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Once again you were left alone in the kitchen after dinner, everyone exiting as soon as they were done eating. This was your third dish duty in a row, but you honestly didn't mind it. It was the longest time you got to yourself during workdays, training and being on the field taking up most of your time. The heroes' mixed eating habits also helped your dish load since some of them ate whenever. You walked around the big table, grabbing the plates and cutleries on it. ''God, Junkrat is such a messy eater...'', you whispered to yourself, humming a song while cleaning up. You put the dishes into the sink and started up the faucet, putting some gloves on. Gloves helped with your sensory issues and wet food was definitely one that caused stress.
''Hey Siri, play Epitaph by King Crimson on Spotify.'' you said, grabbing the dish soap bottle and pouring some on the dish brush, scrubbing away on the plates. You were so deep into thought, your body in automatic as you cleared up the dishes. Even though only 60% of the heroes were eating dinner at the same time, the dish amount was massive. Due to this, doing the dishes took you around an hour and a half. Once you were done, you smacked the wet gloves on the edge of the sink and let out a huff. ''Lord... This shit will drive me insane some day. My back hurts so bad...'' You whined, pressing your hands to your lower back and leaning forward in efforts to help ease the pain - it didn't work. Sighing, you walked up to the fridge and stared inside, seeing different food labeled with different heroes' names. ''Damn... No fruit snacks.'' You mumbled, closing the fridge and walking to the hallway. ''I'm going out!'' You yelled, knowing no one heard but still making sure you stated you'd be gone. Grabbing your keys and coat, you stepped outside and walked along the long driveway leading to the main road.
Once you arrived at the store, you grabbed a small basket and walked around the store, checking to see if they had things you liked. Walking around the store, you got a gut feeling that someone or something had it's eyes on you and it made you feel very uneasy. It was around 11pm on a Friday night, so weird people were prancing around at this time. You tried pushing away the feeling, putting things into your basket half mindedly, only really just wanting to get away from the feeling of being watched. You went to the register and hurriedly paid for your things, grabbing your bag and speed walking out of the store. It wasn't that you were not ready to fight, but being built feminine came with it's risks when walking outside at this hour - or really ever. Hugging yourself, you tried getting your panicked breathing under control as you heard approaching footsteps behind you.
Your worst fear came true, feeling a pair of hands grab you by your arm, pulling you towards the assaulter. ''Let me the fuck go! Help!'', you yelled in hopes of someone hearing your cry for help. ''If you stay quiet I'll make it quick...'', the man whispered in your ear, grabbing onto your arm with strength that would surely leave bruises. The man moved his hands to your neck, squeezing in efforts to choking you out. Your adrenaline started pumping, fight or flight response making you hyperaware. 'You’re an Overwatch hero, why the fuck are you not fighting back?!', you thought to yourself, tossing around and gripping onto the assaulters wrists. You managed to loosen his grip by a little, swinging your leg backwards and kicking him right in the babymaker. This gave you ample time to make your escape, running for your life towards the Overwatch living quarters.
You finally reached the front doors, bending down and panting as you let out a sob, the realization of what just happened hitting you. You opened the door, setting your keys down and making a run for it to your room, completely ignoring Sigma who was standing in front of you, taken aback by your sudden speediness.
''Y/N?'' Sigma asked, following you to your room only to be met by you closing your door behind you. ''Liefje?'' He inquired, knocking on your door. ''Is everything okay?'', he asked, thinking it was another one of your meltdowns. He was used to you storming off but he knew you would be okay after a little while. You went into your en suite bathroom, stripping your clothes off and jumping into the shower. You felt so dirty and you could only be thankful that it didn't escalate any further than it did. Your mind was all over the place so you didn't even notice or hear your boyfriend calling out to you outside of your bedroom. All you really had in your mind was to scrub yourself clean, have a cry and sleep.
After scrubbing at your skin for god knows how long, you stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel and walking into your bedroom. Looking around, you just felt so trapped and anxious from the state of it all. Clothes, trash and dishes laying around. Standing there, dissociating, you felt a hand on your shoulder that managed to drag you out of your self-defense-like state. ''Siebren?'' You said quietly, letting out a whimper as you wrapped your arms around your boyfriends waist, squeezing him as tightly as you could, tears forming in your eyes. ''What's wrong liefje? Talk to me.'' Sigma said, furrowing his brows as he held you close. Your meltdowns were usually bad but you never really wanted physical contact during them so this was odd, even from you. You let out a huff, sniffling and loosening up your death grip on him. ''I was... Assaulted when I was walking home from the s-store.'' You managed out, your lip quivering. ''Please don't be mad, I-I fought back!'', you stammered, looking at him in the eyes. Sigma frowned, giving you an almost pitiful look as he gazed into your eyes. ''I can never tell what goes on in that head of yours. Why on earth would I ever be mad at you for such a thing? God, I'm just glad you are safe, mijn geliefde. I don't know what I would do if you got hurt- Are-... Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? What did he look like? Where did this happen?'' Sigma asked, starting to get riled up at the thought of someone hurting you. You closed your eyes, taking a breather as you tried processing all the questions he just spewed at you. ''Please just... Siebren please just... Can I sleep with you tonight? In your room? I don't want to be alone, especially in here...'' You said, motioning to your messy room. ''Yes of course, mijn liefje.'' He said, picking you up and levitating towards his room.
''Woorden kunnen mijn liefde voor jou niet beschrijven.'' Sigma whispered in your ear, entering his bedroom with you in his hands. You quite frankly had no idea what the whole sentence meant, but you knew a few words in Dutch here and there from spending so much time with Sigma. Hearing him talk in Dutch calmed you down - his voice was so relaxing. ''I love you so much, Dr. Kuiper.'' You said, smiling a little bit as he laid you down on the bed gently. ''You're always so good to me...'' You said, stroking his face. ''I would do anything for you.'' Sigma said, laying down beside you on the bed. ''From now on, I won't let you go out alone when it is dark and I will not take no's for an answer.'' He said, reaching his hand to gently stroke your neck where the assaulter had left marks. It broke his heart into a million pieces to see you have marks on your body from someone else other than him. You scooted closer to him, feeling so small compared to his size. It made you feel protected knowing how large he was and how scary he could be when he actually got mad. ''Goedenacht, Siebren.'' You said, clinging onto him for dear life as the adrenaline rush earlier made you extremely sleepy. Sigma stroked your hair, holding you close to his body. His mind was racing and he just stared down at you, his brain working like crazy. He was silently screaming at himself for letting you get hurt like that, being so worked up in his laboratory that he didn't notice that you even left. That night Sigma got no sleep.