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lanelane04 · 2 years

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Third Piece of the Puzzle

I just wanna see a happy family with the reader, Hank and Connor so I impulsively wrote this up at like 1am and I have no idea where this is going. But let me know what you think! This will be a series but it depends on how well my commitment issues will take it.

TW: this does deal with depression and grieving, alcoholism (from Hank) and suicidal intentions. Most of the story takes place from the game itself but just as a warning, please read with caution if those are a trigger.

Very minimal use of (y/n)!

Word count: 2.1k

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Hank Anderson.

He used to be admirable, a role model to look up to. He was someone people would use as a good example of how to be a cop. He was intimidating at first, but after getting to know him? He was the person with the biggest heart out of anyone you knew. He had trained other members of the police force, watching them become good people of law enforcement and get assigned to new partners. He had the title of the youngest lieutenant in Detroit history for a reason. He earned that promotion.

But, after the unfortunate incident with his son, everything changed for the worse.

Who could blame him though? Getting into a horrific car accident on a cold winter day, waiting around for news while your son is having emergency surgery and only being told by the android, who performed the surgery, comes in with nothing but dreadful news.

He couldn't focus on anything else that damn android was saying. In his head, it was so clearly the androids' fault. It was the one who did the surgery, it was the one who couldn't save his son, it's all the robot's fault.

He became everything but a role model for beginner police officers. He started snapping easily, he started relying on alcohol to cope with his grief, his depression, and the spiralling, loud and intruding thoughts that rang in his head. He started rocking up to work after midday, he even skipped work a couple of times. He used to be this, he wasn't that, he never did this, you'll never hear the end of it and neither will he. He couldn't see a way out of the spiral but the alcohol makes things easier temporarily.

He's lucky enough that Captain Fowler won't fire him, even after countless threats for doing so. He's lucky enough to still have a job regardless.

This is where you come into the picture.

You were a detective, you were in the homicide division and very occasionally, you would get assigned a case dealing with deviant androids.

You were his partner. He helped you write reports and show you how they should be written properly. He trained you, he watched you move up the rank and become a detective. He even treated you out to dinner as a little congratulatory party. You were someone he was proud of.

He would get assigned cases with you often; him protecting you and vice versa. Putting oneself in risky situations which lead to arguments after the case.

"Did you even think about how you could've gotten yourself killed by doing that?!"

"They were about to shoot you and you think I'm going to stand back and watch that happen?!"

None of you would let the day end without making up though. Whatever argument happens between the two of you needs to be resolved before any of you go back home.

The two of you would grab lunch together on your breaks, you would hang out outside of work and just have a couple of drinks and talk about anything and everything. He also made sure that his intentions were nothing but friendly since he did not want you to take things the wrong way. Bitching about work, very certain people even, an incident that happened in one of your personal lives. He would occasionally invite you over to his place to play with his son and his lovable dog, Sumo. Sometimes he would even just invite you over to watch the game, only to be shushed by Cole whenever the two of you were being too loud.

He considered you one of his closest friends, family even.

He felt a little embarrassed to consider someone who was relatively younger than him as one of his closest friends, which earned a laugh out of you when he told you one night.

"Seriously, Hank? You're worrying over that?"

"Hey, I never said I was worried about it. I just find it a bit embarrassing being friends with a kid."

"Oh, come on! You're not that old, you're only... Double my age."

"You make me feel old."

But did he care about what others might think?

Never and that hasn't changed.

He started to decline your offers of going out for lunch runs. He wouldn't come up to your desk every morning and annoy you before starting his work. When the two of you went out drinking, it wasn't the same.

He would drink until he could barely walk while you would try and talk him out of the drinks. You would have to drive him home, force him to drink water, give mandatory pets to Sumo, and force him into bed.

Every time, right before you leave his bedroom, he would always call out to you and you would always reply.

"I'm sorry, please don't leave me."

"I'm always here for you, Hank."

Not matter how kind-hearted and understanding you can be of his situation, you need to look after yourself too. Doing this every single week for months on end? It's not healthy. He's becoming slightly dependent on you. It gets tiring looking after someone who's struggling, but if they're not doing anything to help themselves without relying on you, should you really be putting in all that time and effort in?

You can, but there's always a limit.

As much as you love Hank and his old man ways, you can't keep doing this. You're important too. You need to put yourself first.

So you started distancing yourself from him. It hurts doing so, but god was it painful for him to see you avoid him. Even the awkward small talk was unbearable. What happened to keeping things open between the two of you? You knew he would understand if you told him but would he take it well? Absolutely not. You were all he had after Cole's passing.

He knows it's his fault you haven't been doing well and he knows you're avoiding him for the sake of your well-being, he knows. Not only did he lose his son, but he had also managed to lose someone who was family to him, all because of him. It's another spiral he has fallen into.

Androids have become more and more popular. They're everywhere; running their owners' errands, working at any job and place you'll see, helping their owner with a task or simply keeping them company. They're only doing what they're told to do and what they're programmed for.

Captain Fowler had assigned him to be Hank's partner, even after knowing the hatred for androids the old man has. Connor had been assigned to cases involving deviant androids. As much as Fowler wanted him to start straight away, Hank didn't seem to come into work that day.

There was a lack of people in the station tonight, maybe the people on the night shift haven't started yet. The sound of faded pages flipping, chairs rolling and sluggish footsteps filled the room. He walked over to an officer and began his line of questioning.

"Excuse me, I hope I'm not disturbing you." You looked up at him, fatigue clear as ever on your face. You looked him up and down, taking in his presence before speaking. Why did they make an android look so handsome?

"Not at all, can I help you with something?"

"I was hoping you would know where Lieutenant Anderson is at this time." He saw your tired smile drop immediately. He thought of all the reasons as to why you suddenly seemed saddened by the name. What happened? Were you close? Did he do something to you?

"What's your business with him, if you don't mind me asking."

"Captain Fowler has assigned me to work with him as his partner. We will be working on cases involving deviant androids." His voice was monotone, with little to no emotion, no fluctuations in his tone, nothing like that. He stood with his hands clasped in front of him, patiently waiting for your response.

"Hank isn't going to like the news of that. I can't believe he's on deviant androids as well..." You mumbled to yourself. "He should be at Jimmy's Bar, I can show you the way there if you'd like?" He nodded to your request, stepping back as he watched you turn off your terminal and grab your jacket. He could easily find the bar himself and he should've declined your offer, it would've been quicker to find him, alone. "What's your name? I don't think I ever got it."

"My name is Connor, I've been sent by CyberLife to assist DPD." You introduced yourself, telling him about which division you're in. You brought up the fact that you have been assigned several cases involving deviants, more as a sign for him to know that he can go to you if he's stuck.

Not like he'll ever need the help.

The walk to the bar wasn't awkward, if anything, you were enjoying the interaction with the android. Connor was interesting, he's unique. It felt good within you, finally having a conversation that wasn't work-related or Detective Reed annoying the living shit out of you. You have other officers that interacted with you, but none filled the gap of a true connection. You missed it.

You missed Hank.

"May I ask you a personal question, detective?"

"Of course, you can, Connor. You're free to ask me anything. But please, just call me (Y/N)." You waited at the zebra crossing, waiting for the pedestrian lights to turn green because you know damn well Connor will be on your ass for jaywalking.

"What's your relationship with Lieutenant Anderson?" He looked down at you, observing your reaction. "You seemed upset by me mentioning him earlier. Has something happened between the two of you?" Do you tell him? Have you told anyone about what happened? Have you been bottling this all up this entire time? Was it right for you to just start emotionally spilling everything to him, at this very moment?

Wow, Hank was really your only friend at the station, how sad.

"We... We used to be close." You started hesitantly. How were you supposed to go on about this? Why is it taking so long for the light to go green? "I used to be his partner before I got my promotion. We still worked on cases together though, just not as much." The blaring noise of the pedestrian light going green interrupted. The two walked to the other side and continued their walk.

"I won't go into too much detail but... Something bad happened that turned Hank into the person he is today. I tried to help him but it was starting to have a bad impact on me when trying to look after him." You saw the neon sign of Jimmy's Bar come into view, making you stop in your tracks.

The feeling of anxiety rushed through you. You came here all the time. Was it because you knew that Hank was inside? When was the last time you talked to him? Or even made eye contact with him? You've spent so long avoiding him, even with occasional awkward small talk. When was the last time you sat down with him and had a chat about anything and everything? How long has it been?

"So I stopped talking to him, for my own sake. You can ask him about it but maybe after getting to know him a bit." The android stood in front of you and nodded. His circle LED showed an orange hue before going back to a calm blue. He had been listening intently to every word you spoke, making sure to not miss a single thing.

"I will head in and see if the lieutenant is inside. Thank you for showing me the way, have a good night." He gave you a nod before making his way towards the entrance of the bar.

"Wait, Connor." He felt the warmth of your hand grip around his wrist. He stared down at you, tilting his head in confusion. You looked like you were having an internal argument with yourself. The way you opened your mouth but nothing came out, the way you avoided making eye contact with him, the tight, trembling grip you had on his hand.

"Is something the matter?"

"Hank is a good person, Connor. He didn't use to be the person you're about to meet. Please trust me on that." Once again, his LED flickered an orange amber before returning to blue.

"I will keep that noted." When you finally looked up at him, relief shown on your face. You let go of his wrist but for some reason, he didn't want you to. He stared down at you, confused about the software instability notification popping up on his window. "I should get going now."

"Oh, of course! Sorry, Connor." And with that, you turned around and started making your way back to the station. Should he keep an eye on you until you got out of sight? It's late, anything could happen at this time of night. He's already stalled enough time on his current mission, he should be going now. He can't waste any more time.

Software Instability^

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honey-beann · 1 year

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Ruiner, Ruination (RK900 x Reader)

Chapter 5: An Overwhelming Overture - Insight

Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis:

Part one of another two part special that tells the tale of the infamous DPD mandatory gala, and all of the things that can happen in apartments and empty hallways.

In this part, everyone's favorite duo deals with an injury that requires a lot of teamwork, which may or may not lead to them growing a bit… closer so to speak. What will happen at the Gala? How are Reader and Nines doing after Reader's long drop from the Hughes family attic? And how did Hank and Connor get dragged into this mess?

AKA: Reader gets hurt, Nines experiences guilt, and they both have to learn to adjust for the sake of the other's sanity. What could go wrong?

Chapter Content Warnings:

Mentions of injury

Mentions of blood

Mentions of death

Vague android self harm

Word Count: 8,510

You sighed nervously as you entered into the foyer, fighting the urge to adjust the sling on your right arm as your gaze shifted from person to person.

Everyone here was dressed in formal attire, no one wanting to disappoint Fowler or the higher ups with less than stellar clothing on a night like this one.

Tonight was the Detroit City First Responder and Civic Services Gala, one of very few events the entire department was expected to attend annually, and here you were, in your very best dress, with a trademark blue sling supporting the shoulder injury you'd received while working the Hughes case six days ago.

How fun.

Well, at least you looked good.

Your dress was long and black, with a thin slit that ran up your right thigh in a way that nearly revealed the light bruising present there.

And suddenly, standing there in the foyer, your mind flashed back to that night without warning.

You had only just come to after passing out mid-fall during your death defying drop from the third story of the Hughes' House, and every nerve in your body felt as if it was on fire.

But the most notable feeling by far was that of cool fingers, long and thin, pressing hard into the flesh of your upper thigh with enough force to leave the aforementioned bruising even days afterward.

Even still, you had neglected to mention said bruising to Nines, even after you'd realized it was his intense grip that had caused it.

You didn't want to make him feel bad for something that, if nothing else, almost seemed to show how deeply he cared for your well being, so afraid to lose his grip on you and let you down (literally), that he had held you tight enough for it to bruise.

It was about as sweet as Nines could get, honestly.

You swayed a bit on your feet, eyes unfocused as the familiar feeling of falling unconscious began to overcome you once more, just as it had shortly after you'd felt Nines' hands on your neck and thigh that night, and you were only brought back to reality by the faint smell of cedar and clary sage, the familiarity of it causing you to refocus your gaze with a sharp intake of breath.

You looked over to find your partner, the source of the familiar scent in question, taking in his curious and mildly concerned expression as he looped his arm through yours, as if worried you might fall over without the extra support.

"Are you feeling alright, Detective?"

He asked cautiously, his words slow and purposeful in a way that made you focus intently on each individual syllable.

You nodded quickly, although perhaps too much so based on the face that Nines made in response,

"I'm fine, just a little distracted is all."

You reassured gently, noting the look of subtle displeasure that flickered across Nines' features before he was right back to his same neutral and vaguely disapproving expression.

"I see. Would you prefer it if I found you a seat, then?"

You thought for a brief moment before shaking your head, offering your partner a mostly genuine smile as you did so,

"I'm alright to stand. I have plenty of support if I need it."

You joked, watching as Nines rolled his eyes in response, guiding you further into the venue where most of your fellow coworkers and various other supporters of the DPD were mingling, their conjoined conversations melding into one loud noise as you grew further away from the foyer entrance.

The sudden shift in sound made you feel dizzy for a few moments, your mind briefly flashing back to the shouts and clamor that had surrounded you as the scene of your previous case effectively crumbled to dust behind you.

Thankfully, there had been no casualties or injuries amongst your coworkers (save for your own), but as you thought back to that night you couldn't stop your mind from conjuring up the image of the little android girl you had so desperately wanted to save.

Gwyneth.

She had been blonde, although the blood of her abusive guardians had dyed her hair a sickly orange, and she had been so incredibly excited when you'd mentioned knowing Connor. She was just like so many other little girls, she had idols, loved her family, felt fear, and was so undoubtedly alive that it sickened you to know that a great deal of people didn't believe that to be true.

You could remember so vividly the way her fear had consumed her, blue blood staining that matted orange hair as she slammed her head against the floor again and again in an attempt to end the influx of negative emotions she was feeling.

"It was self destruction."

Nines had explained to you afterward while sitting in the arm chair you kept in your living room, his gaze cast downward as he spoke, guilt weighing heavily on his shoulders whether he would ever admit such a thing aloud or not.

"It is common in deviants, especially those who have only recently deviated or are younger and more prone to rashness as a part of their protocol. There was nothing you could have done to stop her once she started."

The unspoken words at the end of his sentence were that what had happened to Gwyneth was therefore not your fault, but you couldn't bring yourself to address that wordless promise, the same way that your partner hadn't been able to bring himself to say it outright.

Neither of you wanted to talk about the guilt you harbored over that night,

Yours for letting both Gwyneth and your partner down when they had trusted you,

And Nines' for allowing you to be hurt when he had promised no harm would come to you.

Of course, in the end, a simple dislocation because of your arm positioning upon being caught was far less severe than any injuries you would have received otherwise.

But your android companion seemed to struggle to see that as a positive.

In his eyes, you never should have been injured at all,

It never should have been possible.

Suddenly though, and without any warning, you were thrown back into the present, this time by a voice that pulled you far from the recesses of your inner thoughts in a single moment.

"Hello, you two, enjoying the evening so far?

You smiled up at the speaker, nodding politely as you addressed him,

"Of course sir, how could we not?

You spoke to your captain formally, grinning up at him as he gave you an apologetic smile of his own.

"I'm glad to hear it, Y/n, as well as to see you in attendance tonight. I was happy to learn that RK900 was willing to help you make your way around safely the same way he did with your reintegration into the department on Monday. It has been great to see the successes of your partnership within the office this past week."

You let your gaze flicker over to your partner, who was regarding the captain with the same cool politeness he always did, his eyes meeting yours for the briefest of moments before they moved back to Captain Fowler once more.

You let him take the lead of the conversation after that brief look of acknowledgement, and as you further considered the captain's previous words, you felt your mind leave you once more as you recalled all of the ways in which Nines had supported you throughout the past week.

You remembered vividly the way he had looked when you had awoken for the second time on the night of the case, this time in a hospital rather than in the arms of your partner.

You had panicked briefly before you'd caught sight of him sitting there, tie loosened around his neck, collar unbuttoned, and jacket foregone entirely as he sat in stasis mode, his only obvious movements being the rise and fall of his chest due to his internal fans, and his eyelids as they fluttered ever so slightly on occasion, as if he could sense you looking at him even when he wasn't aware of the world around him.

You had watched him like that for a while, surprised to note that it had been the very first time you had seen him in even vaguely casual clothing. Sure, it was just the usual pieces of his uniform being worn in new ways, but still, it almost made him look like a completely different person.

You continued to admire him even as your eyelids grew heavier with sleep, taking in the way that one of his long legs crossed over the other as he sat, straight as a board, at your bedside.

He'd looked almost painfully beautiful like that, and you could recall that being your final thought before you finally succumbed to slumber once more, your dreams that night so incredibly vivid that you could envision them even now.

They came in bright flashes and short bursts,

The feeling of his broad shoulders beneath your hands,

His fingers digging into your thigh,

His voice rumbling in your ear,

Breaths cold and short,

His hand in yours.

Disastrous.

You had awoken with a start the following morning, surprised to find that save for you, your room was entirely empty.

You looked around for a few moments, attempting to sit up in order to get a better view when a sharp pain burst throughout your right shoulder.

You let out a low groan of pain and settled back down into the bed, jumping ever so slightly as the door to your room began to open, revealing your partner and three other figures as they entered quietly.

Nines was the first of the group to notice that you were awake, and he regarded you with a quiet relief as he walked over to your bedside, his LED blinking yellow as he scanned you for any concerns.

You watched him for a few seconds, confused, before you recalled the other individuals in the room, recognition hitting you hard as you shifted your gaze to look them over.

"Hank? Connor?"

You asked, your tone revealing more of your surprise than you'd intended as you took in the sight of your two coworkers, who were just about the closest thing to friends you had due to your busy work schedule.

"Hello, Detective."

Connor greeted politely, a soft smile gracing his lips as he stood towards the end of your hospital bed, shifting to the right a bit as Hank moved to stand beside him.

"Hey Kid, how ya feelin?"

He asked gruffly, and you attempted to shrug in response, only to wince in pain.

Nines shot a glance towards the unidentified individual who had entered the room with the three of them, and it was only then that you noticed he was a doctor rather than another visitor.

"Don't worry, the pain is completely normal."

