . existed. One could even say he looked at peace, free f

TFP: Isolation by Megan1289, literature

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TFP: Isolation

Log: Solar cycle. . . Shockwave froze in the middle of his typing. It was impossible to know how much time had passed since he had been incapacitated. Log: Solar cycle 1, since memory restoration. There were many cracks and spots in his vision. The spots would appear and disappear, taking shape in some other region of his sight when he wasn't paying attention. He did not remember ever repairing his optic- a blaster blow from an Autobot of that caliber would have surely rendered him blind. It was logical to assume he himself had done so, since the ruins of his lab were undisturbed from the collapse. And the gaps in his memory meant t

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