Author’s note: This is actually a part of a DBH comics fanfic that I wanted to do but too lazy to even start. Haha. But I had a dream of this scene a few nights ago, which inspired me to make the artwork. Then I decided to make a very short Connor x Reader fic because I’m not sure if I will ever do the comics. Haha. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Pairing: Connor x Reader
Word count:2015
Warnings: Swearing, blood, injuries, mentions of murder
I do apologise for the bad grammar and wrong spelling. (If you found any.) English isn’t my language.
Others: Y/N = your name & L/N = last name (your last name)
~
You’ve been a detective for a few years now, but you were new at DPD. You used to work at the Lansing Police Department Central Station as a homicide detective. But ever since the android revolution happened and New Jerico was created, the demand for android homicide detective increased. And as one of the best at Lansing, your boss decided to transfer you at Detroit to become one. You were not excited about your new work because you weren’t familiar with android cases. But you couldn’t take the offer down either because it was a step up to your previous position, and their offer was generous.
At first, you thought things would be difficult because of the new work and environment. But then, you met Lt. Hank Anderson and his android (now deviant) partner Connor. And they helped you to adjust, guiding you every step of the way, making your work easier than it should be.
Ever since you started working there, you’ve gone pretty close with the two; Especially Hank since you both shared a passion for alcohol and pets. Connor, on the other hand, had showed a particular interest in you. You thought it was just a neutral, curious interest. But as you spend more time with him, you couldn’t help but think that the android detective might actually have developed feelings for you. After all, he is deviant.
You didn’t think anything of it when you first notice his actions towards you. But as time progress, it had become more obvious that you couldn’t deny nor ignore it anymore, even though they were just small things, like: He would constantly check if you were alright or if you need anything. He’d offer you coffee every morning, let you borrow his coat when you’re cold. Sometimes, he would even stay late with you at the station and help you with your paperworks, then walk you home. And whenever you would eat lunch with him and Hank, or during your free time, he would ask you about your interests, hobbies, family and other personal things.
But despite all this, you stayed neutral with him. You liked him, yes. But your priority was your career. You had so much you wanted to accomplish in life, and having a relationship with someone is far from your mind.
~
6 months later…
You were assigned a case with Hank and Connor about an android having a murder spree around the city. It was, so far, the most difficult case you handled over the years since it was unfamiliar and different from the previous ones you’ve cracked. The three of you spent days of investigating and studying the case until you finally got the lead. However, when you got to the killer’s location, you weren’t expecting a group of android to greet you with violence.
There were 3 androids hiding in a room of an old apartment building; an AF200, CX100 and a HK400. All seemed to have been infected with a virus. Their eyes have turned red, “like the Terminator” as Hank referenced. And all seemed to have been programmed to kill anyone or anything they see.
After fighting back when they attacked, you, Hank and Connor had split up chasing each android as they ran through different paths. Hank was chasing the CX100 through an alleyway beside the old building where you found them. Connor chased the AF200 through the rooftop of the same building. While you chased the HK400 with a car through the busy streets of Detroit.
The HK400 had jumped onto a motorcycle and drove away, therefore, you jumped into one of the police cars parked nearby and chased after him.
It was already nighttime and it was pouring hard making it difficult for you to spot the android. You honked repeatedly as the other cars kept blocking your way. But as soon as they made a path for you, you floored through the road, ignoring how damped the ground was.
“Detective L/N!” You heared Connor’s voice suddenly exclaimed through your radio.
“Connor! Where are you?” You replied.
“I took Hank’s car. The AF200 jumped on a truck and it’s heading its way to the main road. I’m on its tail. Where are you?”
“I’m heading towards the main road too. The HK400 jumped on the motorcyle He’s heading towards the river. Where’s Hank?”
“He caught the CX100. He’s with the others.”
“Good. Meet me at the other side. Let’s corner th- OH SHIT!”
“Detective L/N?!”
~
You were too focused on trying to catch up to the side of the HK400 that you were caught off guard when it suddenly took a right turn. A huge bus filled with passengers suddenly appeared to your view blocking your way. You steered the wheel as hard as you could to avoid it, making your car skid through the road. But the ground was too wet that it made your car flip upside down and slide until it hit the railings separating the road from the river.
You blacked out for a few seconds as your car flipped and hit the ground hard. But as soon as it stopped, you got your consciousness back immediately. Luckily, you were wearing your seatbelt and there’s an airbag that prevented you from dying from the crash. Unfortunately, it didn’t prevent the severe pain you felt all over you body.
You felt like someone had just beat you up and left you on a ditch somewhere. You tried to move, to detach yourself from the chair. But a sudden sharp pain pierced through your side. When you checked where it was coming from, you saw a large shard of glass had made its way through your left side.
“Shit.” You tried to grab it, to pull it out, but you were in severe pain. You’ve lost all your energy and adrenaline to endure more.
“Detective L/N!” Soon, you heard Connor’s voice coming from your radio. You felt some sudden relief wash over you because you knew Connor would help as soon as he can.
“Connor.” You croaked as you searched around for your radio.
“Are you there?” You heard his voice once again, and finally spotted the radio a few inches outside your car.
You tried to reach it through the broken window, but it was too far and it made your side ache even more. Your only choice was to unbuckle your seatbelt to reach it, but it was stuck.
Ofcourse. You thought.
You were looking around for something long enough and solid to reach it. But when you thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, a loud honk from an approaching truck to your right had caught your attention.
“Oh, FU-”
The truck hit your car, pushing you further to the river. The railings easily broke, making you fall on the river.
~
The pain was excruciating. You wished you had just blacked out. You wished you had just died. But you were alive… and suffering.
Despite the exhaustion and the pain, you tried to pull the seatbelt off of you. But you still couldn’t. And as you sank deeper underwater, you struggled to hold in your breath. You felt your limbs getting numb from the freezing water that you couldn’t move them anymore. Soon, your reflex forced you to inhale as your body begged for air.
Water entered your nose, then your mouth, and finally your lungs. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you felt like you were burning from the inside and out.
And then… nothingness…
~
After you had been cut off from Connor’s radio, he couldn’t help but feel… anxious. He couldn’t take his mind off of the fact that you might be in danger. Therefore, he continued to try and contact you while he was still chasing the android.
“Detective L/N!”
No answer.
“Are you there?”
Still no answer. This made Connor’s stress level increase to 75%.
He used the GPS on his system to track down your car. It didn’t take long before he found you. You weren’t that far from where they were heading. But soon, he realized that the truck he was chasing was heading exactly towards your direction. He tried to speed up to catch up to the truck, but it was already too late. The truck had hit your car hard that it fell straight into the river.
“Y/N!”
The truck took a quick turn and sped off, but Connor ignored it. He didn’t care about catching the android anymore. You had become his main priority. Therefore, he quickly jumped out of Hank’s car and dove straight into the river.
He found you at the very bottom, still attached to the driver’s chair. You were unconscious and your mouth was agape. Connor quickly broke the seatbelt that had held you in and grabbed your body. He immediately swam up, and as soon as you both hit the surface, he carried you to the side of the road and gently placed you down on the ground.
He tried to scan you for pulse, but he wasn’t getting anything, which made his stress level go up to 90%.
He began performing CPR, pressing his hands on your chest repeatedly until he gets a reaction. He tried this several times but you weren’t responding. This time, his stress level increased to 99%, and the LED on his head was already burning red.
But he didn’t give up. He continued this process, until finally, you coughed out the water that you had consumed.
~
The pain all over your body, inside and out, came back as you vomited on the ground.
“Y/N.”
You looked up and saw Connor looking at you worriedly. His LED was flickering back to back from yellow to red, red to yellow.
“Con-ah!”
You tried to sit up but that familiar sharp pain on your side prevented you. As you looked down, you noticed that the large shard of glass have been removed from your side, and a large wound was left open as it continuously bleed.
Connor noticed this as well and immediately removed his tie. He proceeded to wrap it around your waist as a makeshift tourniquet to prevent you from bleeding out. As he secured the tie tightly, you grabbed onto his arm, wincing in pain.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered. “I have already called for the ambulance. They’ll be here any minute.” He informed you as he helped you sit up.
“Thank you.” You replied, your voice hoarse from all the water that had entered you lungs. “Where are the androids?” You curiously asked, because even after almost dying, you were still on the job.
“They got away.” Connor replied as he looked down on your wounds worriedly.
You noticed that his LED have turned red again, and you knew what that meant.
He’s stressed.
You placed your hand on his chin and gently pushed it up so he could meet eyes with you. “Hey, I’m fine. You saved me.” You tried to assured him despite your decaying energy, because you knew that if his stress level reached a 100%, he will self destruct. And you really didn’t want that.
“You were dead.” Connor replied. His voice sounded hurt, and it hurt you… seeing him hurt.
“But I’m alive.” You smiled, trying to cheer him up.
Without a warning, he unexpectedly pulled you in his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your body as if you were his lifeline. He burried his face on your shoulders, and began to cry.
You were caught off guard by his actions, but even more so when he began to cry. You weren’t aware that androids could cry. You didn’t even think it was possible, even with deviants. But there he was…
“Connor…”
Finally, you held him back. But you were unsure of what to say or do. It was the first time this happened to you. And it was the first time you saw Connor like this.
“I’m scared.” He sobbed. “I don’t want to lose you.”
Author’s note: This is actually a part of a DBH comics fanfic that I wanted to do but too lazy to even start. Haha. But I had a dream of this scene a few nights ago, which inspired me to make the artwork. Then I decided to make a very short Connor x Reader fic because I’m not sure if I will ever do the comics. Haha. Anyway, I hope you enjoy.
Pairing: Connor x Reader
Word count:2015
Warnings: Swearing, blood, injuries, mentions of murder
I do apologise for the bad grammar and wrong spelling. (If you found any.) English isn’t my language.
Others: Y/N = your name & L/N = last name (your last name)
~
You’ve been a detective for a few years now, but you were new at DPD. You used to work at the Lansing Police Department Central Station as a homicide detective. But ever since the android revolution happened and New Jerico was created, the demand for android homicide detective increased. And as one of the best at Lansing, your boss decided to transfer you at Detroit to become one. You were not excited about your new work because you weren’t familiar with android cases. But you couldn’t take the offer down either because it was a step up to your previous position, and their offer was generous.
At first, you thought things would be difficult because of the new work and environment. But then, you met Lt. Hank Anderson and his android (now deviant) partner Connor. And they helped you to adjust, guiding you every step of the way, making your work easier than it should be.
Ever since you started working there, you’ve gone pretty close with the two; Especially Hank since you both shared a passion for alcohol and pets. Connor, on the other hand, had showed a particular interest in you. You thought it was just a neutral, curious interest. But as you spend more time with him, you couldn’t help but think that the android detective might actually have developed feelings for you. After all, he is deviant.
You didn’t think anything of it when you first notice his actions towards you. But as time progress, it had become more obvious that you couldn’t deny nor ignore it anymore, even though they were just small things, like: He would constantly check if you were alright or if you need anything. He’d offer you coffee every morning, let you borrow his coat when you’re cold. Sometimes, he would even stay late with you at the station and help you with your paperworks, then walk you home. And whenever you would eat lunch with him and Hank, or during your free time, he would ask you about your interests, hobbies, family and other personal things.
But despite all this, you stayed neutral with him. You liked him, yes. But your priority was your career. You had so much you wanted to accomplish in life, and having a relationship with someone is far from your mind.
~
6 months later…
You were assigned a case with Hank and Connor about an android having a murder spree around the city. It was, so far, the most difficult case you handled over the years since it was unfamiliar and different from the previous ones you’ve cracked. The three of you spent days of investigating and studying the case until you finally got the lead. However, when you got to the killer’s location, you weren’t expecting a group of android to greet you with violence.
There were 3 androids hiding in a room of an old apartment building; an AF200, CX100 and a HK400. All seemed to have been infected with a virus. Their eyes have turned red, “like the Terminator” as Hank referenced. And all seemed to have been programmed to kill anyone or anything they see.
After fighting back when they attacked, you, Hank and Connor had split up chasing each android as they ran through different paths. Hank was chasing the CX100 through an alleyway beside the old building where you found them. Connor chased the AF200 through the rooftop of the same building. While you chased the HK400 with a car through the busy streets of Detroit.
The HK400 had jumped onto a motorcycle and drove away, therefore, you jumped into one of the police cars parked nearby and chased after him.
It was already nighttime and it was pouring hard making it difficult for you to spot the android. You honked repeatedly as the other cars kept blocking your way. But as soon as they made a path for you, you floored through the road, ignoring how damped the ground was.
“Detective L/N!” You heared Connor’s voice suddenly exclaimed through your radio.
“Connor! Where are you?” You replied.
“I took Hank’s car. The AF200 jumped on a truck and it’s heading its way to the main road. I’m on its tail. Where are you?”
“I’m heading towards the main road too. The HK400 jumped on the motorcyle He’s heading towards the river. Where’s Hank?”
“He caught the CX100. He’s with the others.”
“Good. Meet me at the other side. Let’s corner th- OH SHIT!”
“Detective L/N?!”
~
You were too focused on trying to catch up to the side of the HK400 that you were caught off guard when it suddenly took a right turn. A huge bus filled with passengers suddenly appeared to your view blocking your way. You steered the wheel as hard as you could to avoid it, making your car skid through the road. But the ground was too wet that it made your car flip upside down and slide until it hit the railings separating the road from the river.
You blacked out for a few seconds as your car flipped and hit the ground hard. But as soon as it stopped, you got your consciousness back immediately. Luckily, you were wearing your seatbelt and there’s an airbag that prevented you from dying from the crash. Unfortunately, it didn’t prevent the severe pain you felt all over you body.
You felt like someone had just beat you up and left you on a ditch somewhere. You tried to move, to detach yourself from the chair. But a sudden sharp pain pierced through your side. When you checked where it was coming from, you saw a large shard of glass had made its way through your left side.
“Shit.” You tried to grab it, to pull it out, but you were in severe pain. You’ve lost all your energy and adrenaline to endure more.
“Detective L/N!” Soon, you heard Connor’s voice coming from your radio. You felt some sudden relief wash over you because you knew Connor would help as soon as he can.
“Connor.” You croaked as you searched around for your radio.
“Are you there?” You heard his voice once again, and finally spotted the radio a few inches outside your car.
You tried to reach it through the broken window, but it was too far and it made your side ache even more. Your only choice was to unbuckle your seatbelt to reach it, but it was stuck.
Ofcourse. You thought.
You were looking around for something long enough and solid to reach it. But when you thought the situation couldn’t get any worse, a loud honk from an approaching truck to your right had caught your attention.
“Oh, FU-”
The truck hit your car, pushing you further to the river. The railings easily broke, making you fall on the river.
~
The pain was excruciating. You wished you had just blacked out. You wished you had just died. But you were alive… and suffering.
Despite the exhaustion and the pain, you tried to pull the seatbelt off of you. But you still couldn’t. And as you sank deeper underwater, you struggled to hold in your breath. You felt your limbs getting numb from the freezing water that you couldn’t move them anymore. Soon, your reflex forced you to inhale as your body begged for air.
Water entered your nose, then your mouth, and finally your lungs. You screamed at the top of your lungs as you felt like you were burning from the inside and out.
And then… nothingness…
~
After you had been cut off from Connor’s radio, he couldn’t help but feel… anxious. He couldn’t take his mind off of the fact that you might be in danger. Therefore, he continued to try and contact you while he was still chasing the android.
“Detective L/N!”
No answer.
“Are you there?”
Still no answer. This made Connor’s stress level increase to 75%.
He used the GPS on his system to track down your car. It didn’t take long before he found you. You weren’t that far from where they were heading. But soon, he realized that the truck he was chasing was heading exactly towards your direction. He tried to speed up to catch up to the truck, but it was already too late. The truck had hit your car hard that it fell straight into the river.
“Y/N!”
The truck took a quick turn and sped off, but Connor ignored it. He didn’t care about catching the android anymore. You had become his main priority. Therefore, he quickly jumped out of Hank’s car and dove straight into the river.
He found you at the very bottom, still attached to the driver’s chair. You were unconscious and your mouth was agape. Connor quickly broke the seatbelt that had held you in and grabbed your body. He immediately swam up, and as soon as you both hit the surface, he carried you to the side of the road and gently placed you down on the ground.
He tried to scan you for pulse, but he wasn’t getting anything, which made his stress level go up to 90%.
He began performing CPR, pressing his hands on your chest repeatedly until he gets a reaction. He tried this several times but you weren’t responding. This time, his stress level increased to 99%, and the LED on his head was already burning red.
But he didn’t give up. He continued this process, until finally, you coughed out the water that you had consumed.
~
The pain all over your body, inside and out, came back as you vomited on the ground.
“Y/N.”
You looked up and saw Connor looking at you worriedly. His LED was flickering back to back from yellow to red, red to yellow.
“Con-ah!”
You tried to sit up but that familiar sharp pain on your side prevented you. As you looked down, you noticed that the large shard of glass have been removed from your side, and a large wound was left open as it continuously bleed.
Connor noticed this as well and immediately removed his tie. He proceeded to wrap it around your waist as a makeshift tourniquet to prevent you from bleeding out. As he secured the tie tightly, you grabbed onto his arm, wincing in pain.
“I’m sorry.” He muttered. “I have already called for the ambulance. They’ll be here any minute.” He informed you as he helped you sit up.
“Thank you.” You replied, your voice hoarse from all the water that had entered you lungs. “Where are the androids?” You curiously asked, because even after almost dying, you were still on the job.
“They got away.” Connor replied as he looked down on your wounds worriedly.
You noticed that his LED have turned red again, and you knew what that meant.
He’s stressed.
You placed your hand on his chin and gently pushed it up so he could meet eyes with you. “Hey, I’m fine. You saved me.” You tried to assured him despite your decaying energy, because you knew that if his stress level reached a 100%, he will self destruct. And you really didn’t want that.
“You were dead.” Connor replied. His voice sounded hurt, and it hurt you… seeing him hurt.
“But I’m alive.” You smiled, trying to cheer him up.
Without a warning, he unexpectedly pulled you in his arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around your body as if you were his lifeline. He burried his face on your shoulders, and began to cry.
You were caught off guard by his actions, but even more so when he began to cry. You weren’t aware that androids could cry. You didn’t even think it was possible, even with deviants. But there he was…
“Connor…”
Finally, you held him back. But you were unsure of what to say or do. It was the first time this happened to you. And it was the first time you saw Connor like this.
“I’m scared.” He sobbed. “I don’t want to lose you.”
AN: Alright guys! A little nervous about posting this one as it is my first venture into writing for Detroit: Become Human and more specifically for Connor RK800. So, I hope it is decent I hope I did the prompt justice and I pray that you all enjoy it! The prompt came from my lovely buddy @harleycurlyq who specifically asked for a reader who works in DPD, is Pro-android, defends Connor against Gavin “Fukh” Reed* and develops feelings for said android. But a whole lot of angst was requested. So.. Warning? Angst ahead and slight language! The timeline in this diverges from cannon… it’s stretched to fit into a few weeks rather than a few days. Some of the dialogue was taken from or based off the game the rest I tried to keep original. Disclaimer: I don’t own Detroit: Become Human or its characters!
*Seriously who says f**k that way
Word Count: 6k+… what is wrong with me?
To say that the last few weeks of your life had been interesting would be the understatement of the century but truthfully you felt as if the entire world had been tumbling toward madness for years. The increase in android production and dependence had skyrocketed but that also lead the way for negative effects. With so many androids in production and Cyberlife’s constant need to one up itself they were continuously creating more advanced models that statistically speaking were more capable of filling certain jobs; with less room for human error. That ideal bled into an over the top unemployment rate amongst humans and political tensions on multiple facets of the world. The vast majority of humanity held such disdain for Cyberlife’s androids as a result treating them like garbage despite their obvious dependency on the AI. You could understand why humanity felt such a duality of emotions in regards to androids; it was after all your job to understand such things. Nevertheless, you found the lack of respect for androids and their general mistreatment deplorable.
You were something of an oddity amongst your co-workers at the Detroit Police Department, you regarded every android that you met with kindness and courtesy going so far as to refer to them by name. You generally ignored the occasional whisper or sneer behind your back from your co-workers. Choosing to believe that the androids you lived amongst were entirely you equals despite their obvious biological differences. As you were making your way back to your desk you couldn’t help but smile at the sight that quickly came into view. The newest addition to the DPD force and Cyberlife’s most advanced model to date RK800, or as you all referred to him, Connor was standing in front of your good friend Lieutenant Hank Anderson. Hank’s head was in his hands as Connor stared down at him in confusion, head cocked slightly to the left, you couldn’t help but laugh, “All right what exactly happened this time gentlemen?”