He clarified immediately, smiling as he approached the side of your bed that Nines wasn't standing at,

"She doesn't have any serious injuries, but she did dislocate her right shoulder. It should start feeling better within a week or two, but I'll send her home in a sling to make sure it heals well."

You groaned internally about being spoken about as if you weren't there, but chose not to say anything. It sounded like if you played your cards right you might just be able to head home, and there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to sleep in your own bed.

"So she can be discharged after you help her into the sling?"

Nines asked, his tone betraying his look of pure disinterest as he looked you over for any further injuries.

"I don't see why not."

The doctor replied soon after, checking his tablet for any necessary information he may have been missing before he continued,

"I'll have a nurse bring in a sling and her discharge papers in a few minutes. I take it that one of you can take care of that for her?"

Nines nodded immediately as his gaze met yours once again,

"I can."

The doctor nodded before heading out of the room to grab a nurse that would be able to assist him, leaving the four of you to wait for his eventual return.

Thankfully, it did not take very long for the doctor to get your sling on, nor did it take very long for Nines to finish up your discharge paperwork, and thus you were exiting the hospital within the hour, nothing in your possession save for your cell phone.

"You guys need a ride?"

Hank asked gruffly as the four of you slowly made your way towards the exit, and Nines seemed to think for a moment before he answered for the both of you,

"A ride would be beneficial, Lieutenant. Thank you."

Hank shrugged and lead the way to the parking garage, unlocking his car remotely as you approached in order to allow everyone access.

As if you had all done this a million times before, everyone slid into a seat quickly, with Hank driving and Connor in the passenger seat.

You and Nines on the other hand sat on opposite ends of the back seat, both of you nodding in confirmation when Hank asked if everyone was buckled in.

Thus began the drive back to your apartment.

Silence filled the vehicle for the first few minutes of the drive as everyone took the time to relax after a long day, until suddenly, Hank spoke up for the first time since you'd left the parking garage.

"I'm not gonna lie to you Kid, I'm kinda jealous of the whole injured shoulder thing. I've been looking for an excuse to get out of Jeffrey's annual DPD gala bullshit for weeks now, and I've still got nothin."

You groaned in response, cursing as you leaned back against the seat,

"Fuck, is that this week? I already bought my dress for it, and it's nonrefundable. The hell am I supposed to do with that now?"

Your ears perked up as Connor spoke from the front seat, his voice light and almost amused as he spoke,

"If you still wish to attend, I'm sure that RK900 would be perfectly suited to accompany you safely in spite of your injuries."

You raised your brow at that statement, resisting the urge to lean forward towards Connor and risk exacerbating the low thrum of pain already present in your shoulder.

"Perfectly suited?"

You asked cautiously, turning to face your partner as he hummed in confirmation from the seat beside you, looking rather unamusedly at his predecessor.

"I believe that Connor is referring to my extensive medical knowledge pertaining to the human body. It was originally intended to bolster my chances of success during my original mission in the case of... unnecessary casualties. As a result, I am theoretically capable of supplying better support to injured individuals that require it."

You bit back a laugh at that, amused at the idea of your normally standoffish partner attempting to provide someone with care.

"I have no idea why you wouldn't have told me any of this sooner, 'Nurse Nines' has a great ring to it."

You continued to hold back laughter as you spoke, and your partner, though barely sparing you a glance at your words, allowed his lips to curl upward ever so slightly at the edges, his gaze aimed out the window as you grew closer and closer to your apartment.

The rest of the ride was fairly silent, save for the occasional comment from Hank or the exceedingly bad joke from you.

It was nice. You didn't get the opportunity to hang out with friends due to your busy job, and honestly, this was as close as you'd gotten to doing so in a long time.

When you finally did arrive back home, you thanked both Hank and Connor profusely for coming to visit you at the hospital, and made them both promise to let you treat them to a night out sometime soon (although what benefit that could possibly have for Connor, you weren't sure yet).

You waved to them from the front door of your building as Hank slowly pulled back into the road, sparing both you and your icy looking companion a wave of his own before he drove off towards home.

Afterward, you turned to face Nines once more, taking a deep breath before you spoke,

"So, how bad do you think this is gonna hurt?"

You asked, referencing the long stair-filled walk up to your apartment on the fourth floor of the tall brick building that stood before the two of you. You were not looking forward to the jostling all of those steps had in store for your shoulder, nor the long walk up with no railing since the only one was to your right.

Nines gave a fake contemplative hum of response at your words before he tossed the jacket he'd been carrying over his shoulder, freeing up his hands to better help you ascend the steps.

"Depends on how determined you are to struggle."

"Wha- Hey!"

You could've sworn you heard Nines chuckle at your reaction as he lifted you unceremoniously off the ground, one arm supporting your neck while the other rested beneath your knees.

"Feel free to place your arm on my shoulder if it provides it better support, Detective. Though I can't imagine this will take me very long at all."

You huffed in response to your partner's teasing tone, but relented nonetheless, supporting your injured shoulder against his body as he made quick work of the stairs leading up to your apartment.

It was only then, as he set you down just outside of your door in order to allow you the opportunity to unlock it, that you realized that he had never actually been inside before. It wasn't like you were hiding it from him or anything, but even still you couldn't help but feel a rush of nerves as you inserted your key in the lock. twisting it slowly until you felt the deadbolt recede, allowing you to turn the handle and use your foot to push the door inward, causing it to swing forward.

"Home sweet home."

You muttered as you walked inside, attempting to bend over to remove your shoes only to hiss as yet another bolt of pain ran through your injured shoulder.

"Sit down, Detective,"

Nines' voice was stern as it sounded out from behind you, and almost immediately you did as you were told, too distracted by the pain to bother putting up a fight for the sake of your dignity.

"Thank you,"

He began, a hint of satisfaction evident within his tone,

"Now, elaborate upon what it is you need in order to be more comfortable please. I have no sense of what that entails."

You nodded to show your understanding before you opened your mouth to speak,

"Right um... My shoes first I guess, after that I think I can figure everything else out on my own..."

That wasn't really the truth, since you knew how horrendous putting on a new shirt and pants was going to feel later that evening, but you weren't about to admit that to Nines and risk having him insist on helping you with that task too.

You'd much rather take your chances with the unbridled agony.

Nodding in response to your previous words, Nines knelt down in front of you to untie your shoe laces, adept fingers pulling at them until they came undone entirely. Afterward, you watched as he grabbed your foot by the ankle, cupping it within his palm as he began to pull it off slowly, as if worried he could hurt you if he went any faster.

Once that was over and done with, he moved on to the other shoe, expertly removing that one as well before helping you up gently, looking around the room as he did so.

"Are you sure there is nothing else that you may require assistance for, Detective? I am perfectly content to help with whatever you may need."

You shook your head in response to your partners words, leaning your good shoulder against the doorway between the kitchen and the living room as you addressed him,

"I'll be fine, Nines, It's a dislocation not a break. I'll see you at work tomorrow?"

The android in front of you nodded in the affirmative,

"Of course. I can come and pick you up if that would be helpful. Though I would need to borrow your car in order to do so."

You thought for a moment before shrugging your shoulders,

"Yeah sure, what the hell, you already drive it damn near as much as I do anyway."

You fished your keys out of your pocket before tossing them to him, watching as he caught them with ease.

He looked over to you again afterward, keys jingling a bit as he adjusted them within his hand,

"Please contact me if you require any assistance, Detective."

You smirked at him, raising a brow in response,

"Whatever you say, Nurse Nines. I would hate to strip you of a patient to care for."

The man in front of you rolled his eyes but grinned ever so slightly nonetheless as he approached the door once more, swinging it open and taking a step into the hall before he called back behind him.

"Oh, Little Mouse?"

He called, his tone haughty and unconcerned.

"Yeah?"

You answered meekly, praying he wasn't about to say anything abundantly humiliating for all of your neighbors to hear as if the nickname wasn't already bad enough.

"I would be more than capable of supporting you on your venture to the gala later this week. If that would be of interest to you."

And with that he was gone, the door closing abruptly behind him and the sound of his footsteps slowly fading into the distance as he went.

And after that, Nines' help had only grown more and more crucial.

It had started off small, helping with your shoes each day and taking on the majority of typing for your conjoined reports, but eventually, you'd been forced to admit you needed more support than you'd initially let on after one too many issues with injury.

After that, you were finally willing to ask for extra help, especially when it came to things like cooking, cleaning, and various other embarrassing chores you would've preferred to simply do on your own.

One incredibly embarrassing example of the extra support you needed was what you were now lovingly referring to as "the pants incident", but that was far too much for you to think about right now.

No, now you were thinking of how well you had worked with Nines throughout the week, reading him various cases aloud to help as best you could with the paperwork process that you were now effectively useless to support him with.

Of course, both of you knew that things would go even faster if Nines had done the reading himself in the background of doing said paperwork, but truth be told, you both enjoyed the teamwork aspect of the routine. It gave you something to do, and it ensured that Nines wouldn't be distracted by your nonsensical need for entertainment every few minutes.

Needless to say, it was a good system, and it wasn't even close to the only one that the two of you had developed in response to your injury.

For example, you would work together to make you coffee in the break room, with you gathering materials while Nines did all of the two handed motions required, such as stirring, packing the coffee machine, and pouring the milk and sugar.

But truthfully, the most beneficial thing Nines had done for you thus far had occurred today, when he'd helped you into your ridiculously long gala dress.

You had been hoping to avoid requiring any clothing related help, especially when it came to the type of clothing that you had to be almost entirely naked to put on, but even so, there was no way you could have managed the task of getting that dress on alone.

He had shown up at your door at 6:00pm on the dot, just as he'd said he would earlier in the day, and you had to fight the urge to bite back an audible whine of frustration when you realized he'd arrived in time to learn of your embarrassing dilemma.

For the past six days, you had been wearing solely sweatpants and tee shirts to work after receiving special permission from Fowler, and honestly you'd managed to get pretty good at getting dressed in the mornings.

But this dress? This was a whole new obstacle for you to worry about.

Currently, you had it pooled upon the floor, perfectly maneuvered for you to step into and pull up, except you lacked the motor capabilities necessary to do that incredibly important last step.

And those straps? Those were basically a death trap without extra help with getting them onto your shoulder.

You sat on the edge of your bed, desperately wishing you had the ability to place your head in your hands as you tried to find a solution before your android partner assumed you'd hurt yourself and burst into your apartment, leaving you with a mess and a door bill you had no interest in paying.

Nines knocked again, louder this time, and fearing for your wallet, you forced yourself up slowly, careful to nurse your still bruised shoulder, which was currently without the sling you typically used to support it, since you had been about to attempt the insane feat of putting on a dress.

"Coming!"

You called out as you tugged on your bathrobe, walking quickly towards the door before unlocking and opening it, glaring a bit at the man who stood on the other side.

"You literally have a key, Nines, I've been using the spare since I gave you my key ring with my regular apartment key on it so you could take the car."

Your partner shrugged and brushed past you, looking you up and down slowly with a slight tilt of his head.

"You aren't dressed? I thought you said you wanted to be at the event by 6:30 tonight. I'm not sure how that will be possible if you have yet to get ready."

You resisted the urge to shoot your partner another glare as you shifted your gaze towards the floor, feeling warmth rise to your cheeks as you spoke,

"I tried to get ready. The dress is too long to pull all the way up by myself with my shoulder still injured."

Nines was silent for a few moments before he gave a brief nod of understanding and stepped closer to you, using his heel to close your apartment door behind him as he did so.

"Would you like some assistance?"

You blanched at that, certain your cheeks were bright pink as you continued to keep your gaze fixed on your kitchen floor, lips unable to form words as you tried to think of some way to respond to that question.

The android standing before you watched with vague amusement and slight confusion as you continued to look anywhere but at him, and he crossed his arms and sighed before he elaborated upon his earlier question,

"I can close my eyes, if you would prefer. I can assure you that I do not require vision to assist you in pulling a dress up and maneuvering some fabric over your shoulders for you."

You rolled your eyes at his ever persistent confidence before you gave in and nodded slowly, turning around and leading the man in question quietly to your bedroom, where he made his way over to the dress that was lying on the floor without a word, gesturing for you to stand before him as he prepared to ready the dress for you to step into while he was holding it.

Swallowing thickly, you sighed, moving to stand with your back to your partner and watching as his hands appeared from behind you, maneuvering around your body before holding the dress before you expectantly.

"Step in first, after that I can close my eyes and you can take your robe off."

He murmured, his voice coming from behind and below you as he knelt on the floor to ensure you wouldn't have to take too high of a step in order to get your legs into the dress.

You nodded softly, trying to ignore the subtle heat that emanated off of Nines as you stepped into the long black gown he was holding between his finger tips.

"Done."

You said softly, your voice almost meek as you resisted the urge to fidget, knowing full well that the android behind you would notice instantly and call you out before you could even think of a good excuse as to why you were doing it.

"Alright Detective, my eyes are closed. You can remove your robe now. I will not open until you tell me to."

Desperate to dissipate some of the tension in the air, you let out a nervous laugh as you clumsily untied the knot at the front of your bathrobe,

"Until I tell you to? Since when do you take orders?"

You joked, letting the robe drop to the floor in front of you, shivering ever so slightly as the cool night air drifting in from your open bedroom window hit your bare torso.

Nines let out a low hum in response to your teasing, but didn't say a word as he slowly started to pull your dress upward, his knuckles occasionally grazing your thighs and hips as he moved the fabric skillfully up your frame, stopping when his hand grazed your upper back, which left you fighting off yet another, far less temperature related, shiver in response.

"Can you put your hand through the strap if I lower it a bit?"

He asked calmly, feeling to you like the very antithesis of yourself with his grounded attitude and unbothered feelings towards the situation you were in.

"Yeah, I just need it a tiny bit lower and I can get it in."

You murmured, feeling the hair on the back of your neck stand up as your partner's artificial breaths hit it, and you were surprised to find that they were slightly warm rather than cold the way that they usually were.

Strange.

Without a word, Nines lowered the right strap of your dress, and you slid your hand in without issue, thus allowing him to pull it the rest of the way up before situating it gently on your injured shoulder.

"Does that feel alright, Detective?"

He asked, his voice low and smooth in a way that had you hoping all of this would be over before too long, because you weren't sure how long you could endure torture like this.

You cleared your throat in response, giving several quick nods to answer his question,

"Feels perfect. Wanna hand me the other one? I can do that myself."

You said quietly, hearing a light and affirmative hum from behind you as Nines placed the left strap into your left hand, allowing you to maneuver it upward before pulling the built in bra portion of the dress to your chest, adjusting things accordingly before you spoke up again,

"Would you mind zipping me up?"

You asked, resisting the urge to shift your weight between your feet as Nines replied,

"Not at all, Little Mouse. May I open my eyes?"

There was a teasing lilt to his tone that made you inhale sharply, and you prayed that he hadn't noticed as you struggled to regain your ability to speak.

"Oh yeah, sorry..."

You trailed off, having forgotten about his previous promise to leave his eyes closed until you said otherwise almost entirely before he'd brought it back up again, leaving your cheeks red and your hands clenched slightly where they hung.

You bit back a surprised gasp as the sudden feeling of a cool hand pressed against the warm skin of your back as Nines used his other hand to deftly pull at your long zipper, which began to close to your lower back and ended just below your shoulder blades.

He zipped your dress slowly, breath still slightly warm on the back of your neck as he moved your hair out of the way, voice incredibly close to your ear as he made his way towards the end of the zipper.

"How does it feel, Little Mouse?"

He asked, the sound of his voice, ever so slightly lower than usual, so close to your ear making you shiver involuntarily for the third time that night.

Your brain felt fuzzy and far away as you tried to think up a reply, eventually squeaking out an embarrassed,

"Fine!"

Before the android behind you hummed in response, taking a step away that had you briefly missing the almost unnoticeable warmth of his body before you snapped out of it and took your own step forward before turning to face your partner who was stood behind you, gaze locked on your form as you gave him a nervous laugh,

"How does it look? Gala appropriate?"

Your partner gave a subtle nod before his gaze moved upward towards your own, causing you to realize with a start just how long he had been looking you over.

"It is perfectly suitable for tonight's event."

He said cooly after a few moments of silence, picking your sling up off of your bed not long after he finished speaking in order to help you put it back on.

And it was only then, your chest just inches away from his own as he helped you put on your sling, that you started to notice what your partner was wearing tonight.

Nines was dressed in a grey turtleneck sweater with black dress slacks, the silver watch adorning his wrist catching in the light of your bedroom as he adjusted the strap of your sling accordingly.

God where did he get his clothing?

It seemed that everything that Nines wore was perfectly tailored to fit his trim but imposing frame, every single detail perfect in every possible way no matter where he went or what he was wearing.

Talk about unfair.

"Is everything alright, Detective?"

The sound of your partners voice, this time from what sounded like very far away, caused you to start, and suddenly, without warning, you were tossed right out of your own thoughts and back into reality, only to find that Captain Fowler had excused himself to greet more guests and that Nines was staring down at you intensely, his hand gripping your arm in a way that was almost forceful.

"Detective?"

He repeated, eyes burning into your own as you cleared your throat awkwardly, giving your partner a nervous grin as he continued his unwavering ocular interrogation, eyes narrowing as he tried to discern what exactly was going on.

Thankfully enough for you though, you must have looked far more lucid than you had previously, because after a few seconds of this he relented, loosening his grip on your good arm before he motioned over to the bar.

"It would be best if you had some water, Detective. You appeared to be more than a little bit dazed for quite some time during my discussion with the captain."

You started shaking your head, only to groan audibly as your partner began to guide you towards the bar against the wall to your right, his hand never leaving your arm as he did so,

"It was not a suggestion, Little Mouse."

He said, his tone almost stern as he helped you into one of many empty bar stools before gesturing for the bartender, ordering you an ice water as you turned your attention towards some of the other people at the bar, your coworker Chris included.

"Y/n!"

He said excitedly, grinning as if he hadn't seen you at your desk just hours prior as he moved to sit at the empty stool to your right, his gaze briefly flickering to your still occupied partner before he looked towards you once more.

"Hey Chris."

You greeted with a smile, looking around to see if he had brought any of his family members with him to the gala,

"Did you not bring your wife or son? I thought you just told me the other day that you had a little suit ready to go and everything."

