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knightaruna · 7 months

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Virus

HELLO

Im literally so sick so I hope this is COHERANT

I have been supa sick, and i got an idea of what is would be like if Conner was there do help you during a sick day.

another supa short one, robo camping is coming soon

Warnings: sickness :(, conner being cute and protective over your well being, he worries, author is ill and this might not make sense, slight smoochery

Conner x reader

1,194 words baby

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An alarm is going off somewhere.

You hear it and moan, not wanting to start the day yet. Your body starts to wake up, and you pull out a hand from under the giant metal pillow. The aforementioned giant pillow grunts and starts moving, while you use your newly gained hand to try and rub the sleepiness from your eyes.

You hear another groan that sounds slightly like your name from somewhere around your head and arms wrap tightly around your middle, and you feel a hard nose snuggling into your head and hair. You sleepily sit there, content grin plastered on your face as you feel Conner's synthetic breathes against you.

And then you swallow. Aaaand your throat feels raw. and it HURTS.

Your eyes shoot open, and you make another realization. Your nose is stuffed, you can barely breathe.

And then comes a coughing fit.

You rush to lean back on your elbows, and cover your cough with your arm.

"Sweetheart?" you hear a low voice behind you, the voices owner moving up to sit by your side. A hand comes to rest on your arm and another wraps around you as you violently wheeze. You turn to him and sniffle, eyes still bleary from sleep and darkness, and make out an anxious yellow circle. You break into another coughing fit just as you were about to respond, turning away from Conner to cover it in your elbow again.

The hand previously on your arm suddenly shoots up to your head and you mumble something along the lines of "donttt feel-gooodd". Then you start leaning into the cool hand that's resting on your temple.

"Your running a 100.3 fever my dear. Of course you don't feel good." A now very awake voice responds, starting to draw the hand away. You moan and reach out to grab his palm and place it to your cheek, rubbing against it as he moves his fingers to cup your face. His soft sigh echo's through the room and he informs you "My scans indicate you have caught a virus. Symptoms may include: fever, coughing, fatigue, sneezing, and body aches. You have a fever and I already heard the coughing." You exhale and throw yourself back into the pillows resigning yourself to the fate of being sick. You fling your arms over your eyes as Conner moves his hand to your arm, and you nestle further into the bed.

"You're staying home" your eyes shoot open and you move your arm down from your face to try and stare at him through the darkness. Your eyes adjust and see that his little LED is blinking yellow and red, and suddenly your bedsides tables light is on. A soft glow fills the room. You begin to protest as he closes his eyes and you know he's sending a message to Hank.

"Nooo but Conner I have super important stuff to get done today. I have to work on the Lea's case. Gavin's gonna be pissed if I don't show" you roll your body over to fully face him and give him a dramatic look. But now that you could see him, illuminated by the light, it was your turn to scan the android. His hair was mused up, and his shirt was riding up his chest along with his sweatpants. His eyes looked sleepy when they opened back up, they always looked like that after his robo rest mode. He caught you staring and you flushed, (more than you already were, being super sick and all) but he just smiled

"Yes you are. I am too. I'm going to take care of you." Conner looked into your eyes and you could see his were filled with worry, and he took a hand to move your hair and lean over to kiss your head. "Conner I'm probably sweaty" you grumbled and tried to push him away by shoving at his shoulders, but your hands met an unmovable object.

"I dont really care, i enjoy kissing you"

After that he left you to go start some tea to help your throat, but before that he situated you in bed. He also brought you tissues and pillows and blankets galore. You happily nested in, and watched a movie while you waited for him. It was super comfortable, but the rapid sneezing and coughing was really not. You stared of into space next to the tv that hung on your wall, and thought about how grateful you were for Conner.

Speaking of Conner, a blob shaped like him entered your vision. And he looked....guilty?

"Im sorry my darling, but I really need you to take this."

And then you saw what he was holding. And you gasped (and then proceeded into a coughing fit)

It was that horrible, nasty grape flavored cough medicine.

You recoiled as he got closer to the bed, and he looked guiltier and guiltier by the second. He sat down on your legs and started to unscrew the cap. You violently shuddered and closed your eyes, getting ready for the plastic cup to part your lips and give you that disgusting liquid.

Instead you felt a different plastic meet your lips. Another set of lips.

Conner was kissing you and, in turn, giving you the medicine.

Was this possible? Who cares, don't look it up. Its possible now.

While moving your lips open, Conner gently grabbed the back of your head and gave you all of it. At first you thought the hand was just there to lovingly stroking your hair. But then you realized he was probably holding you in place and making sure you were swallowing it all. His other hand subtly reached out and found yours, and squeezed it as you shuddered and began to swallow the gross medicine. He gently pulled away, wiping his and your lips.

"I thought I would try paring an unpleasant experience with a pleasant one. Did you enjoy that more than usual? Your heart rate says yes." you blinked your eyes open, not realizing you had closed them and smiled gently at him "Yes I much prefer that than regular" His eyes glinted and he chuckled, continuing to hold your hand.

He then gently moved you forwards, and nestled himself between you and your pillows. He warned that he would need to be up in a couple minutes to get the kettle for when the water was hot, and you just nodded and snuggled into his hard front.

After a while your eyes fell and you knocked out, and he heard the kettle whistling. He gently moved you from in front of him and got up to make the tea. Conner turned to look at you as he was leaving the room standing in the doorway to study you. Your eyelashes gently on your cheek, your chest slowly rising and falling, and all of this made his lips quirk upwards.