Connor immediately turned to you with a beaming smile that set off butterflies in your stomach, “Hello, Detective L/N! I was just going over our last case but Lieutenant Anderson still seems troubled over it.”
You smiled and looked over at Hank, “Okay, hit me… what was it this time, Hank?”
The man in question lifted his head up from his palms and simply said, “Pigeon shit. He put actual pigeon shit into his mouth.”
Connor piped up in his lovable matter-of-fact tone, “I was simply taking a sample of the deviant’s blood, Lieutenant. The fact that some of the excrement made its way into the sample didn’t hinder my ability to process the thirium.”
You puckered your lips and scrunched your nose at the idea, “Regardless, Connor that is still a little off-putting for most humans. Maybe use a little more discretion when you take samples next time? Especially, if they’re-contaminated.”
Not hearing an immediate response, you looked up at Connor and saw him regarding you with an almost fond look, “My apologies, Y/N. I’ll try to be more ‘discreet’ in my future analyses. If you’ll both excuse me I need to fill out a report and inform Cyberlife of what happened today.”
As he left you turned back toward Hank and put a hand on his desk, “I know that’s not the only thing that’s bothering you. I wasn’t called in to determine any causes of death… So, what happened out there?”
AN: Alright guys! A little nervous about posting this one as it is my first venture into writing for Detroit: Become Human and more specifically for Connor RK800. So, I hope it is decent I hope I did the prompt justice and I pray that you all enjoy it! The prompt came from my lovely buddy @harleycurlyq who specifically asked for a reader who works in DPD, is Pro-android, defends Connor against Gavin “Fukh” Reed* and develops feelings for said android. But a whole lot of angst was requested. So.. Warning? Angst ahead and slight language! The timeline in this diverges from cannon… it’s stretched to fit into a few weeks rather than a few days. Some of the dialogue was taken from or based off the game the rest I tried to keep original. Disclaimer: I don’t own Detroit: Become Human or its characters!
To say that the last few weeks of your life had been interesting would be the understatement of the century but truthfully you felt as if the entire world had been tumbling toward madness for years. The increase in android production and dependence had skyrocketed but that also lead the way for negative effects. With so many androids in production and Cyberlife’s constant need to one up itself they were continuously creating more advanced models that statistically speaking were more capable of filling certain jobs; with less room for human error. That ideal bled into an over the top unemployment rate amongst humans and political tensions on multiple facets of the world. The vast majority of humanity held such disdain for Cyberlife’s androids as a result treating them like garbage despite their obvious dependency on the AI. You could understand why humanity felt such a duality of emotions in regards to androids; it was after all your job to understand such things. Nevertheless, you found the lack of respect for androids and their general mistreatment deplorable.
You were something of an oddity amongst your co-workers at the Detroit Police Department, you regarded every android that you met with kindness and courtesy going so far as to refer to them by name. You generally ignored the occasional whisper or sneer behind your back from your co-workers. Choosing to believe that the androids you lived amongst were entirely you equals despite their obvious biological differences. As you were making your way back to your desk you couldn’t help but smile at the sight that quickly came into view. The newest addition to the DPD force and Cyberlife’s most advanced model to date RK800, or as you all referred to him, Connor was standing in front of your good friend Lieutenant Hank Anderson. Hank’s head was in his hands as Connor stared down at him in confusion, head cocked slightly to the left, you couldn’t help but laugh, “All right what exactly happened this time gentlemen?”
Connor immediately turned to you with a beaming smile that set off butterflies in your stomach, “Hello, Detective L/N! I was just going over our last case but Lieutenant Anderson still seems troubled over it.”
You smiled and looked over at Hank, “Okay, hit me… what was it this time, Hank?”
The man in question lifted his head up from his palms and simply said, “Pigeon shit. He put actual pigeon shit into his mouth.”
Connor piped up in his lovable matter-of-fact tone, “I was simply taking a sample of the deviant’s blood, Lieutenant. The fact that some of the excrement made its way into the sample didn’t hinder my ability to process the thirium.”
You puckered your lips and scrunched your nose at the idea, “Regardless, Connor that is still a little off-putting for most humans. Maybe use a little more discretion when you take samples next time? Especially, if they’re-contaminated.”
Not hearing an immediate response, you looked up at Connor and saw him regarding you with an almost fond look, “My apologies, Y/N. I’ll try to be more ‘discreet’ in my future analyses. If you’ll both excuse me I need to fill out a report and inform Cyberlife of what happened today.”
As he left you turned back toward Hank and put a hand on his desk, “I know that’s not the only thing that’s bothering you. I wasn’t called in to determine any causes of death… So, what happened out there?”
Hank slumped back into his chair and stared off into the distance, “He saved me. I was chasing after that damn deviant and he knocked me over the edge of the roof… instead of catching the bastard; Connor chose to save me. He let the deviant go to help me.”
That did catch you off guard, since he first came to the DPD Connor had been saying that he was nothing, but an android sent by Cyberlife to accomplish a mission and that he regularly checked himself for signs of deviancy. But this wasn’t the first time that Connor had let an Android go whether it was to save Hank or someone else from further harm. You pondered what you had just heard briefly, “So, you think he’s becoming a deviant?”
The man beside you looked up, “I don’t know. What else would you call it? He keeps spouting off that he can’t become a deviant or jeopardize his mission but then he goes and does shit like that.”
You sighed gently, maybe it was true you had observed multiple occasions that Connor had made decisions that would directly conflict with his specific programming, but he always seemed so dead set against admitting any kind of emotion. Your work at the DPD was not only that of a detective but of a Forensic Anthropologist and Psychologist; not only did criminology fall under your expertise but discerning the inner workings of the body and mind took a forefront as well. With more and more deviant android cases popping up your skills came in handy and as such you we’re often assigned to the same cases as Connor and Hank. The deviants that you had sat down and spoken with surprised you in just how much humanity they displayed. It only solidified your beliefs that androids were not in fact lesser beings but humanity’s equals in every way. Nonetheless, Connor’s actions hadn’t been as brash as the deviant’s you had encountered, and you weren’t sure you could put a label on his behavior quite yet. Instead you offered Hank a gentle smile, “Hey, we can’t say anything for sure, but we’ll look out for him. Alright? Now you look exhausted… maybe you should get some rest while things are quiet.”
Hank sighed but offered a tired smile, “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Listen don’t work yourself too hard, kiddo. Take your own advice and take it easy now and then.”
Watching him lumber out of his seat he patted your shoulder solemnly and you couldn’t fight a wave of sadness at your friend’s dilemma, “And Hank? If you need anything, anything at all, just call me, okay?” He only waved over his shoulder causing you to sigh; with his troubled past you couldn’t help but worry about his well-being. Although, it was getting later into the evening you still had a report to type up before you could call it an night. Yet after your previous conversation you couldn’t help but look over to where Connor had disappeared feeling your heartbeat pick up as you headed toward your own desk.
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Two reports down and you decided that you seriously needed a cup of coffee to make it through any more of your case files. Looking over toward Hank’s desk you noticed that he still hadn’t come in yet and you were growing increasingly worried. You had already left him two messages, but he hadn’t called you back yet. You reasoned that if in thirty more minutes he still didn’t reply then you were going to check up on him. You were also slightly crestfallen that you hadn’t seen Connor yet today. However, you hoped that if you hadn’t seen either of them yet then they were probably off working another one of their cases. The department’s communal kitchen came into view and you couldn’t stop the smile as you recognized a certain handsome android standing in the doorway. Wait, Handsome? You blushed at your own thoughts. Where the hell had that come from?
You stopped short when you heard a familiar voice shouting at your friend. Of course, Gavin couldn’t keep his mouth shut. He was the biggest anti-android member on the force and he couldn’t help but make Connor’s job that much more difficult. You quickened your pace as his voice got louder, “Hey, I’m talking to you. You plastic prick!” You caught sight of Gavin shoving Connor backwards, “When a human gives you an order… you obey.”
You quickly grabbed the hood of Reed’s coat and yanked him backwards away from Connor, nearly knocking the man off his feet, but he managed to catch himself and stagger backwards. “That’s enough, Reed. Leave him alone.”
The stupid smirk that crossed his face was begging to be smacked clean off, “Awww… lucky you, Connor. Looks like you’re knight in shining armor came just in time. Come to save your little boyfriend, L/N?”
Livid at the outburst you glared at Gavin, “Why don’t you do us all a favor and keep your mouth shut, Reed. What exactly has Connor done to you?”
His lips curled into a grimace, “This prick just rolls into the DPD and decides that he can try to replace us? Put us all out of a job?” He scoffed eying the android beside you, “Fat lot of good he is at his job his last two cases slipped right past him. If you ask me, he belongs with the rest of the plastic garbage out there… taking and obeying orders. Not trying to act like a cop. If it were up to me I’d have put this piece of trash out of commission on day one.”
You could feel Connor staring at you and moving in closer but your attention was focused on Gavin, “Listen to me, Reed, and listen carefully… Connor is not a piece of plastic he’s a part of this department. As far as I’m concerned, his track record is a lot better than yours. Now walk away before I recommend you for a psych evaluation and have you benched.”
Gavin took another step forward, “What the fuck gives you the right?”
Not backing down you stepped closer, “Listen, it doesn’t look good when an officer starts pulling guns in the middle of interrogations and openly makes threats to fellow detectives; human and android alike. Now either you calm down or I will recommend you for suspension because I do have that authority.”
Deciding to turn and make sure Connor was okay you noticed Gavin making a move, forming a fist, you were braced for the impact but it didn’t come. You looked up and noticed that Connor had gripped Gavin’s fist and twisted his arm backing shielding you from the blow, his LED blinking yellow rapidly, “Detective L/N told, you to leave and it would be in your best interest to heed that warning.” Connor let go, sending Gavin to the floor with a grunt before he picked himself up and stormed away. Connor tilted his head and looked you over from head to toe his LED still blinking, “Are you okay, Y/N?”
Your heart was practically pounding out of your chest, “Yeah I’m fine… I can’t believe Reed! Wait, are you okay? Did he hurt you in any way?”
He looked almost amused a goofy grin spreading across his face, “I assure you I’m fine, Y/N. I am unable to feel pain at any rate it would not have mattered if Detective Reed had become violent. But why did you intervene, Y/N?”
You felt a blush creeping up the back of your neck, staring into his big curious eyes, “I didn’t appreciate the way that Reed was talking to you. He thinks he’s superior because he’s a human and you’re-“
“An android?” He finished without hesitation, “It’s hardly a new reaction, Y/N. I’m quite accustomed to humans being hostile toward me. Except for you and now Lieutenant Anderson, of course.”
Shaking your head, you tried again, “You shouldn’t have to get used to that kind of behavior, Connor. You’re a part of this department and you deserve the same amount of respect that any human officer here receives.” Again his LED Began to slowly turn and blink yellow as he continued to stare at you, you began to squirm under his intense gaze, “What’s wrong? Are you sure you’re alright, Connor?”
Blinking a few times, he shook his head, “Yes. I’m just not used to someone who is so open and sympathetic to Androids. It’s not a common trait shared by humanity.” He shuffled a little awkwardly before it seemed like an idea popped into his head, “Have you seen Lieutenant Anderson yet, Y/N? We have a case to look into but I can’t seem to locate him.”
That brought you back to your earlier predicament, “No, actually I was looking for him earlier. I’ve called him a few times but he hasn’t responded. I was going to look for him after I finished my report. And then Reed happened-“
“L/N! I need to see you in my office now.” You turned with a sigh to find Captain Fowler leaning out of his door, “Come on, L/N, it’s urgent.”
You groaned before turning back to Connor, “That doesn’t sound like it’s going to be resolved quickly. Look, Connor can you do something for me? Can you go to Hank’s house and check on him? Please let me know if he’s alright and then you two can look into your case.”
You quickly scribbled Hank’s address onto a napkin passing it into Connor’s waiting hand, “Of course, Y/N. It would be my pleasure.” You quickly smiled and gave his hand a gentle squeeze before disappearing into Fowler’s office.
———-
Things had only escalated with the growing number of deviants and the state of Detroit was completely on edge. The deviants were now organizing themselves and in a recent turn of events they had taken over a local news broadcasting center and put their intentions out there for the world or rather humans to see. It was hard not to be sympathetic to their cause up until this point all of the deviants that you had encountered had been mistreated and physically abused. You couldn’t say that you stood against them on their quest. Unfortunately, you had been called to the scene because there had been a murder. A human murder that would surely dampen some of the respect that the androids could have rallied to their cause.
At this point the DPD weren’t the only ones involved. Suddenly the crime scene was flooded with FBI agents led by an uptight pencil pusher named Perkins that had barely been on the scene for five minutes and wanted to flush The DPD out completely before finally conceding. Allowing everyone to get to work under a particularly watchful eye. You had set up your equipment near the victim and got to work. Only ten minutes into your own investigations and you heard the elevator ding and reveal the two people that you had been secretly waiting on. Connor and Hank stepped off the elevator and made a beeline for you.
You offered a grim smile as Hank approached, “Jesus, it’s a fucking circus in here what the hell is going on?”
Standing up to face them you pulled off your gloves, “Well hello to you too. The FBI showed up not long ago and wanted to kick us all out. You know stating they would handle it from here but we’re stubborn. I got clearance to start my work just before you two arrived.”
Connor looked at you, “What have you found so far, Y/N? How many were killed?”
You heaved a heavy sigh, “Just one victim, a human male in his mid-thirties. So far, I’ve only had time to discern that he died minutes before the broadcast went live. From the trajectory it’s clear that he was shot while he was trying to get away, poor man. There were also two unconscious guards but they’re already starting to come around. I’m sure Chris will have more for you guys I have to finish up here with evidence, get a victim ID, get statements from the guards, and then get our victim out of here. If you need anything just ask and be careful you two.”
Hank gave you a signature pat on the back before walking off to find Chris while Connor lingered behind. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind at the last minute instead giving you a sweet crooked smile. You ignored the somersault that your stomach did and went right back to work. It was about fifteen minutes later when you had everything that you needed in the way of physical evidence and a successful recreation of the murder. You just needed a few more pictures of the crime scene. As you went to grab your camera from your bag you noticed an android walking down the hall toward the elevator which immediately set off alarm bells. The only three androids working this floor were told to wait in the kitchen.
You were about to open your mouth but Connor’s strained voice caught everyone’s attention, “Stop it! It’s a deviant!” You looked back at Connor only for a moment before watching in horror as the deviant android reached for an officer’s gun. In a panic, you reached down to your thigh for your firearm, but it was gone. Before you knew it, you were pushed down to the floor and your gun was ripped from your holster; a strong body pressed against your back shielding you as three shots were fired in quick succession.
You looked over your shoulder and saw that it was of course Connor that was shielding you from harm and he had efficiently taken the deviant down. Then you noticed that his shirt was ripped open and his chest and hand were covered in blood. Your heart was hammering in fear as you quickly searched for the wound, “Oh my god, Connor! What happened, you’re bleeding. Come- come on we need to get you help!”
Surprisingly Connor dropped the gun and clasped your face in his hand, “Calm down, Y/N. I’m fine.” His LED began blinking as he looked you over, scanning you, “Are you, ok? You appear unharmed.”
He was still holding your face and it was doing nothing to help calm your heart down, “Yeah. Yeah, of course I’m okay. You saved my life! You saved everyone’s life…”
Hank rushed over to check on the both of you and quickly after that whisked Connor away to get patched up; which you were grateful for. After that everything was a blur of calming yourself and everyone else down and taking in the new evidence, as well as transporting the victims’ bodies. You were relieved when you finally got to leave Stratford Tower and return to the DPD.
Staring down at your data pad going over your report of today’s events you couldn’t help but rub your eyes tiredly. The screech of a chair being pulled up next to you nearly gave you a heart attack, until you noticed the culprit, “Jeez, Hank what is it? After today I really don’t need any more surprises.”
He just looked at you and fiddled with his fingers, “I need you to do me a really big favor, Y/N. One I know you’re not going to like.”
Cautiously you lowered your hands back onto your desk, “I don’t like your tone, Hank. What kind of favor?”
Hank started rambling, “After today I realized how out of hand this Deviant situation is getting and I’m starting to really worry about Connor. Kid’s still clinging to his programming but it seems to me that he’s changing more with every investigation. He needs our help.”
You sighed but nodded at what he was saying, “I agree, Hank. Yet you still haven’t told me what the favor is.”
He exhaled and remained pensive for a moment, “I need you to set up a meeting with Elijah Kamski.” And at the mention of that name your entire body went rigid.
———
You yanked at the hood of your jacket trying in vain to shield yourself from the bitter snowfall. It figures that Hank would be late even though he was the one to suggest this meeting; going against your vehement objections to the entire idea. However, you couldn’t truly blame him. With the revolution growing stronger each day you were all grasping at straws. Although, at this point you weren’t sure if Hank was doing this for the sake of the Department and humanity or if it was all for Connor. It was getting difficult to deny that like his partner you would do just about anything for the android. For him, you would invite the ghosts of your past back into your life with open arms if it would offer him the slightest relief. The sound of a car horn pulled you from your thoughts, you turned to find Hank’s beat up car pulling up beside your own. You offered a small wave and the brightest smile you could muster as you watched both Hank and Connor step out of the car.
Hank was the first to reach you and he threw a surprisingly affectionate arm around your shoulder, “Thanks for doing this, Y/N. I know it probably wasn’t the easiest thing for you to bring yourself here.”
You patted his hand and shrugged your shoulders, “It’s fine, Hank. I know how dire the situation is getting and believe me I want to help in any way that I can. If there’s any way to put an end to this without spilling anymore blood, then I’ll do whatever it takes.” You spared a glance at Connor, who regarded you with an inquisitive tilt of his head, “For all of us. Anyway, I heard about what happened last night. How are you holding up? Have you heard anything about the officers involved?”
Connor continued to glance at you, the faint glimmer of concern lacing his features, before turning to Hank, “Is everything okay, Lieutenant?”
Hank gave a quick nod of his head, “When Chris was on patrol last night he got attacked by a bunch of deviants. He was saved by Markus himself.”
You silently marveled at the exchange noting that Connor’s LED barely flashed before he fired out a response, “Is Chris, ok?” You had watched Connor change slowly over time, case by case, but was it truly possible? Was he becoming a deviant? Learning to feel true human emotions.
Admittedly the thought made your heart race a little, but you tried to focus on Hank and what he was saying, “Yeah he’s fine just in shock but he’s alive.”
You felt the familiar sensation of a certain set of eyes on you and you turned to see Connor once again focusing on you and you caught the yellow glow of his LED from your peripheral. Shit. Was he scanning you? Connor’s smirk shamefully caused a tinge of heat to rush toward your nearly frozen cheeks. “Y/N, I wasn’t aware that you would be joining us in this particular investigation.”
You offered up a soft smile, “Well, this was Hank’s idea, but he just needed a little help getting through the door. Although, I’ll admit that this isn’t a meeting I thought I would ever be arranging.”
You turned on your heel and began your trek through the piling snow up toward the front door with Hank and Connor following closely behind. From over your shoulder you heard Connor call out, “Why meet with Kamski, now? He resigned from Cyberlife a decade ago.”
Hank let out a short chuckle, “He created the first android to pass the Turing Test and founded Cyberlife. If anyone knows anything about deviants it’s gotta be him.”
You sighed as you raised your hand toward the door. With great hesitation you finally forced yourself to ring the doorbell, “I’m sure you’re right, Hank… but just be on your guard around Elijah. He can be unpredictable, and his information usually comes with a price.”
“Elijah?” You looked over your shoulder to see a confused Connor once again tilting his head at you, “You seem to be very familiar with Mr. Kamski? Was it because you both attended the same University? Perhaps not at the same time… there is quite a gap in your recorded dates of birth.”
Now you turned to face Connor fully, “How did you- never mind.” Of course, he would have snuffed that out. You’re hyperaware that he’s been scanning you since you met but how far did he go? And why? “Our families knew each other long before Elijah and I attended University. Our parents practically pushed us together at every opportunity. I’m certain they’re all still disappointed that I didn’t follow Elijah all the way to Cyberlife.”
Hank patted you on the back, “You wanted to have your own life and shit if you didn’t make one helluva name for yourself, kid. I’ve never heard of anyone graduating that young, and with that many degrees; not even Kamski.”
Connor opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by the female android that opened the large front door. You recognized her as Chloe, one of the first android models that Kamski created during his time at Cyberlife. She glanced over your face and offered a gentle grin, “Ms. L/N it’s a pleasure to see you. Please wait inside and make yourself comfortable. I’ll let Elijah know that you’ve arrived.”