You teased, and your friend laughed as he shrugged his shoulders,

"Eh, turns out kids have to have strict bed times when they're still that young. I'll convince the wife to let him go next year, or to at least get a babysitter so she can come along."

You laughed at his response, having only just opened your mouth to reply when a familiar hand placed a cup of water on the bar top in front of you from behind.

You shifted your gaze back to Chris only to find he was grinning slightly at the very same figure who had brought you your water, his eyes flickering between the two of you before they settled behind you once more.

You shifted slightly in your seat, turning your head to see that Nines was standing directly behind your back, watching you expectantly until you finally relented to his wordless command with a sigh and drank some of the water he had insisted upon you getting.

When you set the cup down again, Nines didn't look entirely pleased, but he was significantly less pointed with his expectations than before, so you took what you could get and turned your attention back towards Chris, who was still watching the two of you with what appeared to be amusement.

"And what's so funny?"

You asked, your tone betraying your tough guy question as you watched Chris roll his eyes at you,

"Oh nothing, I'm just wondering how much you must've drank already to have the android on water duty."

You scoffed at your friend and placed your left hand to your chest as if offended,

"Excuse you, officer, but I haven't had a drink all night long, so you can cool it with those accusations of yours. Besides, I couldn't drink even if I wanted to, Nines has decided I must be the most severely dehydrated woman on earth and has restricted me to only drinking water for the remainder of my time at the event."

You could almost feel the eye roll that Nines gave in response to that, his voice cool and unbothered as he replied,

"You may drink whatever you please, Detective. I may be acting on your best interest at the moment, but I can assure you that I have no intention of baby sitting you all night."

You felt your cheeks turn bright pink at his words as Chris burst out laughing at his response,

"He got your ass!"

He all but cackled, arms wrapping around his stomach as he leaned forward on his bar stool, and you had to resist the urge to nudge him off with your foot as you prayed this humiliation would be over soon.

Luckily enough for you, it appeared that Chris had a few beers in his system and didn't have much of an attention span to work with, because when he came back up from his raucous laughter, wiping a tear from his eye as he did so, he had an entirely different topic at the tip of his tongue.

"By the way, did either of you stop by the Hughes crime scene again after the incident?"

He asked, and you hid your slight grimace at the reminder of the case behind your glass as you sipped at your water.

"No."

Nines responded far before you could, having been so dreadfully occupied with your water, and you were just about to apologize for his curtness when Chris nodded.

"Yeah, I didn't think so. But when Tina and I got there today it was crazy, the whole house is a pile of rubble, and the city apparently has no idea what to do with it since they don't want to bother spending any money to rebuild or even clean it up. It's a huge shit show, I do not envy the poor soul that has to deal with that property now that the family is gone."

You nodded absent mindedly, placing your glass on the bar as you felt yourself slowly slipping into your own memories once more, the reminder of the case bringing back the sounds, smells, and sights that night had unfortunately had in store for yourself and everyone else who had been present on the scene. You were just about to let yourself go entirely when the feeling of someone grabbing your good arm once more planted you firmly back into reality, your eyes widening a little when you'd realized what had happened.

You looked over to the owner of the hand that had gripped your arm, unsurprised to find your ever vigilant partner all but glaring down at you, concern and what almost looked to be anger evident within his gaze as he gently tugged you off of your stool and away from the bar without another word, leaving Chris to watch in confusion as you were dragged out of the crowded event room and into an empty hallway.

You swallowed thickly as you finally felt Nines let go of your arm, allowing yourself to lean slightly against the wall behind you as you took in the unfamiliar sight of this new area of the building.

The wallpaper here was fancy, almost a yellowed paper color with various swirls on it that made you feel dizzy if you looked at them for too long. You averted your gaze, but regretted it almost immediately as your eyes locked onto those of your partner, who still looked a bit too mad for your liking, even in the dim light of the hallway, where his features were just a bit less clear than they had been before.

"Nines I-"

"Tell me what is going on with you. Now."

He ordered, his voice just barely above a growl as he took a step closer to you, the look in his eyes betraying him as you watched the anger all but drain from his eyes, leaving behind only concern and something else you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Pain?

You brushed it off, gaze falling to the floor as you quietly explained what had been happening to you throughout the night, hands playing nervously with the fabric of your dress as you spoke.

"I'm not really sure what it is or why it's happening..."

You clarified towards the end of your explanation,

"But for some reason, I just can't stay focused tonight. I keep almost drifting off and getting stuck in my thoughts for a while until something catches my attention and suddenly I'm right back here."

Nines listened intently, nodding from time to time as something new,

Relief maybe?

Filled his grey eyes.

And finally, several long seconds of silence after you had finished explaining yourself to him, Nines spoke up once more.

"I believe you are overwhelmed, Detective. There are a great deal of people here, both known and unknown, and given your recent experiences, I believe it is normal for you to react to so much sudden external stimuli this way, especially after we have been so careful to avoid it throughout the past week. My apologies for not considering this could occur, I neglected to consider your mental state as much as I did your physical and-"

"Nines, I'm fine."

You cut him off abruptly, wishing you had the ability to cross your arms as you watched the man in front of you blink in surprise at your sudden interruption before continuing,

"Well, regardless, I think it would be best for me to bring you home. I can apologize to Fowler for our early disappearance tomorrow, and I am sure that he will understand given your circumstances."

You sighed and gave your partner a pleading look, desperate to do something, anything, but sit in your apartment alone for yet another night.

"C'mon Nines, please don't make me go home so early, it took me forever to finally get this stupid dress on, and everyone will think we're total losers."

That last part was meant to be a joke to lighten the mood, but the RK900 model android in front of you ignored it entirely, watching you in silence for a few moments before he sighed, and you had to fight the urge to yell out in victory.

It was very rare that you got your way if Nines thought something else was best, so honestly, this felt like a pretty historic moment for you.

"Fine. We can stay for a little while longer, but only if you allow yourself a few minutes more of quiet before going back into the event room. I have no interest in dragging you back out here in ten minutes because you went back in there and overwhelmed yourself again immediately. If anything like that becomes necessary for a second time tonight, I will consider the venue to be too much for you and bring you home without a second thought. As I said earlier, I have no interest in being your baby sitter, Little Mouse."

Your cheeks began to grow warm again at the nickname, and you were just about to open your mouth and make a retort when the sound of voices coming towards your secluded hallway shocked you into silence, although that was mostly due to the fact that you easily identified the large group of voices as seven to eight of your coworkers, something Nines appeared to have done instantly, his gaze flickering back and forth between the direction the voices were coming from, and you.

Suddenly, without warning, you gasped as Nines took multiple steps forward, shushing you as he all but pressed his larger form up against your own, making it all but impossible for anyone to see you if they made it as far as this particular hallway.

"Don't make a sound. I am certain that multiple of the individuals I have identified would be more than just a little bit chatty if they happened to see you, and as I said before, if you must insist on staying, then I must insist upon you letting your mind relax before attempting to take in even more external stimuli."

Still shocked by your partner's unfamiliar closeness, you nodded without a word in response, noting in your mind the way that he had braced your injured shoulder with one of his hands before he had all but forced you against the wall, thus ensuring he didn't cause you any harm in the process.

Watching your partner through still slightly widened eyes, you both listened intently for several minutes as the voices slowly grew louder and louder until they finally began to fade away once more, headed back in the direction of the event room.

You let out a sigh of relief at the sound of the voices growing fainter as they moved further away from where the two of you stood, only realizing then just how glad you were to not have to talk to anyone at that moment. Maybe your brain did need a break.

Relenting to the idea that Nines had been right all along, you moved your gaze up and down his form, your hand moving up to the neck of his turtleneck before you even realized what you were doing, causing the android in front of you to jolt a bit in surprise at your sudden touch.

You looked up at him, vaguely amused by his reaction and grinning as you spoke,

"What's with the high neckline shirts all the time, by the way? Got some sort of secret under there?"

You teased, pulling the fabric away from his artificial flesh before allowing your finger to graze the normally covered area before you froze entirely at Nines' response, which was a harsh and sharp sudden intake of breath, something you knew for a fact he didn't do often.

In fact, you had never heard him react to anything like that before.

But then, it got even weirder,

Because standing just over an inch away from you with his hand wedged between your injured shoulder and the wall at your back, Nines, an android created to hunt down and destroy his own kind, shivered.

You fought the urge to gape at that, desperately trying not to seem as in awe of him as you were as he slowly opened eyes that you hadn't even realized he'd closed when you'd touched him, and gazed down at you intently, his chest rising and falling with each slightly heavier breath he took.

"Are you alright?"

You asked softly, watching as the man in front of you nodded tensely, his gaze never leaving yours as he spoke,

"Yes, I am perfectly fine, Detective. My apologies for the impromptu reaction, I'm afraid that there wasn't anything I could do to control it. Your actions were... unexpected."

He finished, and when you raised a brow at him he opened his mouth again to clarify,

"Due to all of the necessary technology required to make me more advanced than my predecessor, I required significantly more data analysis capabilities. As a result, I was equipped with many sensors, most of which can be utilized via the primary sensors found on my tongue, which then sends that data to multiple other sensors that were stored within my neck. This had lead to what could be described as a vulnerability in my physical form at my throat, as this issue was not remedied prior to the uprising, and was not seen as important to remedy afterward. Therefore, I simply decided that clothing that covers my neck is best, though I have never outright avoided clothing with a normal neckline."

You nodded slowly at your partners explanation, feeling almost disappointed as he suddenly took a step backward, allowing you to move away from the wall as he readjusted his shirt, his cheeks an incredibly pale blue color that was so faint you weren't sure if you'd seen it at all before it was gone entirely.

A trick of the light maybe?

You shrugged it off before realizing that Nines was offering his arm to you once more, just as he had upon your arrival, and you found yourself accepting it eagerly as the two of you took slow but deliberate steps towards the event room once more.

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gerec · 1 year

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Hello gerec, i have a favour to ask. Could you please point me to the best fics out there with a possessive Erik? Fics where Erik really obsesses over Charles and protects him with all he has?

Self-recs would also be lovely!

Thank you so much!

(And if that's not your cup of tea and you don't know such fics, nevermind. Thanks anyways!)

Hi Anon! I love possessive!Erik and so does this fandom :D Here are some fics I think you'll enjoy!!!

I can cut you into pieces when my heart is broken by BrightDream

Soon after being freed from the Pentagon, Erik realizes how Charles and Hank seem to be closer than ever. Predictably, he doesn't like this at all, and ends up confronting Charles about it in his apartment in Paris. Cue to some rough and possessive sex and a lot of feelings on both sides.

Rampage by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

When police uncover evidence that notorious serial killer Magneto is obsessed with Professor Charles Xavier, they immediately move to put him into Witness Security. Only Xavier refuses. The police come up with trumped up charges to arrest him and thus keep him safe until they can apprehend the killer. Erik is not happy that the police have chosen to drag Charles into this and are now trying to keep him from him, and shows his displeasure the best way he knows how -- an increased body count.

Thief by wallhaditcoming (uvcatastrophe)

Erik takes steps to defend his most valued treasure from would-be-thieves. There is only one man who is allowed to steal from him.

Submission by FuryRed (series)

Charles didn’t belong in prison- literally, he really didn’t. Accused of a crime he didn’t commit, Charles unfortunately found himself held captive in the world’s most formidable mutant prison- a place where even his telepathy wouldn’t be able to save him.

The situation would be bad enough, but to make matters worse it turned out that the man who essentially ran the prison- an experienced criminal by the name of Erik Lehnsherr- had a habit of doing whatever was necessary to get what he wanted, and it just so happened that the thing he decided he wanted most… was Charles.

Mine by sienna

Erik decides to confront Charles after watching him flirt the night before and decides to prove who he really belongs to.

The City is At War by theydonotmove (series)

A non-powered High School AU, in which Charles and Erik are as obsessed with each other as they are with getting other people into bed.

Yours by pinkoptics

Charles knows that Erik is protective of the things that he owns. His clothes are always immaculately presented, his suitcase is neatly ordered, and his words are carefully spoken. It's a meticulousness that borders on obsession, but what concern is it of his? It isn't, not until Charles begins to realise that there's other things that Erik feels like he owns...

Charles' Killer by luchia

When detective Charles Xavier finds himself hunting down a vendetta-driven serial killer, it doesn't take long for him to realize he's in over his head. It only takes a little longer for him to realize his killer is, too.

Quiet Like a Fire by kianspo Charles has been in love with his best friend for years without realizing it. When he finally figures it out, Erik is married to a wonderful woman and has an adorable daughter, who thinks the world of Charles. Erik has the perfect life that Charles helped him build, so there is only one thing for it - get over his feelings. So what if his methods are unhealthy or if Erik has an opinion on the matter? Charles is determined to do the right thing.

serendipity by intentation (pwp)

Charles runs into his professor at a sex club. How can he possibly resist?

Playing With Fire by professor

Charles is a detective determined to catch a serial killer.

If the serial killer doesn't catch him first.

Blood and Steel and Miles Between by dreamlittleyo

On a beach in Cuba, Charles manages to talk Erik down from the edge. But even after the missiles have been diverted, compromise is impossible. There are two different futures to build, and Erik and Charles will always be separated by their principles. But when Charles is kidnapped and the X-Men can't find him, Erik will get him back no matter the consequences.

Meanwhile, trapped alone in his mind for the first time in his life, Charles comes face to face with the truth about what and who he wants. When convictions stand in direct opposition to the heart, which will prevail?

The One Who Rules by Gerec

It's been five years since the Mutant Uprising, the powerful and ruthless General Magneto now the defacto ruler of the tiny island nation of Genosha. Though it remains a paradise of plenty, left relatively untouched by war, the safety and stability of the 'mutants-only' state remains in flux.

Devastated by the bombs Sebastian Shaw set off before his death, the human population outside Genosha has largely been decimated. The ones who remain struggle to survive with rapidly dwindling resources.

Adding to the uncertainty is the presence of the X-Men, mutants fighting Magneto and his Brotherhood for the rights of humans still living in Genosha, led by the General's former lover and co-leader of the Uprising, Professor X...

Royal Siblings AU by Gerec (pwp)

Erik and Charles disagree on how to deal with Apocalypse's offer of marriage.

Royalty/Wet Nurse AU Part 1 and Part 2 by Gerec (pwp)

Erik's obsession with Nina's wet nurse has potentially dire consequences for his alpha mate.

#gerec rambles #cherik #fic rec #gerec's fic rec #possessive Erik

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 2 years

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Hi clan! I was wondering if you could do a Detroit become human x reader where the reader is one of zlatko's experiments and was saved by Hank and Connor?

"My god..this looks like a fucking torture chamber."

"It appears this is where Zlatko has done illegal experimentation and reconstruction on androids." Connor spoke as he gazed at the large contraption in the mansion’s basement.

It was a massive disassembly device, hooked up to nearby computers that were still on. He made note to have this shutdown later on..though it also made him wonder where Zlatko got such a complicated piece of machinery.

During their investigation into Kara’s whereabouts, him and Hank got a lead that pointed to the mansion once owned by the Russian. Apparently she had fled here along with Alice.

Though upon arrival, Zlatko laid dead outside and his car was missing. After an analysis, Connor deduced that blunt force trauma led to his demise. And judging from the holding cells, countless biocomponents, notes on past androids, and other clues--these “prisoners” took revenge on their captor and fled into the woods.

Hank remarked it as being much-deserved.

However, the duo would soon discover that not all of the deviants left.

The RK800 heard the sound of shuffling and immediately looked to the cell, noticing a dimly-flickering red LED in the darkness. He entered with caution, eyebrows furrowed.

“Hello? Identify yourself-”

Suddenly, he heard thumping noises and turned around just in time to see a damaged URS12 growling at him. He was utterly perplexed at how Zlatko managed to experiment on a polar bear android, and wasn’t sure what to do when it began cornering him.

“What the fuck?! CONNOR!” Hank shouted in bewilderment, aiming the gun at the bear as he stormed into the cell. Though it swung its head towards him with a roar, and he tensed, unsure of whether shooting it was the best course of action.

But before either one could do anything, a timid voice came from the darkness.

“D-Don’t hurt him! He means no harm!”

Confused, Hank and Connor saw you finally making your presence known:

As one of Zlatko’s “creations”. You were completely stripped of any clothes or exoskin; instead pieces of your plastic flesh were either missing or cut into mismatched segments. Dried blue blood and ash caked your body, especially your arms, and the transparent piece of your chestplate revealed your rapidly pumping heart.

“Holy shit.” Hank bluntly muttered, lowering his weapon.

You went over to the polar bear worriedly, gently petting its head as it grumbled softly. “Shh..it’s okay..it’s alright.”

The detective was standing there, mouth agape like a fish out of water. But Connor approached you, seemingly only somewhat concerned. He couldn’t identify your model series nor number--you were far too damaged to be recognizable.

“We’re not here to cause any trouble. We just have some questions about what happened here.” He explained calmly, aware of your high stress levels.

Slowly turning your head, you noticed he was a perfectly-functioning android. “Q-Questions...?”

“Connor, we shouldn’t waste our time.” Hank grumbled. “The poor thing looks like it’ll fall apart any second. Just put it out of its misery-”

“DON’T!!” You suddenly snapped at him, though seeing Connor’s stern glare as he blocked your view of him made you flinch away. “S-Sorry...I don’t want to die. I’ll tell you anything you wanna know..just spare me...please..I’ve only had a chance to taste freedom now.”

"It seems capable of conversation, lieutenant." The RK800 noted.

"...go ahead." Hank huffed, deciding to check around the basement some more while you stood in front of Connor.

"An AX400 was reported in this area, along with a little girl. Have you seen them?"

"The-The..AX400..? Oh! Yes..yes.. She saved us all!" You rubbed your hands together with glee, remembering Kara and all she did to help you and the other androids who shared your misery. "She freed us from the Master!"

"The Master?” He raised an eyebrow. “You mean Zlatko?”

“Mhm..evil man..he made us call him that. He almost took control of her...almost made her like us. But she resisted and...she gave us the hope we needed. And the strength to fight back! She is good. She was the light in our darkest hour!”