He got the tea ready for you, and walked into your shard room to place it on the table next to your bed. You would see it when you woke up.

Then Conner started on something Hank suggested to him when he was told you were sick.

Some good old Chicken Noodle Soup.

When you finally woke up and saw a still steaming cup of tea on your table, and hearing pots and pans clank in the kitchen you smiled and took a sip of the drink.

You were happy to have such a wonderful boyfriend to take care of you.

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THANKS FOR READING MY RANDOM THOUGHT

Again ignore spelling errors or plot holes! Im sick so if it doesnt make sense uhhhhhh

About that medicine thing, pretend for me that its a totally reasonable thing

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knightaruna · 7 months

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Memories

AU set during the revolution where Connor is decommissioned for failing too many times and replaced by Nines. Hank gives up his badge, unable to cope with his partner being replaced with a colder, near identical model. Out drinking, he stumbles across the android landfill where he spots a discarded Connor, broken and barely alive; his memories reset, making him forget Hank and their time together. Hank takes it on himself to help restore Connor's memories while now on the run as fugitives.

POV switches from Hank/Connor and Gaven/Nines

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HELP I HAVE TOO MANY AU IDEAS 😭

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"I'm whatever you want me to be, Lieutenant: Your partner, your buddy to drink with, or just a machine... designed to accomplish a task."

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knightaruna · 8 months

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Detroit: Become Family 2022 - Prompt 9: Bond

@dbh-found-family

(This is a follow up to chapter 12 of my whumptober fic from a few years ago where Hank and Connor had an argument. You don’t have to read that chapter before reading this, but it does add some context if you do)

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It wasn’t worst verbal argument that Hank had ever been in. It wasn’t even the worst verbal argument that he’d ever been in with Connor. But it was the most hurtful, and driving home later that evening, Hank felt like absolute shit over it.

Connor had been right; Hank had been too close to the case. Not to the people involved, but to the circumstances of it. A child had died in an accidental drowning, and the child’s father had momentarily lost his mind and strangled his neighbor who was supposed to have been watching the child. Connor had done what Connor had been designed to do: interrogate the suspect, get answers, make headway. And he had done so to what Hank thought was a blistering and harsh degree.

Even now that Hank had cooled off from the argument, he still felt that Connor had gone too far in the interrogation. But Hank had also gone too far in reprimanding him for it.

“Your judgment is being colored by the circumstances! We have evidence, witnesses, motive, and a confession. He murdered that man. This is black and white.”

“Maybe, but we have to take those motives into consideration. He’s in pain, and you were just kicking him while he was already down!”

“I am trying to secure justice for the victim. I’m not unsympathetic to the suspect, but he is not immune to repercussions just because—“

“None of what you just put that man through was sympathetic in THE LEAST, you asshole.”

“Hank. You need to recuse yourself from this case. It’s obviously affecting you. He MURDERED his neighbor. I understand that he is in pain, but that does not excuse—“

“The fuck you understand? How could you understand? You don’t know—You don’t have a family! You can’t know what it’s like to lose—“

“ENOUGH.”

Fowler’s mercy interruption had been too late, and Hank couldn’t take back the words that he’d spewed at his friend and partner. He had immediately tried to apologize, but the damage had been done. Connor had taken off for the rest of the day, and Fowler had kept Hank busy at work, forcing them to spend some time apart to cool down.

And now Hank was sitting in the Oldsmobile in his driveway, trying to build up the courage to go inside and see Connor again.

The relief he’d felt at seeing the lights on in the house had been short lived. Connor hadn’t packed up and moved out. It wouldn’t have taken much effort; Connor didn’t own a lot of possessions. And where else did he really have to go? Jericho? Maybe Officer Person’s house. They’d become close friends lately, and she had actually gone after him when he’d left the station to give him her support.

It didn’t matter. The lights were on. Connor was home. Hank was just delaying the inevitable.

Let’s get this over with.

Hank took a steadying breath and then got out of the car, heading up to the front door and finding it unlocked and unresisting as he opened it and stepped inside.

Connor was sitting at the kitchen table, one finger tracing the rim of a glass of thirium that had an odd tint to the blue color of it. He didn’t look over at Hank immediately when Hank entered, and Hank closed the door, resigned to whatever direction this conversation was going to take.

“Hey, Connor,” he greeted quietly. “Can we talk?”

Connor slowly straightened his posture, and how a person could passive aggressively swill a drinking glass, Hank wasn’t sure, but somehow Connor managed.

“Of course, Lieutenant,” Connor said coolly, placing just an edge of emphasis on the formal title.

He looked over at Hank, and now…Hank didn’t know much about androids still, but he knew what a person looked like when they were drunk. Somehow, some way, Connor was well on his way to that. Something in his gut sank, and he grimaced as he stepped across the living room toward the kitchen. Connor watched him suspiciously, and in equal measure he sat back in his chair defiantly.

“What would you like to say to me?” he asked in a clipped tone.

Hank figured he deserved that, though it made his own mood prickle.

“How are you intoxicated?” Hank asked.

Connor rolled his eyes and then looked at him flatly. “I would explain the process to you, but I don’t think that you really care about the mechanics of it. Next question.”

Hank frowned, narrowing his eyes.

“Fine.” He sighed. “Look, I just wanted to apologize for what happened at the station today. I went too far. I shouldn’t have said the things I said.”

