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"Left detour!"

I watched Lucio make an immediate swerve to the left, glancing back at the coach.

"Don't look at me, Santos. Right detour, double time it! Make sure you hit that turn!"

He looked ahead of him, making the immediate swerve. He was about to make the left turn when he slipped up and went flying into the wall, hitting his head against the glass and falling backwards onto his bottom.

"Not literally!" His coach yells with a groan.

I heard the rest of his team groan and start murmuring and whispering behind me; I sighed and got up, pushing myself onto the ice to get over to him. "You alright, Santos?"

He sighed and blinked hard a couple of times. "Feel like I just got plowed by Reinhardt."

I smirked at him, chuckling slightly. "Well, he doesn't do it on purpose."

He sighed, blinking really hard.
I helped him sit up and I pulled my tiny flashlight out. "You feel dizzy? Vision blurry?"

"Just a little dizzy, but I'm fine." He says, taking off his helmet and rubbing the back of his head.

"Well... Just to be sure." I held up my flashlight.

He made a face but agreed to it anyway.

I smile at him and click it on. "Okay, just follow the light."

He followed it up and down, but when I went to the left his brown eyes went right.

"Yeah. Maybe you should take a short break." I put the light away and held out my hand.

He took it with a nod and I pulled him back onto his skates. He almost slipped up again but I tightened my grip on his arm, slowly taking him back over to the opened part of the wall.

Coach was talking away with one of the players and he shooed him off when he saw us coming over. "Okay, good. He's up. Get over to that end, you're doing it again." He jotted something on his clipboard.

Lucio sighed and was about to go over to where he started, but I held my grip in his arm. "Actually, Coach, I want him to sit out for a little bit."

Lucio gave me a shocked look, as if no one's ever told him to take a break.

"No. No, no can do. Championship Game's tomorrow. He's my best scorer. I need him on that rink. Get your butt out there." He blew his whistle at him, making him flinch.

Lucio sighed and pushed himself back out to where he had started.

"On my mark..." He blew his whistle and Lucio pushed off, pushing the puck along with the stick.

"Left detour!"

He did that.

"Right detour, double time! Make that turn, Correia!"

I watched him make the right shift, but go too fast and crash into the wall that was on his right.

I winced on the impact and sighed as his coach groaned.

"Come on, Santos!"

I shake my head and skate over to where he was. "That hit was harder than the last one, there, Santos. You sure you're alright?"

"Yeah, I'm good. Track's a little beat up, but I'm good." Lucio went to stand up, but almost fell backwards again. I grabbed his arm so he wouldn't hit the ground.

"Yeah, it's break time for you." I say. I felt his grip on my arm tighten when I started to move him back towards the seats.

"Okay, Santos, you obviously need work on your balance." Coach says, his face turning slightly pink.

"He doesn't need balance, he needs a break. You've been pushing him to do the same thing for almost 3 hours." I say, helping him step off the ice. "Just let him sit and have someone else practice."

"As coach of this team, I need these guys ready for anything Talon's gonna throw our way. Correia's my best score maker, I need him to have this down."

"As the medical agent of this team, it's my job to keep these guys on their feet. I'm telling you that if you push him any harder without giving him a break, he's gonna crash and burn. If he crashes and burns, you won't having your top score maker at Championship tomorrow. I think you should worry more about avoiding what Reaper's stunts are out there in a game, and let the kid rest. I would like to finally have a game where penalty isn't put on our team for something they did."

His face was red. "McCree! Get your ass down here, boy. You get the next 15 minutes. Reinhardt, you're next. Come on guys, we only have an hour left in here." Coach shot me a slight glare. "You and I will talk later."

I roll my eyes and give my brother a high five as he walked past towards the ice.

"Don't hurt yourself." I say, going to get a water bottle.

I heard McCree chuckle. "When have I ever done that?"

I smirk. "Think fast!" I chucked an empty bottle at him and he went flying backwards onto his bottom in an attempt to catch it.

The rest of the team started laughing and my brother's face turned red.

"Get your ass up, boy. I want you to show me your U-Turns, come on, let's go!"

I smile innocently at him and he chucks the bottle to the side, giving me his classic "I ain't done with you" glare.

I shake it off and go to get a Gatorade bottle.

And as soon as I opened the cooler, I heard a familiar chuckle.

I sighed, trying to ignore it, but when I turned around she was right there.

"What do you want, Sombra?" I ask, closing the cooler.

"What? We can't talk medic to medic?" She had this really sneaky smirk on her face.

"You're not supposed to be in here for another hour. I'm surprised your coach let you go anywhere without the team."

"We've been making... Amends."

I raise an eyebrow. "Uh-huh." I go to walk around her but she steps in my way. "Okay, what do you want?"

"A truce." She gave me a somewhat innocent smile.

"Any truce with you is bad news." I push past her.

"Oh, ouch. There's the burn."

I look at her with my hand on the doorknob. She's up to something. I know it.

"Too bad there's no sting. Of course, the truce would include your team having a guaranteed win tomorrow."

"What? By hacking Talon's skates like you did with our coach's bank account?"

"Oh, that's all in the past. We're in the present, muñeca.* You agree to help me, I agree to help you. I could get you some extra supplies for tomorrow."

"Supplies for what? Mopping up your team's tears when we win? Give me a break."

"Oh, you're muy bueno en dar la quemadura,** but you never seem to make the sting."

I glared at her. "I don't get it. What's in it for you?"

"Oh, nothing much. Just for your brother to clear my record."

"Forget it. Jesse isn't dumb. He'd never do that even if his life depended on it."

"Hardly believable. I've seen him do it before to his own, you know..."

I felt my face get hot. How the hell does she know about that?

"Here. I'll leave my card here. Think about it." She put a pink card on the table and pushed past me with a smirk, leaving the room.

I sighed, rubbing my forehead. I was about to walk out when that business card caught my eye.

I hesitated, but went over and picked it up.

She had 'Call Me ♥' written on it as if I were one of the guys she meets at a bar or store.

Sad.

I shoved the card in my pocket and walked out with the Gatorade bottle, hearing the Coach from down the hall.

"Reinhardt! You're up! You're next, Jamison."

I could hear the peg-legged goalie's ridiculous laugh. I shook my head.

Even if I agreed to that, I could never ask Jesse to clear her record. She's a hacker. She should be able to do it herself.

But apparently she needs leverage.

Nothing good ever comes out of that.

* Muñeca - Doll
** Muy bueno en dar la quemadura - Very good at giving the burn

Test 9
OC: Ashleigh Irisa Oonishi
Fandom: Overwatch
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