#slipstreamed

[amoralgeneticist]

@slipstreamed

Moira was briefed on the new subject being in their laboratory’s testing facility as she was escorted there by an armed guard for her safety. Her assistant extrapolated on all of the details of the capture, including how they’d tended to the girl’s wounds she’d sustained in the tussle before she’d been tranquilized. As the doctor approached the glass of the cell where the girls body lay still asleep she glanced at her assistant and nodded. 

“You’re certain then?” She inquired, hands folded behind her back.

“Yes, ma’am.” The considerably younger man insisted. “We had multiple soldiers report witnessing the same. She’s a werewolf.”

“Good work. Make sure she’s properly fed. This girl isn’t a prisoner, understand? She’s an asset.” She informed sternly, directing her attention to the guard harshly as she pronounced the last of her statement before dismissing them, surveying the form of the collared, slender figure on the hospital bed beside the wall. From a distance she appeared as if nothing were particularly out of the ordinary with the girl from Moira’s perspective, but she knew to trust her colleague’s word. 

[mercilesshealer]

Mending | AU for @slipstreamed

Angela stretched her arms high above her head, waiting for the coffee machine to finish filling her thermos. With the addition of a splash of milk from her jug in the small personal refrigerator she kept at the nurses station, she was on her way to checking her schedule for the day in her office. 

It had been two weeks since the major incident in Illios. Private Oxton had been recovered for surgery post-mission after an unlikely run in with Talon operatives during a standard resupply. With their star-scout on mandatory bedrest and---quite literally---clipped wings because of her suregery, Tracer and effectively the rest of the crew were grounded; Doctor’s orders.

Angela made her way into the recovery ward, checking on patients one after another with brief interactions. 

How is your pain? Are the prosthetics working? Cleared for active duty.

One by one Angela finished with the few others who’d been admitted before and after their youngest member’s incident. But, the doctor was sure to save her exchanges with Lena for last. She’d taken a special interest in assuring the scout’s safety since her first mission; that wasn’t about to change now that she’d gone up slightly in their ranks.

“Good afternoon, Ms. Oxton.” She greeted warmly, entering the private’s recovery room. “Today’s the day we get you going on physical therapy, Ja?” The blonde chimed, reaching to pull up her notes about Lena’s report on the monitor at her bedside. 

[mercilesshealer]

Starter for @slipstreamed | Golden Age Overwatch 

The mission was a success, everyone had returned home safe under Angela’s watch with minimal injury and after the debriefing on the short flight back to Gibraltar, the troops were all offered some time for decent rest. Despite being dismissed, Angela personally requested that each of them follow up after a good nights sleep for a routine check-up before any of them would think of returning to training or having the possibility of an impromptu mission. 

The last on her list the following afternoon was the Rookie. Being the new scout and not used to the team’s natural dynamics, she’d gone astray a handful of times and wound up fleeing back to Mercy’s side for a couple close calls. Angela knew she’d be feeling the toll today.

“Gute arbeite, Lena. You really impressed everyone yesterday, including me.” She praised, leading the new recruit to the exam room. “I hope you aren’t feeling too banged up today.”

[amoralgeneticist]

♔ (ft. drunk lena)

| @Slipstreamed sent ♔ to push my muse up against a wall | 

Moira made her way quietly through the halls of the medical wing. It was late, and her colleagues had all retired for the evening several hours prior. She’d committed to finishing a few documents before allowing herself a drink at her desk in the comfortable silence of her office before turning in herself. She waited–briefcase in hand–for the lift up from the lower level to the hanger. To her surprise, one of the newer members among their ranks was perched in the corner of the elevator when the doors opened. 

“Good evening.” The doctor greeted casually as she entered, noting the girl’s eyes on her and the sway in her stance when the lift began to rise. That lean inclined, and with the shifting of the soldier’s feet when the car came to a stop at the hanger, Moira anticipated the inevitable as the brunette stumbled toward her. 

“Woah, there.” She called out as she caught the much-shorter girl by her shoulders, dropping her briefcase of paperwork and personal effects on the floor to clatter against the metal surface. She found herself with her shoulder blades pressed to the wall, hoping the cadette would recover on her own. “Ms. Oxton, is it? I suggest you find somewhere more suitable for rest in a condition such as yours.”

[amoralgeneticist]

❝Can we go out for fried chicken?❞

“You’re joking.” Moira groaned, tilting her head back as the mouth of the bottle left her lips. “It’s practically tomorrow, and you want to go out?”