UPDATE:
Woo! new chapter! It's been a while since I've updated this fic. I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I've been busy. Here's another chapter because I'm really stubborn and I can't give up on a fanfic.
Reaper slowly took off his mask and set it on the table next to him. His sin was in fact light gray and his hair was dark brown and most of it was parted to the right with some of it on the left. He didn't have his iconic beard he used to have. In fact, he was shaven clean aside from some stubble. Tracer's brown eyes widened. "I told you, I'm a scarred, gray skinned-"
"Don't say that." Tracer said. "Why do you say that?"
"Because I'm not a hero." Reaper rasped angrily. "I'm a wraith at heart because of Mercy's malfunctioning machine."
"People can change." Tracer said, her face sad and her eyes big. "I know that from my past."
"Your past?" Reaper's eyebrow raised. "I know about everyone here's past."
"You don't know about what I was thinking." Tracer said. Tracer stepped towards Reaper.
"What?" Reaper asked.
"I would've become you." Tracer said. "I wanted to kill Overwatch." She took a deep breath. "They put me on a plane that could've killed me and for a while it did!"
"But then you started fading in and out." Reaper said.
"Yes." Tracer said. "But then Winston made this for me." She said pointing at the Chronal Excelerator on her chest. "But nobody ever did anything for you." She said quietly.
"That's right." Reaper growled. How could she read him so easily? Reaper actually felt better knowing that someone knew how he had felt. Reaper saw Tracer's eyes wander about. Suddenly her face went pale. Reaper laughed. "You look like you've seen a ghost." He rasped.
"Maybe I 'ave, Reap." She said quietly. "Maybe I 'ave."
"What?" Reaper asked.
"Sit down, Gabe." She said, gesturing to a couch in the room. Reaper slowly walked over to the couch, whilst Tracer was already there, having the ability to blink there rather quickly. Reaper sat down on the couch, resting his chin on his fist and his elbow on one of the arms of the couch.
"I'm not really sure how to deal with this." Tracer said.
"Deal with what?" Reaper said in his real voice, not hidden by the mask anymore.
''I sometimes disappear like I used to."
Reaper grew a confused look on his face. "And you haven't told Winston or Mercy?' Reaper asked.
"No!" Tracer said. "There're gonna overreact and for next few days I'm gonna be get more attention than the other patients who actually need more help." Tracer looked into Reaper's dark green eyes. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"
Reaper thought it over for a moment. "Fine. But when you start to disappear for minutes at a time I'm not staying quiet." Reaper said. Reaper slowly walked towards the door of her apartment.
"Bye, Gabe." Tracer said.
"See you later." Reaper rasped, putting on his mask.