#detroit become human x reader
Okay so forgive my spamming of posts but I really want to get back into writing and I kinda need your help, if you guys are still with me. If you’ve been on my page in the last few days you’ll probably have noticed my post explaining why I’ve been on hiatus. Nevertheless, I am back and very eager to start writing again and fulfilling requests. The next story I’m posting is What Could Have Been the Sequel to My Better Half(expect it by tomorrow night or Thursday).
Anyway, I wanted to ask for a little help from you guys to help me bust through my writer’s block and hopefully help me branch out into new games to write for. I wanted to ask you guys for a few new prompts from new games or games that I haven’t written for yet but have been itching to try writing for. You guys are always great at giving me awesome ideas and prompts so I was hoping you could send a few my way including the games I’ll list below. That way I can branch out a bit and clear away my writer’s block for certain characters and grow as an author. If that makes sense. Feel free to Please Do reblog this post so hopefully more people can see it and request. The following games are ones that I’ve played recently or ones that I’ve wanted to try writing for…
Detroit: Become Human
Far Cry 5
God of War
Horizon: Zero Dawn
Final Fantasy XV
Overwatch
Persona 3, 4, & 5
Middle Earth: Shadow of War
Titanfall 2
Dishonored (1 & 2)
The Witcher
Mass Effect (Series)
Dragon Age (Series)
Watch Dogs 2
Mirror’s Edge (Series)
Fire Emblem (Fates or Awakening)
Kingdom Hearts (E3 Hype…)
Call of Duty
Etc..
*Hit me up if you think of another series that I haven’t written for
Consider picking/creating a prompt from these lists bellow or send in your own requests or headcannon requests. Or you know if you just want to gush about games I’d love to hear from you, my loves!
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?”
Reblog for my followers in different time zones :)
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.
Tagging: I’m tagging everyone that asked to be tagged or expressed interest in a sequel. @rhinestone-eyed-angel@jeffydaandroid@devils-wear-westwood@xxperfectionisdeadlyxx@connorisalivedbh@sarcasticwaistoid@valenjagi@losersunitetonight@bitchingandshitposting@dark-raven3316@skayllershu@harleycurlyq@lizzylegg143@the-rad-mad@jasmindoodles @kum-quatss
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.
Reblog for my followers in different time zones. :)
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.
Tagging: I’m tagging everyone that asked to be tagged or expressed interest in a sequel. @rhinestone-eyed-angel@jeffydaandroid@devils-wear-westwood@xxperfectionisdeadlyxx@connorisalivedbh@sarcasticwaistoid@valenjagi@losersunitetonight@bitchingandshitposting@dark-raven3316@skayllershu@harleycurlyq@lizzylegg143@the-rad-mad@jasmindoodles @kum-quatss
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.”
————–
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.”
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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.”
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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.
The response to the Detroit: Become Human Connor fic that I posted was absolutely incredible and I am so excited and thankful to you guys! Gosh, you’re all amazing! A lot of people have asking me to tag them in the sequel so if you would like to be tagged in future DBH Connor fics tell me below if you haven’t already asked. Also, which would you prefer for the sequel I was thinking of using another The Way You Said “I Love You” (<< Prompt List Link) prompt but I’m trying to decide on which one to use. I was thinking either #8, #18, #26, #48, #50 or #51? Maybe take a look at the list and give me your thoughts? Thanks, Loves! <3
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.
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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.
^^^Software Instability^^^
Sample analysis complete. Thirium 310 detected. Model Number: RK800 #313 248 317-51
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!”
———————-
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.
^^^Software Instability^^^
Sample analysis complete. Thirium 310 detected. Model Number: RK800 #313 248 317-51
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.
——————
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!
Reblog for my followers in different time zones :)
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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!