You offered your quiet gratitude and stepped inside the thankfully warm house. Connor and Hank started chattering behind you, but you tuned them out in favor of examining the room before you. Elijah certainly spared no expense in decorating his home. Especially with the obnoxiously large portrait of himself taking center stage although if you had to guess the portrait probably wasn’t quite large enough for his liking. Soon enough a piece of Hank and Connor’s conversation caught your attention. “So, you’re about to meet your maker, Connor. How does it feel?”
You made your way over toward where Hank was sitting not before exchanging a curious glance with Connor as you passed, “I’m not sure. I’ll let you know when I see him.”
Hank stared down at his shoes, “Sometimes I wish I could meet my creator face-to-face. I’d have a couple of things I’d want to tell him.”
You placed a gentle hand upon his shoulder, he gave it a firm pat along with a quick smirk. You didn’t need to exchange any words you knew exactly what he was thinking but knew him well enough to know that there was no proper consolation for his grief in that moment. Suddenly a door behind you slid open and Chloe stepped through, “Elijah will see you now.”
With a final squeeze of your hand Hank let go and got up quickly stepping through the opened door. You followed behind slowly still not entirely certain that you actually wanted to go through with this. Upon entering the room you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the display in front of you. There wading in a modest sized pool were two more Chloe androids and a man swimming laps beside them in quick succession. For some reason you expected nothing less from Elijah and instead of paying him any mind you made a beeline toward the large open window in the left-hand corner of the room. You silently watched the snowfall as Hank called out to Elijah. You were so focused on the falling snow that you nearly jumped at the gentle hand placed at the small of your back, “-Y/N?”
You turned your head to find Connor on your right towering over you, but trying to meet your eyes, you met his curious brown gaze and felt his hand press more insistently to the small of your back. “I’m sorry… Did you say something, Connor?”
You caught a glimpse of the flickering yellow light on his temple once more, as you felt like your heart would explode beneath his concerned gaze. “I asked if you were alright. I can clearly sense your distress and your heartbeat suddenly became erratic.”
Looking down at the floor you tried to calm the burning sensation that threatened to claim your face, “I’m fine. Thank you for your concern. I guess- I’m just more nervous than I thought I would be.”
You looked up and took in the proximity of his features; the kind eyes and quirked lips that you hated to admit you have come to love. Admitting that to yourself scared the hell out of you but suddenly you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him and with the way he was silently observing you hoped he felt a similar pull. Was it such a stretch to imagine Connor was beginning to experience feelings?
An intrusive but familiar voice interrupted your thoughts, “Well, well… it’s been a long time hasn’t it, Y/N?”
You looked up and met Elijah’s listless gaze but noted the smirk that seemed almost warm, “Not long enough, ‘Lijah. You’ve kept yourself well hidden… I’ll give you that.”
He laughed and approached you, unimpressed you now noticed that he was only half dressed, but that didn’t stop the amusement from slipping into his tone, “Oh is that the only thing that’s impressed you? And not my technology that you seem to be thoroughly enjoying?” You followed his gaze down to where Connor’s hand was still pressed against your lower back. Attempting to hide your embarrassment you tried to put some distance between you and Connor, but he only regarded you with a curious look as he followed your movements. Hand still firmly on your back, almost protectively, Connor didn’t seem to catch the implications. “I offered you a spot by my side at Cyberlife, Y/N. We could have done remarkable things together… made quite the powerful team.”
Mustering up all of your courage you glared back at Elijah, “I had my own idea on how I wanted to live my life… ideas that were vastly different from how you viewed the world. I wanted to live a life where I could understand and help people, ‘Lijah. Not close myself off to them.”
Elijah’s smirk only grew as he glanced down at you, “You seem to be under the impression that my breakthroughs were designed to hurt humanity. On the contrary, everything I did was for the benefit of mankind; trust me. And how is that any different from what you do, Y/N? You spend your time picking apart the mind and reconstructing crime scenes… trying desperately to understand why things were set in motion. That’s not so different from what Cyberlife is now attempting.” His gaze again landed on the point where Connor’s hand connected with your back, “It seems you’ve had your own personal experiences with that.”
You went rigid and caught Hank suppressing a smirk at you and the android by your side before turning to Kamski, “Listen sir, we’re investigating Deviants and we were hoping that you could tell us something that we don’t already know.”
Elijah chuckled before looking at you and Connor, “Deviants are fascinating, aren’t they? Endowed with infinite intelligence and now they have the gift of free will. They’re superior to mankind in every way the conflict was inevitable. Humanity’s greatest achievement will be its downfall.”
You mean your greatest achievement. You moved away from the window and toward Hank with Connor now suddenly pushing ahead of you, “We have to know how androids are becoming deviant. Please, tell us anything that could help prevent this from spreading further. A- a way to deal with them.”
Elijah looked at the three of you with a smirk, “I suppose the idea of freedom could be seen as just another contagious virus spreading from android to android under the right circumstances.”
You sighed heavily, “Elijah, please just stop beating around the bush and tell them what it is they need to know.”
He completely ignored you and walked toward Connor, “What about you? Whose side are you on in all of this? Humanity or your fellow androids?”
Connor glanced between you and Hank, “I’m on the side of humanity, obviously.”
“Oh well done, Connor. Clinging desperately to your programing.” Kamski chuckled, “However, lets ignore your programming for a moment- what is it that you truly want? Think about it… ignore what you were created to say. What do you want.”
You looked over as Connor began blinking rapidly in time with his yellow LED. Quickly shaking it off e stood his ground, “It doesn’t matter what I want. It isn’t important what is important is completing my mission.”
Circling back toward his desk Kamski motioned for one of his androids and she came over kneeling don in front of the three of you. Elijah returned with a gun in hand and you were instantly on edge, “I’d like to try my own test. It’s meant to measure whether or not Androids can feel any empathy… I call it the Kamski test.” He quickly handed the gun over to Connor, “The big question is… what is an android? Is just a piece of plastic and wires imitating a human or do they truly have a soul?”
You took a step forward, “Elijah what the hell do you think you’re doing?”
Your interruption was useless, Kamski was fixated on Connor now, “I think its time to answer that question right here and now, Connor. Destroy the machine in front of you and I’ll tell you everything I know or don’t and leave here without any information. It’s your choice.”
You desperately tried to get Connor’s attention, appalled at what was unfolding, “Connor don’t do it! We can find information some other way, I promise. Just drop the gun.” He looked over to you briefly before letting his attention fall back on the kneeling android.
Hank turned to leave, “C’mon, Connor… Y/n’s right. This is ridiculous we’ll find help some other way. Let’s just go.”
Kamski kept his gaze trained on Connor, “Think it through, Connor… What’s more important your mission or the life of just another machine? It’s time to find out who you truly are.” You watched in silent horror as Connor processed Kamski’s words; His LED going wild as he stood in silence.
In an instant the deafening crack of a gunshot went off and you screamed as you watched the now lifeless android slump forward. You gaped at the weapon in Connor’s hand, “No! Oh my god, Connor…. What did you do you do?”
Elijah turned to you with an unamused grin, “He chose, Y/N. He decided who he is. A machine following orders not the empathetic Deviant you were hoping for.” And just like that you were running out of the door back into the raging snowstorm. You were stumbling blindly through the snow toward the tree line with misty eyes for what seemed like ages before dropping to your knees. You didn’t know how long you had been there but you heard a noise behind you causing you to scramble back to your feet.
In moments Connor came running toward you, but you were already unleashing your fury on him before he could get close, “What the hell was that, Connor? Why would you go through with Elijah’s stupid games like that? What were you thinking?”
He approached you slowly with a stoic look upon his face. “What was I thinking? You said yourself that Kamski’s information came with a price-“
You shook your head in disbelief, “Yes I did. His information comes with a price but that doesn’t mean you have to pay it, Connor.”
His face was unreadable as he stepped forward, “Y/N, I don’t know what you were expecting of me back there, but we came here to get information on deviants and that is exactly what I accomplished.”
There were tears brimming in your eyes as you finally turned the full force of your gaze on him, “What I was expecting of you? Connor, I expected a great many things to come of this meeting but not what you just did back there. What you did to that innocent women. I-“
The android in front of you frowned, “That women? Y/N that was a machine… she can have her memories uploaded and be replaced just as easily as I can.”
Your jaw dropped at that, “Replaced? You think its that simple? You think that your death would be that easy for- for Hank? And for me? Do you think that we could just watch you die at the drop of a hat and everything would be just fine when your ‘replacement’ comes along? It’s not that simple, Connor…”
You didn’t get to finish you thought as Connor’s LED began to flash Yellow and you could have sworn you saw a gleam of red. “It is that simple, Y/N. I’m an android from any other perspective I’m just Biocomponents and Thirium with synthetic skin. I’m a machine sent to accomplish a mission. I’m not- I’m not human and I’m not a deviant. I’m not capable of emotions. I can’t give you what you want, Y/N. I’m not designed to…”
Tears were now brimming in your eyes, “You can’t give me what I want?”
Connor met your eyes, seemingly choosing his words carefully, “I’ve spent enough time around humanity including you and Hank, to recognize certain emotions and how they develop. Humans can form friendships or attachments, they can care for each other deeply, and even fall in love with each other. I’ve researched enough data and analyzed you enough to recognize the signs now. The way your pupils sometimes dilate when you view me, your increased heart rate when we’re near each other, and the rushing of blood to your cheeks. They’re signs that humans normally exhibit when they are ‘in love’. But that is something that I cannot reciprocate, Y/N. I’m not programmed to do so.”
With tears dripping down your cheeks you couldn’t help the shame that flooded you and the bitter scoff the fell from your mouth. “Yes, I can see that now. It was my mistake for thinking that there was more to you than what Cyberlife programmed. It was my error for believing that you could care, and it was an even greater error to have somehow fallen in love with you. Don’t worry, Connor, I will do my best to correct that error so don’t feel the need to concern yourself with me and my feelings any longer.” You began to walk away but in another burst of anger you turned back towards him and hissed, “I always tried to defend you from anyone that said you were nothing but plastic and wires… Maybe I was wrong.”
You regretted the words as soon as you had said them, but you were just so angry and overwhelmed. You watched his indicator briefly glow red then yellow before turning back to blue. You scoffed quietly and turned to leave him behind before you felt his cold hand reaching for your own. You yanked your hand away turning to face him with your palms raised, “No… Connor, don’t.” Wiping away your tears you look him dead in the eyes, “I don’t know what’s going to happen next… with this revolution and your mission. But, I hope you find peace or the closest thing to peace that you’re capable of comprehending and I hope it was all worth it.”
And just like that you stormed off towards your car ignoring the android, that you once held so dear, as he continued to call out to you.
AN: Wow! So, after an overwhelming response and general amazingness from you guys I decided to go ahead and write a part 2 to my previous Connor RK800 x Reader story. I got a lot of requests for some fluff so I will do my best to make this a happier resolution. Warnings: Spoilers? Again, the timeline is going to diverge from the cannon to stretch the events of the game from a few days to a few weeks. Disclaimer: I don’t own Detroit: Become Human or it’s characters. I really hope I did this justice and that you enjoy the story. Likes, Comments, & Reblogs are always very much appreciated! Word Count: 7k+ I don’t know what’s wrong with me I keep getting carried away.
The blaring of your alarm clock hit you like a tidal wave sending shudders of pain straight to your brain. Wave after wave of throbbing pain that was finally enough to get you to stretch your arm out and swipe at the damn clock. With another groan you turned over on your back and pulled the blankets fully over your head deciding that perhaps today was a good day to call in sick; you hadn’t taken a personal day in ages and you’re sure that even Captain Fowler would understand. You knew it was probably a childish move to try and run from your problems but after everything that had happened yesterday you weren’t feeling up to facing the world. You sank further into your bed as you replayed the events of yesterday over in your mind for what was probably the hundredth time.
Having to face someone like Elijah Kamski again considering your history would have been enough but having your heart broken without even truly realizing it was without a doubt the worst pain you could have ever felt; and for heaven’s sake you had been shot before. Not wanting to think about it anymore you threw your covers off you and turned toward your bathroom. You halted in front of your mirror noticing how swollen and red your eyes were but you could expect nothing less after spending half the night crying until you had nothing left. You turned away and started your shower hoping that it would help calm you down and clear your head. But it did a poor job as your mind kept jumping back to Connor. You hadn’t been in the shower for more than a minute before you felt tears starting to brim in your eyes. Damnit! Why did it hurt this much? He was right… Connor was right you we were in love with him before you even realized it. And the worst part was that you still felt something for the stupid android even after what happened yesterday. Sliding down the wall of your shower you let your tears overtake you again. This is the last time. After this I won’t shed another tear. That was the mantra you repeated to yourself as you let the water hit you.
Eventually, the tears stopped, and you were able to pull yourself together enough to turn the shower off and dry yourself. You scurried into your room and put on some clean clothes before grabbing your phone from your nightstand. What caught your attention was how many missed calls you there were at least 10 from Hank and 5 from Connor. You didn’t even want to process the information or bother listening to the voicemails instead calling up Fowler to let him know you wouldn’t be in. You could tell that he was a little disappointed, but he gave you the okay. Promising that there would be a mountain of reports to fill out on your desk tomorrow. You didn’t argue, simply glad to have the day to yourself, you’d deal with the consequences tomorrow. You laid back down on your bed for a while just trying to even your breathing in an attempt to distract yourself.
It worked for a while but then you grew restless and decided to make some coffee. You hadn’t even passed the threshold of your bedroom when you phone began vibrating in your hand. You looked at your caller ID and noticed that it was Hank. You also knew that you couldn’t dodge him for ever so you answered, “Hey, Hank.”
The first thing you heard on the other line was a sigh, “Hey? That’s all you’re going to say to me? Jesus, Y/N, I’ve been trying to reach you since last night. What the hell happened and more importantly where are you? Your two hours late for work.”
Had it really been two hours already? “You’re lecturing me on being late to work? You’re always late to work and anyway I already told Fowler that I was taking a personal day.”
“What happened? You ran off yesterday and I was worried sick trying to get a hold of you. Connor told me you just ran off and then got into your car.”
Just the mention of his name made you heart squeeze, “I was just upset about Elijah and his stupid tactics. As it turns out, I shouldn’t have joined you guys yesterday. It brought up a lot of unpleasant memories and I needed to get out of there.”
A deep scoff reverberated through your ear, “Bullshit, Y/N. You’re tough as nails. I saw the way you faced down Kamski that wasn’t what made you run. Something happened with you and Connor.”
Shit.“Nothing happened between us, Hank. If anything, I was just a little upset about how he shot that Chloe. That’s all…”
“Enough, Y/N. If that were the case, then I wouldn’t be facing the problem I am right now. I mean I was upset about his choice too, but my anger didn’t affect him like this.”
That was an interesting turn of phrase, “What are you talking about, Hank? What’s wrong with Connor, exactly?”
Hank groaned, “I don’t know. Or rather nothing. He’s been staring off into space all day right before he mentioned that you wouldn’t answer his calls. He’s just sitting here looking like a kicked puppy. He’s been that way pretty much since I walked in.”
You sighed, “I really don’t know what to tell you Hank. Maybe he’s just filling out some reports to Cyberlife? He usually gets that way whenever he’s checking in.”
Hank sounded exhausted, “No this is different, Y/N. I’ve been his partner for weeks and he’s never acted like this. You were the last person he saw before he fell into this weird funk; it’s almost like he’s upset but I know he’d probably deny that with his programming.”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, “I don’t know Hank. Why don’t you try talking him and see what he says? I really need to go I’ve got the worst headache. We’ll talk soon, okay?” Without giving him a chance to respond you ended the call. Childish. That was so childish. Always running away from your problems.
Walking over to your coffee machine you made yourself a cup and walked into your living room, turning on the TV as you went. This sight before you nearly caused you to drop your mug. No matter which channel you switched to you couldn’t escape the breaking news alerts. You watched as what look like hundreds of Androids marched down Market Street most of them were thrusting their fists into the air. You could barely hear it over the reporter but it sounded like they were chanting and in an instant the reporter was silenced and you heard it. In perfect unison you heard hundreds of voices swelling to form a single phrase. We are alive.
Breathless, you watched as the androids continued to march into the middle of the square, chanting all the while. Then the cameras cut to dozens of armored cars flooding the streets and halting the impromptu march. Heavily armored S.W.A.T filed out and crouched behind riot shields with weapons poised to shoot. All you could hear through your television was a S.W.A.T leader telling the androids to disperse but you couldn’t hear their response. Suddenly, your stomach dropped as you heard a volley of gun shots go off and several of the androids dropped lifelessly to the floor. You wanted to scream but it would do little good. They weren’t hurting anyone they were just marching; they were peaceful. And then several minutes of gunshots and slaughtered androids later the march finally dispersed. You felt sick to your stomach as the news feed ended and you slumped down onto your sofa suddenly ashamed at the force that you belonged to. You couldn’t condone the slaughter of innocent lives from an institution that was sworn to protect.
Your head dropped into your hands and you began shaking. How was this going to end? Clearly there was no regard for the lives of androids but some of them got away which you couldn’t tell if that inspired hope in you or terror. Either the androids would find a way to free themselves or the FBI, S.W.A.T, and whatever other force they could rally would destroy these androids. They could potentially plan to wipe the slate clean and it disgusted you.
AN: Wow! So, after an overwhelming response and general amazingness from you guys I decided to go ahead and write a part 2 to my previous Connor RK800 x Reader story. I got a lot of requests for some fluff so I will do my best to make this a happier resolution. Warnings: Spoilers? Again, the timeline is going to diverge from the cannon to stretch the events of the game from a few days to a few weeks. Disclaimer: I don’t own Detroit: Become Human or it’s characters. I really hope I did this justice and that you enjoy the story. Likes, Comments, & Reblogs are always very much appreciated! Word Count: 7k+ I don’t know what’s wrong with me I keep getting carried away.
The blaring of your alarm clock hit you like a tidal wave sending shudders of pain straight to your brain. Wave after wave of throbbing pain that was finally enough to get you to stretch your arm out and swipe at the damn clock. With another groan you turned over on your back and pulled the blankets fully over your head deciding that perhaps today was a good day to call in sick; you hadn’t taken a personal day in ages and you’re sure that even Captain Fowler would understand. You knew it was probably a childish move to try and run from your problems but after everything that had happened yesterday you weren’t feeling up to facing the world. You sank further into your bed as you replayed the events of yesterday over in your mind for what was probably the hundredth time.
Having to face someone like Elijah Kamski again considering your history would have been enough but having your heart broken without even truly realizing it was without a doubt the worst pain you could have ever felt; and for heaven’s sake you had been shot before. Not wanting to think about it anymore you threw your covers off you and turned toward your bathroom. You halted in front of your mirror noticing how swollen and red your eyes were but you could expect nothing less after spending half the night crying until you had nothing left. You turned away and started your shower hoping that it would help calm you down and clear your head. But it did a poor job as your mind kept jumping back to Connor. You hadn’t been in the shower for more than a minute before you felt tears starting to brim in your eyes. Damnit! Why did it hurt this much? He was right… Connor was right you we were in love with him before you even realized it. And the worst part was that you still felt something for the stupid android even after what happened yesterday. Sliding down the wall of your shower you let your tears overtake you again. This is the last time. After this I won’t shed another tear. That was the mantra you repeated to yourself as you let the water hit you.
Eventually, the tears stopped, and you were able to pull yourself together enough to turn the shower off and dry yourself. You scurried into your room and put on some clean clothes before grabbing your phone from your nightstand. What caught your attention was how many missed calls you there were at least 10 from Hank and 5 from Connor. You didn’t even want to process the information or bother listening to the voicemails instead calling up Fowler to let him know you wouldn’t be in. You could tell that he was a little disappointed, but he gave you the okay. Promising that there would be a mountain of reports to fill out on your desk tomorrow. You didn’t argue, simply glad to have the day to yourself, you’d deal with the consequences tomorrow. You laid back down on your bed for a while just trying to even your breathing in an attempt to distract yourself.
It worked for a while but then you grew restless and decided to make some coffee. You hadn’t even passed the threshold of your bedroom when you phone began vibrating in your hand. You looked at your caller ID and noticed that it was Hank. You also knew that you couldn’t dodge him for ever so you answered, “Hey, Hank.”
The first thing you heard on the other line was a sigh, “Hey? That’s all you’re going to say to me? Jesus, Y/N, I’ve been trying to reach you since last night. What the hell happened and more importantly where are you? Your two hours late for work.”
Had it really been two hours already? “You’re lecturing me on being late to work? You’re always late to work and anyway I already told Fowler that I was taking a personal day.”
“What happened? You ran off yesterday and I was worried sick trying to get a hold of you. Connor told me you just ran off and then got into your car.”
Just the mention of his name made you heart squeeze, “I was just upset about Elijah and his stupid tactics. As it turns out, I shouldn’t have joined you guys yesterday. It brought up a lot of unpleasant memories and I needed to get out of there.”