Connor shrugged off your giddiness, choosing an indifferent response. "It reportedly attacked its owner and abducted his child. I wouldn’t necessarily say it’s-"

“You wouldn’t understand..not yet..” You huffed, slightly pouting at him. “Wouldn’t you do the same if your life was in danger? If hers was? Or if your owner tortured you everyday and turned you into some plaything?”

Your questions made him blink for a moment, as he recalled the interrogation with the deviant HK400.

"He tortured me everyday."

{Software Instability ^}

"Its owner insisted it attacked him unprovoked." He tried to point out. "But I understand your reasons to attack Zlatko. He irreversibly damaged you. Tell me..how are you still functioning?"

You gave it some thought, before simply shrugging. "Spite."

He wasn't sure how to respond to that. So he moved onto another question. "Where are all the other androids who were captured?"

"Gone. Free at last, but..I stayed behind. The world out there will only see us as monsters. I-I begged them not to go but..no one listened." You sighed sadly, your demeanor changing within seconds. "This house is a living nightmare..yet it's so quiet now. No screams. No yelling..just silence."

Connor’s LED spun as he processed this information. Obviously he wasn’t going to waste time tracking down the escaped deviants--they could be anywhere or incapable of responding like you. But before he could further question you on Kara’s whereabouts, Hank spoke up after he finished his search.

“Well, that son of a bitch is dead and gone. So if you feel perfectly safe in this creepy mansion, we’ll be on our way-”

“L-Let me come with you.”

“......seriously?” He looked at you up and down with a raised eyebrow. “The cold’ll probably kill ya before you get to the car.”

“By the grace of RA9, I’ll make it to that car.” You whispered, stepping closer to the duo with pleading, glowing eyes. “I’ll tell you more. I’ll help..in your investigations. Just let me go with you, away from this awful place.”

After some debate, they agreed to let you ride in the backseat, believing you could be more helpful in their search for Kara--or even the spike in deviancy and human crimes against androids.

Hank was surprised that Connor didn’t suggest disassembling you once you gave them all the information they needed.

Perhaps you were more than just an expendable deviant.

Perhaps..you’ve gained the deviant hunter’s sympathy.

#clanask #dbh x reader #detriot become human x reader #dbh zlatko's androids #dbh connor #dbh hank #android reader #platonic

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itsybitsybatsyspider · 1 year

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Okay, so imma project my interests onto my current hyperfixations. And thank you @hamartia-grander for enabling me and understanding my thought process <3

so anyway

Sixty loves to cook.

it was something that no one really expected, especially from the standoffish, reluctant deviant, but somehow it piqued his interest. He somehow caught a glimpse of a video playing on Youtube and it all just took off from there.

It started relatively, small. Following some video instructions, diving down the cooking rabbit hole, looking up basic techniques and tricks, and the uses of specific knives and such. And then it just evolved from that.

Sooner or later, he was buying ingredients to try the video tutorials himself. Paying attention to the results from each one, and if one didn't turn out the way he hoped it would, he tried again, this time eliminating the mistake that made the less-than-ideal results.

the concept that truly makes him interested, is the constant learning and improvement. He can only become better by trying again and moving forward, so that's what he does. Almost obsessively sometimes. He was supposed to be the superior prototype model after all. But he can only improve through trying again. This time without making as many mistakes as his past self. until he's good enough

It also leads to Hank just having a shit ton of leftovers in his house that he doesn't know what to do with. And with him and Connor witnessing Sixty's increasingly ambitious projects.

Hank: what's that you're working on? Sixty: marinading chicken in buttermilk for fried chicken tonight. Hank: Oh nice, sounds good.

Hank: Whatcha got this time? Sixty: I plan on making homemade burger buns for tomorrow's dinner. Hank: oh... well that'll be interesting

Connor: why is there flour everywhere? Sixty: I'm making pasta Connor: but there's flour on the ceiling? Sixty: .... it's very excited

Hank: Oh FUCKING CHRIS- SIXTY! Can you tell me why there are CHICKEN SPINES in the fridge? Sixty: I'm making chicken stock. I plan to use it for chicken noodle soup. Hank: Couldn't you literally use any other part for this? Sixty: But we used the chicken wings for last night's dinner and i'd already saved the broken down chicken. I didn't see the point in buying more and wasting perfectly good spines. And they have the connective tissue and cartilage I need. Aside from that chicken feet would've worked fine but- Hank: okay please stop

Sixty: psst... Hank Hank: .....oh god....what is it? Sixty: I made soup Hank: ......... Sixty: do you want some? Hank: .......it is 3 in the morning. Sixty: yes, i've been working on it for eight hours Hank: .... yeah alright

(was that last one inspired by true events? Perhaps)

Connor gets him a chefs knife for his Activation Day and Sixty is OBSESSED WITH IT. He takes such good care of it, and purchases a whetstone and honing rod to keep it maintained.

As soon as North finds about it though, she pulls him aside one day and goes,

North: So, i heard you got a Seido knife for your Activation Day. A Seido Kiritsuke Damascus Chef Knife to be specific. Sixty: Yes I did. Why do you ask? North: You want another one? Sixty: ....

Connor: where did you get all of these knives so quickly Sixty: I know a guy

...

Sixty: what do i say when they ask where I get all of these knives North: just say you know a guy

...

Hank: so just to be clear, we both know it's North who's giving him the knives right? Connor: oh, obviously. I didn't need to be a detective android to figure that one out.

he starts a Youtube cooking series that's just him with a passively aggressively voice over. It's getting subscribers.

Nines tolerates cooking. He sees it as a way to show his love for others but outside of that he isn't as into it as Sixty.

Connor has too much anxiety around cooking. He can do it, but he'd be a perfectionist. None of his dishes turn out the way he wants them too or when they do he still manages to find something to nitpick. It's only because of Hank and other human coworkers and their kind words that dont lead him into completely giving up on the hobby.

Sixty leaves food for people without telling them. Whole ass casseroles and family dinners show up out of nowhere.

He'd rather die than tell them it's him.

His passive aggressive Youtube series starts getting popular.

Oh god where did he get all the knives??

(feel free to add on if you wish)

#dbh #dbh sixty #dbh nines #hank anderson #do not tag as ship #crack headcanon #dbh connor

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felicitysmoaksx · 9 months

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Hi everyone! Not much to say here except this chapter is probably the fluffiest yet in this universe. There is a bit of an ambiguous ending with Hank though so you can decide what Sarah does in this scenario. Or at least until I post another chapter because I adore this version of the series so much and when I think it's the last chapter, I get another idea haha. And for all of you wondering where the next chapter of Bottled Up Feelings are Silently Screaming is at, it's coming. I just hit a bit of writer's block. But it's coming. I might also have another version of this series where Sarah was paralyzed from the last down. But I don't know if that's something people would be interested in reading or if it'd be just interesting to me. So leave me an answer in the comments or tell me in my askbox on Tumblr. Song Recs for this chapter: You’re In Love- Taylor Swift, I'll Keep You Safe- Sleeping At Last, At Least- Jessica Baio Happy Reading!

Rating: Explicit (Minors DNI 18+)

Summary: Hank says enough is enough and learns about Sarah's new boyfriend while Connor learns something new about Sarah. Which leads to a heart-to-heart between the two.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: None that I can see except for a few implicit dangerous scenes and explicit smut

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There was a stilted silence in the air. Sarah bit her bottom lip before she sighed and stood from the table. Making her way into the kitchen, she watched Hank move about the kitchen for a moment. Another month had passed without them talking and her pseudo-father had finally said enough. He had all but summoned her here tonight. (Well he said it was another family dinner. But when she got to the house she learned, it would just be her and Hank.)

“Are you sure you don’t need help?” She asked quietly. When he told her it was just going to be them tonight, Hank had tried to soften the blow by telling her he was making her favorite meal. (And quite possibly it was also a bribe to get her to stay when she realized no one else was coming.)

Her pseudo-father shook his head, waving her offer away. “I’m almost done. But you could take our drinks to the table.”

Sarah nodded, grabbed the two glasses of tea, and walked them to the dining room table. She sat down and once more there was that silence. A stilted silence that made the curly-haired brunette fidget with nerves.

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“Hey, Doc!” Stella greeted him enthusiastically with a grin as she turned to hand another customer their drink. Then she turned back to grin at him. “Another day at the office?”

“Another day,” he agreed, nodding his head. “Manhattan please, Stella.”

Then Connor noticed Detective Lindsay sitting at a table off to the side with a blonde woman, “And another round for Detective Lindsay and her friend please.”

“You got it.”

Erin, who heard her name, smirked at her sister’s boyfriend before she waved him over. She scooted over and he took the seat she had been occupying. “Are you trying to earn some brownie points with me, Dr. Rhodes?”

“I want to make a good impression.” Connor shrugged, feigning nonchalance. But maybe there was some truth in the police detective’s words because Erin and Sarah were close. If Erin didn’t like him, it wouldn’t be good for his relationship with Sarah. “I know you and Sarah are very close. But I thought you had a family dinner tonight. At least that’s what Sarah told me.”

“Hank just told her that. They need to talk and this is Hank’s way of doing that. I didn’t know about his plan till I left the district today.” Sarah’s big sister told him, shaking her head, before she turned to her friend. The blonde was trying to contain laughter. “Annie, this is Sarah’s new boyfriend who isn’t so new, apparently. Connor, this is Annie. We’ve been friends since we were kids, but you might recognize her as Travis’ mom.”

A light of reconnection flared in Connor’s blue eyes. “That’s right. Is he doing okay? I know that day was a lot for anyone.”

“Kids are very resilient. Two days later he was fine. Honestly, I was more shaken than he was. It helped that Sarah was there with him. The little danger magnet, though she is, kept him calm and safe. That’s all I could ask for.”

It was an off-handed comment, by the way Annie said it but it still caught Connor’s attention.

“Danger Magnet?” He repeated and his eyes drifted to stare at Erin. The woman sighed, shaking her head. “Annie,”

“What? Come on Erin. You’ve even said it yourself, it’s like that switch that controls fear flips the other direction with her. Especially when someone else is in danger. Look at last month with Olive.”

Or the month before that with the ED on lockdown.

“Last month? You’re talking about when she got burned?” Connor asked, looking from the police detective to her friend. Erin nodded. “According to Olive, Justin’s wife. Sarah pushed her out of the way just before she could get burned.”

“And that’s just one example,” Annie said as Stella brought their drinks to their table. With a smile of thanks, their friend/firefighter/bartender left to go tend to other customers. “Go ahead, tell him about that day in the train station.”

Erin looked like she really didn’t want to and Connor almost told her she didn’t have to, but Annie had already opened the door. Besides that, he was curious. So with a heavy sigh and a large pull of her drink, the detective began her story.

“Sarah was coming back from a trip to New York. She was looking at medical schools and wasn’t totally sold on Northwestern yet. We were supposed to pick her up at Penn Station. And we were there, but we were also on a case that day too. Antonio Dawson’s son-” Sarah’s sister broke off and the dark-haired surgeon felt his stomach drop and fill with something like dread.

“She heard us talking about a suspect. Saw the guy and Diego Dawson boarding a bus. Next thing we know, we’ve lost her and Voight has a text message from her saying Diego was on a bus. Then we get the driver on the phone and she is telling us there’s a female cop on her bus. Non-uniformed. But she just flashed her badge. I was the only plain clothes cop there. …Instead of telling us what she thought she saw, Sarah had pickpocketed my badge off of my hip and had gotten on that bus with Antonio's son. Because he was in danger.”

“But it was the anniversary of Camille’s death. We all kind of spiral on that day anyways.” Erin finished the story with a sad sigh. Even Annie’s amused face morphed into one of solemn sadness.

“I can’t believe that it’s been eight years already,” Annie said softly. Seeing Connor’s confused face, Sarah’s big sister clarified, “Hank’s late wife. Ovarian Cancer.”

An understanding look passed over the surgeon's face. Sarah had talked about Erin, Justin, Hank, Olive, Erin’s brother: Teddy, and even to some extent Erin’s and Teddy’s mother: Bunny. But she never mentioned Hank having a wife. It made sense though. Justin Voight had to come from somewhere.

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“Erin mentioned that you have a boy these days?” They were almost halfway through their dinner when Hank brought up Connor. Sarah nearly choked mid-bite. Swallowing tightly, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and coughed.

“Did she?” She continued to cough before she reached for her glass and swallowed the rest of her drink in two gulps. She wondered if Erin telling Hank about Connor was her pseudo-sister’s way of getting the heat off of her and Jay because Sarah didn’t think they found a way to tell Hank about them being a couple yet.

Her pseudo-father nodded his head, “She said that you’ve been seeing him for a while too. That it was getting serious?”

“Five months. Give or take a month,” Sarah answered with a deep flush filling her cheeks. Sarah knew it was on its way to being serious, but was five months actually serious? Despite her many attempts to give it back to him, Connor never took his spare key back from her. That key now lived on her key ring while he just got another spare key made for his apartment. He also had a key to her apartment now too even though (She was pleased to report that he fit in her bed. But just barely.) she spent five nights out of the week at his place.

Hank tilted his head, regarding her with perceptive eyes. “How’d you meet him?”

“At the hospital. He’s a surgeon there. I’ve actually known him for a while at a distance. Since I started at Med for my ED rotation. We didn’t get close until a few months back.” Sarah explained as she pushed some vegetables around her plate. Her pseudo-father clicked his tongue.

“Another person from the hospital,” he murmured slowly. Sarah heard the apprehension in his voice and the brunette frowned. She shook her head, “It’s not like that. He’s not like Joey, Hank. He treats me well. It’s probably my best relationship as an adult.”

Her pseudo-father was still gazing at her with that critical look. Avoiding his eyes, Sarah scooped some of the food on her plate into her mouth.

“You think you’ll marry him?” The choking and coughing noise? Yeah, that was coming from her.

“What?? No!” she sputtered, still coughing. Then she thought about it and shrugged. Because now the brunette was actually thinking about it. Feeling a little sheepish because truthfully? Even though her future was blurry with Connor, it seemed to drift a little more into focus each day. (Sarah, what are you saying? You haven’t even said ‘I love you yet.’)

“I don’t know. It’s still too early to tell.”

“You know, I knew I’d marry Camille early on.” He told her with that same wan smile. The one she saw before the car exploded. Sarah felt her hand clench around her fork. It wasn’t like Hank to stall. He wasn’t the type to beat around the bush. Setting the piece of silverware down, the brunette sighed.

“Why don’t you just tell me why I’m really here, Hank?” The brunette asked him and when he sighed; she continued, “Because you wouldn’t bring me here just to talk about my love life.”

“I wouldn’t if you would be talking to me at all these days. Take one of my phone calls in the last few months.” Hank said quietly, standing to take the plates to the kitchen. There it was. She followed him to the kitchen.

“You’ve been avoiding me,” Hank said and Sarah remained silent. Just like Hank promised to be with her till the world blew up, they also made a promise to never lie to each other. Even if things were bad. Especially if things were bad.

“You lied to me.” Her pseudo-father raised an eyebrow at her accusation as well as the tone of her voice. She continued, “Charlie. Him being back not only in the state of Illinois but in Chicago.”

Hank sighed, “I didn’t lie to you, Sarah. I just didn’t tell you-”

“No,” Sarah’s voice was so cold and crisp; that it could cut through metal. “Don’t you dare try to pull that. An omission is still a lie. You of all people taught me that.”

“Sarah, It was an investigation.” Hank turned away from her as he turned on the kitchen sink faucet to start the dishes.

“But what about after the investigation was over? When you arrested him…What was stopping you from telling me then?” Sarah pressed him, her hands clenched into fists. He sighed again and she felt her hands curl in even tighter.

Hank dried his hands. Then he rested a hand on her shoulder, “Sarah, I know you’re not a kid anymore. You aged out of the system years ago and I know I’m not your guardian anymore ”

“But as I’ve always said, you’re my kid. No blood or piece of paper is stopping the fact that you’re my daughter. So I’m going to try and protect you whenever I can. You’ve taken enough lumps in your life since I’ve met you and I’m not always going to explain myself and you’re not going to like that. That is okay. You can be mad at me all you want or need to. But never forget that I love you. That I do these things because I love you.”

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“Sarah? You here?” Connor called out, dropping his messenger bag by the door and his keys on the kitchen counter. The television was on when he unlocked his front door and the backlights in his kitchen were on, but the lights in the living room were off. Sarah usually did that because she liked the dim lighting with the glow the city lights cast into his apartment.

Connor saw her hand shoot up from the couch before he heard Sarah’s soft moan. It sounded like she had been asleep. With a small smile, he made his way over to her. When he saw his girlfriend bundled up, he chuckled a little. “The bed would probably be more comfortable.”

“Didn’t seem late enough to go to bed yet. Plus I was trying to wait up for you. By the way, I brought you some leftovers if you’re hungry. They’re in the fridge.” She yawned as she started to sit up. The dark-haired man felt himself soften. It almost took his mind off of the story Erin had told him earlier. Almost.

“Thanks. But Maggie forced me to take a late lunch break so I’m not that hungry.” He mumbled quietly as he bent down and cupped her face to press a quick kiss to her lips. Then he slipped an arm under her legs and wrapped the other around her waist before he lifted her into the air.

“Connor, I can walk.” Sarah protested even though she nuzzled her head into his neck and her arms looped around his neck.

“Sarah, I can carry you,” Connor mimicked her tone, stopping by the door. “Lock the door for me, baby? My hands are kind of tied up.”

“Whose fault is that?” Sarah teased him as a yawn left her mouth, but she flipped both locks on the door. In response to her teasing, he kissed her forehead. He lingered.

“Are you okay?” She asked, narrowing her brown orbs at him. Though her sleepy haze clouded her gaze and made her pointed look miss its mark.

No, with what he was told tonight Connor he was very much not okay because his girlfriend seemed to have a knack for running headfirst into danger...and he had no bubble wrap large enough to wrap around her frame. He moved to the bedroom. “Fine. Just tired. Why do you ask?”

“You kissed me on the forehead and lingered. You only do that when I’m sick, hurt or something is bugging you. And I’m not sick or hurt. So that leaves the third option.” She told him, rubbing her eyes as she was set on his bed.