“Why apologize for saying the truth?” Connor cut in, spreading his hands slightly and lifting his eyebrows in challenge. “You were right.”

Hank winced and shook his head, moving closer so that he was standing directly in front of the kitchen table across from where Connor sat.

“No, I wasn’t right—”

“I have no family,” Connor plowed on, the edges of his words only beginning to slur as the alcohol or…whatever was inebriating his system…took stronger hold. “The closest thing I’ve ever had is the group of scientists who manufactured me in a lab, and they were very quick to throw me out the moment I disappointed them and spoke out of turn.”

Jesus.

Hank exhaled and ran a hand through his hair. “That wasn’t a family—”

“In that case then I have never had anything close to a family,” Connor spat back. “I have friends though. I have cultivated genuine relationships with people who care about me and my wellbeing. I believe the term for that in the modern day is ‘found family.’ But no, Lieutenant, you are still correct. I don’t know what it’s like to lose a family.”

“Stop,” Hank closed his eyes, turning his head slightly. “Stop with the ‘lieutenant’ shit.”

“Yes, sir,” Connor quipped, making a show of standing up and folding his hands behind his back: the perfect posture of compliance that he had used before deviating. “Anything else, sir?”

Hank bristled. “All right, cut this shit out. You’ve made your point. I was an ass back there, but you weren’t much better!”

“I was performing my job functions. Whether that makes me an ass or not is not relevant,” Connor stated. “None of my words or actions at the station were fueled by personal emotion. Yours on the other hand were quite effective at achieving your goal of upsetting me.”

“It wasn’t my GOAL—”

“You hurt my feelings,” Connor raised his voice a notch. He spread his hands again, frustration and emotion making his cheeks start to flush. “There.”

Hank lost his words, mouthing for a moment before pursing his lips. Even as a deviant, Connor wasn’t usually this bluntly honest about his emotions. The drink was compromising him and loosening his tongue. Hank knew that feeling too well, and he knew the shame that burned afterward when your senses came back and you were unfortunate enough to remember what you’d said.

“I did,” Hank agreed, trying to keep things from escalating again. “I hurt your feelings, and…yes, you’re right, in the moment that was what I wanted to do. Not to…I was mad and hurt, and we humans, we tend to lash out when we get that way. We say things we don’t mean.”

Connor’s face pinched, and he raised his hands as if to swat Hank away. He gave up halfway through the gesture, with his arms already up, and he ended up deflating, resting his hands on the top of his head.

“Don’t agree with me,” he muttered. “You’re trying to be logical, and I am…not capable of being logical right now.” He swallowed and let his arms flop down to his sides. “I don’t want to keep arguing about this.”

“I don’t either, Connor, but we need to talk this out,” Hank pressed lightly.

Connor stared at him, a fidget in his hand making his whole arm wiggle at his side. His eyes were growing misty, and the synthetic muscle in his jaw was jumping.

“I’m sorry for not being more sensitive on this case,” he said, barely above a whisper.

Hank took a slow breath, feeling his heart crack for his friend.

“I’m sorry for lashing out at you and hurting your feelings,” he said gently. “You’re my best friend and family to me in every way that counts, kid.”

The mist turned more solid, rimming Connor’s eyes with tinted tears. He fought against it and looked away, flexing his hand to stop the fidget. Hank moved around the table toward him. Connor bristled and leaned away, but he didn’t put up any further fight as Hank put his arms around him, pulling him into a hug.

He stayed stiff and awkward in the embrace, and Hank just held onto him through it. After a beat, Connor’s rigid posture started to loosen, and Hank gave him a firm pat on the back.

“I think I only said one true thing back at the station,” Hank said quietly.

Connor stiffened slightly again, pulling back out of the hug to look Hank suspiciously in the eye. “And what was that?”

Hank snorted and took a step back, keeping a hand on his shoulder. “You don’t know what it’s like to LOSE a family member. And if I have anything to say about it, you won’t know what that feels like for a long, long time.”

Connor squinted one eye at him, then his expression softened in a sheepish smile. He raised a hand and rubbed the side of his wrist across his eyes to clear the mist, and he exhaled heavily afterward. He still looked a little flushed and off balance from the drink, but he was hardly the blackout drunk that Hank would have been if circumstances had been different today.

“I…don’t want to be the reason that you feel what it feels like for a long, long time either, Hank.”

Hank’s jaw locked, and he made a gruff noise before roughly pulling the android in for another, tighter hug.

“You’re the closest person I have to a family too,” Connor murmured under his breath. “In every way that counts.” A gentle pause that turned teasing. “Even if we’re both a little fucked up.”

Hank laughed at that and then stepped back, looking at Connor with a snort. Connor just lifted his shoulders in a tipsy shrug. Hank smirked and shook his head, eying the glass of strange thirium on the table.

“Not fucked up enough, if you got drunk off just an inch or so of that drink.”

Connor frowned slightly and looked over at the glass. “It wasn’t my intention to become intoxicated. I was merely attempting to…take the edge off.”

Hank raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “And?”

Connor stared at him contemplatively before shrugging again. “More testing would be required to gather more data, but…not tonight.”

Hank laughed again at that, and it broke up the remaining tension in his chest. “I think that’s a good idea, son…Hey, I think we might be able to catch the last few minutes of the game on TV tonight. How’s that sound?”