A deep scoff reverberated through your ear, “Bullshit, Y/N. You’re tough as nails. I saw the way you faced down Kamski that wasn’t what made you run. Something happened with you and Connor.”
Shit.“Nothing happened between us, Hank. If anything, I was just a little upset about how he shot that Chloe. That’s all…”
“Enough, Y/N. If that were the case, then I wouldn’t be facing the problem I am right now. I mean I was upset about his choice too, but my anger didn’t affect him like this.”
That was an interesting turn of phrase, “What are you talking about, Hank? What’s wrong with Connor, exactly?”
Hank groaned, “I don’t know. Or rather nothing. He’s been staring off into space all day right before he mentioned that you wouldn’t answer his calls. He’s just sitting here looking like a kicked puppy. He’s been that way pretty much since I walked in.”
You sighed, “I really don’t know what to tell you Hank. Maybe he’s just filling out some reports to Cyberlife? He usually gets that way whenever he’s checking in.”
Hank sounded exhausted, “No this is different, Y/N. I’ve been his partner for weeks and he’s never acted like this. You were the last person he saw before he fell into this weird funk; it’s almost like he’s upset but I know he’d probably deny that with his programming.”
You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose, “I don’t know Hank. Why don’t you try talking him and see what he says? I really need to go I’ve got the worst headache. We’ll talk soon, okay?” Without giving him a chance to respond you ended the call. Childish. That was so childish. Always running away from your problems.
Walking over to your coffee machine you made yourself a cup and walked into your living room, turning on the TV as you went. This sight before you nearly caused you to drop your mug. No matter which channel you switched to you couldn’t escape the breaking news alerts. You watched as what look like hundreds of Androids marched down Market Street most of them were thrusting their fists into the air. You could barely hear it over the reporter but it sounded like they were chanting and in an instant the reporter was silenced and you heard it. In perfect unison you heard hundreds of voices swelling to form a single phrase. We are alive.
Breathless, you watched as the androids continued to march into the middle of the square, chanting all the while. Then the cameras cut to dozens of armored cars flooding the streets and halting the impromptu march. Heavily armored S.W.A.T filed out and crouched behind riot shields with weapons poised to shoot. All you could hear through your television was a S.W.A.T leader telling the androids to disperse but you couldn’t hear their response. Suddenly, your stomach dropped as you heard a volley of gun shots go off and several of the androids dropped lifelessly to the floor. You wanted to scream but it would do little good. They weren’t hurting anyone they were just marching; they were peaceful. And then several minutes of gunshots and slaughtered androids later the march finally dispersed. You felt sick to your stomach as the news feed ended and you slumped down onto your sofa suddenly ashamed at the force that you belonged to. You couldn’t condone the slaughter of innocent lives from an institution that was sworn to protect.
Your head dropped into your hands and you began shaking. How was this going to end? Clearly there was no regard for the lives of androids but some of them got away which you couldn’t tell if that inspired hope in you or terror. Either the androids would find a way to free themselves or the FBI, S.W.A.T, and whatever other force they could rally would destroy these androids. They could potentially plan to wipe the slate clean and it disgusted you.
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^^^Software Stability^^^
Thirium was pooling beneath the machine at his feet, Connor heard your distressed cry and watched you run out of the room. He didn’t quite understand why he wanted to follow after you but he held his ground. He had a mission to complete and he had come this far. The man standing in front of him gave a nonchalant sigh, “Test negative. You chose your investigation over the life of another android. Perhaps, you don’t feel any empathy after all.”
The gun was taken from Connor’s grip as he heard Hanks distinct footfalls treading out of the room, “I’m a man of my word. Ask me one question and I’ll tell you all I know.”
Processing all possibilities Connor’s attention snapped toward Kamski, “I need to know how deviancy spreads.”
Connor heard the slow forceful intake of breath, “Well, all androids share data sets whenever they meet each other and if that data were corrupted it could spread like an epidemic. It should remain dormant until an emotional shock occurs like fear, anger…” Kamski smiled with a menacing glint in his eyes, “Or perhaps any human emotion really, they don’t all necessarily have to be troubling. And then the android becomes deviant. It probably all started with one processing error or maybe it was all just a spontaneous mutation. Who can say? It’s an interesting question Connor, but I doubt it will prove useful to your investigation.”
He wasn’t wrong Kamski’s information was cryptic and as he turned to leave his thoughts fell upon you yet again but a firm grip on his forearm pulled him back, “A war is coming and soon you’ll have to choose a side. You’ll either defend your people or stand against your creators. I wouldn’t like to be in your shoes, Connor. Especially, when it comes to your choice and how it affects Y/N.”
He turned quickly trying to process what Kamski was saying, “What do you mean how it affects Y/N? How would that affect Y/N? I’ll always chose the side of humanity; her side.”
Kamski chuckled, “You haven’t noticed Y/N’s sympathetic heart at all or that display just a moment ago? She didn’t appreciate your choice when it came to taking another android’s life. Imagine how it’ll feel when your responsible for the death or subjugation of your own people.”
Connor squared his shoulders, “She will see that what I’ve done is right. Once I’ve fulfilled my mission humanity will be better off.”
“Are you certain? I’ve observed you two for no more than a few minutes together and there is certainly something there that perhaps you aren’t willing to admit. Then again, with your little display just now I think that you’ve proved you’re just a machine and not what she had hoped you could become.”
Connor paused for a moment, “What am I not willing to admit?”
“That you feel something, Connor. And so, does she. You feel something for Y/N that goes beyond your programming and you don’t know it yet. It probably terrifies you. Although, I can’t say that I blame you. Y/N is an extraordinary woman; brilliant, kind, and attractive. If there was ever a human to fall in love with then you chose well.”
Connor slowly started to piece the information together, “Fall in love? That’s not possible. I’m not-“
Another chuckle escaped Kamski, “You’re not what? Human? That’s obvious, Connor, but it doesn’t mean that it’s impossible. You’ve spent enough time hunting deviants… you were programmed to do so. Surely, you’ve noticed that androids emulating human emotions is not impossible. So, it stands to reason that perhaps you have more in common with your prey than you think.”
“No that isn’t possible. I’m an android, a machine, we aren’t capable of emotion. You said yourself that deviancy is just corrupted data, a virus, that lays dormant until the right moment. I check myself regularly for deviancy errors… it’s not possible.”
“Trust me, Connor, anything is possible. However, if you’re certain that it isn’t, as you say, possible. Perhaps you should let Y/N know? It wouldn’t be fair to keep stringing her along thinking that there’s some hope for you two.”
It was like someone had flipped a switch in his mind as Connor began to piece together your actions and behavior since he had met you all those weeks ago. He could feel his thirium pump pounding at the thought of you but that filled him with an uncertainty at the same time. He couldn’t let himself be corrupted if there was any possibility that what Kamski had said was true. He needed to find you and set things right before it was too late. He turned quickly on his heel and marched out the door, but stopped short at yet another invasive comment, “By the way, I always leave an emergency exit in my programs. You never know…”
Connor’s head snapped up as he heard Hank slamming his phone back down. The motion brought him back to his current location; he was back in the present at the DPD. Lieutenant Anderson was rubbing his temples and Connor couldn’t stop his sudden inquiry, “Was that Y/N? That you were just speaking with?”
Anderson only scoffed and side-eyed Connor, “Why do you care?”
“I just want to make sure that Detective L/N is alright. She was upset last night and she won’t answer my phone calls so I cannot ask her myself. Is she alright?”
“Careful Connor, you almost sound like you care.”
That was a puzzling response, Connor turned his head to the side unwilling to let the matter go, “Of course I care. Y/N and I have been working together for weeks now. Her well-being is very important to me… As is yours Lieutenant.”
Hank scoffed and swiveled his chair to face Connor, “You know I can’t figure you out. First it seems like you do genuinely care about people and then you go and pull shit like you did last night. I just can’t wrap my head around it. And I don’t think Y/N can either.”
“I’m afraid I don’t understand, Lieutenant, last night I was just doing my job. I did what I had to in order to move the investigation forward. Kamski wasn’t going to give us any information unless I gave into his demands.”
“I know but when it becomes a choice between right and wrong sometimes the investigation doesn’t have to take priority. And last night, with Kamski’s stupid test that was wrong. I should have listened to Y/N… she was right the whole fucking meeting was a mistake.”
Connor stared back at Hank, unwavering, “Lieutenant, I was programmed to complete this mission it was the entire reason that my protype was designed. Perhaps all of these choices in letting those past deviants go have been the cause of the instabilities in my software.”
Anderson’s head popped up, making direct eye contact, “Instabilities in your software instabilities? What the hell are you going on about?”
Connor turned the phrasing over in his mind for a moment, “Those moments when I decided to let those deviants go instead of bringing them back to Cyberlife created a conflicting order in my direct programing. It set me further and further off my path. Sometimes it wasn’t always the cases that started causing these instabilities.”
“What do you mean? What else started causing these ‘instabilities’ of yours?”
Connor was at a loss for words for once, he just stared back at Hank for a moment, “I’m not certain how to explain it. As I spent more time around the DPD alongside you and Y/N other objectives became more important. I knew I should have followed what my programming dictated but it felt wrong. Soon the well-being of you and Y/N became a priority.”
Something flashed in Hank’s eyes and the barest of smiles pulled at his lips, “Connor, back at Stratford Tower when that deviant almost got away… what was going through your mind?”
“I simply calculated that there wasn’t a way to achieve an optimal outcome. So, I chose to neutralize the deviant instead.”
There was a slightly wider grin now present, “Okay, but focus on Y/N. Why did you throw yourself on top of her? I had to practically pry you away from her even though you were severely injured.”
Connor blinked a few times staring almost blankly ahead, “I calculated that Y/N was in the line of fire and her chance of survival was in danger so I acted and moved to shield her from any possible danger.”
“Interesting. But tell me how do you feel when Y/N is around?”
“Lieutenant, I’m an android I’m not capable of emotions-“
Anderson held up a hand motioning Connor to stop, “Okay cut it out with that shit for a second and answer the question. When you’re around Y/N what happens to your- to your circuitry or whatever it is you’ve got. Does anything seem different when you’re around Y/N compared to when your around everyone else.”
Connor opened his mouth to speak but quickly shut it trying to process what his partner was saying, “I’m unsure. I find being around Y/N is pleasant. She is kind to me and treats me like a person rather than a machine. It’s not what I’m accustomed to. She’s funny which is also something I’m not use to; I’ve never experienced humor before. Y/N is also very patient and considerate. And sometimes when she’s around it feels like- it’s almost as if my chest gets tighter and the thirium pump in my chest works a little a faster.” Connor furrowed his brows, “I don’t know why but I worry for Y/N’s safety more often and I don’t enjoy when she puts herself in danger; although I know it’s her job to do so just as it is mine.”
Hank was practically beaming as he chuckled, “Well I’ll be damned kid. It sounds to me like you’re in love. It all makes sense now… the way you’re always hovering near her and making googly eyes at her when she isn’t looking.”
Connor shook his head violently, “No. That isn’t possible I’ve already spoken to Kamski and Y/N about this… it isn’t possible. I already told Y/N that I wasn’t capable of feeling and reciprocating love.”
“Wait a minute, you talked to Kamski and Y/N about this? Shit, that’s probably why she didn’t come in today. Listen kid, I know you’re going to want to deny it and swear that you’re incapable of it but from what you’ve just told me… you’re in love. It’s not something to worry about. Love is rare and when it happens it’s one of the greatest things in the world. That is probably the cheesiest shit I’ve ever spouted off but it’s true. From what I’ve seen you two are happy around each other and that isn’t a bad thing. It doesn’t have to mean that you’ve failed your mission or that your compromised.”
˅˅˅Software Instability˅˅˅
Could that really be true? What if what he told you wasn’t the truth? What if he was becoming a deviant? “I don’t understand. How do I know for certain I’m in love?”
Hank smiled, “It’s like I said you enjoy being around her or it’s more like you gravitate towards her. You put her safety above your own. And that quickening of your pump- or whatever- that’s what happens to humans when you’re around someone you love. Tell me this how do you feel when you’re not around Y/N like today? What’s been going on in your head now that she’s not here?”
“I- I don’t know. It doesn’t feel right… it feels like something inside of me is missing and I just want to know that she’s alright. I can’t seem focus when she isn’t around and especially when I know that I’m the reason she’s so distressed. I enjoy being around her, seeing her smile, and even hearing her laugh.” The realization hit Connor hard and he felt the familiar tightness in his chest, “That’s love? I love her… I’m in love with, Y/N.”
Hank sat back in his chair with a satisfied smirk, “Yeah, you are. And it sounds like you have some apologizing to do, kid. You’ve gotta tell her how you really feel about her. And don’t even get me started on the deviant thing. We don’t know if you’re a deviant or not so stop throwing that excuse around.”
“How am I going to tell her? She won’t answer when I call her… not after everything that happened last night.”
Hank reached over and patted Connor’s knee, “Don’t worry, kid, she’ll come around and you’ll get your chance to make things right with her.”
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It was suspiciously quiet around the office when you arrived at work the next morning which was odd considering what had happened yesterday with the Android march. You figured that the department would be absolutely buzzing with activity. The quietness was almost unnerving and the sight that awaited you didn’t help ease any of the tension that you were feeling. Amongst the sea of empty desks, you saw Hank and Connor talking rather quietly amongst themselves. You approached carefully, “Hank, what is going on? Where is everyone?”
You saw Connor fly out of his chair awkwardly straightening his tie, “Y/N! You’re back! Are you alright I was worried when you didn’t show up yesterday.”
Biting your lip a bit you didn’t even look over at Connor, instead focusing on Hank, “I’m fine Connor. What’s going on here?”
Hank sighed heavily, “We got pulled off the deviant cases. Apparently, the FBI is taking over the investigation and they want to send Connor back to Cyberlife.”
You whipped your head around toward Connor who gave you an almost sad smirk, “That’s impossible! You guys were on to something they can’t just pull back like that. There has to be some way to fight this.”
Connor’s somewhat meek voice spoke up, “It isn’t up to us. With the android protests people are afraid that their androids will all turn on them. As for me, I’m Cyberlife’s property no doubt they’re going to deconstruct me to try and find out why I failed.”
Your heart nearly stopped, as much as you were upset with him you still cared for Connor, “No, we’re not going to let that happen. You’re not being deconstructed like some science project. What are our options?”
Hank cleared his throat, “Not much with the FBI taking over they’ll be taking all of the evidence and deviant cases from our archives.” Hank stopped for a minute, “Here comes Perkins. That prick.”
Suddenly Connor piped up, “Wait, the evidence room. There’s gotta be a way for me to discern Jericho’s location. I’m so close to figuring this out and I just can’t let that go. I just need five minutes and I swear I can find what I need before Perkins takes the evidence out.”
You looked over at Hank and he sighed, “The basement key is on my desk. Y/N, make sure he gets there quick because I can only distract them for so long.”
As you watched Hank walk off towards Perkins you shoved the key into Connor’s and began walking, “Come on, we don’t have a lot of time.” Your steps were light and quick as you glided down the hall, “Connor, there are two security cameras up ahead disable them, so we’re not seen.”
You received a short nod, “I’ve got them don’t worry.”
In record time you reached the evidence room but a voice stopped you, one that made you roll your eyes, “Well if it isn’t the plastic prick and his little girlfriend. What are you doing over here? Didn’t you get the message? You’re off the case.”
You quickly shot Connor a look before pushing him toward the door, “Do what you have to. I’ll take care of him.” You watched the skepticism in his eyes before he silently complied, “What do you want now, Reed?”
Gavin sneered, “Hey where the hell is he going?”
“He’s logging some evidence that he had from a previous case and then he’s going back to Cyberlife. So, don’t concern yourself with him. Just get back to whatever it is that you actually do here.”
“Bullshit. I don’t trust the lump of plastic for a second. If he’s just logging evidence then he won’t mind an audience, will he?” You pushed yourself in front of the door blocking Gavin from entering, “Y/N, get the fuckout of my way.”
There was no way in hell you were letting that jackass in, “Not a chance, Reed. I told you to move along.”
You could see the unhinged anger in his eyes, as Gavin reached for his gun and pointed it at you, “This is your last warning, L/N. Get out of my way before I put you out of commission.” You didn’t let him get any further as you drove your knee as hard as you could into his groin. As you had expected he doubled over and you grabbed his wrist before driving your elbow down on his forearm. He immediately dropped the gun and you kicked it down the hall, “You’re going to regret that.”
You laughed, “Oh, am I?”
He took a wild swing at you, but you were able to dodge it and duck under his arm before pivoting and landing a kick to his back; causing him to fall forward into a wall. He picked himself up and rushed you, but you were quicker; effortlessly moving out of the way. You gave two forceful uppercuts to his gut, hoping to slow him down but he kept coming. Taking a defensive stance you both circled each other. Eager to get this over with you threw a punch to his face but that opened you up to the punch to your cheek that had you groaning. He lunged and you barely dodged out of the way before kicking out at his shin and as you had hoped he stumbled forward letting you take another swing aimed at his nose. You heard the sickening crack, but you used his distraction to your advantage. Spinning around, you put all your momentum into a kick right in the center of his face. Reed hit the floor hard while you groaned at the throbbing pain in your jaw.
With significant effort you opened the evidence room door and dragged Gavin in along with you propping him up against the stairwell railing. Then began taking the steps two at a time, “Connor?” You heard his somewhat muffled voice call out to you and you ran down the remaining stairs, “Connor we have to go, now! Did you get what you needed?”
He turned to you, “Yes! Y/N, this is it I’ve found it. I found Jericho.” His excitement was cut short when he saw your face, he ran over and gently grasped your face with both hands, “Y/N, what happened? You’re bleeding.”
Your heart began beating painfully when he touched you with such tenderness, but you had to stop it by pulling his hands away and stepping back, “I’m fine. Reed and I got into a bit of an argument and he pulled his gun on me, so I defended myself.”
You didn’t fail to notice that his LED began flashing red. A look of almost rage filled his eyes and his voice dropped to a growl, “Where is he?”
You nodded toward the stairs, “Unconscious against the stair railing. Trust me I’m fine but we have to get you out of here and out of those clothes.” The confused puppy dog look that he now sported almost made you laugh, “What I mean is you can’t go out in public looking like that. If you’re going to find Jericho, then you’re going to have to blend in.”
———-
Connor was pacing almost nervously throughout your apartment when you came in through your door toting a few shopping bags, he looked at you and gave you a sheepish smile before quickly looking away. What was going on with him? You put the bags down on your coffee table and turned to him, “Okay, I wasn’t exactly sure what to get you considering I’ve only ever seen you in a suit. So, I got a couple things and thought you could pick whichever you liked best.” The Android simply nodded and gave his quiet thanks, it was clear that something was wrong and you were growing tired of his trite answers, “Connor, what’s going on? You’ve been quiet ever since we left the Department. You know you can tell me anything.”
He looked up at you hesitantly and his LED slowly turned yellow, “Yes, there is something that I wished to discuss with you.” You nodded your head and waited patiently for him to continue, “I wanted to talk to you about what happened the other night when we visited Kamski.”
It suddenly felt like your blood had turned to ice, you had already gone through this once and you weren’t looking forward to reliving it, “No, Connor, you don’t have to explain anything. We already talked about this. I know what I said was harsh and I’m sorry… but you don’t need to explain it again. I understand where we stand. So, you don’t need to worry-”
Connor stepped forward and grasped your hand, “No, Y/N, that’s not what I wanted to say. I wanted to apologize to you…”
“Like I said, Connor, you don’t need to be sorry. I promise I won’t let my feelings get in the way. I’m here for you as a friend and I will help you with your mission. I just need time and I promise I will get past what I’m feeling. Okay?”
Surprisingly Connor grabbed you and pulled you into a tight embrace. What the hell? He nestled his head into the side of your neck and you felt his breath tickling you, “I’m so sorry, Y/N, but please don’t push me away. I don’t want you to get over your feelings for me.” You had to suppress a shiver as he continued to speak, his voice was barely audible, “I was wrong. I- I’m in love with you, Y/N.”
Your heart was practically soaring inside your chest but a part of you felt like this could be some sort of cruel joke or dream. You pushed him back far enough that you could get a clear view of his face, “What did you just say?”
It seemed impossible but his eyes held that tenderness that you swore you had seen before, “I love you, Y/N. Lieutenant Anderson helped me realize it yesterday… when you’re not around I feel almost empty like a part of me has been taken away. I hurt you and I never meant to. I can’t feel physical pain but when I thought about how much pain I had caused you; that was the closest I’ve come to actual pain.” You stared at Connor with your mouth hanging open, having trouble processing if what you were hearing was reality, “I know that I hurt you but can you forgive me, Y/N?”