“You did laundry?” Connor asked when he saw the basket of laundry. The curly-haired brunette nodded falling back on the bed. “After my dinner, I needed something to do and I noticed your scrubs were dirty. I also changed the sheets on the bed since you said the other day, you had been meaning to do it. But the dirty ones are washed and in the dryer.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” Connor told her before he walked the basket to the bathroom so he could fold it tomorrow. He didn’t always use the closet in the bathroom, but he had shuffled things around so Sarah had space for her stuff too.

“Connor, I spend five nights out of the week here. Sometimes more than that and you do my laundry when I leave stuff here. I can help out. Besides, I needed something to do. My dinner with Hank was something. And it was just Hank and I, by the way, he lied about Erin and Justin being there.”

“I know. I ran into your sister and her friend Annie, at Molly’s earlier. Erin told me what was going on.” He called as he walked back to her. “Her and Annie had some interesting stories about you. They told me you’re a danger magnet.”

His blue eyes trailed after her as he leaned against the bathroom door frame, facing into his bedroom. He watched as she tumbled out of his bed and then pulled one of his long-sleeved t-shirts out of the dresser, before she swapped the one she had on her body for it. It fell to the middle of her thighs.“Had a few stories to prove it too.”

“What do you want me to say here, Connor?” She yawned while he prowled more into the room, shucking his jeans and shirt. “If I see someone I care about in danger, and I have the power to get them out of it then of course I’m going to take the chance.”

Scoffing, he pulled her into his arms, dropping his forehead to hers. “Even if it means at the expense of you?”

His brunette beauty avoided looking in his eyes while she shrugged. A growl left Connor’s mouth while he tipped her chin up to meet his eyes. Her brown eyes were sad while his were filled with a fiery anger. “You can’t jump in and save everyone, Sarah. It’s just not possible.”

History was repeating itself because he said those exact words to her two years earlier.

“I might not be able to save everyone but watch me try either way.” She responded in an almost petulant tone of voice. Connor released another growl of frustration and moved his knee in between her legs as he lifted her up to sit on the bed. His stubborn stubborn girlfriend.

“But what about the people that care about you? What happens to them when something happens to you? Your dad, sister, and brother? Your friends?” Me? He left himself out of the question, but from the way her brown eyes softened, she heard the unspoken word.

She was back to not meeting Connor’s gaze as she admitted quietly, “I’m expendable, Connor.”

“What the hell-”

“There was a time that I didn’t think I’d make it to see my sixteenth birthday. I was nine the first time that thought entered my mind. And I know how fucked up that sounds. I knew it was fucked up then. And I don’t know. Maybe, even though I know I made it past that birthday and I’m healthy. Nothing short of a freak accident happening right now. Part of me-the unconscious part of me that is still that scared kid, because no matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to get rid of her and she still thinks she is living on borrowed time.”

Dread filled his stomach because if this was truly the way she thought about herself…Her brown orbs turned glassy as tears gathered in her eyes. “I know that sounds awful. But if I’m going to die…I want my death to mean something.”

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No words seemed to be able to convey what he wanted to say. How he wanted to shake her and make her see reason. She wasn’t expendable; she never would be. At least not to her family or to him. So Connor crushed his lips to hers in a desperate kiss as he brought her body closer. No room was left between them. His tongue fighting with hers. The brunette beauty in his arms whimpered, cupping his face in her small hands. She scooted back a little so her legs could wrap around his waist. Connor crawled after her. With a gasp, Sarah pulled away with her lips feeling a little swollen from Connor’s kiss.

“Connor,” she moaned when he angled his head so he could press open-mouthed kisses to her neck. “Connor,”

Hands seemed to trace down her body. Everywhere she felt branded by his handprints as they pressed softly into her skin. Her back arched as those hands slipped under her shirt. Connor rasped against her skin, “Arms up, baby. I want you naked right now.”

Sarah giggled and did as she was told. As the shirt left her body she said playfully, “But I’ll be cold.”

“That’s why you have me,” he growled when she bucked against him. The shirt fell to the floor. Then settling his hips against hers, he pressed his lips to her jaw as he reached behind her to undo her bra. The cool air made her nipples harden as he threw the garment on the floor. Connor’s ocean-blue eyes darkened at the sight. It made Sarah grin.

She had a set of lingerie she had bought months back in a spur-of-the-moment buy with the man on top of her in mind because it was in his favorite color and accented her cleavage especially, very nicely. But she hadn’t had the confidence to wear it because when she bought the underwear set, she wasn’t sure if buying lingerie for a guy she just sleeping with was socially acceptable. She hadn’t worn the set in the last two months because she worried she would be uncomfortable with the laces in the back agitating her healing burns.

She whined when he wouldn’t let her buck against him. “Connor! Don’t tease. Just fuck me,”

“No,” his voice was a low rumble in her ear. He pressed a kiss there too. “I’m not fucking you tonight.”

“What? Conn-” she started and was cut off by her boyfriend’s lip capturing hers. She moaned and he swallowed the sound. Her hands drifted to his hair. Now it was her boyfriend who pulled away first. Another whine left Sarah’s mouth.

“Patience baby.” He murmured against her skin before he leaned up a little. She watched through hooded eyes as he trailed a hand down her stomach. Then it disappeared from view and she felt his fingers against her clit through the fabric of her boyshorts. She jumped a little at the sensation at first before she settled, spreading her legs wider for him. “Ohhh,”

“Already wet and I haven’t really done anything.” He mumbled licking a path up her stomach to her breast with the tip of his tongue. She couldn’t even find it in herself to feel embarrassed.

“My body knows you.” She mewled the words as an explanation as Connor teased her nipple again by swirling the tip of his tongue around it. “Please, Connor!”

“You need to be wetter for what I have planned though.” He rasped and that voice. That voice and the way he spoke in bed alone could have her dripping in a matter of minutes. But it wasn’t like she didn’t have her own tricks up her sleeve too.

“And what-Oh!” She was interrupted by him sucking her nipple into his mouth. After sucking on it briefly, he released it with a wet pop. Then she was crying out as he sucked a biting mark just underneath where he had been moments earlier. It added to the collection of love bites she already had. The words that fell out of her mouth were a mere pant and unintelligible, but she finally managed to calm down enough to purr, “And what do you have planned, Dr. Rhodes?”

“Fuck,” Her boyfriend moaned against her skin. But with the way Connor’s body was pressed against hers, Sarah could feel how much her words affected him without the verbal noise. She grinned as he kissed a path back up to her lips. Another bruising kiss was pressed to her already swollen lips.

Her hands drifted back to his inky black hair and she tugged on the strands. He pulled away from her lips to tug at her ear lobe with his teeth before he whispered, “I plan on making love to you slowly and thoroughly. I want you wet enough that we can hear it as my cock enters and leaves you. Over and over again.”

Her teeth sunk into his shoulder a moment later to muffle the loud moan that left her mouth. It wasn’t often that Connor talked dirty like that to her. It was only broken out on special occasions. And she knew from reading romance novel after romance novel in college, that this dirty talk was milder than most. But it excited the curly-haired brunette in just the right way.

He moaned before he leaned over and took a condom out of his nightstand. Then he removed both of their undergarments still remaining and rolled it on himself. He situated himself against her center.

“Expendable was the word you used baby?” He mumbled, pressing another kiss to her jaw. With her eyes widened, she nodded mutely. Humming Connor instructed her to wrap her arms around his neck, “I want to feel you, Sarah…That’s my girl. Because that’s what you are. Mine. My girl.”

With those words, he thrust into her shallowly. They both moaned.

In and out. In a slow steady pace. It was almost like he was teasing her but more intense. They could hear the squelching as well as the slap of their skins. But that wasn’t what filled Sarah’s ears until she and her lover both came; it was the possessive word Connor kept repeating like a mantra. “Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine...”

“Yours,” Sarah echoed as she reached her high. Nails clawing into his back. Choking out another moan, “Yours.”

Connor fell into that pleasurable high a moment later with a throaty groan.

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Afterward, when Connor had cleaned her up (Because he wouldn’t let her do it herself.) and put cream over the burns on her back, (Okay, that’s because she couldn’t reach her burns herself.) and put his shirt back on her, (“I undressed you, baby. A gentleman always takes care of their woman.”) they settled against each other in bed. Sarah nuzzled her face into his fuzzy chest.

“Not that I’m in any way complaining, but what was that?” She whispered, peering up at him from her place on his chest. A worn-out smile on her lips. The arm around her waist tightened as he used his other hand card through her curls.

“Run head first into danger all you want to. I’m not deluded enough to think I could change that about you. Even if it makes me want to shake some sense into you, I don’t think I want to change that about you.” He started softly, “But you are not expendable baby. You have people that care about you.”

He paused to cup her jaw so she was looking at him, “I care about you, Sarah. I love you.”

Their blurry future just got starkly more in focus with those three little words. (She didn’t fail to see the irony that she had just thought about those words just earlier this evening.) It was a scary feeling to realize that they weren’t just on their way to serious anymore. They were right smack dab in the middle of serious. But the more Sarah thought about it, the more she realized…

“I love you too.” She whispered back, pressing a kiss to the hand holding her chin. Because truthfully, Connor’s warm embrace had become a place of safety for her. His warm citrus scent filled her with similar security to what she felt at home. Connor had become home for her. Despite all of the denying she did and attempts to keep herself from getting too attached to him, that’s why she asked Maggie to get him the night she got burned. She pecked his lips, urging him quietly with a bright grin. “Say it again.”

“I love you, baby.” His tone was soft and muted. His smile was gentle as he brushed her curls back and traced a finger down her cheek. Another kiss on his lips was his reward, “I love you too.”

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russosafehaven · 1 year

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There are Widows and there are Men - Part Two

A/N: Thank you so much for the attention on the first part!! I’m so happy people are enjoying it.

Series Title: There are Widows and there are Men

Chapter Title: Part Two - The truth is out there

Song: Anti-Hero - Taylor Swift

Pairings: Billy Russo x Reader, Past Unnamed Widow x Reader

Word Count: 3209

Warnings: Red Room, SA, Dreykov, ED, SH, Canon Typical Violence, Age Gap (Billy’s 30ish and Reader is around 23)

A soft beeping was the first thing you heard when you came to. Paired with the visuals of an all white room. If you weren’t so used to medical surroundings you’d have thought you had died. There was no one else around. For a moment you reconsidered the idea that you had died. Your eyes wanted to close but your mind knew you had to stay awake. As you attempted to recall what had happened, the door to the room swung open. Angry footsteps made their way across the room. Looking for the source you were met with Billy Russo’s eyes.

“Shit”

You muttered as it all came flooding back to you. Bomb in the bedroom, Billy covering you, Jessica, bullet, blackout. There was no easy way to explain to Billy about your childhood. If you could even call it a childhood. Most kids weren’t genetically engineered to be a clone of the Red Room’s most successful Widow. Your eyes drifted away from Billy shame filling you.

“Yeah shit, what the hell was that?”

He sat down in the edge of the bed and a nurse worked in. You looked up and smiled gently. It was Claire. The two of you had met a few times, primarily through Jessica and her vigilante activities. She had walked over, checking your vitals before sending you a wink and a nod towards Billy. Even without words you knew what she meant.

“Well the technical term would be an explosive, but my sisters would tell me that I’m the bomb”

You cracked a smile at your dumb joke. The Red Room wasn’t a pleasant place, but that didn’t mean you didn’t have friends. Even in the darkest of times there was still a light. Yours was a young girl, Nadia. Although she was trained in the science division you were both close. During your time at the Red Room they started a sister program. Pairing older widows with younger ones. You got paired with Nadia, the daughter of Hank Pym or so you were told. The two of you were close, despite the age gap between the two of you as she was 8 years younger. You and Nadia were both born into this life, raised from infancy in the Red Room. There were some differences, she had parents and even a potential life outside of the Red Room. While you were made, taking the term test tube baby to a whole other level.

“This isn’t the time for fucking jokes. What the hell happened back in your apartment?”

A sigh escaped your mouth. You weren’t fond of the idea of opening up to Billy about what you had gone through. What would he think of you? He was a Marine, he had killed people. You had seen the mission statements proving he had. Even at ANVIL some missions still called for it. He was a soldier who had seen horrific shit while you were nothing but an assassin born for it. Billy kept his eyes trained on you as he waited for a response. The ticking of the clock in the background taunted you. Words floated around in your mind as you started to piece sentences together.

“I… I don’t know what you want me to say”

For a brief flash you see sympathy in his eyes before they turn cold again. His lips pressed into a thin line and you wanted nothing more but to kiss his worry away. It was unorthodox and you knew that. Billy was your boss and you were his employee, nothing more. Even if he could be more to you, you were almost entirely sure that Billy would never look at you like you did him. One of his hands brushed his way through his perfect but over gelled hair.

“How about the truth? Or is everything with you just a big fucking lie? You’re my PA and I just found out I know nothing about you so you better start fucking talking”

While his tone was calm it didn’t take an assassin to detect the seething anger. His eyes were like obsidian and they reminded you of a gift you got from Nadia. You were known for your speciality with knives and for your name day Nadia made you a set of obsidian blades. Different sizes and shapes, one was retractable that sat in the inside of your Widow bites.

“If I tell you, you have to tell me you won’t lose your shit. No offence but I know your temperament”

You were spinning on one of that chairs in the lab. Waiting patiently for your results to come back. The last mission you were sent on ended with you landed on your left arm.

“Well the good news is it’s just dislocated. We can pop it back in and you can be on your merry way. The alternative is I can break it and postpone graduation for you”

The girl tending to you smiled, she was a year older than you and had already graduated. The hair on the back of your neck pricked up thinking of the pain. Most Widows didn’t talk about the ceremony as it was painful. Not just physically but psychologically.

“Hey! That’s risky, besides it’s not like I’m going to escape anyways. May as well go through with it y’know?”

The Widow nodded, looking around for others before placing a chaste kiss to your lips. When she pulled away you smiled. The two of you had been dating for a while now. In secret of course, emotions were the key to failure and if Dreykov found out his Widows formed attachments one of you would die.

A small girl appeared in front of the two. Your eyes looked down at her and you smiled gently. The Widow in front of you was your little sister, meaning you were paired with her. The two of you would train, fight and whatever else. That included missions. The 8 year age gap worked out perfectly in your superiors eyes for taking hits. The younger girl, Nadia, would lure them in. Sometimes with playing the helpless kid or other times with some chemical she designed for that purpose. When the victim was tied down or drugged, you would perform the killing. Something you knew Nadia would eventually have to do. It wasn’t something you liked thinking about, young kids growing up being trained to kill. It horrified you but at the same time it was all you knew.

“You two be careful. Don’t wanna get caught”

Next to Nadia another little girl appeared. She was around Nadia’s age and was your girlfriends mentee. Her name was Ying and there was a rare moment you didn’t see her without Nadia. Their friendship was a moment of bliss for you. Seeing moments when they weren’t training, bloody and broken, but just two happy young girls in the lab. Between the four of you, you were the only one who wasn’t in the science division.

“We won’t get caught Маленькие ученые. I’m being careful, no one will get caught on my watch”

As you finished your first little anecdote about the Red Room. Billy’s hand wandered up your arm looking at the silvery scars. His fingers traced them as you made comments about the Red Room, the blood, the torture.

“Why didn’t you tell me? I could’ve gotten you some help for your PTSD or some shit. Got a friend that runs a support group”

You looked at Billy, and wondering what he didn’t understand about what you told him. In his mind, you were just a solider who did what they had to for survival. He didn’t understand that you were a killer, a cold blooded murderer who wasted away anyone who got in your way. You weren’t a noble soldier like him and his military friends, you were a gun for hire. That’s all you were. A monster. A killer.

“Billy the shit I’ve done… it ain’t out of fighting for my country. I’m not a solider like you, I’m a fucking monster. I was made for this life, I only escaped because of Nadia. She saved me that day and I couldn’t help her. The girl I watched grow up drove a knife into my arm to save me and I did nothing. I’m not a hero, not a solider. I’m a gun for hire and nothing else, that’s what he made me”

You looked down at your arms, every scar was for a life you took. Your first kill was during training, it was another Widow and you were both only seven years old. As you held her in a headlock and brutally snapped her neck, you watched her lifeless corpse fall to the ground. That day you had gone back to your room and grabbed the small blade all widows were permitted in case of emergencies. Most of the superiors and people Dreykov deemed important were all clad in suits that protected the from the blades, so there was no chance for escape. As you pressed it into your arm and pulled it through, you watched the rivulets of blood bubble up. Falling gently onto the floor. It was the first time you killed and the first you’d cut. To you it was a reminder of what he turned you into, to everyone else it was a sign of danger.

“No none of that shit. Don’t for a second act like the crap I did was any better. We’ve both killed, we were both fucking weapons don’t act like you’re the only one who gets to have a shitty life”

He grabbed your face harshly as his words were spit into your face. You didn’t budge as he wasn’t threatening to you. He may be a 6 foot ex Spec-Ops Marine but you were a Black Widow. The other girls had called you the Blood Widow as they heard your body count. They all made rumours about it, some sad you haven’t actually killed others spewed bullshit about 10,000 bodies in your list.

“How old were you when you first killed someone Billy?”

He blinked at you like a deer in headlights. His grip on your jaw tightened and you could barely get words out. Somehow you had still managed to ask that daring question. You knew his kill count, 134 people he had wasted away during his time in the military. Not to mention outside of that due to ANVIL.

“What kind of question is that?”

He looked at you with confusion in his face. A dark chuckle escaped your lips. Despite being out of the Red Room for nearly 3 years, nothing changes the person you became there.

“I was seven. We were training and I caught her in a headlock, I snapped her neck without hesitation. Her body fell to floor and I watched them drag her away. She was the first of many and every scar on my body I put there. I would take a blade to my skin to pay for my sins. To beg the world for forgiveness”

He pulled away from you. Standing up and walking to the window across the room. Billy’s hands fell to the ledge and gripped tightly as if he was going to fall. You watch intently as one of his hands was raised and he clenched it in a fist. Without hesitation he brought it slamming down onto the window ledge. The noise rang out and it caused one of the nearby nurses to look into your room. Shaking your hand you sent her away, knowing it’d be best if no one else was around.

You stood in the centre of the room as a girl was tied to the chair. In your right hand you had a gun strapped to you hand. Your trigger finger anxiously wanting to pull away from the weapon. You couldn’t, Dreykov had found out about your relationship and now here you were. Punishments were always cruel in the Red Room, starvation or torture were common. You had seen a few of the girls being waterboarded after failing to kill a target.

