the Lena'n'Max AUs masterpost
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( The main and relatively fleshed-out ones )
( The fractal AUs, or AUs of AUs )
( The one-off, prompt-based, or otherwise less-explored ones )
Need to chase down fic links and add them where appropriate...
Well, thought Lena McCarroll, handcuffed in the back of the Stilwater PD armored van, the Saints are not likely to bail me out of this one.
The sun is just rising, orange light filling the cracks in the windows of the new Overwatch’s HQ, or more accurately, its hide-out. Likely abandoned since shortly after the Omnic crisis, it’s only marginally worse than the Saints’ base of operations, low-profile and generally low-tech except for the few amenities that Winston has managed to repair or install himself. The old dormitory’s doors don’t lock, and the beds are worse than the granite slab of a mattress she’d had in boot camp. There’s a kitchenette with an unreliable oven and no dishwasher, and the only furniture in the adjacent rec room is Winston’s tire swing and a musty couch with a persistent odor of stale coffee.
( And thank fuck for coffee )