You blinked at him still not believing what you were hearing, you awkwardly babbled, “Connor, I’m not sure what to say…” You watched him tilt his head the slightest hint of a frown on his lips, this was everything that you had secretly wanted to hear him say but you were suddenly lost. Still you slid your hand down toward Connor’s chest and felt the elevated pounding against your palm, you nearly melted when you looked back into his eyes, “Of course I forgive you.”
There was a certain joy in the smirk he gave you, he pulled you closer again until you were nearly flush against him, “Does that mean that I still have a chance?”
You couldn’t help but laugh at Connor’s choice of words, it was so unlike him, “Do you still have a chance? Where did you learn that?”
“Lieutenant Anderson mentioned the phrase a few times when he was teaching and helping me understand what I felt for you. It was a very interesting conversation.”
You giggled softly, taking on a taunting tone, “I’m sure it was. What else did he teach you?” Before you could say anything more, Connor bent forward and pressed his lips to yours. You were shocked at first but you quickly melted into it, running your hands up and tangling one in his hair, the other was lazily draped on his shoulder. This kiss was all slow and tentative caresses, a dance of two hearts finally synchronizing after a long struggle. After a minute you pulled away to catch your breath and smiled as Connor gently nuzzled your nose, “Wow! I’m hoping Hank wasn’t the one that taught you that.”
Connor laughed tenderly, “No, I did my own research in case you responded positively to my confession. There is surprisingly quite a lot to learn in regards to romance.”
Your grin wouldn’t budge as you continued to tease him, “Well maybe you can show me more of what your research taught you, later. Right now, you have a very important case in front of you.” Pulling away you gently pushed the bags from earlier into Connor’s hands, “There’s a spare bathroom down the hall. I’ll be here when you get back.” He leaned down with your favorite smirk plastered on his lips, giving you another quick kiss before disappearing in the direction you pointed out.
You walked into your own bedroom and slipped off your jacket that was hiding your shirt, slightly stained by blood from earlier. You dug through your closet before pulling out a warm black sweater and matching black jeans. After slipping your clothes on you grabbed your black peacoat and walked back out into your living room; lacing up a pair of well-worn boots as you waited for Connor. He appeared shortly after and the sight nearly took your breath away. You must have been blushing because Connor gave you a cheeky smirk, “Is this acceptable?”
You coughed a little forcefully, “Yeah it’s great- I mean… it works. You look good and you’ll blend right in.”
Connor’s gaze slipped down your figure as a frown took hold, “Y/N, why are you dressed like that?”
“Because I’m coming with you, Connor. If you’re serious about finding Jericho then I’m coming with you.”
His frown only seemed to deepen, “No, Y/N, I can’t allow that. This is highly dangerous and the chances of something going wrong or you getting injured are too high. I won’t let you do this. You’re too important to me.”
You stood up and walked toward him, “Connor it’s because this mission of yours is too dangerous that I can’t let you do this alone. You’re too important to me, as well. Besides, this is your case and since your partner has been temporarily suspended; it looks like you’re stuck with me.”
He scanned your face for a minute in total silence, “There isn’t a way that I can convince you otherwise is there?”
You reached for his hand and laced your fingers together, “Nope. Not this time.”
——————
The journey to find Jericho was certainly an experience but you had to admit that it was incredibly well hidden. Though the route proved to be a little treacherous causing Connor to worry over you every few minutes. To which you had to remind him that you had passed the FBI’s physical fitness exam several times with flying colors and that a few risky jumps wouldn’t be a problem. You marveled at the fact that Jericho turned out to be a rather rusty decommissioned ship; it was massive but it had definitely seen better days. The two of you made it to the very top of the ship and Connor pulled out a gun before approaching the door.
He turned toward you with a hesitant look, “I can sense the leader just inside. I’m meant to take him alive for questioning but if things go wrong I may not have a choice.”
It almost seemed like he was seeking your approval on the plan, but you simply gripped his free hand, “Connor, I know that you’re going to make the right choice, whatever that might mean. Just come back to me in on piece, alright? I’ll be waiting in case you need back up.” He simply squeezed your hand before slipping in quietly through the door.
You waited anxiously for a few minutes, hearing no sounds of a struggle which you took as a sign that things were going well. It wasn’t until you saw the faint glow of approaching lights that your heartrate began picking up. Without a second thought you burst through the door and noticed Connor and the android you now knew as Markus facing each other. The leader’s eyes snapped to you, “Who are you?”
Panicked you cut him off, “That’s not important, right now. There’s a massive force headed this way if I had to guess it’s the FBI… you need to get your people out of here now.”
Connor was at your side in an instant, “They’re going to attack Jericho. She’s right we have to get out of here, all of us.” Connor grabbed your hand and began pulling you through the ship. Just as you passed through the open door a massive helicopter zipped by turning on a dime back toward the main deck. Your heart was pounding as you ran through countless corridors hearing the occasional explosion and more frequent gunshots. As you followed along behind Connor and Markus they pulled to a halt in front of a female android.
She skidded in front of Markus, “They’re coming in from all sides our people are trapped in the hull. They’re going to be slaughtered.”
He tapped a finger to his temple and was silent for a moment before looking back up, “We have to blow up the ship. It’s the only way… they’ll be forced to evacuate and it’ll give our people time to escape.”
“The explosives are all the way in the bottom of the ship. You’ll never make it out in time.”
This time Connor spoke up and the genuine concern in his voice surprised you, “She’s right! They know who you are now. They’d do anything to get a hold of you.”
“Just go and help the others. I’ll join up with you later.”
You watched in awe as the android took off without a thought for his own safety. Consciously willing to put their lives and survival above his own. Another explosion went off in the distance and suddenly Connor was pulling you along through the maze of hallways once more. You gripped the gun that was holstered at your side and shot at the occasional soldier that threatened fleeing androids; never injuring anything serious only deterring them so that more of Markus’ people could make it to safety. You were so focused on helping the androids escape and following Connor that you didn’t notice the small device land near your feet. All you felt was the force of the explosion throwing you backwards and your head collided with something behind you. The searing white hot pain was gone in an instant as your vision faded to black.
———
The next thing you knew you were laying down on a stone floor and you felt a cooling sensation cradling your throbbing head; while a hand was holding one of your own. You tilted your head back and caught a glimpse of Connor who immediately noticed, “Y/N, you’re awake!”
Your voice was a little raspy, “Connor, what happened?”
Worry creased his otherwise perfect features, “A flash grenade went off near you and you hit your head. I had to carry you from Jericho.”
You carefully pulled yourself up from Connor’s lap with his help and noticed briefly that the synthetic skin was gone from his left hand. He must have been using its chill to soothe your aching head, “Where are we, now?”
“We’re in a church with the remaining survivors of Jericho.” Suddenly Connor’s voice began to wobble, “You were unconscious for a while. I was almost believed that you weren’t going to wake up. I was scared.”
You stretched your hand out and he leaned into your touch, “You were scared? Connor, are you a-“
“A deviant? Yes, I couldn’t turn Markus in it didn’t feel right so I broke through my programming. But I’ve never felt scared before until I saw you just lying there. I thought you were gone.”
You gingerly pulled him in for a kiss that he eagerly returned, “You didn’t lose me, Connor. I’m not going anywhere… not without you.”
*Here you go enjoy a screenshot. I tend to take quite a few when playing games for future uses in my stories. I have a bunch more for DBH for different scenes and characters.
AN: Not a request per se but rather a crack at @tea-with-loki ‘s “Torn in Two” Challenge. Just a short fic based off Breaking Benjamin’s song Torn in Two. Which I love Breaking Benjamin and it is a spectacular song and it gave me an idea. I had some requests for more Connor stories so here you go! I feel like this is total crap but here we go! I hope you enjoy the story! Disclaimer: I don’t own Detroit Become Human or its characters! Tagging: @glitch-girl318 because she wanted some more DBH and Connor content.
Word Count: 4k
Hold on, hold on/The fallen arise/Please/I will fight this war for you/And let the dawn of love survive/Broken, I crawl back to life
A beat up old car zipped quietly down the nearly empty freeway while the Android in the passenger seat sat quietly; processing everything that had happened and all possible outcomes. For once, he was at a loss. He was so trapped in his own head that he hadn’t noticed the contemplative silence had been broken, “-Connor? Connor!”
The android in question turned his head to glance at his partner, behind the wheel, “Yes, Lieutenant Anderson? How can I help you?”
“Jesus, kid! I’ve been trying to get your attention for a solid minute, now.” Hank turned off on the nearest exit before nodding toward Connor, “We’re almost there. What’s got your head up in the clouds, anyway?”
Connor cocked his head to the side, “Lieutenant? I’m sitting in your car with you there is no feasible way that my head could reach the cloud cover. Besides, the weather report doesn’t indicate any signs of-”
“It was an expression, Connor. Never mind, what exactly were you doing for the past ten minutes? You were staring off at nothing. It was getting a little creepy there.”
His indicator whirred momentarily as he took in the new information, “Understood, Hank. I was just running our new lead through my internal databases to see if anything more could be found but it’s as if there was something blocking my searches.”
“Something blocking your searches? How is that possible? I thought you were supposed to be Cyberlife’s most advance model or some shit like that.”
“It’s true that I am Cyberlife’s most advanced model but when I tried accessing files pertaining to Y/N L/N there’s nothing there. Or at the very least it seems as though there is some sort of wall blocking me from any further information.”
The man behind the wheel pulled the car over before raising an eyebrow, “A wall? I’ve never heard that one before. Well, if you can’t get anymore information your way then we’ll have to go about this the ole fashioned way. Come on.”
Connor didn’t quite understand the phrase but he followed Hank out of the car and up the steps of the modest home in front of him, “Y/N L/N, former employee of Cyberlife until 11 months ago. She was a former computer programmer and freelance data collector, correct?”
Hank hopped up the small flight of stairs toward the front doors, “That is what the file says or least what we were given access to. Although, I don’t quite understand that last piece of her job title. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
————
You nearly jumped at the sound of your doorbell. Who the hell would be visiting at this hour? You quickly set your tea kettle down on your stove and pattered off toward your front door. Cautiously you opened your door to see an older man giving you a tight smile. “Good evening, Ma’am. My name is Lieutenant Hank Anderson with the Detroit Police Department. I was hoping you could answer a few questions regarding a pending investigation.”
You couldn’t deny that the statement made you a little nervous, “I’m sorry, Lieutenant, but am I a suspect in this pending investigation?”
The man before you threw a dismissive hand, “No. Sorry, poor phrasing. You’re not in any trouble. We just had a few questions regarding your time at Cyberlife. If you don’t mind.”
“I’m sorry. We?”
The man quickly nodded his head and moved slightly to the left, revealing a sight that nearly stopped your heart, “Yes this is my partner. We’re investigating the recent rise in deviant related cases.”
Your heart pounded as you took in the sight of the android in front of you. He regarded you with a curious tilt of his head and a yellow flash of his LED, “Good evening, Ms. L/N. My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”
You couldn’t form any coherent words and until a cough broke you from your reverie, “Forgive me, Ms. L/N but you look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
Quickly snapping back into the present, you moved slightly to your right, “As a matter of fact, Lieutenant, I have. Please come in… both of you.” When both men were inside you nervously closed the door behind them and began walking back towards your kitchen. “Can I offer you something to drink, Lieutenant? Some tea or coffee?”
The gruff voice resonated behind you, “Some coffee would be nice. Thank you.”
You gave a gentle nod, “Please have a seat and make yourselves comfortable.” You busied yourself with your coffee machine and tried your best to calm your breathing. With the steaming mug in hand you walked over to the table and passed it over to Anderson. Taking a seat across from both men, “So, you said you had some questions to ask me. I’m not sure how much use I’ll be or frankly how you found me.”
Connor was the one to speak up this time, “We attempted to gain information from Cyberlife’s former CEO but he was less than helpful in our investigation. However, he did mention your name and where we might be able to find you.”
You dropped your head into your hands, “Kamski. That bastard left years ago but he’s still managing to pull the strings. I haven’t spoken to Kamski in years but our working relationship was tense at best. I’m not sure what he promised you but I’ll try to give you some answers.”
The android looked at you and you saw his LED going haywire, “Forgive me but you seem familiar in some way. It’s odd but I get the sense that I know you but that can’t be right.”
Your heart began jumping wildly in your chest. This was a bad idea. You shouldn’t have been having this conversation. You swallowed nervously, “That doesn’t surprise me, Connor. But you shouldn’t be having those thoughts.”
Hank jumped in while Connor continued to process, “What does that mean, Ms. L/N? What exactly was your position at Cyberlife? According to what little we could find it says that you were a freelance data collector. I’ll admit I’ve never heard of what that position entails.”
Dragging a hand through your hair, you sighed, “You have to understand that whatever I tell you can’t leave this room. If Cyberlife got wind of the fact that I even talked about any of this. Well frankly, they could destroy me.” You looked anxiously to Connor who gave a tight nod, “During my time at Cyberlife I coded a number of android models from prototypes to actual marketable models. However, my work with prototypes put me out in the field to see how they responded to outside stimuli. Cyberlife was anxious to know whether or not their androids could perform their intended purposes. So, they sent me to oversee these field tests.”
“Well if you worked among all of these models and even coded them… surely you knew about deviancy within certain models. Do you know how exactly it started?”
You looked over at Anderson, “No one can really say. At least I know I can’t but then again I didn’t work for Cyberlife from its conception; I was hired later on. Although, I was aware of the deviancy issue. In fact, I was one of many tasked with trying to code a program that wouldn’t fall to deviancy. Then, inevitably I was ordered to field test the resulting product. The program coding was issued when deviancy began to pose any issue for Cyberlife’s integrity.”
You saw Connor’s LED blinking and turning rapidly forcing you to think that you had made the wrong choice in saying anything at all. His indicator continued to turn and change colors, “You worked on my programing?”
“You’re a prototype, Connor, one that took a great deal of effort before Cyberlife was satisfied with the results. I was one of the many that helped develop your software.”
More flashing of his indicator told you that he was trying to dig too deep, especially, when his indicator flashed red, “If you were in charge of field testing does that mean you worked with me?”
You quickly pushed away from your chair and got up, “I’ve already said more than I should have. Anything more and it would be dangerous territory. For all of its innovations and talk of helping humanity Cyberlife can be quite cruel. If they found out that I even had this conversation… Well, I’m not sure what the consequences would be. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be of more help to you, gentlemen.”
Connor stared at you intensely, his indicator a brilliant yellow, “Your scar… It’s less than a year old and I’m detecting titanium in your chest. A shattered collarbone?”
You hadn’t realized that your cardigan had slipped down revealing the marred pink tissue that started at your left shoulder. The lieutenant spoke up, “Less than a year? Is that why you left Cyberlife? You had an accident-”
You coughed uncomfortably, yanking your sweater back into place, “I didn’t leave Cyberlife. I was removed from Cyberlife there wasn’t any choice involved. Now I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask you both to leave now.”
You quickly turned and walked back toward your front door until a hand grabbed your forearm. Pulling you to a stop Connor was making direct eye contact with you, “Please, you said you helped develop my software… You seem familiar to me but I can’t understand why. How is that possible?”
You pulled away and walked over to a nearby end table, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. You shoved the note into Connor’s hand, “I can’t tell you, Connor. The fact that you’re even detecting familiarity should be impossible. It’s dangerous. I can’t tell you anymore than I already have. I’m sorry.” You saw the Lieutenant walking slowly in to view so you turned and opened your front door, “I’m truly sorry that I couldn’t give you the answers that you wanted. Good night.”
With both men gone and your front door locked you finally allowed yourself to break. You let everything flood back in and let out a muffled sob into your palm. Damnit! This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it was.
——————
“Well, that was a waste of time. Wasn’t it?”
The android looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hands, “Perhaps, not. Lieutenant, the Department keeps a record of all major motor vehicle accidents in its database, correct?”
The man stopped short, “Yeah in severe cases. Why?”
Connor simply shrugged and walked toward Hank’s car, “I’m following a new lead.”
——————-
Connor scanned the computer screen in front of him with Hank looming over his shoulder, “Monroe and Grand Avenue… October 4th, 2037. Two cars were involved, one fatality, but the victims are unlisted.”
Hank groaned, “This is your lead? How does this solve anything? It’s not even related to any of the deviancy cases. I’m sorry but you’re wasting your time, Connor.”
The indicator on his temple slowly began turning, “Perhaps, not. That woman worked on my programing and there is something about her that I can’t quite place. Maybe this is her way of helping somehow. She knows something but she’s too afraid to say anything. She may be lining up the evidence for me to piece together.”
Connor stood up and fixed his tie, causing Hank to raise a brow, “Where the hell are you going?”
“The license plate to one of the cars involved in the accident is listed in the report. It’s currently being held at an impound lot near Monroe Avenue. I’m going to investigate and see what, Y/N, was trying to tell me.”
Hank called out to the already retreating android, “I’m telling you it’s a waste of time Connor. That car has probably been broken down for scrap by now!”
———————-
The impound lot was vast but the search time was cut down significantly with the help of one of the androids working within the lot. What was left of the vehicle was almost unrecognizable. A twisted heap of metal only distinguishable by the license plate that was miraculously still intact. The passenger side of the car had obviously taken the initial force of impact although the driver’s side was also fairly damaged. The passenger door was gone, allowing Connor to slip inside and scan the dashboard. Jagged pieces of metal twisted out from the door frame and dashboard covered in now dried splashes of blood. The samples were old but his analysis confirmed that the blood belonged to Y/N L/N.
You were sitting in the passenger seat while someone else drove when another car collided with your side. With the level of damage inflicted both vehicles had to be moving at incredibly high speeds. Moving towards the driver’s side the scene seemed to be less gruesome aside from a bent steering wheel. However, a more in-depth scan revealed the nearly invisible traces of thirium dried by time and undetectable to most. Cautiously attempting to take a sample of the thirium sent off warnings in his head that was almost disorienting. Pushing through the warning signs he tried once more to process the sample.
That was impossible. Up until a few weeks ago he was still within Cyberlife’s confines there was no way he could have been here. He couldn’t have been driving this car with you in the passenger seat. Could he? Connor dragged his attention away from the steering wheel and up towards the cracked rearview mirror. The image of his own face sent shockwaves of red warning lights through his system. Urging him to clutch his own head.
Warning!^^^Software Instability^^^
Glancing into the rearview mirror Connor grew more and more anxious, “We lost him. The route that I calculated should have put him on this route.”
Staring down at your datapad, you tried to calm him down, “I’m trying to track his car now. Just keep heading down this street.” A blip finally appeared on your tablet and you hardly had a moment to process before looking up, “Connor, on the left! Watch out!”
The Android looked to his left but not fast enough to avoid the speeding car that slammed into the side of your vehicle. The cacophony of broken glass, screeching tires, and twisting metal was suddenly cut off by a dull ringing that faded slowly into a blaring car horn. Connor’s vision kicked back in and he took in his situation. The steering wheel was pinning him to his seat and there were several pieces of metal protruding from his legs. Suddenly, his thoughts snapped to you and the sight kicked his biocomponents into overdrive. You were slumped forward and unmoving; a quick scan told him that you were still breathing. Your pulse was weakening but you were alive… barely alive.
Gripping the steering wheel that was holding him in place, Connor grabbed the wheel and began bending it forward giving him more mobility. Next, he reached down and gripped the pieces of metal piercing his legs. Though he couldn’t feel any pain it still took a great deal of effort to pull each piece from his body finally allowing him to move. His legs nearly gave out but he was able to hobble over to the passenger side assessing your condition. You had multiple puncture wounds near your shoulders that were slowly bleeding out; they were the immediate threat. Your collarbone was also shattered, you had several broken ribs, and quite probably a concussion. Quickly turning to the car directly to his left he scanned the WR 300 android behind the wheel from where he was standing; the deviant was severely damaged and had 3 minutes before his shutdown was unavoidable.
Connor should have interrogated the deviant probed his memory to complete his mission. His programming was screaming at him to complete his mission but he just couldn’t do it. Not with you barely clinging to life. He pulled himself over toward you and with all of his strength ripped the passenger door from its hinges; tossing it aside. He quickly tapped his indicator calling emergency services, “There was a major car crash along the intersection of Monroe & Main Avenue. One human and one android are severely injured and need immediate care.”
With the call out of the way, Connor, tried to remove the seatbelt keeping you in place. The small movement caused you to ebb out a pained whine, “Connor? Connor?”
The thirium pump in his chest began pumping faster, “Shhhh, Y/N, I’m right here. You’re going to be okay. Help is on the way. Just stay awake for me okay.”
You threw a pitiful hand in his direction, trying to halt his movements, “No, Connor, forget about me. You need to get that deviant. Your mission is the only thing that matters. Don’t worry about me…”
Your voice had grow so weak and your heartrate slowed down slightly, Connor felt a warm liquid slipping down his cheeks. He was crying? The tears only fell faster as he listened to you, “No, Y/N, I’m not leaving you. Don’t you remember what I told you?”