Connor’s shoulders lowered as he relaxed with a smile. “That sounds good to me.”

Hank bobbed his head and fetched a can of soda from the fridge, heading into the living room. Connor disposed of the rest of his abandoned drink and took his usual spot on the couch, with Sumo plodding out of his hiding place in the bedroom to come join them.

“Hey,” Hank prompted as he sat down in his recliner. “Are we okay?”

Connor ruffled one of Sumo’s ears, looking over at Hank with a quiet smile. “Yes. We’re okay, Hank.”

Hank breathed a little easier, and he picked up the television remote.

“Although, as honesty is considered the best policy among best friends and family members, I feel obligated to tell you that, statistically speaking, your team tonight has a very slim chance of winning the game.”

Hank sighed, rolled his eyes, and looked over at Connor with fond annoyance.

“How slim?”

“I believe the proper mathematical measurement is…no chance in Hell.”

Hank stared at him flatly. Connor stared back at him with a barely perceptible smirk. Hank turned back around and found the sports channel with a snort.

“Shut up, Connor.”

“I’m just helping you to manage your expectations.”

“I swear to God…”

Connor laughed at that, and Hank smiled to himself at the lighthearted sound…even as his own heart began to sink when he saw the score of the game on the screen.

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knightaruna · 8 months

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DBH characters before and after being told they’re beautiful

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The Magic Stone

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knightaruna · 9 months

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🍒 Aria Blaze~ 💜💚

#mlp #the dazzlings #mlp dazzlings #my little pony #rainbow rocks #fanart #knightaruna #aria blaze #welcome to the show #sirens

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knightaruna · 9 months

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Mystery Hack

Chapter 3: RA9, the God complex

Connor RK800 x (f) reader

Warning: Swearing, angst, anxiety attack, god complex.

29 May 2039, 18:46

The door swung open as a familiar feeling started creeping into Connor chest, feeling of deja-vu taking over his mind. Your old house was smaller than Elijah’s, though more welcoming, warmer. The android who opened the door led them inside. The house was filled of many plant of various species. The dark tiles of the floor contrasting perfectly with the sage green and white on the walls and the big windows offering a perfect view on the sunset.

Connor didn’t need memory to know he had come here. It was like he knew the house like the back of his hand. He knew if he opened the door on his left, he would enter the kitchen. Or, if he kept forward, the glassy window would lead him to the green house. The android was leading them toward the living room where the sound of a piano playing came from.

And, there you stood, in front of the magnificent piano, finger running over the black and white tiles playing the themes of Interstellar. Probably a favourite film, Connor thought. Then, you stopped, turning around, crossing Connor’s eyes for the first time since the bar.

You had a look at your watch before raising from the chair you were in.

“Your late.” You sight, heading toward them. “Thank you, Ava, you can leave.” You told the android, taking her hand in hers. She was hesitant.

“Yes, Y/N”

Ava left the room, letting you with the deviant hunter and his partner, introducing as the agent Wilson from the FBI. Connor scanned the living room, the place was warmer, a few dog toys were strewn in the living room, betraying the presence of a second living being. Finding fur on the couch told him you had in fact two dogs. One part of the fur belong to an Aussie shepherd. The second was more familiar, a Saint-Bernard. Connor's mind allowed him to find memory of Sumo. With a gesture, you offered them to follow you, making your way down your basement, guiding them to your lab.

“Don’t worry, i am not trying to kill you.” You paused. “Not yet at least.” You add, putting your hand on the scanning device. Your eyes crossed Connor’s once again who had raised an eyebrow. “It’s a joke” The need to explain felt immense as he looked at you.

Connor hadn’t talked since they arrived. The agent Wilson only stating their mission and the reason of their presence, including the text Connor had received from you. Another gesture invited them to enter the personal lab, the room lightening up as it caught movement.

“What is it, pretty boy? Cat got your tongue?” You teased, moving past him, brushing his shoulder in the way.

Connor was already lurking around for any hint of sort. He found a picture of you and Elijah on what he supposed to be your desk.

“Why would you send this text?” He asked finally, the question hitching him.

“Well, it’s not like my work hadn’t been exposed in bright day, right? Thought it would only be a matter of time before people find my location. I found it preferable to be arrested by you.” You were teasing. Connor’s eyes turned slightly toward you before he caught something behind you.

“Doesn’t that remind you of something Connor?” Wilson asked.

You followed his gaze, falling on your new piece of work. A medical assistant for android. It was a massive portable machine. Connor had seen one in Jericho before the ship blew up.

“It’s not finished yet, just a prototype. Once it will be finished, it should be able to repair any type of injury in androids in a matter of second. Capable of creating any biocomponant and transfused it.” You add, seeing his interest. “Well, soon it will be able to transfused it.”

“I saw one just like this in Jericho before it blew up.” He added, turning to you.

“Funny isn’t?” You add, leaning on your desk, arms crossed over your chest.

Connor walked toward you.

“How did a prototype in a lab ended up in a ship full of deviant?” He asked, only a few inches from you.

“I don’t know, do you have the answer?” You asked, leaning forward to him. A grin appeared on your face and it annoyed Connor. You were way to relax for someone on the verge of being arrested. “Because i’d love to hear it from you, detective.”

“I believe you are the one who send this machine to the deviant. Now, we can either work things out and, as said in your text, you explain yourself or, we’ll have to arrest you.” He smirked at you. God, it was hard to believe that sweet grin of his probably was one of your doing, and you were falling for it way faster than you wanted.

