Making Amends [Mercy]

It was surprising how quickly a place could sneak up on you.

After the explosive end of Overwatch, Dr. Ziegler had thought that chapter of her life forever closed. It was a bittersweet thing, made painful by the lives and ideals lost all those years ago. Yet it had not been a chapter that she had ever lingered or pined over, and the blonde woman had never had any troubles with moving on with her life. Always look forward, never back. Good words, and good words to live by. Overwatch might have been gone, but her own life was far from over. There were still hundreds of places and thousands of people out there in the world in need of aid, if not more, and the good doctor had been tireless in her endeavors to provide for them.

Which was what made the re-emergence of Overwatch a fact that went mostly ignored by the woman, until she had been personally approached. There had been reservations of course. There had been questions. Yet in the end Dr. Ziegler had ultimately decided to rejoin with her old comrades, for reasons not even she could fully explain.

Yet.

The transition had been surprisingly easy, and Dr. Ziegler had quickly become comfortable in her medical lab. It was nothing special: outdated, dingy, clearly cobbled together from scrap and salvage, but at the same time it felt so right. After so many years working out of medical tents and half-converted shells of buildings, it very quickly felt like home.

She was sitting in her cramped office when she heard the knock. "Yes?" Dr. Ziegler looked up just as a... surprisingly familiar face poked in through the door frame. Well now. This was.... this was unexpected. Dr. Ziegler's brow furrowed slightly at the sight. Of all the people she had expected to step into her office... Still, the blonde allowed a pleasant smile to slide into place as she rose from her seat. "Can I help you, Mr. Fawkes?" There would be no room for impoliteness in her small domain.

Junkrat couldn't help his fidgeting as he slipped into her office, his head twitching everywhere but at her as he avoided her gaze, "Uh...Hullo..." He really didn't know what to expect, he'd always heard that she was the most compassionate of the team, but how far would that go when he literately kidnapped her? Sure they'd spent most of the ordeal with her giving him life coaching advice, which was still one of the weirdest situation he'd ever been in, but it was still wrong.

He also knew that she'd been especially busy lately, what with the recent string of injuries that had happened fairly quickly during their time in Gibraltar, he was surprised she wasn't a nervous wreck, he would have been in her shoes. But he supposed that was why he would never make it in the medical field.

After a moment of mulling over what to say, he cleared his throat and shuffle-limped closer, holding the flowers out to her, "listen...Me an' yew...We uh...Well I did yew wrong." He nodded and then sighed, "yew helped me...An' I payed yew back by draggin' yew off into th'woods...An' I jus'...M'sorry..." He lifted a hand to runit through his hair, "I shoulda' said this sooner, but I hope it carries th'same weight now..." He gave her a crooked smile and quirked his head to the side, "we're on th'same team now...So I figure maybe I ought t'try and show yew that I ain't all that terrible...I'm tryin' t'be a better person...S'hard but I s'pose most things are." He only hoped the good doctor was not one to carry grudges.

Though her schedule was one that left her with little to no time to loiter around and idly chatter by, Dr. Ziegler did not try to press or hurry the younger man along. It was obvious that he was having a difficult time saying what he wished to say. To force the words out before they were ready would be a harmful thing indeed. They would come out in time.

And come out they did, along with a bundle of flowers. "Oh!" There was genuine surprise in the blonde's voice, though it was not a displeased sort. "How kind!" Gently, she accepted the proffered gift, a warm smile of genuine thanks offered in return. And what prompted this little surprise? Ah. Ah yes. The incident of the kidnapping. She had genuinely thought that there would never be any form of apology from it, but to be proved wrong... well. Her day had taken a turn for the better. And she was happy to be proved wrong. Perhaps she had made some error in judgement at his character.

"Apology accepted Mr. Fawkes." In truth she had forgiven for it long ago. As merciful as her moniker, the blonde woman was not one to hold grudges. Forgive and forget. Move on with life. Her free hand gently caressed the flowers (oh, but she would have to find a vase for them!) as the Australian went on, fumbling out a heartfelt apology. She knew it was. It was far too stumbling and awkward to be anything but.

Gently, she reached out to rest her hand lightly on his shoulder, still smiling that warm smile of genuine appreciation. "It is better to be late than not at all. Thank you. This is... I cannot tell you the last time I was given flowers." A small, surprisingly girlish giggle. "Doing the right thing is always hard, Mr. Fawkes. I understand it all too well. I've been keeping an eye on you and I'm quite proud of how far you've come. Are you doing well? Is there any way I can assist?"