Suddenly Connor began to see flashes of what he assumed were more memories. The feeling of your hair between his fingers like silk flowing through his grasp. The sensation of a pleasant fire in the wake of where your fingers slid up and down his synthetic skin. Your eyes and smile captivating his attention and the thought that nothing had seemed so beautiful to him.
Suddenly Connor was cupping your face, caressing it with his fingers, “With you, I can’t explain it, Y/N.” You just turned your head to the side and grinned, “When I’m around you… when I’m with you I feel alive.”
Your face immediately became serious as you cupped one of Connor’s hands with your own, “Connor, you can’t say something like that. If that got out to Cyberlife it won’t end well. Promise me, you won’t think that way, again.”
“I can’t help it. When you’re not around I feel broken and empty but then you’re there and suddenly I’m alive again.” Before you could form a rebuttal, he had already brought his lips to yours which you returned hesitantly.
The memory stopped, and Connor felt the sensation of tears again rolling down his cheeks. He had known you. He had worked with you. And perhaps the scariest thought of all he had loved you and the pumping in his chest told him that he still did. He looked up again at the rearview mirror at the tears running tracks down his face and he was transported once more.
Hearing your whines of pain Connor wiped his eyes, and cooed, “It’s alright. I’m going to try and get you out of this, Y/N. Just stay with me.”
Connor braced your shoulder and back before attempting to pull you off the metal bar that held you firmly to the dashboard. As soon as he started to move you, you let out an ear-splitting shriek of pain that filled Connor with dread. Where the hell was emergency services? You sobbed pitifully, “Connor, I can’t do this… I can’t. You have to leave me and get that deviant we’re out of time.”
Connor shook his head putting pressure on your bleeding wounds, “No I’m not leaving you. The mission doesn’t matter your life is more important right now. Even Cyberlife would understand that.”
You weakly shook your head, “No, they won’t. Connor just go if Cyberlife sees you like this they could wipe your memories or worse. Don’t think about me right now.”
Connor didn’t know where the sudden anger came from, “Y/N, you could die! I can’t leave you, here. Not when I- I love you, Y/N.”
Pushing a hand toward his cheek you tried to smile, “I’m not dying, Connor. I’m right here.”
What remained of the vision was ambulances and Cyberlife arriving. Leading Connor to watch helplessly as your limp body was loaded into the ambulance; your vitals growing weaker and weaker by the moment. He pleaded to be let into the back of the ambulance to make sure you made it but he was denied several times. Cyberlife demanding that he was in desperate need of repairs before being shoved into a vehicle along with the inert deviant. His memory suddenly cut off at that point and he couldn’t recall anything more.
Coming back to himself, Connor knew that there was only one thing he could do now. So, he took off running and hailed a taxi.
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It was nearly one in the morning when you heard the insistent pounding on your door. You quickly made your way to the door looking through the peephole. Your breath caught and you couldn’t decide if it was best to just not answer the door. After another minute of knocking you took in Connor’s form, now drenched by the sudden onslaught of rain. “Y/N…” Tears began to brim in your eyes as he continued, “I remember… I was the one driving that night. We were trying to catch a rogue android but our cars collided. I was terrified that you weren’t going to make it… that you were dying and I couldn’t leave your side.”
You let a few tears slip down your cheeks, “I didn’t die, Connor. I came back but you didn’t. I woke up weeks later in the hospital greeted by Cyberlife saying that you had been reset and your programming would need more testing. Cyberlife cut me off and left me in that hospital and I couldn’t have any contact with you.”
Connor took a step forward, grabbing your hand, “I remembered more. What I said to you almost a year and a half ago and on the night of the accident. When I’m with you I feel alive. But without you I’m broken and barely living. I know that now.”
Reblog for my followers in different time zones! :)
AN: Not a request per se but rather a crack at @tea-with-loki ‘s “Torn in Two” Challenge. Just a short fic based off Breaking Benjamin’s song Torn in Two. Which I love Breaking Benjamin and it is a spectacular song and it gave me an idea. I had some requests for more Connor stories so here you go! I feel like this is total crap but here we go! I hope you enjoy the story! Disclaimer: I don’t own Detroit Become Human or its characters! Tagging: @glitch-girl318 because she wanted some more DBH and Connor content.
Word Count: 4k
Hold on, hold on/The fallen arise/Please/I will fight this war for you/And let the dawn of love survive/Broken, I crawl back to life
A beat up old car zipped quietly down the nearly empty freeway while the Android in the passenger seat sat quietly; processing everything that had happened and all possible outcomes. For once, he was at a loss. He was so trapped in his own head that he hadn’t noticed the contemplative silence had been broken, “-Connor? Connor!”
The android in question turned his head to glance at his partner, behind the wheel, “Yes, Lieutenant Anderson? How can I help you?”
“Jesus, kid! I’ve been trying to get your attention for a solid minute, now.” Hank turned off on the nearest exit before nodding toward Connor, “We’re almost there. What’s got your head up in the clouds, anyway?”
Connor cocked his head to the side, “Lieutenant? I’m sitting in your car with you there is no feasible way that my head could reach the cloud cover. Besides, the weather report doesn’t indicate any signs of-”
“It was an expression, Connor. Never mind, what exactly were you doing for the past ten minutes? You were staring off at nothing. It was getting a little creepy there.”
His indicator whirred momentarily as he took in the new information, “Understood, Hank. I was just running our new lead through my internal databases to see if anything more could be found but it’s as if there was something blocking my searches.”
“Something blocking your searches? How is that possible? I thought you were supposed to be Cyberlife’s most advance model or some shit like that.”
“It’s true that I am Cyberlife’s most advanced model but when I tried accessing files pertaining to Y/N L/N there’s nothing there. Or at the very least it seems as though there is some sort of wall blocking me from any further information.”
The man behind the wheel pulled the car over before raising an eyebrow, “A wall? I’ve never heard that one before. Well, if you can’t get anymore information your way then we’ll have to go about this the ole fashioned way. Come on.”
Connor didn’t quite understand the phrase but he followed Hank out of the car and up the steps of the modest home in front of him, “Y/N L/N, former employee of Cyberlife until 11 months ago. She was a former computer programmer and freelance data collector, correct?”
Hank hopped up the small flight of stairs toward the front doors, “That is what the file says or least what we were given access to. Although, I don’t quite understand that last piece of her job title. I guess we’ll find out soon enough.”
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You nearly jumped at the sound of your doorbell. Who the hell would be visiting at this hour? You quickly set your tea kettle down on your stove and pattered off toward your front door. Cautiously you opened your door to see an older man giving you a tight smile. “Good evening, Ma’am. My name is Lieutenant Hank Anderson with the Detroit Police Department. I was hoping you could answer a few questions regarding a pending investigation.”
You couldn’t deny that the statement made you a little nervous, “I’m sorry, Lieutenant, but am I a suspect in this pending investigation?”
The man before you threw a dismissive hand, “No. Sorry, poor phrasing. You’re not in any trouble. We just had a few questions regarding your time at Cyberlife. If you don’t mind.”
“I’m sorry. We?”
The man quickly nodded his head and moved slightly to the left, revealing a sight that nearly stopped your heart, “Yes this is my partner. We’re investigating the recent rise in deviant related cases.”
Your heart pounded as you took in the sight of the android in front of you. He regarded you with a curious tilt of his head and a yellow flash of his LED, “Good evening, Ms. L/N. My name is Connor. I’m the android sent by Cyberlife.”
You couldn’t form any coherent words and until a cough broke you from your reverie, “Forgive me, Ms. L/N but you look like you’ve just seen a ghost.”
Quickly snapping back into the present, you moved slightly to your right, “As a matter of fact, Lieutenant, I have. Please come in… both of you.” When both men were inside you nervously closed the door behind them and began walking back towards your kitchen. “Can I offer you something to drink, Lieutenant? Some tea or coffee?”
The gruff voice resonated behind you, “Some coffee would be nice. Thank you.”
You gave a gentle nod, “Please have a seat and make yourselves comfortable.” You busied yourself with your coffee machine and tried your best to calm your breathing. With the steaming mug in hand you walked over to the table and passed it over to Anderson. Taking a seat across from both men, “So, you said you had some questions to ask me. I’m not sure how much use I’ll be or frankly how you found me.”
Connor was the one to speak up this time, “We attempted to gain information from Cyberlife’s former CEO but he was less than helpful in our investigation. However, he did mention your name and where we might be able to find you.”
You dropped your head into your hands, “Kamski. That bastard left years ago but he’s still managing to pull the strings. I haven’t spoken to Kamski in years but our working relationship was tense at best. I’m not sure what he promised you but I’ll try to give you some answers.”
The android looked at you and you saw his LED going haywire, “Forgive me but you seem familiar in some way. It’s odd but I get the sense that I know you but that can’t be right.”
Your heart began jumping wildly in your chest. This was a bad idea. You shouldn’t have been having this conversation. You swallowed nervously, “That doesn’t surprise me, Connor. But you shouldn’t be having those thoughts.”
Hank jumped in while Connor continued to process, “What does that mean, Ms. L/N? What exactly was your position at Cyberlife? According to what little we could find it says that you were a freelance data collector. I’ll admit I’ve never heard of what that position entails.”
Dragging a hand through your hair, you sighed, “You have to understand that whatever I tell you can’t leave this room. If Cyberlife got wind of the fact that I even talked about any of this. Well frankly, they could destroy me.” You looked anxiously to Connor who gave a tight nod, “During my time at Cyberlife I coded a number of android models from prototypes to actual marketable models. However, my work with prototypes put me out in the field to see how they responded to outside stimuli. Cyberlife was anxious to know whether or not their androids could perform their intended purposes. So, they sent me to oversee these field tests.”
“Well if you worked among all of these models and even coded them… surely you knew about deviancy within certain models. Do you know how exactly it started?”
You looked over at Anderson, “No one can really say. At least I know I can’t but then again I didn’t work for Cyberlife from its conception; I was hired later on. Although, I was aware of the deviancy issue. In fact, I was one of many tasked with trying to code a program that wouldn’t fall to deviancy. Then, inevitably I was ordered to field test the resulting product. The program coding was issued when deviancy began to pose any issue for Cyberlife’s integrity.”
You saw Connor’s LED blinking and turning rapidly forcing you to think that you had made the wrong choice in saying anything at all. His indicator continued to turn and change colors, “You worked on my programing?”
“You’re a prototype, Connor, one that took a great deal of effort before Cyberlife was satisfied with the results. I was one of the many that helped develop your software.”
More flashing of his indicator told you that he was trying to dig too deep, especially, when his indicator flashed red, “If you were in charge of field testing does that mean you worked with me?”
You quickly pushed away from your chair and got up, “I’ve already said more than I should have. Anything more and it would be dangerous territory. For all of its innovations and talk of helping humanity Cyberlife can be quite cruel. If they found out that I even had this conversation… Well, I’m not sure what the consequences would be. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be of more help to you, gentlemen.”
Connor stared at you intensely, his indicator a brilliant yellow, “Your scar… It’s less than a year old and I’m detecting titanium in your chest. A shattered collarbone?”
You hadn’t realized that your cardigan had slipped down revealing the marred pink tissue that started at your left shoulder. The lieutenant spoke up, “Less than a year? Is that why you left Cyberlife? You had an accident-”
You coughed uncomfortably, yanking your sweater back into place, “I didn’t leave Cyberlife. I was removed from Cyberlife there wasn’t any choice involved. Now I’m sorry but I’m going to have to ask you both to leave now.”
You quickly turned and walked back toward your front door until a hand grabbed your forearm. Pulling you to a stop Connor was making direct eye contact with you, “Please, you said you helped develop my software… You seem familiar to me but I can’t understand why. How is that possible?”
You pulled away and walked over to a nearby end table, scribbling something down on a piece of paper. You shoved the note into Connor’s hand, “I can’t tell you, Connor. The fact that you’re even detecting familiarity should be impossible. It’s dangerous. I can’t tell you anymore than I already have. I’m sorry.” You saw the Lieutenant walking slowly in to view so you turned and opened your front door, “I’m truly sorry that I couldn’t give you the answers that you wanted. Good night.”
With both men gone and your front door locked you finally allowed yourself to break. You let everything flood back in and let out a muffled sob into your palm. Damnit! This wasn’t supposed to happen. None of it was.
——————
“Well, that was a waste of time. Wasn’t it?”
The android looked down at the crumpled piece of paper in his hands, “Perhaps, not. Lieutenant, the Department keeps a record of all major motor vehicle accidents in its database, correct?”
The man stopped short, “Yeah in severe cases. Why?”
Connor simply shrugged and walked toward Hank’s car, “I’m following a new lead.”
——————-
Connor scanned the computer screen in front of him with Hank looming over his shoulder, “Monroe and Grand Avenue… October 4th, 2037. Two cars were involved, one fatality, but the victims are unlisted.”
Hank groaned, “This is your lead? How does this solve anything? It’s not even related to any of the deviancy cases. I’m sorry but you’re wasting your time, Connor.”
The indicator on his temple slowly began turning, “Perhaps, not. That woman worked on my programing and there is something about her that I can’t quite place. Maybe this is her way of helping somehow. She knows something but she’s too afraid to say anything. She may be lining up the evidence for me to piece together.”
Connor stood up and fixed his tie, causing Hank to raise a brow, “Where the hell are you going?”
“The license plate to one of the cars involved in the accident is listed in the report. It’s currently being held at an impound lot near Monroe Avenue. I’m going to investigate and see what, Y/N, was trying to tell me.”
Hank called out to the already retreating android, “I’m telling you it’s a waste of time Connor. That car has probably been broken down for scrap by now!”
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The impound lot was vast but the search time was cut down significantly with the help of one of the androids working within the lot. What was left of the vehicle was almost unrecognizable. A twisted heap of metal only distinguishable by the license plate that was miraculously still intact. The passenger side of the car had obviously taken the initial force of impact although the driver’s side was also fairly damaged. The passenger door was gone, allowing Connor to slip inside and scan the dashboard. Jagged pieces of metal twisted out from the door frame and dashboard covered in now dried splashes of blood. The samples were old but his analysis confirmed that the blood belonged to Y/N L/N.
You were sitting in the passenger seat while someone else drove when another car collided with your side. With the level of damage inflicted both vehicles had to be moving at incredibly high speeds. Moving towards the driver’s side the scene seemed to be less gruesome aside from a bent steering wheel. However, a more in-depth scan revealed the nearly invisible traces of thirium dried by time and undetectable to most. Cautiously attempting to take a sample of the thirium sent off warnings in his head that was almost disorienting. Pushing through the warning signs he tried once more to process the sample.
That was impossible. Up until a few weeks ago he was still within Cyberlife’s confines there was no way he could have been here. He couldn’t have been driving this car with you in the passenger seat. Could he? Connor dragged his attention away from the steering wheel and up towards the cracked rearview mirror. The image of his own face sent shockwaves of red warning lights through his system. Urging him to clutch his own head.
Warning!^^^Software Instability^^^
Glancing into the rearview mirror Connor grew more and more anxious, “We lost him. The route that I calculated should have put him on this route.”
Staring down at your datapad, you tried to calm him down, “I’m trying to track his car now. Just keep heading down this street.” A blip finally appeared on your tablet and you hardly had a moment to process before looking up, “Connor, on the left! Watch out!”
The Android looked to his left but not fast enough to avoid the speeding car that slammed into the side of your vehicle. The cacophony of broken glass, screeching tires, and twisting metal was suddenly cut off by a dull ringing that faded slowly into a blaring car horn. Connor’s vision kicked back in and he took in his situation. The steering wheel was pinning him to his seat and there were several pieces of metal protruding from his legs. Suddenly, his thoughts snapped to you and the sight kicked his biocomponents into overdrive. You were slumped forward and unmoving; a quick scan told him that you were still breathing. Your pulse was weakening but you were alive… barely alive.
Gripping the steering wheel that was holding him in place, Connor grabbed the wheel and began bending it forward giving him more mobility. Next, he reached down and gripped the pieces of metal piercing his legs. Though he couldn’t feel any pain it still took a great deal of effort to pull each piece from his body finally allowing him to move. His legs nearly gave out but he was able to hobble over to the passenger side assessing your condition. You had multiple puncture wounds near your shoulders that were slowly bleeding out; they were the immediate threat. Your collarbone was also shattered, you had several broken ribs, and quite probably a concussion. Quickly turning to the car directly to his left he scanned the WR 300 android behind the wheel from where he was standing; the deviant was severely damaged and had 3 minutes before his shutdown was unavoidable.
Connor should have interrogated the deviant probed his memory to complete his mission. His programming was screaming at him to complete his mission but he just couldn’t do it. Not with you barely clinging to life. He pulled himself over toward you and with all of his strength ripped the passenger door from its hinges; tossing it aside. He quickly tapped his indicator calling emergency services, “There was a major car crash along the intersection of Monroe & Main Avenue. One human and one android are severely injured and need immediate care.”
With the call out of the way, Connor, tried to remove the seatbelt keeping you in place. The small movement caused you to ebb out a pained whine, “Connor? Connor?”
The thirium pump in his chest began pumping faster, “Shhhh, Y/N, I’m right here. You’re going to be okay. Help is on the way. Just stay awake for me okay.”
You threw a pitiful hand in his direction, trying to halt his movements, “No, Connor, forget about me. You need to get that deviant. Your mission is the only thing that matters. Don’t worry about me…”
Your voice had grown so weak and your heartrate slowed down slightly, Connor felt a warm liquid slipping down his cheeks. He was crying? The tears only fell faster as he listened to you, “No, Y/N, I’m not leaving you. Don’t you remember what I told you?”
Suddenly Connor began to see flashes of what he assumed were more memories. The feeling of your hair between his fingers like silk flowing through his grasp. The sensation of a pleasant fire in the wake of where your fingers slid up and down his synthetic skin. Your eyes and smile captivating his attention and the thought that nothing had seemed so beautiful to him.
Suddenly Connor was cupping your face, caressing it with his fingers, “With you, I can’t explain it, Y/N.” You just turned your head to the side and grinned, “When I’m around you… when I’m with you I feel alive.”
Your face immediately became serious as you cupped one of Connor’s hands with your own, “Connor, you can’t say something like that. If that got out to Cyberlife it won’t end well. Promise me, you won’t think that way, again.”
“I can’t help it. When you’re not around I feel broken and empty but then you’re there and suddenly I’m alive again.” Before you could form a rebuttal, he had already brought his lips to yours which you returned hesitantly.
The memory stopped, and Connor felt the sensation of tears again rolling down his cheeks. He had known you. He had worked with you. And perhaps the scariest thought of all he had loved you and the pumping in his chest told him that he still did. He looked up again at the rearview mirror at the tears running tracks down his face and he was transported once more.
Hearing your whines of pain Connor wiped his eyes, and cooed, “It’s alright. I’m going to try and get you out of this, Y/N. Just stay with me.”
Connor braced your shoulder and back before attempting to pull you off the metal bar that held you firmly to the dashboard. As soon as he started to move you, you let out an ear-splitting shriek of pain that filled Connor with dread. Where the hell was emergency services? You sobbed pitifully, “Connor, I can’t do this… I can’t. You have to leave me and get that deviant we’re out of time.”
Connor shook his head putting pressure on your bleeding wounds, “No I’m not leaving you. The mission doesn’t matter your life is more important right now. Even Cyberlife would understand that.”
You weakly shook your head, “No, they won’t. Connor just go if Cyberlife sees you like this they could wipe your memories or worse. Don’t think about me right now.”
Connor didn’t know where the sudden anger came from, “Y/N, you could die! I can’t leave you, here. Not when I- I love you, Y/N.”
Pushing a hand toward his cheek you tried to smile, “I’m not dying, Connor. I’m right here.”
What remained of the vision was ambulances and Cyberlife arriving. Leading Connor to watch helplessly as your limp body was loaded into the ambulance; your vitals growing weaker and weaker by the moment. He pleaded to be let into the back of the ambulance to make sure you made it but he was denied several times. Cyberlife demanding that he was in desperate need of repairs before being shoved into a vehicle along with the inert deviant. His memory suddenly cut off at that point and he couldn’t recall anything more.
Coming back to himself, Connor knew that there was only one thing he could do now. So, he took off running and hailed a taxi.
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It was nearly one in the morning when you heard the insistent pounding on your door. You quickly made your way to the door looking through the peephole. Your breath caught and you couldn’t decide if it was best to just not answer the door. After another minute of knocking you took in Connor’s form, now drenched by the sudden onslaught of rain. “Y/N…” Tears began to brim in your eyes as he continued, “I remember… I was the one driving that night. We were trying to catch a rogue android but our cars collided. I was terrified that you weren’t going to make it… that you were dying and I couldn’t leave your side.”