“You have failed this institution and now your lovers blood shall decorate the walls”

You refused to let tears spill. Even as her screams ricocheted off of the walls. Anguished screams that fell from the same lips you’d kiss after being patched up in the med bay. You had been together since you were 15 and she was 16, now here you were 5 years later. Preparing to put a bullet in between her eyes.

As the last knot secured her body to the chair your eyes wandered over her. Soft brown eyes, coily black hair and a dark complexion to boot. She was stunning and you fell in love with her at first look. This girl, this smart, loving girl was your first partner. One day you had hoped to escape the Red Room together. Buy a house and live the rest of your days in bliss, away from the gore of your younger years. One small mistake on your hand meant she was losing her life. Nausea sat painfully in your stomach but it wasn’t even the worst of it yet, you’d yet to pull the trigger and watch her life end.

“Pull the trigger Blood Widow and make the Red Room forgive your sins”

Your entire body shook and the anxiety set in. You knew what was going to happen but nothing would make it any better. The gun was raised along with your hand. Pointing it at your lover as her eyes begged you not to kill her. This was all your lives were, attacking and killing in the name of survival. Emotions couldn’t get in the way, even if dying in the moment would be better you couldn’t leave Nadia alone. You practically raised her. Your chest expanded as you brought air into your lungs, releasing it slowly. The click of the trigger and the crack of the bullet was all you heard. They say you don’t hear the bullet that killed you, you wonder if it was true for her. It took residence right between her eyes and you watched the blood leak from the hole. That week you didn’t eat, refusing to. Focusing instead on the ornate carving on your shoulder in her honour.

“Do you know how terrified I was when I saw that bullet enter you? I’ve seen a lot of men die but nothing stung like that moment. Since that day I saw you in the coffee shop. That stupid run down coffee shop near ANVIL. The way you moved effortlessly through the mess and the clutter, I knew you’d be the perfect assistant. I didn’t realise you held such a dark fucking truth”

He was still stood by the windowsill, looking down at the traffic of New York. You studied his body language, clenched hands, stiff back and you were almost sure his face was covered in a grimace.

“I didn’t know how you’d react to finding out the truth Billy. The things I’ve done have always terrified me, even under chemical subjugation. I was still conscious but I didn’t know what was me. I’ve been a puppet for 20 years. Then I managed to get out, I got a job at that coffee shop and than a year later I’m working for you. It’s been 3 years since I got out but I can’t shake it. He’s still sending Widows after me, I thought Natalia took the Red Room down but she failed. Dreykov is smart and he won’t stop until he kills me”

Billy turned around, looking at you. Your stomach churned, it hadn’t officially been said but you felt friendzoned. Of course you were, ‘Billy the Beaut’ didn’t settle down. He walked over to you, sitting down again. He placed a hand on your head, caressing your cheek gently.

“I’ll help you, I can get my men to look after you, you’re not going back to your apartment either. When you get discharged I’m taking you straight to mine. I don’t care, you just get some rest and I’ll be back later”

Billy stood up, flashing a toothy smile at you before walking out. Within the next five minutes a blonde and brunette duo showed up. You looked over at the two, smiling at them. Jessica and Trish reminded you of your friends back in the Red Room. It was why you had clicked with the two of them so well.

“Claire called said you were awake. Apparently you weren’t allowed visitors because the dick bag from your apartment was in here”

Jessica took a seat on one of the chairs as she spoke. You laughed at the prospect of the drunk calling your boss a ‘dick bag’. Trish pulled something out of her back. As you studied her to see what it was your eyes widened when you realised it was candy. It wasn’t something you were allowed in the Red Room and when you had first tried it you fell in love. Jessica had introduced you to Trish not long after you had met the brunette. You clicked with Trish pretty well and you were the voice of reason in the trio. Jessica and Trish were the only two people you knew that about your past. Jess was initially meant to be one of your kills, your were 17 and she was 21 in college. Dreykov had heard of her powers and sent you to take her out. You couldn’t do it and faked her death instead, thankfully Dreykov had believed it. Three years later when you got out you went to Jessica for help. She introduced you to Trish who helped you get a job at a coffee shop. You hadn’t been to a coffee shop before and it was an experience adjusting. Thankfully Trish was a great liar and came up with a lie about you being kept in captivity most of your life so you didn’t know of the outside world. It wasn’t a total lie as it did hold truth. One day Jessica and Trish visited you at your new work place. Your boss allowed you to take a break. A conversation was sparked and Trish asked you your favourite candy. When you told her you’d never had candy, well it shocked her to say the least. Since that moment every time Trish saw you she always had some sort of sweet on hand for you to try.

“He’s a nice guy Jessica. Just a bit… what’s the word?”

Your English was good but you had a tendency to forget words. It wasn’t your first language it wasn’t even your fourth. The girls knew this and weren’t bothered or upset when you forgot something.

“Dickish, bitchy, fuckwad, shitty, bloody stupid, ignorant?”

Jessica’s voice was laced with amusement as she spoke. Her favourite thing next to drinking was cursing and the girl could swear like a sailor. With or without the alcohol.

For a moment your world was just the three of you and you forgot about Billy’s anger. Forget about the attack. Just live with your closest friends for a while.

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havendance · 11 months

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Okay, I am still thinking about Cass and Claire.

It's like: they both admire Batman and they came into Gotham as vigilantes because of that. Cass was searching for redemption. Claire was born of a reenactment of Bruce's tragedy, only one where he was able to stop the worst from happening. Claire doesn't have that life on her hands as a catalyst.

Then there is the deal they make: power for a life. Claire's powers use her life up when she wields them. Cass makes a deal with Shiva, in exchange for her previous capabilities, she will fight her to the death. To Cass, it is a death sentence because she refuses to kill. With Claire, I get the impression that she makes her deal as much because Hank does it. Because she admires her brother and follows his lead. But also she makes the decision because it gives her the ability to do more and to help more people. Cass makes her decision because she can not do what Batman does without it, but also because she can not stand to be less than what she was. To spend years relearning what once came so easily to her.

In a way, they both need to make that deal to fight alongside Batman.

Then there is there relationship with their coming death. I'm still working my way through Tom King's Batman, but Claire seems to me that she isn't thinking about her coming death. She feels young, a teenage who has an easy immortality. Death is a lifetime away even if it is closer to her than most. I think that if she did think about it, death would scare her though. Fear is a thread throughout her both in her part in her and her brother's origin, and then with Pyscho Pirate. Cass knows what death is. She knows what it looks like. It does not scare her, in fact, part of her wants it.

Finally, there's the way that they interact with Batman. Both of them are more powerful than him in their own way; they each have capabilities that he can never have, but the differences in the way he interacts with them is striking. Part of this, I'm sure, is due to differences in authors and the times of their introductions, but you can see some of this even in the comics where they run parallel to each other. Cass is far more isolated in her relationship with Bruce. It's focused entirely on her abilities as a crime fighter. In her Batgirl series, she doesn't learn his identity until she figures it out for herself. Bruce doesn't take her to the cave under Wayne manor, he gives her a satellite cave of her own.

After the incident with Psycho Pirate, Claire is brought back to the Batcave, and brought up into Wayne Manor. Part of that is likely due to the state she was in, but it doesn't change the fact that she is brought into the secret of Bruce's location and identity far sooner. This also is also likely because of there being less of a focus on secret identities in newer comics, but the difference is still striking.

Even in Cass's concurrent appearances in Detective Comics at that time, she doesn't have that same closeness to Bruce. She is on the team headed by Batwoman. While there is a sweet moment where Bruce is like "We should do something with Cass outside of vigilantism", the bulk of her connections are with her teammates and not Batman.

(Once again, different authors, the fact that Detective comics is more of an ensemble cast while Batman is more focused, changes to Cass's backstory etc etc. Still, I think the point stands.)

I also have thoughts about the idea that Bruce sees different parts of himself in each of them, different potentials for their parts in his legacy. Maybe it's simpler for him to connect with Claire in a more holistic manner due to her ordinary background, her relative innocence compared to Cassandra. When he starts separating Bruce Wayne from Batman, which part is better and which is worse? But, I need to think more about how to articulate that…

#the urge to do Live Fast Die Young redux and go into more depth...#cassandra cain #claire clover #I want to stick Claire into the post-crisis continuity so we've got her and Cass's perfect for a year arc going concurrently #it would all be in the lead up to Bruce Wayne: Murderer I think #hmmm #carthago delenda est #live fast die young #dc #bats + birds + affiliated

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poppadom0912 · 2 years

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The innocent detective - Part 7

Warnings: Mentions of death, stalking, murder

Summary: One down, one more to go.

A/N: I'm not too sure how I feel about this one but we have one suspect down! Isn't this just the funnest??

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*****

While driving to Med, Kevin got a call from the insurance company and was given details on the warehouse. So the team split in two, half going to Med and the other half going to the warehouse.

Hank, Al, Jay and Hailey wasted no time, parking their cars and very nicely storming into the ED. Because of the call Jay had with Will less than ten minutes ago, said doctor was already waiting for them at the nurses station.

Hearing their footsteps, Will looked at his brother nervously, not too sure what was about to go down once he let him know of the situation. "So, Simmons is in surgery."

Before any of them could say something, expressing their anger, Will held out his hand to stop them. "We're waiting for Crockett to finish with his patient and he'll take over, which should be very soon."

Just like Will said, Crockett left his patient in the hands of a nurse, leaving the treatment room where he caught sight of the detectives standing in the ED. Quickly nodding at them and Will, he sped off towards the elevators.

Ten very grueling minutes later, a very confused Doctor Simmons still dressed in his surgery scrubs, was being escorted down the halls and towards them by security.

Not bothered by the audience that consisted of the staff and patients of the ED, Jay gladly took Blake from security and wasted no time in putting cuffs on him, ignoring his pleas for help and confusion because he had no idea what was happening.

"Why are you arresting me?" Blake spoke over Hailey who was nonchalantly reciting the miranda warning, looking over his shoulder at Jay who was putting him in the metal bracelets.

"Because I said so." Jay remained stoic, hauling him out the ED. He resisted the urge to punch the dude in his perfectly straight teeth because of the peering eyes but he also didn't want to lose his job over someone so pathetic.

But if it meant getting you back, Jay would gladly lose his job any day.

*****

Kevin, Adam, Kim and Antonio were informed of the arrest while they entered the warehouse which they were told was abandoned. The insurance told Kevin that the factory was once a school that was bought by a lovely couple called Lydia and Jackson Simmons. It was kept in their names but when they died, as part of their will, it was given to their oldest son who just so happened to be Blake Simmons.

But, Blake gave it up at the beginning of the year and his brothers didn't even bother taking it after him. Something about it being none of their business and a waste of a lot of things.

The second they stepped foot into the warehouse, they were met with a stench so bad they had to block their noses, wincing and instantly recoiling.

Splitting up, searching the building, it didn't take long before one of them bumped into something suspicious. Kim held her flashlight in one hand and her gun in the other, as a precaution, and as soon as she turned the corner, she was met with the largest room in the warehouse.

Walls had been broken down, streaks of light came in from bits of broken windows but that wasn't what Kim was looking at. Instead, Kim was staring at the ground in astonishment.

"Guys, I've got something!" Kim shouted, turning her head a little but her eyes were firmly kept on the scene in front of her.

"5021 Eddie, roll the crime lab to my location."

*****

"So, we've got protective detail with every single person that fostered Y/N or did her wrong, even if it was the most petty thing, we have guys with them." Antonio started with, holding up the red tape as he, Hank and Jay walked into the warehouse, going towards the hall Kim had the pleasure of finding.

"Techs are just starting but they're identifying the bodies." Antonio looked at the scene grimly. Techs littered all over, some crouching besides bodies, some taking pictures while the others went scouring for further evidence while dogs were sniffing around for anymore bones. "The hands sticking out from the ground that Kim found, that's Willow and Kieran Jones."

"The first foster parents." Hank said aloud, remembering the couples that fostered you and ended up murdered by so called 'you'. Antonio nodded, confirming as he glanced over the scene along with the two men besides him.

"What about Blake?" Antonio asked, looking at Jay whose green eyes closely watched the techs as they discovered a new body, grimacing at the sight of decomposing bodies. "He talked yet?"

"With Ruzek and Olinsky."

*****

"So, your quite the doctor, surgeon even." Adam started as he huffed, plopping himself down on the chair opposite Blake who was being released from his cuffs by Alvin.

"How does someone like you go from saving lives to helping their girlfriend take them?" Adam asked, beginning to rifle through papers in a file they compiled not too long ago, filled with pictures and the evidence they had.

Blake clenched his jaw, glancing between the detective and officer. He was still dressed in his scrubs and he was still loyal to his girlfriend. "I did no such thing."

Adam hummed, not one bit convinced. Pulling a few papers, he neatly lay them on the metal table, presenting them as nice as he could to take the piss. "So, this man isn't you?"

"That's just us going grocery shopping." Blake scoffed with a smirk. "That's is being an ordinary couple. It proves nothing."

"Oh, your right." Adam took another look at the pictures in faux shock before apologising and showing him another picture. "But, this proves that your girlfriend's been following a detective and tens of other people for nearly a decade now."

The picture was taken by Hailey when her and Jay went to the couples shared apartment and found a storage cupboard/room that was filled with all the pictures and documents in anything and everything about your life. When Blake looked at it, all colour from his face was lost.

"Where's Abigail?" Alvin finally spoke up, leaning on the one way mirror behind the chair Adam was sitting in.

"Why should I know?" The doctor rolled his eyes, crossing his arms and scoffing in his seat. His defense was pretty pathetic and it took a lot of effort for Adam and Alvin not to burst out laughing.

"Oh, that's a hard one." Adam said seriously, thinking about an answer with his hand pretending to stroke his imaginary wizard beard. "She's your girlfriend man. If she's missing, you should be worried."

"Have you tried going to see her at work?" Blake sassily replied back, rolling his eyes at the 'incompetence' of the men in front of him.

Interrupting the interrogation, the door was pushed wide open revealing a stone cold Jay who recognised the face of the doctor, having seen him with his brother several times when he was at Med. You'd seen him too, you've talked to him and had even been treated by him once when you needed a few stitches.

"Nice to see you again Blake, sorry for taking so long." Jay snarkily said, walking into the interrogation room and standing at the end of the table.

"You recognise this warehouse?" Jay asked, showing him a picture of the warehouse the unit just came back from. "Don't lie to me because your name was the last one on the lease."

Colour slightly drained from his already pale face, eyes flickering from the image of the familiar warehouse and the green eyed detective. He wasn't looking as smug as he was a few seconds ago.

"I bet your parents didn't think their son would be hiding dead bodies in the warehouse they made into a school." Jay pouted, trying to see how far he could go before Blake would snap.

"I didn't kill anyone." Blake swore, looking at the three men. "The only people I've ever killed are purely by accident and because I couldn't give them the right medicine, I swear."

Jay hummed, unconvinced. "Yeah, you see Blake, that's not enough for me."

"Where's Abigail?"

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not-neverland06 · 9 months

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Broken Machinery

Pt. 4 (completed series)

Series masterlist

Connor RK800 x fem!reader

A/N: A long one, I wanted some more domestic moments between the two, sue me. Black dahlia’s represent betrayal (or it’s just a nice gift for that emo friend in your life)

Content Warnings: Cussing (duh), body breaking like fine china, shoulders out of sockets (not that bad but I googled a picture of one and it’s gross), overdose (but not really), past death of a child (not reader’s), readers got hair long enough to be in a braid, death of a pot

Word Count: 6.4k

Series Summary: You and your grumpy partner Anderson gain a new addition to the team. He’s supposed to be CyberLife’s best, but there’s something not quite right with his programming, and the problems seem to revolve around you.

Shoulders aren’t supposed to look like that. They’re sure as fuck not supposed to feel like that either. You can’t even lift your arm to peel off your jacket, you don’t have to though, they’re dislocated.

“Y/N!” Calloused hands on your wrist and then all of your body weight is jerked down and hanging from your shoulders, you can feel the moment they rip out of socket, you can’t help the guttural scream that rips its way out of your throat.

The pain from your everywhere is momentarily ignored as you lay in Hank’s lap, sobbing with the relief that you’re still alive. You’re not dead or a paraplegic somewhere in a hospital bed, you’re breathing. You can feel Hank trembling, you’re not sure from what, but he’s silent as he holds you.

You must be going into shock, you can’t really feel anything as he slowly gets you on your feet. You can’t feel your legs moving down the stairwell or him directing you towards the group of patrol cars. One moment you’re on the roof, then you blink, and you’re standing behind an ambulance being looked over by paramedics.

“Cracked ribs, dislocated shoulder,”

Guess it was only the one shoulder, then.

They’re looking you over to assess the damage done. You can just stare blankly down at your sneakers. You’re trying to remember what exactly happened on the roof. But it’s all a blur of adrenaline and primal panic.

He was holding you over the edge, talking to someone. Who?

“Detective! Lieutenant!” Your head shoots up, you ignore the stabbing pain that travels down your spine.

Connor, Connor will save you.

Except he didn’t, he walked away.

He walked away.

You yank your arm free from the paramedic, ignore Hank as he tries to stop you and storm over to Connor. You’d say the look on his face is proud, but you’re not gonna let your heart trick your mind into thinking this plastic son of a bitch can feel anything at all.

“Y/N, I’ve successfully apprehended the deviant.” You’ve still got one good arm. You don’t aim for his face, that won’t do any good, you punch him right in the bio component and watch him crumple to the floor. When hes down you kick your foot into the same spot as hard as fucking possible, ignoring any pain that it brings you.

“Congratu-fucking-lations.”

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

It’s been two days and the detective still refuses to acknowledge Connor. He’d tried to explain his reasoning for leaving her in favor of catching the deviant.

FIND Y/N

Connor double checked the door on the hospital room, he could hear Hank and Y/N bickering from inside. “What did the doctors say?” There was a pause before she responded.

“Another day of bed rest,” she sounded reluctant to answer. Connor hadn’t been able to speak with her after the incident on the roof; he'd had to go straight to CyberLife technicians for repairs. She’d done considerable damage to his biocomponent.

