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Explosive Meetings

Title: Explosive Meetings Ship: Lou/Junkrat [Self Insert/Canon] Word Count: 1823 Summary: On a mission to investigate a string of robberies for Talon, Lou finds himself getting in the middle of a heist he didn’t see coming. Junkrat takes a liking to him, and decides he’s part of the crew now. He’s...not sure how to feel about all of it. A/N: A commission for @snagg-ships and their ship with Junkrat! It was fun to write and I hope you enjoy it ;u;

“And you’re positive this is the next location that’ll be hit?”

Lou narrowed his eyes down at the watch on his wrist, the undeterred gaze of Reaper’s mask matching his look as he took a moment to gather his thoughts. To bite back the slight sarcasm that wanted to echo from his lips towards his commander as that question reached his ears for what felt like the twentieth time that day. Was he sure? Were his calculations correct? There was near offence in the base of his soul for all of these doubts.

“Lou.”

“Sir, if you have time to doubt me,” He spoke with a twist of a smirk on his face, “You have time to think of a contingency plan should I fail. Which I won’t. I’ve told you and Sombra the same thing: My calculations are nothing short of perfect.”

“That confidence will be your downfall, agent.”

“Appreciate the pep-talk,” Lou rolled his eyes, “Now I have a job to do.”

Through the speaker, the crackled sound of Reaper’s heavy sigh echoed before he logged off, leaving Lou standing in the darkest alleyway just off of the busy London streets alone. A wind whipped around him, chilling him under his coat as he gazed around the area with a sharp look to his eyes.

The bank heists that had been occuring around the city had not gone unnoticed by the London-based Talon operative. They struck with a chaotic methodology across the area in a way that both disturbed and intrigued him all at once. Even before his higher ups had given him the order to investigate the occurences, Lou had begun to research them on his own. His home was nothing but a wall of research now, papers taped to various locations with highlights marked through them in hopes of connecting the strings. Of making puzzle pieces match and figuring out the motive of the unknown robbers, the game of cat and mouse between them all practically tantalizing to him as he observed his connections.

The chaos went in a circle. The center of it? London’s largest national bank.

Lou stepped from the alley, watching the bank across the street with narrowed eyes. It was growing late. The passersbys were becoming less and less, fading away with the closing of bars and the end of the nightlife times. Fog had begun to creep between buildings, holding onto the concrete like a snake whose prey had fallen into its jaws. Hands in his pockets, Lou frowned at the building as its lights slowly flickered out of existence with the last of the security guards ending his shifts, a night proportionally uneventful.

Were they stupid? To think that their bank was safe so underguarded? Perhaps they wanted the thieves to come, a trap being already set to catch them...The reasoning and methodologies construed themselves aimlessly in Lou’s mind as he tilted his head, leaning against the wall of the pawn shop at this side.

“TIME TO BLOW THIS PLACE, ROADIE!”

Lou jumped off of the building, whirling around with wide eyes at the shop before him. Seemingly lackluster in the front, the shop did hold a small variety of knick knacks and golden trinkets sparkling in the underlights. He squinted in through the window, trying to see past the gadgets in favor of the muffled echo of words he was almost sure he could pinpoint to this location. Figures inched within it, faster and slower and faster again as they moved forward...forward....forward-

Oh fuck-

Glass shattered around him as the indiscernible beings broke from the shop, sending Lou stumbling backwards. He landed on his ass, tailbone throbbing with pain as he looked up in shock at the bodies before him, soon passing him as they ran. No sooner had he seen them and opened his mouth to shout for their immediate halt that the building behind him seemed to grow warm. Too warm.

BOOM!

Lou was thrown forward, the impact of the explosion radiating against his back as rubble rained from the destruction the apparent bomb had caused. The sudden flames around the area sent the world around him into panic, dissipating the fog and echoing the screams of those who were close enough to see the event. The world warped in his head, echoing dizzily as it swirled into a cacophony of laughter and blackness, fading finally into the void.

Junkrat paused mid-run, watching behind him with wide eyes and an even wider interest in the being amidst the rubble.

“Oi, Roadie, hold up now-” Junkrat practically tossed his parcel over to his friend, who caught it in one large hand with a confused tilt of his head. As Junkrat scrambled backwards into the rubble, Roadhog peered around the roads with an annoyed sight through his mask. “We don’t have time for this,” He snapped impatiently, “We need to get out of hear, Jamison.”

“We will, mate, we will-!” Junkrat waved his friend off as he got to work digging the body out of the rubble, tilting his head, “This fella may have some extra goodies on him ‘s all, c’mon, let me have my corpse looting fun. I haven’t gotten to loot a corpse since I was last in the Queen’s city!”