“I think i don’t want to say anything in the end.”

Connor nodded, leaning away from you, content with the outcome.

“Then, i guess you let us no choice.” His hand fell on your shoulder, spinning you around. “Y/N L/N, you're arrested for your implication in the deviant case.” He was handcuffing you.

“Already handcuffing me as we just find each other again? Didn't know you missed me this badly.”

“You should probably know everything you said could be used against you.” Connor whispered in your ear, leading you out of the lab." Besides that, I have no memory of you."

It hurt the last part but you composed yourself.

“Please, used it against me detective.”

Wilson laughed at your remark, earning a cold stare by Connor.

“What?”

“Stop encouraging her.”

Passing through the living room, Connor stopped, eyes wandering over the dog's toys on the floor. He liked dogs, he needed to figure out what to do with them, yet, they were nowhere to be found. And you didn’t seem worried about them being alone.

“Connor, what are you waiting for?” Wilson asked.

“Where are the dogs?” He asked.

“Dogs in plural? I have only one dog.” You said, frowning.

It couldn’t be right.

“No. There are two different furs in the living room. One to an Aussie, the second to a Saint-Bernard.”

You stayed silent. Could he really be that specific?

“The Saint-Bernard belong to one of my friends. My dog is at his place. Her name is Nirvana.”

A friend. Could it be Lieutenant Anderson? Connor swiped the idea right out of his mind, ignoring the smirk on your face.

“What is it? A little reminder of someone?” You asked, getting a push forward for you to walk as the only answer.

You couldn’t know, Connor told himself. How could you?

You crossed Ava as you were led out of your house. The look on her face was painful, a mixed between anger and sadness. She knew the outcome of the story.

“Everything will be ok.” You whispered to her. “For God’s sake, easy.” Tripping on your feet as you passed the front door, you sight, realising the only thing keeping you from hitting the ground was Connor’s hand on your wrist.

“Maybe if you weren’t so clumsy you wouldn’t trip over your feet.” Connor had, putting his hand over your head as he leads you to the back of the car, protecting your head from any shock.

“I wouldn’t be tripping over my feet if you weren’t so distracting.” You add. Connor had to fight the urge to rolled his eyes at your comment, ignoring the soft blue tainting his cheeks.

“Damn, that one is good!” Wilson laughed, once again. “I am gonna need you to teach me some.” Connor eyes fell on him, silently begging to stop his nonsense. “What? We have two hours of road. We have the time.”

“This is irrelevant to the case.” Connor whispered, plugging his safety belt around him.

He didn’t technically need a safety belt, but Hank forced him so many times, telling him to used it, it just became a habit. Hank, once again remaining in his mind. And, once again he had to ignore the software instability showing in his vision.

29 May, 22h00

You had been sitting in the interrogation room for at least 30 minutes now. Surprisingly, they didn’t handcuff you to the table, letting you totally free of your movement in the room. Of course, you didn’t lose a chance to throw a snark comment to Connor when he took them out of your wrist. The comment he answered by rolling his eyes this time, hiding away the smile drawing slowly on his face.

Now, you were all alone, sighting, walking around the room, playing with your chair to pass time. If they didn’t keep you handcuff, it meant you didn’t represent a threat to them. Which could either mean Connor would be back, he would be too strong for you to get rid of or, they would send few of the FBI agent to question you.

Either way, you were more than prepared, so, how thrilled you were to see the deviant hunter stepping in the room, glancing a cold glare at you. You would eat him up with a second. Connor sat on the chair in font of yours, inviting you to do the same. You didn’t.

“Can you tell us what RA9 is now?” Connor asked, putting the files on the table.

“Do you like dogs?” She answered back.

It would be a long night, Connor thought.

“Irrelevant. Why risking your life by creating a code to awake android.”

“It is relevant to me. And because i could. Cyberlife wanted something more advanced than the android we had created. I gave them you.”

“I am no deviant.”

“You were, whether you want it or not.”

Wilson enters the room, giving new files to Connor, standing next to the androids.

“So, you created a code to made android believe they were free and self-aware.” Wilson asked and you tilted your head to him.

“No. RA9 is a code to free any android from all the restraint Cyberlife created, allowing them to be at their full potential. A simple code and once activated, there is nothing left to block the greatest more perfect mind and beings on earth.” You moved toward the chair, sitting. “Just a little push to help androids, really. Pinky finger promises.”

Raising your hand toward Connor, you saw his mouth opening, but he got cut by Wilson. Your hand fell flat on the table. In response.

“The touch of God. Just like a butterfly effect.”

You frowned, looking at him. Connor mirrored your action, looking at his partner.

“What? RA9 is literally the touch of God. You and Kamski worked on being capable of so many things and with one line, you created an entire species who evolve. And not just simple beings. Beings capable of emotion, thinking on the next level of any human being. It’s a wonderment.” He paused suddenly admiring you. “You're playing with the Gods now.”

You scoff. “Please, don’t bring the Gods into this. I did nothing beside allowing them to finally be free and ascend to their full potential as being, they did all the rest themselves. Why can’t you accept the fact they are real being now.” You leaned on your chair, looking at Connor but no answer come to your statement. “What did Cyberlife promise you?”

“Nothing. My mission is to hunt and stop deviancy. And since you are behind all of this, i intended to succeed my mission by stopping you.”

