Overwatch Headcanon Drabbles

Don't worry baby.

Warning; mentions suicide

Characters; Jamison Fawkes(Junkrat), some mention of Tracer, but she's not a prominent character in this.

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"Mama?" Little feet pattered across the old floor as a young boy ran towards his mother.

"Yes dear?" The addressed woman turned from her place in front of the stove so she could lift the young boy up and set him on the counter.

"Mommy, are you sad?" The boy looked up at his mother with large yellow eyes.

The woman stiffened, "No, baby, Mommy isn't sad."

"But you cry whenever you think I'm sleeping."

The woman let out a sigh, carefully mulling over her next words, "Jamie, sometimes people are sad without a reason, and they can't always control it. But that doesn't stop them from having happy moments. My happiest moment was when you were born, because I knew you'd bring me joy, even in my saddest of moments."

"Would... Would you be happier if papa was still here?"

"Why would I want another man in my life, when I have my favorite man right here?" The woman started tickling the little boy, earning squeals of joy.

When the boy had finally calmed down, and kept from nearly peeing himself, he turned to his mother with a serious expression.

"Mama, will you ever be happy again, like, happy all the time?"

"Yes, of course I will, I promise I'll be happy again soon." 

"Oi! Junkrat, luv, you comin'? Winston's sendin' us on another mission, you're gonna miss the briefing!"

Jamison was startled out of his thoughts, crumpling the picture of a smiling blond woman holding a little boy in his hand just a little more.

"Ay, O' course I'm comin', I ain't gon' miss a chance fer blowin' things up." Jamison stood up, placing the crumpled picture into his pocket, and started walking to the briefing room for the details of the mission, once again returning to his thoughts.

"Mama! Guess what we did in school today!" The young boy ran into his house excitedly, expecting to be met with the smiling face of his mother, only to be met with silence, "Mama?" The boy slowed his pace, quietly looking around. "Mama? Are you playing a game?"

The little boy was met with silence, "Maybe mama went to the store?" The boy walked into the kitchen to see if his mother might be there and just didn't hear him.

Upon seeing his mother wasn't there, the boy decided to sit down and do homework until his mother got home. It wasn't until nightfall did he question where she went. He stood from his spot at the dining table where he was coloring, and looked around the small shack. She wasn't in the kitchen, the living room, or the bathroom. The last place to look was the bedroom.

The boy slowly approached the bedroom door, he could hear a slow creaking from the rafters. "M-mama?" The boy quietly called out, scared to open the door, his mind racing with all the monsters that could be on the other side of the door. The scared boy slowly moved his hand to the door, taking an almost painful amount of time to open it up.

The creaking sounded like that of a rope, with a lot of weight attached to the other end, swaying. The boy opened the door fully and gasped, "M-mama! Why are you hanging there?! Don't worry mama, I'll get help!"

The boy ran out of the shack to the shack next door, pounding on the door with tears in his eyes, he called for someone, anyone to come help his mama. When someone finally answered his cries, he was in tears, his blond locks no longer in the mildly tamed state they were before. "Please, help my mama," he choked out.

They ran to his mother, where the adult gasped and quickly got the boy's mother down. his mother was laid outside, in an easily accessible place, while another adult ran to get a field nurse. The boy ran towards his mother and held her hand, "mama, why is your hand so cold? Why were you sleeping like that?" The boy started sobbing harder, "Mama please wake up."

A nurse came sprinting down the dusty street, medical kit in hand. The nurse rushed to check his mother's pulse, freezing when his hand came into contact with her wrist.

"I'm sorry young man," The nurse started, looking at the boy sadly, "but, your mother appears to have passed."

'No, mama you promised' the child thought while sitting there, weeping over his mother's body, 'you promised that you'd be happy again.'

"Jamison, luv? Are you quite alright?" Jamison felt a hand come into contact with his cheek.

"Ay, jus' rememberin' somethin'. Les' go blow stuff up, ey?"  Jamison let out a half crazed giggle, and started towards the carrier.

'I know I didn't become the man you'd hoped I'd become, but I've been happy for the both of us, and I think you'd like that'

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AN: I've had this depressing headcanon bouncing around my head recently, and I wanted to write it down, it escalated. Please help me.