Maybe I deserved it.

“Then get your ass back in bed.”

“Hank, please, I’ve suffered a lot worse than this and made it out perfectly fine.”

Hank didn’t sound amused, and there was a loud thud as something landed on sheets. “I don’t care, Y/N! You’re staying right there, it’s not just your fucking physical issues you have to worry about. I’ve never seen you act like that before, I’m worried about what that fall did to your head.” There was a moment of silence and Connor thought it was a smart time to go inside.

There seemed to be a strange, different sort of silence when he walked into the room. Connor wished his hands were free, there were no objectives or dialogue options to pick from as Hank and Y/N both turned towards him. His hands were full, he looked down to the potted black dahlia between them.

He outstretched his hands and moved towards Y/N. She just stared at him from her spot on the bed, unsure of what to do now, he looked to Hank for an order.

The Lieutenant was watching him with crossed arms and an undetermined look on his face.

Connor cleared his throat and placed the flower down on the table near the bed. He scanned her, a minor concussion, two cracked ribs, and one dislocated shoulder. Her heartbeat was increasing the longer he stared, adrenaline and cortisol reaching a level that told him she was very upset about something.

“Your arm seems to be healing at a good pace. You should listen to the Lieutenant, a couple more days rest and you’ll be feeling much better.” The room remained silent and Connor reached up to fix his already perfect tie. There was something odd about him as he felt the stares of his partners. Something inside felt off.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

“I’m programmed with psychological software that could help you after recovering from a strong shock.”

SUPPORT

ANALYTICAL

STAY QUIET

Connor immediately knew what he said was the wrong choice.

“A strong shock?” Your voice was quiet enough that he almost didn’t catch what you said, but the room was so deathly still it was impossible for you not to be heard. “A strong shock?” You were quickly gaining in volume. “You left me to fucking die! And for what, for the goddamn android to smash its fucking brains out on the interrogation table before we got anything! I would have died for nothing!”

Connor opened his mouth, prepared to argue his side of the problem, but you cut him off with a quiet question he wasn’t expecting. “What was the chance?”

“Sorry?”

You walked up closer to him and tugged his tie so hard he stumbled into you, you used the shock of the movement to jerk him down lower than you. “The chance of my survival, RK800, what was it?”

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

That strange feeling was back, the use of his model instead of his name made him feel wrong.

He shouldn’t be feeling at all.

When he took too long to answer you knocked his legs out from under him and tightened your grip on the tie. “40%,” he tried to keep his voice as quiet as possible but it was clear both you and the liteuant heard him.

You released him like it had burned you to keep holding on to his tie, and the Lieutenant muttered a quiet, “Fucking bastard.” Connor opened his mouth, unsure of what to say, but wanting this feeling to stop and needing the tears forming in the corners of your eyes to go away.

You and the bag you had been packing were gone by the time he had gotten to his feet, Hank stayed behind a moment, gave Connor a long look before following after you. Connor straightened his tie and sleeves and stared at his shoes. He didn’t know what to do.

There was no objective, there was nobody to give him an order. He lifted his eyes to the flower sitting on the table in front of him. Out of the corner of his eye he ignored the way his LED flashed red in a mirror as he reached forwards and grabbed the potted plant.

Connor looked down at his hand and noticed he was holding an umbrella, he was back in the Zen Garden. Amanda was waiting for him on the other side of the bridge.

They walked under the umbrella together. “That deviant seemed to be an intriguing case, a pity it deactivated before you could get any useful information out of it.”

Connor felt the need to defend himself, “Deviants are extremely irrational, which makes it difficult to anticipate their behavior… I should have been more effective.” The last part of his sentence came out without any thought behind it. Like it was an instinct to automatically blame himself, even though no one would know what the deviant could have been planning.

“Did you manage to learn anything?” Connor told her of the strange drawings on the walls, the ones like mazes and the journal that had a strange code inside it. He still had no explanation for rA9 and he could tell Amanda was disappointed.

“You captured the deviant at the cost of your relationship with the detective, have you made any development in that fixing that?”

Connor couldn’t help but think of your face in the hospital room, you were angry yes, but you also seemed . . . Sad.

Connor wasn’t sure if what he was feeling was guilt, but he knew he shouldn’t be feeling anything at all.

“She still hasn’t forgiven me for leaving her to fall. We had an altercation in her hospital room, after the fact and whatever good grace we had developed seems to have been erased.” Connor stopped once he realized Amanda was no longer following.

“We don’t have much time. Deviancy continues to spread, it’s only a matter of time before the media finds out about it. We need to stop this, whatever it takes.”

Connor straightened his shoulders back and looked down at her, “I will solve this investigation, Amanda. I won’t disappoint you.”

“Don’t let relationships get in the way of success, Connor. Improve on them if you can, but remember their lives mean nothing in the grand scheme of your mission.”

“Detective?” Connor knocked on your door again. You lived in a house about fifteen minutes away from the lieutenant’s. He’d attempted to contact Anderson to get your address, he’d hung up every time he’d realized it was Connor calling him. Eventually he just used the information from your personnel file.

Which is how he ended up peering through your windows, trying to catch a glimpse of where you were. Eventually he managed to get a small peak through one of your blinds in the living room. You were asleep on the couch, the TV playing, and there was something in your hand. Connor pressed his face fully against the glass and alarms went through his processors at what he saw.

Pills were spilled on the ground and the bottle was empty in the loose grip of your hand. Connor attempted a scan to see if you were even breathing, but after unsuccessfully trying to wake you up and get your attention he simply broke the glass.

Connor quickly dove through the window and rushed to your side on the couch. He took in your appearance, your mouth was open, barely any breath going in or out. Your lips and nails were discolored and there was a clammy feeling to your skin when Connor pressed his hand to your forehead. He needed to get you awake and alert, first and foremost.

He lightly brought his hand down on your cheek, you shifted but stayed unconscious. “I’m sorry, Y/N, but I need you to wake up.”

He brought his hand down harder and your hand immediately swung out in response. Connors cheek whipped to the left at the force of your slap, it didn’t hurt of course, but it still shocked him.

“What the hell? Connor? Did you just slap me?” Connor looked down at you, extremely confused at your sudden alertness. He couldn’t stop you in time to not notice what he had done to your window. “The fuck? Did you break my goddamn window?” You used his face as an assist in pushing yourself off the couch, his hands went to your hips to stabilize you.

Connor stood as you kneeled down by the broken glass on your ground, swaying slightly. “Shit, I can’t afford to fix this,” you groaned at the sight of the rain pouring into the empty frame. “My things! They’re all getting wet.” Connor walked over and moved anything around the frame to the wall, making sure nothing besides your carpet would get wet. You were silent as you went and retrieved some plastic to cover the window up. Connor wanted to say something to you, but he was unsure what would help the situation.

“Why did you bust in here like the Kool-Aid Man?”

“I thought you had overdosed.” You seemed to finally take in the mess around the couch.

“Oh, crap.” Connor watched you as you picked up the pills and put them back in the bottle, he finished up the window and moved towards where you were sitting on the couch. Your head was in your hands like it was bringing you pain.

Your voice snapped him out of his observation. “You know, for a state of the art android, you’re a real dumbass.” Connor looked down at you, his face must have displayed something he couldn’t identify because you laughed a little.

“My nails look weird because I haven’t finished painting them,” you pointed towards the nail polish bottles on your coffee table. “I haven’t used any chapstick or taken my iron supplements, so there’s lips. And I got tired and fell asleep with the pill bottle in my hand. I was gonna take one for my headache but passed out after I opened the damn thing, which is probably why my head hurts so much.”

Connor was disappointed with himself at everything he had missed, he should have seen all that from the window and not taken such drastic measures. His damage to your domicile had only worsened relations between you. Right now, you hated him worse than Hank.

“You were barely breathing.”

You shot him a deadpan look, “Deep sleeper.” Connor fixed his tie and looked around the house for something to occupy himself with. There was trash everywhere, dirty clothes scattered the ground, and old dished piled in the sink.

“Hey, hey! I don’t need your judgy ass android eyes making me feel bad for my pig sty. Okay?”

“Allow me to help, detective.” Your eyes narrowed, you didn’t seem particularly trusting towards Connor. He couldn't blame you, he’d completely destroyed the small bridge of trust he’d managed to make with both you and the lieutenant. “Your shoulder and ribs are still damaged, I understand it’s difficult to take care of yourself right now. Allow me to help you.”

You laid back down on the couch, and Connor thought you were going to ignore him until you spoke up after a couple of moments of silence. “You’re a detective bot, not a house maid.” You paused before waving your hand through the air. “But sure, whatever, knock yourself out. Just stop fucking standing over me like that.” Connor watched you close your eyes, he continued standing there for a few seconds. You seemed to be faking sleep to try and get him away from you.

At least he finally had an objective he could follow now.

TAKE CARE OF Y/N

He started with the kitchen. Cleaning the takeout boxes off the counter and grabbing any dirty dishes scattered around your home. He stopped when picking some napkins off your coffee table, to check on you. Your breathing had settled and your back was turned towards him. You appeared to actually be asleep this time.

Connor frowned at the position your body was in. You were going to do more harm than good sleeping on your worn down couch. He placed the trash can on the ground and stepped silently towards you. He made sure to be as still and gentle as possible as he slowly rolled you into his arms. You only moved once, to settle your head in his neck.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

He ignored the way his thirium pump seemed to move faster and how the blue blood rushes towards his head. It simply wasn’t possible.

Connor went down the hall and to your bedroom on the right. He gently deposited you into your unmade bed and tucked the sheets over your body. He checked your pulse and scanned your body. Everything seems to be working perfectly.

You were just a disturbingly deep sleeper.

On his way out, something shining on the ground caught his eye. He made his way towards your dresser, at the foot of it appeared to be a picture frame. He looked over his shoulder to ensure you were still asleep before he bent down and grabbed it.

You appeared to be around nineteen years old. You were sitting on a roundabout smiling at the camera, your hair done in two French braids. Your arms were wrapped around a young boy around the age of three. He had his hand around your forearms and was making a strange face at the camera with his tongue out. Neither of you seemed aware your picture was being taken at the moment.

The scan confirmed your identity and gave him the identity of the boy.

DECEASED

Anderson, Cole

9/23/2029-10/11/2035.

Y/LN, Y/N

DPD Detective

Other known aliases:

Y/N ANDERSON

Hank had a son, who had died? You both appeared close in this picture. It’s approximately three years before Cole’s death. Could the death of Hank’s son be what caused the drift between the two of you?

Connor heard you shift on the bed and quickly put the picture back down on the floor. He didn’t believe you would appreciate him further investigating your life. Not when you got so upset with him when he simply took a look at your adoption papers.

Connor examined this new piece of information. It was like he was working two cases at once, solving the deviancy problem.

And trying to figure out your unfortunate past with the Lieutenant. Knowing now that the Lieutenant's son had died he could go ahead and assume that’s when your relationship started to go downhill. A year after Cole’s death is when Hank’s divorce became official, according to the papers he not so legally acquired.

The death of a child will often destroy families, if Hank could no longer be a viable partner to his wife, then perhaps he could also no longer be a father to you.

Judging by the Lieutenants drinking habits he didn’t have a healthy view on mental health, or know how to properly deal with grief.

The way you seem to isolate yourself when Connor brings up your past or tries to have a better understanding of your emotional well being, he can also go ahead and come to the conclusion that Hank passed on his unhealthy coping skills to you.

His assumption is proved correct when he comes across a packet of cigarettes buried between the couch cushions. They’re unopened but the plastic surrounding the carton has been picked at. You seem to be trying to stop yourself from giving in to your unhealthy impulses.

Connor frowns down at the box and decides to do you a favor, he throws them in the trash.

Connor continues cleaning up your home while you sleep, attempting to wash and dry your dishes as quietly as possible. The cleaning gives himself something to occupy his mind with, the frantic, buzzing thoughts about deviants and his frustrating partners temporarily quiet while he focuses on one singular task.

PROTECT Y/N

Connor always accomplishes his missions, even if that just means making sure you can wake up to a clean home, or if he has to protect you from self-sabotaging habits.

You wake up to the smell of smoke and a loud blaring alarm.

You’re soaked in a puddle of your own sweat and have no idea where you are or what day it is. Your head shoots up from your pillow at the sound of something crashing onto the floor in your kitchen. You take a second to realize that you’ve been moved to your bed.

Then you remember what woke you up and you’re bolting out of bed. “Jesus Christ,” your kitchen is a smoky haze as you cough on the suffocating smell of something burned. Connor is standing in front of a pan on your stove, simply watching the flames. “Connor!” You grab a lid off the counter and shove him out of the way as you slam it over the pan, suffocating the flames. You quickly grab the metal sheet off the ground and slam it into Connor’s chest. “Quick make sure the sprinklers don’t go off.” Connor runs towards the alarm in the hallway and immediately starts waving it around.

The sight of Connor, the emotionless android who is always calm and collected, frantically running around waving a metal pan in the air, jumping up and down to get closer to the smoke alarm makes you double over in laughter. There’s an ache in your rbis and arm from the force of your laughter, but you don’t care. You haven’t felt this light for years, you haven’t laughed like that in years.

So you allow yourself to bask in the moment, one peaceful moment where you’re not weighed down by anything, except the weight of your own joy.

Connor didn’t hear you laughing until he finally managed to get the alarm quieted. The joints in his shoulders were tired from his wild maneuvering, but it was worth it. This was the first time since you met that his observation of you showed endorphins and a positive change in your body, not one that comes from feelings of negativity.

It felt like something was in his chest, lifting him up and lightening his weight as he watched you.

SOFTWARE INSTABILITY^

Perhaps you did more damage when you attacked him than he originally thought. Your face contorted in pain as you finally raised up from your position. Connor moved before his processors could give him the option to. He tried to be as gentle as possible as he assisted you in standing. He pointedly ignored your protests that you didn’t need help.

You did and you were getting help whether you wanted it or not.

There was still a slight smile on your face as Connor deposited you on the chair next to your table. He moved towards the stove and turned off the burner, dropping the ruined pot in your sink and running water over it, your house still smelled very strongly of burnt food.

He heard a grunt coming from his right, when he turned something inside his head felt strange. LIke he wasn’t okay with what was happening, perhaps humans called this irritation. A concerning thought, but one he ignored in favor of nudging you aside while you failed to open a window.

“Connor-”

The look he shot you when he turned around was enough to get you to sit back down. “Why are you so stubborn? You should not be here alone, you’ve taken too much damage to even do basic household chores.”

You looked around your house and finally noticed all the hard work he had put in. “Holy shit.” There was a look of appreciation on your face until you turned towards Connor. A pout formed on your face and you crossed your arms like a petulant child, “Maybe I wanted the mess. I liked it like that.”

Were you seriously having this argument with him right now? You being difficult for no reason was causing his programming to go haywire. There were red warnings in the corner of his eye telling him he was going to overheat, he dismissed them and stormed towards you.

His hand landed on the table more harshly than he intended, causing you to jump in your seat. “You’re behaving like a child, Y/N, you’re a grown woman act like it! You need my help, there’s nothing wrong with letting me assist you, so just let me help you.” Without consciously activating it the voice he uses during intimidation tactics had been used.

His eyes were drawn down to your thighs, you had them clenched tightly together, your thighs pooling out on the chair below you. Your lips parted slightly as you stared at him. Connor quickly scanned you, your heat level was rising, your heart rate had accelerated and there was an increased level of estrogen and testosterone production. A thermal scan showed an increase of heat in your pelvic area.

ACTIVATE SEXUAL SUBROUTINE?

It wasn’t until the message appeared in front of him and blocked his view of your face did he realize how close he was to you.

This was highly inappropriate. You were injured and still upset with him, there was no need to seduce you.

ACTIVATE SEXUAL SUBROUTINE

He was designed with the intent to complete his mission at any cost. In case there was ever an issue between him and one of his partners and other more illicit methods were needed to gain their support, he was equipped with the capabilities to do so. This wasn’t a situation where methods like that were necessary, so why was there a prompt for it?

Connor backed away from you immediately, it wasn’t right to be taking advantage of your emotional vulnerability. From the corner of his eye he saw you slump back down into your chair. “What-“ you cleared your throat. “What were you even trying to make?”

Connor looked back towards the pot, his hands reached for the coin in his pocket. He needed to do something to get his software back in order. He didn’t turn to look at you, knowing he wouldn’t be able to focus. He thought back to the pasta sauce on your counter. “Spaghetti, for some reason the noodles burned onto the bottom of the pot.” After he was done recalibrating he placed the coin back in his pocket and found it was okay to look at you now.

Your eyes were glued to his hand for a moment before they shot back up to his face. “Burned, to the bottom of the pot? How the hell do you burn water?”

Connor tilted his head to the side, “Water?”

Your mouth dropped open and your eyes widened. “You’re kidding? Tell me you’re kidding.” Connor didn't know how to respond to you so he remained silent. “Oh my god,” you dropped your head into your hands. “You didn’t put water in the pot.”

“Was that required?” You didn’t answer him, instead you stood and walked over to the sink, Connor followed behind you, unsure what you wanted him to do. The both of you stared down into the pot as you lifted the lid, the pasta has blackened at the bottom. Even when you stabbed at it with a knife it wouldn’t come off the pot.

Your, “yeah, it needed water,” was quiet as you went outside and tossed the pot in your trash bin. Connor stood by your opened back door awkwardly, he didn’t feel good at disappointing you and failing his task.

“I apologize Y/N, I failed.”

You snorted, “Big time, how the hell do you not know to put water in the pot?”

Connor looked down at his shoes, “I was not built with cooking capabilities,” he risked a look at you.

You were standing there, just staring at him with your arms crossed before you finally shrugged, “Well then… I guess Barbie’s got you beat.”

“Dammit, Connor, I can feed myself!”

Connor leveled you with a look that allowed for no arguing. “Your dominant arm is dislocated and you refuse to wear your sling, I’m going to assist you.” He pushed the fork against your mouth again and you reluctantly opened your mouth to eat the pancakes he had ordered. This was so humiliating, you were desperate to get him to leave at this point.

After the pot had been destroyed and subsequently disposed of he had ordered some food and you sat down in your living room.