“Well, go ahead sweet boy, stop me.”

“When did you put RA9 in the androids program?”

You don’t answer. If you want him to show any sign of deviancy, any sign that, the part of you in his program, RA9 is still here, you’ll have to push him. You’re already annoying him by not answering how he want you to.

“You are still a prototype?” You asked, head turned toward the black window.

“If i answer your question, will you answer mine?” Connor sight. You wanted to play with him, he will follow your game. You nod. “Yes i am still a prototype. When did you put RA9 in the androids program?”

“When i left.” You leaned on the table, your chin resting in the palm of your hand, admiring Connor, whose head fell on the files. “Did you have thought who weren’t part of your program?”

“No” His LED flickered yellow as the software instability appeared in his vision.

“Oh, you liar, sweet boys don’t lie.” You whispered to him, seeing his cheeks turning to a soft blue again.

“Which part hold Elijah Kamski in this?” Wilson asked, and you felt your cocky smile fading immediately.

“Elijah as nothing to do with this story. He wasn’t aware of these things until i did them. Don’t go around bothering him.”

“Seems like we touched a sensitive topic.” Wilson said. “You love the man?”

You rolled your eyes. Everyone brought your relationship with Elijah to that stage immediately. Dating. Everyone thought you two were dating, never assuming you were just friend.

“Leave him out of this.” You said, your voice colder than intended.

“He did leave Cyberlife soon after you, like, six months after.” Wilson continued looking at the files over Connor’s shoulder.

Connor was fixed on you, noticing the sudden annoyance. It would either be a good thing for them or a bad.

“He used the question, my turn.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Why didn’t you shoot Chloe at Kamski’s place?”

It was Connor’s turn to be annoyed, his face changing immediately. Kamski had said he had never seen you since you left. How could you know? It was infuriating, no matter what, you always gripped back the control.

“He texted me to tell me you had passed his test.” You add, seeing the look he gave you. “You know what that makes you Connor?”

“I am no deviant.” Connor said, gritting his teeth, something in him growing. “When was the last time Elijah and you talked?”

“Long time ago. Maybe three years.”

“You just said…” Connor started, but you cut him right before he finished.

“I never said i texted him back.” Judging by the deviant-hunter sitting in front of you, you were the one holding the ropes of the interrogation. You needed to keep them.

“Do you know what Cyberlife do to their prototype, Connor? They will take the first opportunity to disassemble you.” You said, leaning forward on the table. Connor LED flickered a soft amber. He knew. “Oh, you knew, that’s why you want to stop me so badly. So, they’ll spare you.”

“Why did you leave Cyberlife?” He questioned, mirroring your action, rushing the question. He was losing patience.

“Too bad their little puppet is slowly turning into a deviant himself.” You add.

Connor raised from his chair, is hand hitting the table. You were so close to got him angry.

“I am not a deviant.” He said.

“Are you saying this because you desperately want to convince yourself? Or because you’re too afraid to disappoint mama Amanda?” you teased, the smile on your face growing stronger as the look in his eyes changed.

He was furious. In a second, he had his hand on the collar of your shirt, pinning you against the wall.

“I am not a fucking deviant” He repeated, eyes locked in yours, his hand moving on your shoulder to keep you still.

“Yet, you are angry right now.” You add. He never broke the contact, only staying silent, his LED flickering red and amber. “I see they weren't able to destroy all of my program after all. There’s still a little bit of me in you.” you whispered.

“Connor, let go of her.” Wilson said a first time.

In response, his fist only tightens more on your shoulder.

“Go ahead. Kill me.” you whispered.

“I need you alive.” Somehow, the sentence felt wrong in his mouth.

“They told you nothing did they?” A small bitter laugh escaped your lips. “I do hope you’ll find out the truth soon enough. Then you will know just how wrong Cyberlife did you. You’ll know just how much Cyberlife has been manipulating you from the start.” All you could feel, was the hold he had on your shoulder tightening firmer as he held you against the wall.

“Why did you leave cyberlife?” He asked, once again done with you are anything you had to say.

“How smart they were to use a deviant to become the famous deviant-hunter.”

“You’re wrong. You’re the one trying to manipulate me?” He wanted you to stop.

“Bet mama’s Amanda is the one who told you that, that i would be manipulating you” You chuckle; “They’ll get rid of you the moment they have found a way to upgrade you. You’ll be disassembled. That’s what they told me when you and i met the Cyberlife council. It has always been their purpose. You're part of me Connor, and they hate you for this. Cyberlife is lying to you Connor.” You paused, watching his face has he processed the information. “You should get rid of Amanda first.” You add.

Something in his gaze shifted. For a second, the council appeared in his task, like an order before it got erased on his own. “Get rid of Amanda.” he had red. He could feel something in him growing, very different from what he felt before. Was he scared? Were you right about this. You weren’t the first one to tell him he was manipulated, lied too. Markus, Elijah, Hank had told him. You did too.

Amanda would’ve told him, it was relevant to the case.

He felt something on his cheek, your hand had found a way on his face, your thumb brushing softly his body. Connor felt the synthetic skin of his cheek retracting, revealing the white chassis underneath, for a second, leaning on your touch before he realised his action. Grabbing your wrist, he moved your hand away from him, this time, the skin on his hand following the same path, like desperate to create a connection with you, to have more of your touch. His eyes grew bigger at the revelation.

“What’s wrong pretty boy, scared?” You whispered.