Mako rolled his eyes under his mask, but said nothing else as Junkrat heaved the body of the man out, looking him over with an acute raise of his eyebrow. Though his face was covered in soot, multiple cuts bleeding across his cheeks and forehead due to the impact of the explosion, there was still something...chaotic about it. Something intriguing...A sort of style that made Junkrat feel halfway drawn to him for almsot no other reason than the way his nose wrinkled and his chest heaved as a cough and moan slipped past his lips.

“Holy FUCK, Roadie! Look-” Junkrat gasped and gripped the man, lifting him out of the rubble and holding him with ease to show off at his friend, “-He’s still breathing! Straight up survived my bombs that close range...this is one cockroach of a bugger that’s for sure….” Junkrat’s grin grew as he held the man out towards Roadhog so his larger friend could examine the form with skepticism, “Can we keep him?”

“He’s not a pet, Rat.” Roadhog disagreed with a huff, the mask he was wearing covering his eyes as they made their way down towards the watch the knocked out stranger was wearing, noting its expensive style...and the Talon sigil etched in its screensaver. He said nothing of it out loud as Junkrat pouted up at him, his eyes half watering with the effort of acting and half with the soot that filled the air. “C’mon, don’t be such a STICK. Who knows what this fella can do and-”

Sirens cut him off, loud and reeling in the back of his mind. Junkrat startled, clutching the body close to him like a pillow as he looked around, swallowing comedically. Roadhog’s head snapped up with him, eyeing the reds and blues of the police cars coming at an all-too uncomfortable speed in the distance. With no time to truly decide or give Junkrat a proper explanation, the hulking junker sighed in defeat and gripped at both his employer and the knocked out stranger’s body, heaving them into his arms and running as fast as his legs could manage to send him. Junkrat’s laugh faded through the fog as they made their escape.

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Lou’s eyes fluttered open, the pain in his head obvious as his ears rung in the back of his mind. His bones ached with the effort of consciousness, though the material under his form was far softer than the concrete he had thought he passed out on.  A fear rumbled its way into his consciousness as he awoke fully, bolting upright with a sharp gasp of air. His eyes caught the sight of a motel room, dingy in its upkeep but bright in its lighting. The face that held itself in front of him as well, all burnt skin and dilated eyes grinning sheepishly at his form, startled him enough to yelp.

“What the fuck!”

“Ohoho! He’s awake!” The stranger cackled with a grin on his lips, rocking on his cross-legged position at the very end of the bed. His angular build was both familiar and unfamiliar all at once, the state of confusion out weighting Lou’s craving for knowledge on just where he recognized the stranger.

“Who the fuck are you!? Where-Where the fuck-” Junkrat stood, striking a pose as he grinned at the stranger.

“Me? Why, just your personal saviour, darl! Pulled you right outta that rubble I did. Granted, I CAUSED the rubble too but-ah-whatever the past is in the past ain’t it? Names Jamison Fawkes, but, me mates just call me Junkrat. I can tell we’re gonna be GREAT mates, so, you can call me that too how’s about it?”

The world spun with all of the information being presented to him. Lou felt himself pale at the realization of just where he saw this stranger before. The news. Headlines. Suspected of robberies and armed crimes across the globe. Junkrat and...that meant Roadhog as well. Lou’s head whipped around suspiciously, frowning as he searched for the well known man’s partner in crime.

“What’cha lookin for?”

“You have a partner with you.”

“Oh Roadie?” Junkrat snorted loudly and threw his hand back in incredulity, “Lug’s out gettin’ us some grub! You must be starvin’ after three days of sleeping.”

“Well, I guess I am pretty-FOUR DAYS?”

Lou scrambled up, but the pain in his side caused him to crumble, slipping out of the side of the bed. He expected to hit the floor, crumbling beneath himself, but was instead greeted with a gentle touch and a firm grip holding him up. Junkrat hovered near the other’s face, his grin toothy as he shook with amusement.

“You ain’t goin’ anywhere yet, darl,” Junkrat cackled, “You can barely think let alone walk! What’s your name, you can have some of my wontons when Roadie gets back!”

The offer was genuine. Lou’s stomach growled. The smile was equal parts terrifying and kind at the same time, intriguing the other enough to relax his shoulders and sigh in defeat, the ghost of an amused look pressing onto his face before fading back into nothingness.

“It’s….Lou.”

“Well, Lou,” Junkrat cheered and shoved him back into bed, “Welcome to the Junker Squad! You’ll have a blast here, trust me! Ain’t never a dull moment with us-”

Lou, despite himself, chuckled. Perhaps it was true enough. Until he could heal...maybe it would be okay to watch them. See their movements. Get close to them.

Perhaps it would change his life for the better.