Q as handsome as ever. This was your first professional Overwatch gathering you attended whilst in Blackwatch. You got anxious just remembering that experience. You went to reach for another one, but a small, white, piece of paper caught your eye. You flipped it over and Let out a choked sob you had been holding. Jack snarled that perfect smile at you, linking arms with Gabriel. They looked so happy. You dropped the photo, sniffling and wiping your tears. Your eyes were glued to Gabriels face, his genuine smile digging into you. I'll avenge you. Too tired and emotional to care, you left all your things on the floor and climbed under the bed covers and covered the light with your arm. Your face scrunched and you wanted to scream.

"Te amo mucho"

You sobbed, weeped, howled until your eyelids burned. You were producing tears faster than your could get rid of them. It was torture. You endured the static until your energy cut off and you ended up replaying memories in the bliss of sleep.

You hid behind your hands and tried not to collapse from the shame. You shook your head and tried to block out the noise of him turning over the pages.

"I look fucking bad ass in this one," Gabe commented. You squealed and scrunched up, he chuckled. He turned the page again. You kneeled down in a ball at the horrifying 'Oh?' that came out of Gabriel. He had found your more explicit drawings of him.

"You weren't meant to see those!"

"Excuse me, but I'm the one who found drawings of myself that I didn't agree to!" He laughed. You almost teared up.

"Do- do you want me to get rid of them?" You whispered anxiously. He went silent and bent down next to you.

"That's not what I meant, these are really good," he comforted. You peaked out from behind your fingers. He smiled at you, coming closer to you

"I can pose next time if you want?" You giggled and pushed his face away. Gabe stood up and you did the same.

"I was practicing my anatomy skills," You fiddled with your fingers, "Do you.. think it's weird?" He shook his head quickly and looked down at the drawing again.

"I wouldn't mind some notice next time, but I take it as a compliment that you would draw me," he flipped through the drawings again and your cheeks tingled.

"What do you mean by that? You are the best and only candidate to draw." He gave a dramatic 'Aww' and you rolled your eyes.

"Don't get cocky, or I'm asking the cowboy to the next figure drawing," You teased with a wag of a finger. He dropped his jaw open sarcastically,

"You wouldn't."

"I would." You grinned at him.

You stretched and sighed. Your eyes felt puffy and your vision was strained. You sat up and tried to get your eyes to adjust. The light was off, but you hadn't turned it off. Must be on a timer. The pillow felt damp under your hand and you stood up. You swallowed, but your throat felt parched. You needed a drink so you stepped outside and followed the route Li had told you. You couldn't tell the exact time, but it was obviously late as the the halls were completely deserted and the lights were dimmed. You continued down the hall you were in to see a large doorway opening to a gigantic room. It had many dark grey tables, some long benches, some smaller rectangles, and some two person circles. Every table had a set of red chairs and condiments. Along the far left wall there was a row of cooking supplies. Sinks, ovens with cooking rings on them, fridges, freezers, and lots of cabinets and drawers. The wall next to the doors was lined with different vending machines. Next to them you saw cups and plates on racks. You grabbed a cup and walked up to the hot drink vending machine. Sliding you cup under the dispenser, you paused to look over the many options before choosing green tea. You waited till the machine was definitely done and took your cup. You decided you would rather go sit in your room than sit in this empty hall alone so you started for the door. You stopped suddenly at something that caught your eye. It was a snack vending machine! Your stomach grumbled at the view of tasty goods. Protein bars weren't your favorite thing, but they were filling and you had missed jammed the button rather forcefully. It clattered on the bottom of the vending machine and your balanced your drink to get the bar. Now content with your haul, you continued on your way. You were halfway back when you saw those red dots emerge and float towards you. Soon the figure of Reaper was stood next to you stopped, you turned to him.

"No food, drink, or utensils are allowed outside the dining hall."

"Oh." You turned around and Reaper followed. You glanced at him quizzically. He returned the eye contact.

"I need to drink to," he explained, sounding out of patience as usual. You gave another short 'Oh' and looked down at your protein bar, occupying your eyes. Once you reached the dining hall again you went straight to the kitchen and placed your cup on the counter between the oven and the sink and started opening your bar. You watched reaper grab his own cup, wondering how those massive hands didn't smash it instantly. You watched his movements intently, his eerie aura enthralled you.

"Little late to be drinking coffee don't you think?" You commented, trying to make some kind of conversation. He just grumbled. Reaper scooped up his cup and stood next to you. You fiddled with your bar uncomfortably.