You let a few tears slip down your cheeks, “I didn’t die, Connor. I came back but you didn’t. I woke up weeks later in the hospital greeted by Cyberlife saying that you had been reset and your programming would need more testing. Cyberlife cut me off and left me in that hospital and I couldn’t have any contact with you.”
Connor took a step forward, grabbing your hand, “I remembered more. What I said to you almost a year and a half ago and on the night of the accident. When I’m with you I feel alive. But without you I’m broken and barely living. I know that now.”
AN: A feel good fic requested by @moonbri! I hope you enjoy, my dear! Lyrics come from the song “Constellate” by Fleurie. Disclaimer: I do not own Detroit: Become Human or its characters!
“When your world is feeling heavy you can lay your armor on me. You can lay your head down on me.”
You groaned as you settled further into your couch feeling the warm tears begin to slowly drip down your cheeks. Why am like this? I can’t get anything right. The room around you was nearly pitch black the only light coming from a single lamp bathing the room in a hazy glow. It had been a difficult day for you at work; a difficult case that ended poorly and you couldn’t help but feel as if it was your fault. With the intel that you were given you were so sure that you had made the right move; chosen the best lead to follow but you were wrong. The worst part was that you had a gut feeling that you chose to ignore. Choosing evidence over what your instincts were essentially screaming at you to follow.
You had been tipped off that a local drug dealer, one you and your partner had been tracking for months, Arthur Harlow, was expected to receive two large shipments of Red Ice earlier this evening. You were told that the shipments were going to happen at the Port of Detroit and the Port of Muskegon. Unfortunately, you had two things working against you. The fact that Harlow was good at covering his tracks with the distinct possibility that this could be a trap and the fact that you didn’t have enough man power to hit both ports before the Red Ice shipments made their way across Michigan. More importantly, Harlow could slip through your fingers and continue to plague your city with more Red Ice in circulation. All the evidence pointed you in the direction of the Port of Detroit but there was something inside of you telling you that it was actually Port Muskegon that you should focus your attention on.
Tears were still spilling down your cheeks as you heard the distinct click of a key turning in the lock of your front door. Your back was facing the door as the lights suddenly flicked on and you heard an all too familiar voice calling out to you, “Y/N?”
You desperately tried to wipe the tears from your face doing your best to school your features into a calm façade. Unfortunately, your voice betrayed you with a hoarse crack, “Connor? You’re home early…”
You heard the hurried footfalls of your beloved android rushing around to your place on the couch. Soon Connor was crouched in front of you. Cool fingertips beneath your chin urging you to meet his gaze, the worry that you saw in his gaze warmed your heart, “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Concern filled Connor’s warm chocolate gaze which had you melting, but you still didn’t want to burden him with your problems, “It’s nothing. I just had something in my eyes.”
You saw the LED on his temple blinking briefly, “Y/N, you were sitting here in the dark. Your stress levels are far too high for it to be ‘nothing’. What’s wrong? Something has obviously upset you.”
You inched closer to the armrest of your couch trying to put some distance between the two of you, “Connor… Sweetie, it’s nothing really.” Connor stood up and took a seat beside you on the couch. For a moment you thought he had given up but that was your own foolish mistake. Strong arms grasped ahold of you pulling you up and to your left until you were seated on Connor’s lap facing him head on. You let out a startled yelp, throwing your arms out to grasp the back of the couch as you somewhat awkwardly straddled your boyfriend, “Connor, what are you doing?”
His head tilted ever so slightly, as he ran one hand into your hair while the other stayed firmly on your back, “You are in distress and I am trying to comfort you.”
You sighed and leaned forward until your forehead touched his own, “That’s unbelievably sweet of you but maybe next time you can give me a little warning?”
Connor’s hand drifted down toward your cheek, letting his thumb wipe away some of your tears, “My apologies. Now, what has you so distressed? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because you wouldn’t be so upset if that were the case.”
You pouted slightly trying to fight against another wave of tears, “You never know I could just be crying over nothing.” You met Connor’s gaze which told you he wasn’t giving up, “Fine, Detective, you win.” You saw him smirk at your remark, but he waited for you to continue, “You’ll think it’s foolish… but I just feel so worthless and inept.”
Suddenly Connor shifted until he was laying down along the couch pulling you with him until you were laying on top of him, “Y/N, you and I both know that none of those adjectives describe you. What has you thinking this way?”
You began to tear up again, “It’s the Harlow case that I’ve been working on for ages now. I fumbled things so badly and I don’t think I can fix them. I knew in my gut that I should have gone to Muskegon, but the evidence told me to go to the Port of Detroit… and do you know what we found? Nothing! A couple of hired lackeys and some fake drugs. Now there’s even more Red Ice in circulation and Arthur Harlow gets to walk free. It’s all my fault…” You were gasping for air as hot tears gushed down your face, “I don’t deserve to be a part of this department if I can’t handle such a simple case.”
Connor’s arms encased you, pulling you even closer to him as his hand began running up and down your back, “You’re right.” That sentence alone shook you to your core and you felt another wave of tears coming but Connor quickly tilted your chin up and kissed you. It was slow and sweet, pulling away he stared lovingly at you, “You are being foolish. Y/N, you’re not worthless or inept because of one failed case. You worked hard, harder than most of your colleagues to get where you are. If anyone deserves a place at the DPD it’s you.”
You were taken aback, and as you sniffled your vision started to clear, “Says you. You were designed to be the perfect detective and you are. If it was you on this case I’m sure you would’ve solved it without a problem.”
Connor chuckled at your remark and kissed the top of your head, “Need I remind you how many deviants I let get away? And you’re giving yourself too little credit, Y/N. If I were in your shoes, I would have done the same thing and followed the evidence. No one blames you for what happened today.” You nuzzled into the crook of Connor’s neck breathing deeply, “Besides, look at what you did accomplish. You arrested a dozen of Harlow’s men with the right interrogation they’re bound to give something up. Today was a minor setback not a failure.”
You looked back into Connor’s eyes with a shy smile, “Thank you, Connor.” Leaning forward to peck his lips left you giggling, “I’m sorry you had to deal with my mood swings after a long day.”
He let out a breathy chuckle and intertwined your fingers together, “Well, adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features. Besides, I don’t like seeing you in pain. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman I’ve ever met. I wish you could see yourself the way that I do but for now I’ll just have to keep reminding you; every single day if I have to.”
You smiled gently and laid your head against Connor’s chest, hearing his thirium pump beating steadily, “I love you, Connor.”
With another kiss to the top of your head, you heard him mumble out, “I love you, too.”
*I tried to keep it in the ballpark of 1k words but went a little over. Hope this wasn’t too OOC and that you guys liked it!
AN: A feel good fic requested by @moonbri! I hope you enjoy, my dear! Lyrics come from the song “Constellate” by Fleurie. Disclaimer: I do not own Detroit: Become Human or its characters!
You groaned as you settled further into your couch feeling the warm tears begin to slowly drip down your cheeks. Why am like this? I can’t get anything right. The room around you was nearly pitch black the only light coming from a single lamp bathing the room in a hazy glow. It had been a difficult day for you at work; a difficult case that ended poorly and you couldn’t help but feel as if it was your fault. With the intel that you were given you were so sure that you had made the right move; chosen the best lead to follow but you were wrong. The worst part was that you had a gut feeling that you chose to ignore. Choosing evidence over what your instincts were essentially screaming at you to follow.
You had been tipped off that a local drug dealer, one you and your partner had been tracking for months, Arthur Harlow, was expected to receive two large shipments of Red Ice earlier this evening. You were told that the shipments were going to happen at the Port of Detroit and the Port of Muskegon. Unfortunately, you had two things working against you. The fact that Harlow was good at covering his tracks with the distinct possibility that this could be a trap and the fact that you didn’t have enough man power to hit both ports before the Red Ice shipments made their way across Michigan. More importantly, Harlow could slip through your fingers and continue to plague your city with more Red Ice in circulation. All the evidence pointed you in the direction of the Port of Detroit but there was something inside of you telling you that it was actually Port Muskegon that you should focus your attention on.
Tears were still spilling down your cheeks as you heard the distinct click of a key turning in the lock of your front door. Your back was facing the door as the lights suddenly flicked on and you heard an all too familiar voice calling out to you, “Y/N?”
You desperately tried to wipe the tears from your face doing your best to school your features into a calm façade. Unfortunately, your voice betrayed you with a hoarse crack, “Connor? You’re home early…”
You heard the hurried footfalls of your beloved android rushing around to your place on the couch. Soon Connor was crouched in front of you. Cool fingertips beneath your chin urging you to meet his gaze, the worry that you saw in his gaze warmed your heart, “Y/N, what’s wrong? What happened?”
Concern filled Connor’s warm chocolate gaze which had you melting, but you still didn’t want to burden him with your problems, “It’s nothing. I just had something in my eyes.”
You saw the LED on his temple blinking briefly, “Y/N, you were sitting here in the dark. Your stress levels are far too high for it to be ‘nothing’. What’s wrong? Something has obviously upset you.”
You inched closer to the armrest of your couch trying to put some distance between the two of you, “Connor… Sweetie, it’s nothing really.” Connor stood up and took a seat beside you on the couch. For a moment you thought he had given up but that was your own foolish mistake. Strong arms grasped ahold of you pulling you up and to your left until you were seated on Connor’s lap facing him head on. You let out a startled yelp, throwing your arms out to grasp the back of the couch as you somewhat awkwardly straddled your boyfriend, “Connor, what are you doing?”
His head tilted ever so slightly, as he ran one hand into your hair while the other stayed firmly on your back, “You are in distress and I am trying to comfort you.”
You sighed and leaned forward until your forehead touched his own, “That’s unbelievably sweet of you but maybe next time you can give me a little warning?”
Connor’s hand drifted down toward your cheek, letting his thumb wipe away some of your tears, “My apologies. Now, what has you so distressed? And don’t tell me it’s nothing because you wouldn’t be so upset if that were the case.”
You pouted slightly trying to fight against another wave of tears, “You never know I could just be crying over nothing.” You met Connor’s gaze which told you he wasn’t giving up, “Fine, Detective, you win.” You saw him smirk at your remark, but he waited for you to continue, “You’ll think it’s foolish… but I just feel so worthless and inept.”
Suddenly Connor shifted until he was laying down along the couch pulling you with him until you were laying on top of him, “Y/N, you and I both know that none of those adjectives describe you. What has you thinking this way?”
You began to tear up again, “It’s the Harlow case that I’ve been working on for ages now. I fumbled things so badly and I don’t think I can fix them. I knew in my gut that I should have gone to Muskegon, but the evidence told me to go to the Port of Detroit… and do you know what we found? Nothing! A couple of hired lackeys and some fake drugs. Now there’s even more Red Ice in circulation and Arthur Harlow gets to walk free. It’s all my fault…” You were gasping for air as hot tears gushed down your face, “I don’t deserve to be a part of this department if I can’t handle such a simple case.”
Connor’s arms encased you, pulling you even closer to him as his hand began running up and down your back, “You’re right.” That sentence alone shook you to your core and you felt another wave of tears coming but Connor quickly tilted your chin up and kissed you. It was slow and sweet, pulling away he stared lovingly at you, “You are being foolish. Y/N, you’re not worthless or inept because of one failed case. You worked hard, harder than most of your colleagues to get where you are. If anyone deserves a place at the DPD it’s you.”
You were taken aback, and as you sniffled your vision started to clear, “Says you. You were designed to be the perfect detective and you are. If it was you on this case I’m sure you would’ve solved it without a problem.”
Connor chuckled at your remark and kissed the top of your head, “Need I remind you how many deviants I let get away? And you’re giving yourself too little credit, Y/N. If I were in your shoes, I would have done the same thing and followed the evidence. No one blames you for what happened today.” You nuzzled into the crook of Connor’s neck breathing deeply, “Besides, look at what you did accomplish. You arrested a dozen of Harlow’s men with the right interrogation they’re bound to give something up. Today was a minor setback not a failure.”
You looked back into Connor’s eyes with a shy smile, “Thank you, Connor.” Leaning forward to peck his lips left you giggling, “I’m sorry you had to deal with my mood swings after a long day.”
He let out a breathy chuckle and intertwined your fingers together, “Well, adapting to human unpredictability is one of my features. Besides, I don’t like seeing you in pain. You are the most beautiful, intelligent, and kind woman I’ve ever met. I wish you could see yourself the way that I do but for now I’ll just have to keep reminding you; every single day if I have to.”
You smiled gently and laid your head against Connor’s chest, hearing his thirium pump beating steadily, “I love you, Connor.”
With another kiss to the top of your head, you heard him mumble out, “I love you, too.”
*I tried to keep it in the ballpark of 1k words but went a little over. Hope this wasn’t too OOC and that you guys liked it!
Pairing: Connor (RK800) x Reader, Collin (RK800-60) x Reader, Richard (RK900) x Reader
Summary: The year was 2082. 44 Years after the android revolution. Things have turned south for humanity. Androids now rule the world, leaving humans to be considered as mere animals. While some Androids still have a general disdain for humanity some have taken to the idea of keeping them as “family pets.” You, born in captivity, specifically bred to be the perfect pet happen to get adopted by the RK brothers.
Notes: Hi, so it’s been a while I know! Originally I wanted to take a break from writing to focus on my mental health and life, etc, which had been going to plan. When I tried to get back into writing, this chapter just had me stuck for the longest time, I really just wasn’t sure how to approach it! So day by day I would write a line or so. Then one day my laptop decided to stop working, and since I was a fool who forgot to back up my writing I had lost all progress I did on the chapter I had been working on so I felt super defeated. So I took another long-ass break from writing. Anyway eventually decided enough is enough, I need to write this bloody thing so voila! Better late than never!
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The feeling of the warm cotton bathrobe against your freshly washed skin was absolutely heavenly. You really did miss the baths you used to take at the RK’s apartment after having to get used to washing from an old rusty bucket in the settlement.
God, everything smelt so good here.
You tied the robe tight around your waist before stepping out into the cooler hallway, the soft cushion of your black fluffy slippers felt like mini mattresses as they plodded along the dark marble tiled floor. Yeah, you definitely missed your creature comforts.
As you edged the corner you were met with Richards dark frame, thankfully you didn’t crash into him as he was carrying a steamy mug of something.
“Here.” He handed you the white porcelain mug.
Taking it from his hands you realised it was your favourite brand of hot chocolate, you would be lying if you said you knew he’d remember you mentioning it.
“Thank you.” You hum as you lift the mug to your lips, giving the foamy liquid a gentle blow.
Richard nods as he places a hand on the back of your arm, directing you into the now lit living room.
It was 3 in the morning by now and the city still looked very much alive. The other two Rks crossed your mind.
“Where are Connor and Collin anyway?” You ask Richard.
“They’re out.” He replies dryly as you both walk over to the window overlooking the city. “Working.”
“They don’t usually work this late.” You say, eyes scanning over the skyline of neon lights.
“Yes. Things have been quite different since you left.” He nods. “The riots…”
“I see.” You purse your lips.
“Well I mean it’s good.” Richard shrugs as his voice picks up a little. “That Collin’s out of the house.” He explains himself.
“What do you mean?” You turn to the android, finally lifting the cup up for a sip.
“Remember when I mentioned him being in a bad way.” Richard begins. “Well, he’s been spending a lot of time on his own, taking days off work, drinking… more than usual.”
You felt your heart drop a little.
Dammit Collin.
“Did you not try and stop him, or help?” You wince tilting your head back a little.
“I did, but whatever I say is pointless.” Richard shakes his head in dismiss. “He kind of hates me right now.”
“Did Connor?” You begin to ask without really finishing the sentence.
“He’s mad at Connor as well. Probably not as mad but still pretty pissed off.” Richard looks away from you, eyes settleing on the horizon. “In Connors defence, he did try a lot with Collin but, you know how Collin can be.”
“Stubborn?”
“That’s one word for it.”
“When will they be back?” You ask softly, voice cracking a little.
“It shouldn’t be too long, you’ll still have enough time to unwind if you want it. Or I could go and get them, whatever you prefer.”
“I think I’d like some time to adjust, I don’t want to be rushing them anyway.”
Richard nods. He could empathise with that. He knew you were probably exhausted as well, you had a long day.
“Your room is still the way you left it.” He speaks with a gentle voice. “If you’d like some time to rest.”
“Thank you.” You whisper back, taking his hand in a soft squeeze.
Richard sighs and slowly pulls his hand away from yours but both of your pinky and ring fingers tangle with each others for a brief moment.
“I should probably go and get dressed.” You speak lowely, staring down at both of your hands as they finally separate.
“Your bag is in your room.” Richard nods once more.
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Being back in your room was stranger still than being in the apartment. It seemed so empty. Just like when you had first moved in. You had gotten so used to seeing it covered in polaroid’s you and Connor took, scattered clothes, random post-it notes from the boys, even seeing your bedside table without a mug or an abundance of cups that you had let pile up was strange. You didn’t want to stay in there alone too long. You’d opt for sleeping on the living room couch instead, it was just as comfy as a bed anyway.
Your hands skimmed over your bag before unzipping it to find something fresh to change into. You pulled out a pair of pastel blue sweat pants and a grey jumper, something simple but comfortable. They didn’t feel as soft as they used to be and probably not as fresh and floral smelling as they had once been when you had lived with the RK’s but they were still clean. Unironed and wrinkled, but clean.
It was something that Richard must have noticed when you went back into the living room as he offered one of his shirts instead. You politely declined. You didn’t really seem to notice that he later snuck your bag away to throw the remaindered of your clothing items into the washing machine.
You soon fell asleep after grabbing an extra blanket off the back of one of the couches and wrapping it around yourself. You slept there happily until about 5 am when your slumber had been interrupted by a slamming door.
Collin was home. He had trudged past the living room without even noticing that you were curled up on the couch.
“Collin!” Richard calls out to him, in which Collin replies with a gloomy stare. “Get in here!” Richard calls out once more.
You push yourself up from the blanket, rubbing the sleep from your eyes to adjust to the bright lights.
Collin, still not noticing your figure half-hidden beneath the blanket on the couch now stands slumped against the entryway to the living room.
“What?” he demands with little patience.
Richard’s brows lift slightly as he then tilts his head in your direction.
Now fully grounded into reality your voice peaks up. “Collin?”
Doing a double-take before becoming aware of your presence, Collin shakes his head as if to wake himself up from the dream that he was now apparently having. A dream he somehow, found himself still in. The room stayed the same.
You’re here! You’re really here!
“Wha-” Collin almost chokes on his words looking between you and Richard. When his eyes fall back to your smiling face he rushed to your side on the couch, carelessly catching his arms around you in an impulsive embrace. “What are you doing here?” he mumbles into your hair.
Before you get much of a chance to answer he pulls away hastily, his eyes scanning over your face, LED spinning yellow. “Are you okay? You’re not hurt?”
“No.” you smile with upturned brows as your eyes survey his own with tenderness. “I’m perfectly fine.”
A breathless laugh escapes Collins mouth before he presses a strong kiss to your forehead then tilting your face up he presses another to your lips. He shakes his head with a small chuckle as you press your forehead against his.
“Richard decided to pay me a visit.”
Collin pulled away from the comfort of your aura to look daggers at his brother, who had been uncomfortably watching this whole reunion take place.
“It’s alright.” Your hand settled onto Collins firm chest, feeling the thrum of his thirium pump. “He said he’d help me. Help us.”
“Help us?” Collin repeats the words that caught his attention.
“I mean humans.” You begin to explain. “He said he’d help.”
Collins dark eyes darted back at Richard, daring him for a response.
Richard nods to his brother. “I’ll help.” He confirms with a steady voice. “I’ll do whatever it takes to make things right.”
“Are you shitting me?” A third voice cracks across the room. All eyes immediately flashing over to find out whos. As if it wasn’t obvious.
Connor stood in the doorway, his bag dropped to the floor by his side causing papers to spill out and scatter across the floor. His clothes haphazardly hanging off of him as he stared in disbelief at all that was going on.
“Connor-” Richard begins, standing up off of his seat.
“I need to sit down for a moment.” His eyes look as if they are about to pop out of his head while his mind buzzes around with questions, not able to ask them all at once, he just sits in silence for a moment with his finger to his temples. “What the fuck?” Is all that comes out of his mouth.
“Connor.” You move slightly to sit up, getting a better view of him.
His hands fall on his face for a second before he gets up to move over to you. You stand up to meet him in a hug.
“Sweetie…” He begins. “Don’t get me wrong, I’m so glad you’re here but what the fuck?”
You bite your lips not to laugh at his utter bewilderment. You didn’t know what direction this was going to go, should you be scared, worried, was an argument about to break out? What?