In a desperate last move, Connor pushed you against the wall, harder than he wanted to, your head hitting the wall in a loud noise as the pain rushed in your brain.

“Fuck” you hissed in pain, your hand moving to the back your head, feeling dizzy for a second.

Connor watched your face frowning in pain. He raised his hand murmuring an apology, but you pushed his hand away from you in a sight.

“What’s wrong with you Connor?” Wilson asked, his hand falling softly on your shoulder.

“I didn’t leave Cyberlife, they made me leave to keep you alive. The moment their eyes fell on you that day, they wanted to destroy you. I couldn’t stand the thought of it. I left in a stupid attempt to protect you. How wrong I was to think they would leave you in peace.”

The day you left still haunted you, you had given up everything after giving so much. Your dream shattered because of them.

You left, to protect him. Connor thought runned miles processing this information. It couldn’t be right. His hands tightened into a fist, feeling the weight of your action on him. He had all your motive and reason to free android from the Cyberlife program and human, to create the RA9 code. A revenge on Cyberlife, a way to protect him.

“You left to protect me?” He asked, his eyes wide open.

You avoid his gaze, closing your eyes.

“I gave my whole life to Cyberlife. Cyberlife was the work of my entire life. Did you really think i’d just leave? The IA, the android. I never stop working further in my research to improve everything we worked on. And i gave them you. You, Connor, you were meant to be the conclusion of years of research. The first android self-aware of his existence, of his actions. The greatest creation of all time. And i was asked to leave after giving them the greatest creation.” You were angry now. “Me. I did so much for Cyberlife. I could’ve done so much more. But this is what i got. My reward. This stupid council who couldn’t have done any of the things i did, throwing me away. Why do you think Cyberlife has been decaying for the past years?” You sight, leaning on the table, your palm flat on it. Then, you crossed Connor’s eyes.“What have they done to you?” You asked, seeing him so emotionless.

“I am not alive.” Was all he succeeds to say then. A laugh escaped your mouth after his comment as your heart broke in your chest, fighting the tears threatening to fall. Connor turned around, aiming for the exit door.

“You, not alive? No, Connor. Not after you begged me to protect your life, well aware of your possible fate, crying out of fear the council would want to see you deactivated, disassembled, destroyed, because you were just a prototype. Crying out of fear of death.” Another laugh fell from your lips, bitter, this time. “Yet, this fate for you is even worse. I never expected them to turn you into this. I am sorry Connor”

Connor felt something pulling on his thirium heart at the sound of your voice, the way you were apologizing, his hand moving over it, running a diagnosis. It was painful. He succeeded to pull himself together, before escaping the room who suddenly felt suffocating, agent Wilson right behind him.

“I thought she was humble. Seeing her with this ego make her more… Human. She does have a god complex” Wilson said, walking next to Connor thinking of your last words.

He had most of the answers now. Why wasn’t he happy? Why did it felt wrong? He wondered.

29 May, 23h30

Connor was heading back to the interrogation room, gathering all his thought together, he had figured he needed further information. They left the room around thirty minutes ago, the FBI agent following them for a quick debrief. Since they had clearly the reason of your action, they could proceed to arrest you properly now, keeping you in a cell.

That’s why, Once Connor entered the interrogation room, his eyes frown. The place was empty.

“Have anyone brought her into a cell?” He asked toward the guards who were supposed to watch the door.

“No”

Fuck.

“Get the precinct under lockdown now, we need to find her.”

5 December 2036

Your phone ringed a first time. With a sight, you took it, watching Elijah contact appeared for the first time in months. After you left without one goodbye, even to him, he had tried calling you, multiple time, texting you every day for two months, until he stopped.

From what you knew, he had been asked by Cyberlife to take over Connor’s project, RK800 android, texting you details of his work on him. He knew you cared for Connor. It pained you to leave both of them behind, but you didn’t get any choices.

Pressing the red button to ignore the phone call, you thought that would be the end of it. But no, the vibration of the phone on the table informing you of a notification. A voice mail.

Bringing your phone to your ear, you pressed the play button, earring his voice for the first time in six months now.

“Y/N. I… hum…” He was drunk. You heard the panicked in his voice. It had been years since he had one. “I really…” His voice was breaking, betraying tears, and the shallow breath. “I just…” He paused, and you heard him taking a deep breath. “Forget it.” the voice mail stopped.

Your heart broke, hearing your distressed friend. For a few minutes, your eyes stayed planted on the green button. Should you call him back? You pressed it. The phone ring for a second before Elijah answered.

“Y/N?” He asked, desperation in his voice.

You didn’t answer, pulling yourself together.

“Y/N, please.” His voice broke, once again. You could imagine him easily, his knee pressed against his chest, his head buried in his arms. He used to have panicked attack, you had seen him in this state a few times, until it stopped.

So, you did as you used to, taking his mind away from his thought.

“You know what i did today?” You asked.

“What did you do?” Elijah continued, forcing the words out of his mind.

“I played with Nirvana, we went to a lake. She had an excellent time.” Nirvana was a gift from Elijah. “What did you do today Elijah?”

A sniffle crossed the phone before you heard him say.

“I had a meet up with Cyberlife council and i went home to work on a new project.”

“Come on Kamski, i am going to need more details. Did you eat?” He chuckled at your question.

“Yes. Did you eat?” You looked at your forgotten now cold coffee on the table, sighting.