"Don't look," Reaper hurled at you threateningly. You took it sincerely and kept your eyes to the your tea. You heard rustling and a quiet sip. You fought yourself to keep to the tea, you had seen what he did to Sombra at just some small argument. He must have been chugging the whole thing because he seemed to be taking ages. You took a bite of the protein bar and focused on the odd flavour they always had. Cookies and cream? His loud gulps finally stopped and you endured more rustling. Reaper stayed silent, you did too. You were surprised to hear him try to start conversation, but he said,

"You did well earlier, Blackwatch trained you well, huh?" You winced at the mention of your past but you nodded. You picked up you cup to drink but immediately tore the cup from your lips when the water scorched your split lip, courtesy of Widowmaker. You gasped but halted when a knife slashed through your chest. Fucking recruiter. You had forgot about the gas. You turned to Reaper,

"By the way, why did your Talon recruiter come at me with a syringe?! Do you really not have any other way of getting people to base without insulting them?!" You ranted at him. That came out a lot angrier than you intended and you fiddled you hands together with the picture of choked-ragdoll-Sombra in your mind. Reaper laughed, more than his chuckle from the interrogation room. It was low in pitch, but high in volume. The sound engulfed your head, and you sat there, stunned that he was even capable of laughter. His head was back slightly, bouncing lightly. His laughter gradually faded, but you kept your eyes on him. Reaper did the same. Why does this keep happening? You scrunch your eyebrows and Reaper turned his face away.

"Why do you wear that mask?" You asked cautiously. Reaper took a breathe, seeming hesitant to answer.

"I don't like my face," Reaper explained bluntly. You scoffed and straightened up, crossing your arms too.

"That's not a good reason," you huffed. His black holes for eyes were facing you again. He lingered for a minute. Reaper balled his hands into fists and groaned impatiently. You took a step away from him, eyes widening. Smoke rose from under his coat. It twisted and curled around him like a snake. Once it had engulfed him , the smoke expanded, eating the room. You staggered back, away from the smoke, but hit a table. The smoke loomed towards you. You held your breath as everything went black. Your stamina cut short and you inhaled. To your surprise, you didn't immediately choke or cough, but the air was normal in all ways except appearance. You bravely moved forward a step. The smoke swayed and curled around you. It was pleasantly warm against your skin, and the smoke seemed to push against you slightly. A prickle at your arm caught your attention. You saw ripples in the smoke glide up your skin smoothly. It reached your short sleeve and you swatted the smoke experimentally. The smoke ran from your hand, spreading out further with a curl. The smoke spread further and further until you could just make out the counter your tea was on.

You let out a startled scream as two clawed-hands slapped themselves onto your shoulder. You swiveled in place to see Reaper laughing boisterously. You were sure you looked like a deer in headlights. You ignored his ridicule.

"What just happened?!" You shouted at him. His laughing now at small chuckles, he explained by jumping up. You jumped when his feet disappeared into more smoke. Mouth hitting the floor, you stared in a mix of horror and wonder.

"That-" Reaper stopped to listen to you intently.

"That's amazing!" You basically shouted, "How do you do that?!"

"It's a curse," Reaper replied quietly, choosing to ignore your question, "I'm a monster." You bit your lip and knitted your brows. You wouldn't have liked the thought of sympathising with a murderer a few weeks ago, but you had given up your morals for now. Not only that, but Reaper seemed to hold power here, maybe getting on his good side would benefit you.

"You're still human to me." He crossed his arms at you, and you stared into his mask.

"And even if you're not, you can't scare me, I've met way weirder people," Reaper tilted his head at you and you continued.

"I've met a cowboy, a lady who jumps through time, a fucking giant, a very ugly, small man with a really hot wife and a love for his inventions greater than his 8 children." You realized you might be spilling more than you needed, but you were enjoying your trip to the past.

"A talking monkey, a Cyborg ninja - actually what the fuck- and a man that once drank six cups of coffee in one day, without milk or sugar!" You tried not to dwell on the last one, or who it was, not wanting to start static again. But the sweet taste faded again and you defiantly wiped the tears building in your eyes. You had almost forgotten Reaper was staring at you. You soaked in his mask, noting how it had scratches and dents in it. You sniffed and hid your face, not wanting to show your pain. Reaper stepped forward and wrapped his arms around you with a 'thank you'. You seized up at the closeness and intimacy. You would be friendly to him, but you did not want contact. He felt warm around you, even through his clothes, and it burned. The height difference made you feel small and fragile. He could crack you in half if he wanted. You breathed hard but that only invited his smell into your nose. Smoke, of course.

You guessed he regretted it instantly because the hug didn't last long. You chewed your lip and danced around on your foot. Silence filled the air. Reaper stood rigid, either watching you again or thinking. You looked up at him, unease obvious. He growled and left quickly.