(Part two of Thoughts *aka Big*. This time it's Roadhog's turn.)
((a/n: this took longer than I meant it to. I wrote it originally but the program crashed so I had to redo it. Suffering.))
That was Roadhogâs first thought when he finally managed to grab the scrappy little rat he had been chasing for over a week. His giant hands holding the smaller junker easily.
On fire actually. The young man was literally smoldering and even his hair was smoking. Just the sight had Hog feeling his chest constrict, asthma threatening to rear up and bite.
Roadhog noticed the brat eyeing him strangely too and had to give him credit. The kid had balls. Not just because he was face to face with Hog without pissing himself, but he had also attempted, quite vigorously, to disembowel the Enforcer with all manner of explosives.
Roadhog snapped out of his daze when he felt a metal finger poke into his extended belly, right into the middle of his tattoo.
âHooley Dooley mate. Yer fuckinâ massive!â the ratâs voice cackled out.
A soon to be snuffed fire, was Roadhogâs next thought as he proceeded to strangle the fucker unconscious.
It had been a few months now since they had began their partnership. Roadhog had been regretting his decision every day since the beginning.
The Rat never shut up! Always talking, chattering, laughing, and even making odd sounds that Hog didnât even want to identify. But, the kid had bigger balls than Roadhog first thought. Not many would just offer the man hunting them a job. It was the main reason Hog had agreed, beside the payout of course.
At the moment both bodyguard and boss were caught up in another firefight amongst the dirt and scrap.
A pack of feral Junkers had tried ambushing them but they hadnât banked on how crazy both their targets were.
That was Roadhogâs first thought when he heard and felt the giant explosion behind him.
âHog turned to see the last bits of an old truck explode and soar into the sky before landing on an unfortunate group of men. Standing near the blaze with his arms spread wide and high was Junkrat. The fucking idiot was cackling like a maniac.
Mako stared, noticing how the fire in front of Junkrat outlined the manâs body in an ember glow.
A laughing fire demon, Roadhog thought while he tossed his hook and speared the man trying to sneak up on his boss. Roadhog yanked the man close before blowing the cockâs face off with his scrap gun. Junkratâs laughter was still dancing in the air and before Mako knew it a loud chuckle escaped him as well.
It had been years since Roadhog laughed like this. Not just laughing at the pain he caused others, but from true enjoyment. His laughter echoing through the area as Roadhog slaughtered his way through the rest of the gang, belly aching by the end and lungs grasping for oxygen.
He didnât even notice the look Junkrat gave him. Not yet.
They had finally made it out of Australia, but now they had to be more careful. For the moment, before their crime spree began, they could be lax. Once they got down to business however, everyone and their dog would be after them.
Having stopped at an abandoned building just outside the target city, Roadhog tried to relax. But with Junkrat in tow such a thing was near impossible. The fucker never shut up. He was either 120 miles per hour or zero. No in between. And normally no zero either.
Not even when Hog snapped and chunked a good sized piece of broken masonry at the wall by the little fuckâs head did Rat shut up.
Only when it was time for Junkratâs shift of sleep did he grow quiet. Of fucking course.
The scrawny rat curled up on his bedroll in a tight ball like an animal before shutting his eyes.
Hog almost thought he would get peace.
Almost.
Soon the blessed silence was broken by a soft sound and a clicking noise. Roadhog ran a hand down his mask in exasperation before he glanced over and noticed his bossâs back, trembling in the night air. It was indeed colder here than back home. Although Hog had enough blubber not to care.
Roadhog hummed in thought to himself, eyes on that trembling back and counting the spinal ridges he could see. There were a lot.
That noise was too annoying. At least, thatâs what Roadhog told himself as he moved closer to Rat before sitting again. He made sure the punk was asleep before gently pulling Junkrat into his thick arms and onto his warm belly.
Roadhog could snap the smaller man like a twig if he wanted. And he even toyed with the thought. But Hog didnât do it.
The reaction from Junkrat was immediate. The trembling stopped almost instantly and Junkrat settled back down. He hadnât seemed to have woken either, which Hog was eternally grateful for.
Mako did NOT want to hear whatever Jamison would say about this situation.
As Roadhog held the smaller man close, he watched for danger. Nothing was putting out the fire Mako held in his arms.
Years had gone by and somehow Roadhog was still stuck with the twitchy little fuck. Years of being dragged around everywhere in the world. Heists, anarchy, petty theft, kidnapping, even jay-walking on a good day.
They had done it all.
But now they were with Overwatch. Despite the previous experience of âGoing Legitâ as Junkrat had put it, they still joined up. And honestlyâŠIt wasnât bad.
Hog climbed out of his clean, warm bed to greet the day, having noticed a lack of someone smaller and dirtier next to him.
It didnât take long to find Junkrat. He was out on the edge of a balcony just down the main hall. Roadhog snorted before his heavy footsteps made their way closer.
The morning light of dawn was just peeking over the horizon, itâs rays gleaming over the landscape. Roadhog paused, watching in silence as the light brushed against Jamisonâs hair, making it appear like real flickering flames.
Soon he resumed his journey forward, chains rattling while he plopped down next to the smaller man.
They sat in silence, just watching the day begin and greeting the dawn together. Roadhog didnât even realize what he was doing when he placed a giant hand over his partnerâs smaller one. It had become a force of habit. Hog glanced to the side, blaming his asthma for the catch in his breath as the gentle smile he rarely saw spread across Jamisonâs features.
It had started as a spark that first day, within those orange eyes. The spark becoming bigger and fuller as time went on until it roared through Hogâs veins like lava.
Roadhog had been a fool to agree to be Junkratâs bodyguard. It had changed his life forever. Mako thought he could contain the flames as they grew stronger within his chest. He had been wrong, because nothing could stop this raging wildfire now.