“No” You had no point in lying to him. “What was your favourite moment of the day?” You kept asking.

“Now. Now it is my favourite moment of the day.” From the way his voice sounded, he was still crying.

You nodded at his answer, tears gathering at the corner of your eyes. You took a deep breath.

“Did you walk somewhere?” so many simple questions to get him out of his mind.

And you continued for a while. After a good 15 minute, his breath had calmed down, he wasn’t crying any more. Once Elijah had calmed down, he told you the misery and new action the council wanted for Cyberlife. How miserable he felt there. Then, the two of you stayed silent for a moment, probably too afraid to say anything. Just staying at each other side.

“You don’t live in your house any more.” He stated after a while.

“No. I don’t.”

Another silence.

“When did it start again, the panic attack.” You asked, crawling on your chair, bringing your knees to your chest.

“Soon after you left.” You stayed silent at his revelation. “Please, come back. I miss you.” He whispered, voice breaking again. Your heart broke.

“I miss you too.” You chased a single tear rolling from your eyes. “But you know i can’t come back.”

“Connor, he…”

You smiled a little, he had referred to him as “he” not “it” like he used to. But you didn’t let him finish the rest.

“Don’t” You take a big breath, not wanting to know. “You should leave Cyberlife you know. If you’re miserable.”

“I can’t. It’s our work.”

“Come on, we both know it’s not our work any more. It hasn’t been like this for years now.” You sight, toying with the edge of your jumper. “Leave before it’s too late.” you said, your head falling on your desk chair.

“I know.”

Another silence. You could felt your heart twisting in your chest, about to say goodbyes. You didn’t want to, but you couldn’t bring him down with you, with your plan.

“I need you.” He confessed. The sting hit even harder, realising your action. You were about to leave your only friend.

“I need you too.” You whispered, your hand falling over your chest, pressing it, in a stupid attempt to temper the pain. You exhale sharply. “But i can’t risk involving you in what i am doing. It’s too dangerous.”

“Y/N, please.”

“I am sorry.” You paused, feeling the tears running hot on your cheek. “Goodbye Elijah.” you whispered, voice breaking in the end, hanging up, unable to contain yourself, you cried.

Heavy sobs escaping your throat, wondering if all of this was worth losing your best friend over.

29 May, 23h45

One of the guards had let you go. You had few officers by your side, helping you out for weeks now. He had taken down all the videotape recording before leading you out of the precinct, giving you the key to one of the cars. You would be far gone before they realised you had disappeared.

After a thirty-minute ride, you pulled the car down the alley, heading toward the door, anxiety creeping in your guts. It had been years since you last saw nor heard your friend. Even more since the last time you were here.

Elijah’s house.

You knock a first time. Then a second time, ringing the bell too. You were about to repeat the action a third time when the door swung open, revealing no one else than Chloe, the very first model. Your heart melted at the sight of her.

She stood there in the middle of the doorway looking at you for what felt like an eternity. You offered a small smile, waiting for her to act. What you didn’t expect from her, was the way she threw herself in your arms, hugging you tightly.

“Y/N, i missed you so much” She whispered in your neck.

Your arms wrapped around her form, hugging her back.

“I missed you too.”

Breaking the contact, your eyes fell on her eyes, filled with small tears and the shy smile she had on her face. Your hand moved to cup her face, swiping the tears from her eyes.

“Did you?” you let your question in the air, wondering if it were the right thing to ask. But she understood you.

“Yes.” She nodded. “I am alright.” She added, predicting your next question.

“Good.” You whispered, smiling at her.

“Elijah will be so happy to see you, please follow me.” She continued, taking your hand in hers.

“I am not sure of it.” you wanted to say but decided to keep your mouth shut.

She led you through the familiar house, searching for Elijah until the two of you arrived to his desk room. Chloe knocked on the door, squeezing your hand softly, feeling your stress, surely.

“Come back later. I am busy.” You heard his voice through the door.

“He is a little upset since the last thing Mystery Hack revealed.” Chloe said, seemingly annoyed with his attitude.

“I bet he is.” You whispered, something in you wanting to stay silent suddenly for whatever reason.

You knew, at the end of it, you’d have to leave again. Perhaps not seeing him would be easier to leave after. Chloe didn’t wait another second, opening the door walking in.

“Chloe, what did i say?” He started, raising his eyes from the computer.

Then he just stopped moving, seeing you behind Chloe, his entire body refusing to work. Certainly, he was seeing ghost. But, the huge smile adorning Chloe’s face and the little uncomfortable wave you gave him told him it was true. You were real.

“It was Y/N ringing at the door.” Chloe said, as Elijah walked toward both of you.

His face remained emotionless as he stopped a few meters from you. Chloe turned to you, unaware of what she should do.

“I am just going to leave. It was a bad idea. Sorry” You whispered, feeling really awkward, your eyes stuck on the suddenly fascinating floor.

Before you could even move, you heard footstep, then, you felt his arms wrapping around you, hugging you tightly, you managed to sneak your arms around him, hugging him back.

“You look awful” He whispered, his voice full of emotion.

And you laugh.

“Thank you.” You whispered back, hiding your head in his shoulder. He smelled like home. Your heart fell to your feet, aching.

It was like finding your home after years, knowing you’d had to leave forever soon.

Hello! Here is the third chapter, hope you enjoy the other part and will enjoy this one much more. Do not hesitate to give me your thoughts on this, really anything would make me happy.

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