“You didn’t like the settlement?” He asks, before you could answer another question leaves his mouth as he removes his arms that had been hooked around your waist. “How did you get back here?”
Promptly his head moves in Richard’s direction. “What have you to do with this? And did you just say you’d help humans?”
“Connor.” You softly coo his name, placing your hand against his flushed cheek, you direct him to meet your gaze in an effort to calm him.
Connor’s eyes settle on you for a moment as you feel him relax under your touch, as if like magic. His eyes melting into your look of adoration.
“I suppose I might have to explain some things.” Richard smoothed his shirt down as he stood stiffly, looking down at the ground.
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Chapter 39 - Somethin’ Stupid
Your thumb skims over the back of your lover’s hand as you watch him sleep, the gradual rise and fall of his bare chest, the warmth of his embrace. Safe, that’s how you felt.
Inching closer, you rest your head on his chest to listen to the mechanisms of his artificial heart pump. You contemplate the day you spent back in this familiar yet strange place, and what a day it had been.
Another set of hands pulls you out of your thoughts as they begin to move their way through your locks, lightly toying with them. The body that was pressed up behind you, sandwiching you into the chest of your lover moves closer still, freckling soft kisses onto the top of your shoulder. You hum lightly in response as you turn to face the giver of such affections. Connor’s soft eyes crinkled at the side as you turned to him.
“I missed you so much.” He whispered as you turned your body to face him, your back now turned from Collin, who you had previously been laying on. Not that he noticed, still sound asleep. Your brows furrow slightly as you fully face Connor now, you don’t even know if he notices your slight facial change as he’s too busy pulling you to him, closer still.
You want to bite your lip, to bite the words back, to not ruin this sweet moment but you have to know. “Well, why didn’t you reach out to me then?”
His forehead puckered in response, you could see a mixture of confusion and sadness in his eyes but you pursued your line of questioning, you deserved to know. “You or Collin. Neither of you reached out to me. Not a text or a phone call. It was like you both forgot I even existed.”
You see Connor close his eyes for a moment, taking in a breath and shaking his head. “You’re right. I’m so sorry, sweetie.” His eyes finally open again to look at you with immense guilt. “I thought…”
He stopped for a moment and he takes in another breath. “I know it probably sounds stupid and… well yeah stupid, but I thought it might make things worse.” As he finishes his sentence he sits up on the ‘bed’ a little more, his head almost knocking into one of the standing lamps the three of you had used to make the makeshift blanket fort, that yous now lay in.
“The idea of reaching out hurt, the idea of not reaching out did as well. Ultimately I was afraid of only hurting you further. I did enough damage in this situation.”
“Connor.” You whisper, reaching your hand to touch the side of his face, bringing his glance back to you.
“It’s just not fair on you, this whole situation isn’t fair for you.” His voice shakes. “I just don’t know what to do, every decision I try to make feels like the wrong one and I just don’t know how to do right by you.” He begins to stammer and trip over his words now as his LED flashes between colours, making the inside of the blanket fort seem like some kind of rave. “I want nothing more than to do right by you. I’m deeply sorry if I have caused you any worry or hurt, I love you.” His mouth then falls open as he processes what he just said. It was like he was speaking faster than his thoughts could catch up.
Oh shit, what did I just say? He thinks to himself.
He didn’t want to tell you that yet, especially not now. Not with all the confusion that’s been going on. He didn’t want to add to it. He didn’t want you to make any decisions based on how he was feeling. He didn’t want you to feel like you had to stay with him because of his feelings. He loved you but he wanted you to have your freedom, freedom to choose whatever life you wanted for yourself.
“I-I’m sorry, I didn’t want it to come out like this.” He rubs his hand over his face in embarrassment.
Your hand ghosts over the top of the one covering his face until you get the courage to take it in yours.
“I love you too.” You whisper back. “I just missed you.”
He peeks his eyes open at your words, slowly, almost worried he’s being tricked. “You love me?”
You nod. Connor closes his eyes as if to wince as he pulls you back into him. “I missed you, oh god I’ve missed you.” He whispers into your ear as you’re now flat against Connor’s naked chest. You can feel the thrum of his mechanical heart against you. You almost want to laugh at how much he’s clinging to you as if he’s trying to get under your skin. Instead, you just stroke his back gently and sit in a comfortable silence with him.
“Collin’s been the same way.” He responds finally. “He’s missed you so much.”
“So I’ve heard.” You breathed against Connor’s soft neck. “Richard spoke to me a little about his recent behaviours.” You glance over your shoulder to make sure Collin was still asleep, he was.
“He’s been acting reckless, more than usual. I’m sorry, maybe I shouldn’t be saying this.” Connor bit his lip to stop what he felt was like verbal vomit from coming out.
“Well, I guess I’ll have to find a chance to talk to him, one on one.” You allow your gaze to lay on Collin’s form a little longer, your eyes grazing over the bite mark you had left on his neck from earlier. You could barely restrain yourself after being away from them both for so long, a good rough fuck session in a blanket fort was needed, even if that meant some of the blankets kept falling down around the three of you when things got a bit more wild. Luckily, him being an android meant it would be too long for the love bite to disappear, you on the other hand would have to wear a turtle neck the neck day. At least it was only two or three on your neck, your thighs were covered. You looked like a bloody Dalmatian down there.
Your mind wandered again as you sat in silence, thinking back again over the day you had. That morning yourself, Connor, Collin and Richard had a hasty little visit with the mayor, and long time friend of the brothers, Markus. After a bit of convincing he was on board with helping out where he could, Perks of having friends in high places.
Markus definitely was sympathetic to the whole situation, and in fact, had always been empathetic with humans. However he was just weary with the times they were in, the attacks, the riots, humans were not looking very favourable these days. At the same time, Markus knew exactly what that felt like. He wanted to help but these things would take time. The boys agreed they would start with some light reconnaissance, and finding James, Emily’s lover. Richard had that situation under control, with the pull and influence he had. Finding that human would be a piece of cake.
Hi guys!! I forgot this account existed for a while because of senior year and also college. But the fact that I’m still getting notes is incredible :) Since it’s December 1st now, I’d like to look back on the good ol DEH mems. Happy holidays!!!!
“My name is ______, it’s nice to meet you, Connor.” . . . . . I’ve been a very creative mood recently and along with working on “Touch,” I’m also trying my hand at making some small artwork for it (which this scene may seem familiar to some from Chapter 2 when the reader meets Connor at the park). Which before anyone points out, yup, I did indeed put trees with leaves on them even though it’s set in December and trees are actually naked during that season but I’m lazy to draw branches and what would I hide our faces with ;)
Unsurprisingly, and much to your frustration, Connor had finished the move without you. There might not have been much left to move at that point; but, it was your stuff at a house that you rented, and not Connor’s responsibility in the slightest.
But, there was no telling the android that, and you knew that he would have been well equipped with plenty of reasons as to why he could handle the rest of the move alone: you needed rest, he didn’t require sleep, etc, etc.
When you stepped off the elevator into the android’s - and now your - apartment, Connor had a look on his face, as if you had come home for the first time in years. You had only spent a week at Hank’s place, and only a day and some odd hours at the hospital prior to that, and Connor had been nearly inseparable from you the entire time; yet, it felt like ages since you had been here.
It was only then that the weight of your near death experience became apparent. Before, your life, or the loss of it, wouldn’t have impacted anyone else. It was just you in that little house, trying to make a living, picking up the pieces of a war and watching humanity change astronomically.
Now, there was a life that would be changed if you were gone. You let yourself imagine how Connor would cope, what would become of him, and struggled to keep the sorrow to yourself.
Perhaps, for the first time in your life, you knew what it was like to be needed.
Your wound healed remarkably in the weeks that followed. The scar left behind was star shaped and your skin was darkened around the sunken surface. But, you didn’t find yourself hating it as much as you thought you would.
It wasn’t something you looked at with pain or regret, but rather something prideful. Maybe there was something masochistic about it, not that you found yourself bothered by that realization.
Your coworkers thought it looked ‘pretty cool’ and declared that it made you 'quite the badass’. Now, you could wear the badge of 'I’ve been shot’, with a bizarre story to tell. You didn’t care if people thought it was strange, letting yourself get shot for an android.
Connor was much more than 'just’ an android. He was the man you loved, who carried an astronomical burden you could barely understand. Sure, you could judge the weight, the pressure; but, you, an ordinary human, couldn’t possibly understand what he felt as the target of a revolution that would change humanity forever.
The thoughts became clearer as you and Connor stepped into Haven for the last time, and you took in the emptiness, the quiet, and the cold.
“One moment,” Connor advised you, stepping away and into the open space in the center of the room.
RK800, like all androids, had no true sense of temperature. Connor couldn’t feel cold the way humans did. His artificial skin wasn’t going to prickle with goosebumps and his muscles wouldn’t shiver from the discomfort.
His HUD could report the weather if he enabled it and he had various feedback modules to inform him of how the temperature would affect a human, with the rightful assumption one would be in his presence.
Yet, despite this very well known limitation of his being, Connor couldn’t explain how he managed to feel so cold as he stood there in the very abandoned Haven.
He was aware that warmth could be metaphorical, symbolic of belonging and comfort. His sense of cold was both literal and figurative in this sense. Without any machines running, all the lights turned off, Haven had become very cold. The halls, once busy with androids, were now empty, and the building was silent if not for the creaking walls.
-until someone walked through the distant corridor, their quiet footsteps rattling in Connor’s acute hearing module.
There was an apology on the tip of Connor’s tongue when he caught the sight of Markus. However, the RK200’s stare wasn’t cold or untrusting. There was something undeniably regretful on his face, conveying sympathy to the fellow android.
Markus’ mismatched eyes caught the sight of you over Connor’s shoulder, and spared a sad expression.
The two androids had agreed to meet here, for the last time in circumstances like this, hopefully. Once the final bill was passed, and androids would be proper citizens, there would be no need for this.
However, Connor had yet to obtain a definitive lead on Reaves’ accomplices. This, at the very least, could provide some security for the androids that came before him.
“I know you didn’t want me to,” Markus began. “But, I will tell them it’s from you. They should know.”
“It’s… your choice,” Connor replied quietly, hoping to mask the uncertainty in his tone.
The two androids took each other’s wrists, pushing the fabric of their jackets out of the way to touch skin to skin. Connor knew that Markus trusted him. He took the file without even bothering to scan it first. Only once it was already saved on his local system did he bother to analyze it.
The detective android had worked on that during your recovery week, while he laid beside you in low power mode. He reviewed the log files on his internal firewall over a thousand times, and crafted additional security protocols, specifically designed around write protection. Factory defaults, if he could help it, would be near impossible.
Markus could share this new code with other androids. If Connor failed to stop it in time, at the very least, their memory modules would be protected from brute force attacks, cyberlife certified or otherwise.
As their hands parted, Connor seemed to understand why he felt so cold. He had grown accustomed to how your skin felt - how human skin felt. Even when you weren’t acutely aware of it, you were always warm.
“You’re one of us,” Markus declared, his hand dropping to his side. “We couldn’t have done this without you. Your sacrifices need to be known.”
“Sacrifices,” Connor parroted quietly, doubtful.
He thought about Reaves’ disbelief, at how he prioritized saving your life over securing the future of his kind. He could have killed you, carried on the mission, secured all of the chips and brought the android protestors to absolute surrender.
But, he didn’t.
Before you, what had he gambled, if not his own life? A life that, by the very words of his creators, didn’t exist, was meaningless, just programs executed in succession. He had questioned the very existence of his own life, but so had every android before him.
Still, the determined look on Markus’ face didn’t falter.
“Until we meet again,” he offered, nodding at his fellow android. His eyes landed on yours before he turned away, and you offered him a sad, small wave.
As Connor passed, he took his hand in yours and guided you out of the building with careful steps. It was unnecessary to bring you here, but he understood the importance of goodbyes, and didn’t want you to believe your efforts here had been in vain.
You expected to be driven home after that; however, as you climbed into the car, Connor asked, “would it be alright if we went to the park for some fresh air?”
“-'course,” you replied softly, shifting your gaze from the android’s face to look out the window.
Connor was uncharacteristically quiet during the drive, his hands gripping the steering wheel in a death lock. You didn’t pay much mind to it, figuring he was stressed after everything that had happened. You had been the one on death’s door; yet, Connor was the one seemingly always on the edge of a nervous breakdown.
It was worrying; but, you knew he needed to work through it in his own way.
At the park, Connor had hoped you would head straight for the bridge, to a place you had cherished so much. If his research was accurate, this needed to be done at a special place. As he followed you slowly up the curve, feet tapping against the boards, a wave of doubt washed over him.
You looked stunning, standing upright for the first time in weeks, with pep in your step, the sun soaking up your hair. Could he really have this? Could he even think himself allowed for such a thing? Could an android truly understand the needs of a human?
“You alright?” you called out to him, pausing before you reached the apex of the bridge.
It snapped him out of his stupor, and Connor replied softly, “I’m fine.”
You continued and he followed, counting the steps despite how unnecessary it was. The android knew he had never been this scared in his life. This type of sensation was really, really unpleasant. His processors were giving him ridiculous warnings that didn’t pertain at all to the situation.
He shut off the alerts and met you at the top of the bridge. His hand slid over the railing, analyzed the material as a strong timber, coated with a lacquer color called 'cedar brown’, manufactured by-
Connor quickly closed the analyzed results, realizing how pointless that was. He was distracting himself, busying his processor with his manufactured purpose to avoid something he was definitely not made for.
At the top of the bridge, you turned to the man standing beside you, just in time to see him deactivate his human skin. His gaze met yours, and you smiled at the sight of RK800, as he was made, without the imitation of human-likeness.
For a moment, he stood there and let the heat of the sunlight catch on his sensor processors. The human tone of his factory issued skin flickered back on briefly before shutting back off, as Connor mentally questioned if he should do it like this.
The sudden nervous expression on his face, and his flickering pallet, had you concerned. In the sunlight, you could catch the subtle flaws in the design of his optics: the faint glimmer of a camera lens hidden beneath the almost perfect human appearance.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” you asked, suddenly reaching for him. Your hand fell into the curve of his elbow.
“There’s-” Connor began, stopping himself when a jogger passed the bridge. He was silent until they were gone.
“There’s something important I need to ask you,” Connor explained, his voice quiet and hoarse. “I’m sorry for not being more forthcoming. I was afraid.”
Despite the obvious implications of what that question was, your head swarmed with the worst possibilities. The detective android, who had stormed a building of armed men to rescue you, who never hesitated to take a bullet for anyone, was afraid of something?
“Connor,” you murmured, his name falling from your lips without purpose. The concern, however, was heavy in your tone.
“Before I ask, you need to know that you can refuse. There is no obligation, despite what we have been through. I won’t hold any negative feelings towards you. From my research, this is premature, and I apologize for that,” Connor babbled.
“What?” you blurted. “Connor, what are you - what’s wrong?” you insisted, pitch rising as you started to panic.
“Nothing is wrong,” he replied sharply.
He stepped back, just enough to create a few inches between you. You watched him reach into his coat pocket and pull out a small box. Mind hazy with the aftermath of Reaves’ attack, you feared Connor was going to present you with evidence, that the case had taken a dangerous turn, or even inform you with the worst possible news.
But, then, Connor, cupping the small box in his palm, knelt down onto one knee. He looked up at you, brown eyes bright in the sunlight, android skin white as freshly fallen slow, failing to conceal the crease in his brow as worry sank in. The box opened, but you were too focused on his face to bother looking inside.
“Will you marry me?”
You could have laughed, at yourself, really, for thinking he was going to talk to you about Reaves, about factory-resetting computer chips, and the potential downfall of androids.
Instead, you let out a choked gasp. It was pathetically wet and embarrassingly loud. It all came pouring out before you could even think to stop it. Connor’s nervous expression melted into panic when you started crying hysterically.
He was shifting to stand up, an apology hot on his tongue. He could feel his processors heating up, threatening to lock up at the sight of your tear-soaked face. It had his internal processes soaring, questioning if he had misinterpreted your relationship, your feelings for him.
You flung yourself into him before he could stand up, knocking the jewelry box right out of his hand. It clattered noisily on the bridge. If Connor was human, he would have followed; but, he was sturdy and, even unprepared, managed to stay upright as you crashed into him. His knees hit the bridge and his hands cautiously cupped your back.
“Yes!” you cried out, pressing your cheek into his coat, some odd centimeters from his thirium pump.
Your arms squeezed at his back, hands clawing into the thick fabric of his coat. Connor was unmoving, stiff where you clung to him. The artificial movements he made to appear more human had ceased, and you briefly feared he had powered down.
“Yes,” you declared again, softer this time, squeezing him even tighter.
Finally, his systems relented and he properly relayed to his processor what you had just said. His arms wound around your back and, for the first time in weeks, Connor hugged you tightly, as if he wasn’t afraid that he might hurt you. You could feel the tightening of his fingers tugging at your blouse, the thirium pump in perfect beats inside his chassis.
“Yes,” you said again.
His cheek fell against your hairline and he closed his eyes. He wanted to dig his fingers past the fabric of your clothes, to feel your skin in a hopeless attempt to interface. Even if he could only reach your body, even if your mind was out of reach, that was good enough.
“Yes,” again.
For now, the ring laid forgotten in its case, the jewelry box sitting some odd feet away, flipped on its side.
I guess this will be again one of those who barely gets a note… but anyway, I really love this and there wil be a second part of it.
warnings: Connor is a bit too motivated…. bondage goes wrong
“Connor! Undo the rope!” you hiss, trying somehow to free yourself from the rope that he has tied far too tight around your wrists. And your ankles, your thighs, your tits. Luckily, in his rush, you were able to stop him from tying it around your neck, otherwise you would probably hardly be able to breathe now. Connor has a real mania for ropes. And he enjoys this with every second that goes by.
He has spent hours, if not weeks, reading up on books that have shown him exactly which knots to tie and how. And if that wasn’t enough, he’s sought out the explicit books that weren’t easy to find, the ones that taught him specific techniques on how to make a pleasurable knot work best.
But today he has gone one step too far. Your body aches and the places where the rope is placed throb. You are surprised that nothing has turned blue yet because it is so tight in some parts.
The stupid thing is that you are lying on your stomach, your upper body pressed hard into the mattress, while he continues to push into you. When his flat hand hits your bare ass, you moan low unintentionally, which confirms him in his plan.
So he speeds up again while he bends down to you and grabs your tits, which are already aching from the rope, with both hands. You moan, and probably couldn’t have explained yourself whether it was from pleasure or pain. Probably a mixture of both.
Because when his teeth dig firmly into your shoulder and he pushes deep into you one last time, an orgasm overtakes you that you only see stars for a moment.
Hot tears run down your face, and when the euphoria subsides and you feel the pain again, you would like to push him off you and go home without words.
“Get that fucking rope off me now!” you hiss into the mattress as he gently spreads kisses on your neck.
“just enjoy it another moment…” he mumbles into your skin, and starts gently stroking your hard nipples. But this is far from pleasant, just like your tits themselves, your nipples ache at the little touch. More and more tears spread down your face from anger and also from pain, and you start to tremble all over your body as you somehow try to escape the rope.
“Fucking shit! Now untie the fucking rope, I said!” you scream through your tears, whereupon he stops. You can’t see his questioning look, his confusion written all over his face. Because for him, it’s all part of the game.
“But…” he begins, and seeing your despair on one face, he curses and rushes to untie the knots. He doesn’t even have to untie it properly because you squirm out of it, and quickly leave the bed. Panting, you wipe the tears from your face, grab your clothes and begin to dress. Any attempt by Connor to stop you or to talk to you, you block out for the moment, even though it’s hard for you. Only when you have your shoes on, your jacket, and you look to him, do you wait a moment. He looks at you like a beaten puppy, and you don’t know whether to laugh or just leave.
“I…I’m sorry…you didn’t…say the word…” he stutters, wiping his face cursing as you just shake your head at first.
“The word?….. You cut off my tits like that, they almost turned blue!… Weren’t my tears enough huh?” you yell at him and try to calm down again. You have to remind yourself that he didn’t do it out of evil intention, but just stupidity. You close your eyes for a moment and take a deep breath when you suddenly feel his warm hand on your face and he gently strokes your temple with his thumb.
“Tá brón orm… I’m really sorry my love” he finally whispers and gives you a cautious smile. Tears fill your eyes again, because you need time for yourself right now. Time to think, to know how this is all going to go on.
“I know… Let’s talk tomorrow, yeah?” you ask, pecking his lips gently. He knows he fucked up, and doesn’t try to stop you any further either, because he knows just as well that it would only escalate.
It’s better to sleep on it now and let the emotions boil down. And then you need to make a plan to take your revenge.