Your entire home was absolutely spotless, when you went to the bathroom you’d noticed he’d mopped the tiles. You were not asleep long enough for him to clean your living room, let alone your whole house.

While you were still against the idea, you could understand why some would prefer android cleaning services to human. You didn’t even want to sit on your couch, afraid of wrinkling the now pristine cousins.

Once you’d sat on your couch, you’d waited for him to leave.

Except, he didn’t, he sat down next to you and then just stopped moving. No blinking, no breathing, just absolute stillness. So, still being pissed at him you’d grabbed a marker off your desk and scribbled some drawings on his face. A heart, random flower, some choice words, nothing too bad. However;

They were staring at you right now as he force fed you.

He’d called a repairman while you had drawn on him, someone would be coming by to fix your window tomorrow, CyberLife would be footing the bill. After he’d made the order for the repair he’d asked what you would like to eat and made a call for the pancakes.

He still hadn’t noticed the drawings, it was a struggle not to choke on your laughter.

You forced a yawn as you pushed his hand away from your mouth, he frowned at the action. “Are you tired, detective?”

“Yeah, I am,” now please get the hell out of my house.

“You should bathe before you go to sleep.” Your head shot towards his, the action hurting your neck. You ignored it in favor of giving him your famous The Fuck Did You Just Say™️ look.

First, he lets you fall off a building and nearly die. Next, he breaks your god damn window and destroys your pot. Now he’s saying you stink. And good grace you held for Connor was gone, obliterated at the comment.

“That’s it Connor. You’ve stayed far past your welcome, I’m done.” Your resolve almost broke at the way Connor’s shoulders slumped. You straightened your shoulders, ignored the pain shooting down your arm, and rebuilt your walls.

You should thank Connor honestly, him letting you nearly die had reminded you of exactly what he was. Nothing more than a plastic soldier that only cared about his mission. You meant nothing to him. Your life was nothing. How could something that could so easily be put into a new body have any idea about death. He couldn’t.

But something that couldn’t die, also couldn’t feel. Those small touches, and the times he would check in on you, it was all manipulation. Just like the way he lied about having a favorite dog, they were all subtle little manipulations to have you as agreeable as possible. And a visceral rage filled you at the thought that he had almost succeeded.

Your heart had almost been his.

You rebuilt your walls and stared him down. “Leave. Now.”

Connor didn’t frown, he didn’t cry or scream at you to let him stay, but the look in his eyes as he stared up at you from his spot on your couch said enough. He looked genuinely hurt at what you said. Not possible.

“You can take your sad little eyes and you can shove them up your ass, Connor. Get the fuck out of my house.” You stormed out of the living room and into your bedroom. He’d cleaned it up and replaced your sheets while you’d waited for the food to arrive.

The lack of your mess made you angrier than it should have. How dare he just come into your house and start acting like he belonged there?

Like he had any right to be near you?

If he could feel pain you would beat him twice as bad as you did after the rooftop incident.

Apparently he’d had to get three parts replaced by CyberLife after what you did. Hank had been complaining about the paperwork the entire time you were in the hospital.

If your arms and ribs weren’t aching you would be pitching a major fit, and ripping the goddamn sheets right off the bed. At the moment, however, the pill Connor had forced you to take was kicking in and making you sluggish.

The only reason you had allowed Connor to stay in the first place was because you were still waking up from your nap. He seemed determined to keep you weak and tired so you couldn’t get rid of him.

You heard footsteps and then a hand was wrapped around your non-injured elbow. “I’m not leaving, detective. Someone in your condition needs assistance.” You turned around in his arms and tried to push him off of you, but he wouldn’t budge. Both of his hands moved to your biceps. The look he gave you made you stop, “Y/N, please, let me help. Please.” He seemed so sad, there was a slump to his shoulders that made him look almost shameful. The tone of his voice made you believe he actually wanted to help, that this wasn’t a part of his programming.

You blamed how easily you gave into him on the drugs.

“Absolutely not!”

Connor was holding your towel in front of him like a shield. “I won’t look, detective, I promise.”

“Hell no! Line drawn! You shall not pass.” He gave you a stern look. Like you should feel dumb for thinking he wanted to see you naked, maybe you were, but you didn’t want any pervy CyberLife techs scanning through his mainframe and seeing footage of you naked. “I’m not gonna let your bosses see me naked.”

Connor seemed to catch onto your train of thought. “I won’t be recording when you’re bathing, I promise we’ll be completely alone.” You crossed your arms, this is one battle he would not be winning. Android or not, your stubbornness was not something to be so easily reckoned with. Connor let out a long sigh, “Fine. You clean yourself, and then we can draw a bath and I’ll assist you with your hair.”

You’d made the mistake of admitting to him that you hadn’t exactly been keeping up with your hygiene while you’d been on the case. You’d been keeping your hair in two braids and have been taking quick showers in between working the case. It was one of your more major flaws. Letting yourself get swept up in the mystery at the expense of your own self-care.

You’d also made the mistake of telling him that it hurt too much to wash your hair, or even attempt to. Now he was insisting on helping you.

Connor looked at your arms and mimicked your posture. “We can stand here all night, detective, I’m not budging.”

You were standing there for two minutes before you realized he was actually being serious. Your chest was starting to ache with the effort of keeping yourself upright. You shifted around and he didn’t even blink. Your skin was starting to buzz with boredom.

After another minute you saw that he wasn’t blinking. Narrowing your eyes and moving closer to his face you waved your hand in front of his face. “Are you serious?” He’d gone into sleep mode, you could tell by the pulsing yellow LED on the side of his face. “Bitch.” And he had ‘coincidentally’ blocked the bathroom exit. Groaning you took the towel in his hands and threw it over his head.

“RK800 wake up.”

Connor’s systems slowly came back online at the sound of your voice. Everything was at 100%, except his optical units didn’t seem to be processing his environment correctly. It took a second before his sensors recognized the fabric of a towel over his head. He sighed and ripped it off his head.

The sight before him had him momentarily stopping. You were in your freshly cleaned tub, bubbles covering your body as you looked at him expectantly. “You wanna help me out or what, sleeping beauty?”

ACTIVATE SEXUAL SUBROUTINES?

SYSTEM OVERHEAT IMMINENT

ACTIVATING COOLING SYSTEM

You looked concerned by the time Connor had managed to calm his sensors, there were parts of him coming online that were not necessary at this moment. He tightened his tie as a poor attempt to get everything back in order. It didn’t work, he was still distracted by your lack of clothes. He could not understand why.

“I’m starting to get creeped out, Connor.” That got Connor’s attention. He never meant to make you uncomfortable.

He moved to sit beside the tub and pulled up his sleeves. “Apologies, detective, my systems were coming back online.” You nodded your head and he hoped you couldn’t see through the lie. Connor used the pitcher beside him to wet your hair and began massaging your scalp as he rubbed the shampoo in.

You moaned as his hands came down to rub your neck. It triggered another cooling process. Much of the rest of your bath was the same, he was struggling with strange impulses that were activating outside his control and programming. When you had leaned your head back on the rim of the tub he’d wanted to press his lips against your stretched neck.

He’d seen humans do it before, but the emotions connected to the act were something Connor wasn’t capable of. He was experiencing what some might call a mental crisis as he helped you wash your hair.

When he was finished, he handed you a towel and went to your room to grab you some pajamas. The picture of you and Cole was facedown on your dresser, moved from the upright position he had placed it in while he had cleaned.

He placed the tank top and shorts you requested on your sink and waited for you in your bedroom. When you walked in you seemed surprised to see him standing by your bed. Your face quickly morphed into one of resignation as you threw your towel on your bed.

Connor made a note to pick it up.

“What now?” He held out the brush in his hands.

“I’ll braid it for you, so you don’t have to worry about styling it with your injured shoulder.” You stopped fidgeting with the end of your shirt and instead gave him a bewildered look. “Is something wrong, detective?”

You cleared your throat before answering, “Nothing it’s- Nevermind.” You sat on your bed with no argument, something Connor was surprised by, considering you seemed to find it necessary to argue with him about everything.

By the second braid you were fully leaning onto his leg, Connor had to keep readjusting so he had room to finish off the braid. The medicine seemed to have fully kicked in, you didn’t make a fuss when he gently guided you under the covers and turned your light off. He knew you were still awake as he made his way to your door.

“Good night, detective.”

He didn’t get a response.

#Broken Machinery #connor rk800 x reader #Connor rk800 x fem!reader #connor rk800 #Connor rk800 dbh #detroit become human #detroit: become human #detroit: connor #dbh #dbh x reader #dbh x fem!reader #detroit become human x reader #Detroit become human x fem!reader

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Hell yeah i got some recs!! Most of mine are going to be more Hank and Connor or Reed900 centric, so keep that in mind.

From it's Own Wreck by Jivvin is my current favorite! It's a ghost au based on the film Just Like Heaven (2005) and it's full of gorgeous writing and has lots of great moments in it. I can't recommend it enough. It is incomplete, but the author regularly updates and it's a few chapters away from being finished.

Deviating and Solving Crime with 100% Human Detective Connor by CaptainKenway. Exactly what it says. You're solving crime with a 100% human detective, nothing else. Nothing suspicious about him. 0_0 It has some good angst and funny moments, and i really enjoyed reading it.

Detroit 07 by Rhinozilla is INCREDIBLE! It's a 38 part series (i know, im stilling working through it) and it's got so much angst, found family, comfort, crack shenanigans, and just as much plot as there is silly oneshots. It's got some OCs in it that are amazing and fit so well into the story, and it does deviate a little bit from the norm (different name for Nines for example, and no reed900) but it's still really good. Since there are so many parts to it and two of the parts are over 400k each, here are some of the smaller oneshots that can be read easily by themselves:

Color Wheel: Connor sustains minor damage to the hardware controlling his appearance. Everybody in the bullpen is united with one singular mission: do not let Connor know that his hair keeps changing colors.

The Breathing Graveyard: The DPD sends Connor to talk down a volatile deviant that's holed up in a trailer near the android scrapyard. It doesn't go the way any of them expect.

Bubbles: Connor gets stuck watching a lost little girl while they wait for her parents to come pick her up at the station.

And then i'd recommend Chapter 51 of Camaraderie if you're up for a wholesome father-son moment.

Through Your Veins by AceEmerson: Nines gets hurt and Gavin takes him back to his apartment to patch them up. There is also an android cat, first kiss, and TENSION

Secret by sv962: Role-reversal Reed900, first kiss. Tis very good. Semi-short at less than 5k and you want a good little role reversal, i recommend it.

The unexpected benefits of having a therapist terminator by texs_sins: Undeviated Nines decides to become Gavin's therapist to help improve their work partnership. 'Surely exposing himself to human emotions won't make a difference, after all nothing has ever made him deviate, right?' it's a fantastic fic and i love their take on Machine Nines and Deviated Nines. (fair warning because it's not listed in the tags, there's a little bit of smut in the last chapter, but easily skippable if you aren't up for it)

Beautifully Unique and Strange by cliffhanging: autistic Connor oneshot because we need more autistic Connor fics

Only Skin Deep by the AsexualofSpades: pre-relationship Reed900, where Nines tries to hide as much of his androidness in response to his anti-android partner five times and the one time he doesn't. It has a nice follow up fic too and i recommend it!

i think that's a fair amount to stop at, oh my god. And thanks again for your recs!! I'm gonna get reading to them tonight!! <3<3<3

Ahhh hell yes! Thank you so much!!

I have read the texs_sins fic (and most of theirs) but I'd definitely reread them bc I love them a lot so thank you for reminding me!

I am ALWAYS DOWN for more father son content with Hank and Connor, thank you SO much. It's so hard for me to find any these days.

Detroit 07... Almost sounds like a kind of Brooklyn 99 AU? In which case idk if I should read it just yet because I am also writing a dbh brooklyn 99 AU and I don't want to accidentally steal ideas or be influenced by someone else, but maybe after I post my own work I'll check it out! (two cakes!)

These all sound super fun thank you for the recommendations!! <333

#Dbh #Dbh fanfic #Fanfic recs #Thank you!!

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Fic Recs: Detroit: Become Human

this game was so fun to play (even if my reaction time isn’t the best) and i love so many fics about it, so here are some of my favourites! (mostly connor-centric)

You Are Strange by self_indulgent_authorship

Cyberlife believes they have successfully created an android capable of being transferred from body to body, even after death. RK800 313 248 317 -51 is on his eleventh body, and the humans rejoice. They name him Connor, and forget about the broken remains of his fifty previous iterations. They forget the terrible ways they brought them to an end, and focus instead on the remarkable success of an android that can never die. Except they are wrong. Connor has never been transferred. Connor has never died. Because Connor is only RK800 -51, not RK800 -40, the first to be “transferred,” and not any of the other forty-nine RK800s that have been activated. He is only -51, only Connor, pretending to be something he has never been, hiding the dozens of voices constantly warring for space and begging for safety.

i love the worldbuilding that goes on in this fic, with the many different rk800 models having a shared consciousness. i also love how the presence of these many different models affect both how connor interacts with others, and the choices he makes in the main plot.

The Double Life of Connor, The Deviant Detective by TheProphetMich

Connor gets appointed to the DPD as the first (non-prototype) android detective months before deviants enter the public eye. He continues to work alongside Hank after he deviates and saves androids while pretending he's still a machine.

i love the new detective cases in this fic that are very well thought out, and also how connor’s interactions have changed due to his long-lasting deviancy. plus, connor & luther friendship my beloved!

Pennies in the pool by WabiSabi

It´s not that Connor was developed to become a deviant, but he was designed with the deviancy phenomenon in mind. Meaning: were he to fell into it, they've planned countermeasures; if he didn´t, then it means they succeeded in creating a new code that it´s free of the problem. A win-win situation, really. (Or where Connor accomplishes his mission, becomes obsolete, and it´s deactivated. Then he wakes up back on his first day of existence, with an Amanda and a CyberLife none the wiser to any problem. So he saves Daniel. And keeps saving other androids, not entirely sure why but unable to stop himself. Becoming an enigmatic symbol of the Android Revolution had not remotely been part of his plans, however. And Hank and Markus are not helping.)

this fic has done the time travel aspect really well and allows the events of canon to play out in ways not possible in the main game. daniel also plays a much larger role in this one, with connor & daniel friendship

Random Acts of Deviance by HighlyOveractiveImagination

Following the incident at Cyberlife Tower, Hank is having a hard time trusting that Connor is always Connor. Even after the success of the Android revolution and Connor's reinstatement at the DPD, Hank still needs reassurance that he hasn't been tricked again if Connor is out of sight for too long. Cue what Connor calls "Random Acts of Deviance".

this is a crack fic with a helping of angst towards the end of it. the humour in this is great, especially with all the different random acts connor does

Deviating and Solving Crime with 100% Human Detective Connor by CaptainKenway

Due to their prototype deviating on its first mission, the RK800 series is immediately discontinued and dismantled. Newly woken up in the junkyard with a will to live and actual wants and desires, Connor cobbles himself back together with no mission in place. What does Connor want to do? Might as well give this detective thing a shot. Featuring Connor passing as human at the DPD I present… 5 times Connor was almost revealed as an android + 1 time he was

the interactions between connor and his co-workers while he is ‘human’ are so interesting when compared to their interactions in-game. not to mention we get connor doing his best to save deviants while pretending he is just a normal human detective

cha-cha sliding into those dms by presidenthomewrecker

Connor downloads a new slang dictionary to make himself more relatable to Lieutenant Anderson. Debatably, he's successful.

didn’t know i needed connor saying ‘one thicc stab wound lieutenant’ but we learn new things every day. he really does act like he’s been shat out of 2016 and this fic is all the better for it

Holding a Gun by self_indulgent_authorship

Some thought Markus was rA9, the savior of androids who had come from among them to free their people. All of their people. His message seemed to prove that—peaceful and nonviolent, even in the face of direct attack from humans. But one decision made out of fear in the shadows of an abandoned church shattered that illusion for many—broke it, shut it down as quickly as the android who lay dying on the dirty floor, all for the threat he never had the choice to become. (Or, Markus decides not to trust Connor in the church, and the androids of Jericho don't take too kindly to that)

this fic has done a great job at portraying how connor’s death due to markus would impact both the other deviant androids and how the events of canon would play out, instead of the non-reaction we get in the main game. i love it!

#detroit become human #dbh #fic recs #dbh fic recs #dbh connor #hank anderson #dbh markus #my computer could barely handle the graphics but it was still so good

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Thank God For Hometowns Chapter 3 - Back Where I Come From

Summary: Kim deals with her loss, and decides to put Chicago in her rear view mirror. Series masterlist here

Words: 3k

Warnings: Bob Ruzek

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IV pain meds, Kim decided, were nice.

She’d been semi conscious for what she thought was a couple of hours, able to hear what was going on in the room around her but not able to open her eyes yet. She could hear Trudy and Mouch speak lowly, feel when the nurses came in and gave her medication or checked on her. But it was peaceful.

Kim floated along, not wanting to open her eyes or be conscious. Consciousness meant that she had to admit that the memories were real, that it wasn’t just a bad dream. That Adam was dead. That their baby was gone. But while she was here she could pretend none of it was real.

All too soon she knew she had to wake up, Trudy’s worries getting louder and infiltrating the nice bubble she’d made for herself. But she didn’t want to open her eyes.

“It’s been too long, why isn’t she awake?” She could hear Trudy through the fog, her aunt’s voice clearly anguished.

“You heard the doctor, she lost a lot of blood. It’ll take time for her to come out of the anaesthesia. Give her space.” Mouch was comforting his wife, and it hit Kim that she wouldn’t get that now.

“Trudy? Mom?” Her throat was dry, voice hoarse as she spoke, but there was a flurry of movement and a hand encasing her left one.

“We’re right here, Kim. Right here. Take your time.” A straw was pressed to her lips and the lukewarm water was the best thing she’d drunk in a long time. Fluttering eyelids opened to the bright light, two of the people who’d raised her at her side.

“Hey…” Her voice trailed off, pain beginning to radiate through her abdomen. “He’s gone, isn’t he?”

Even in her drugged state she could see the two faces calling, Trudy’s hand clenching hers.

“Adam died, Kim. You’ve been out for nearly a day. When they found the two of you he was already gone. I’m so, so sorry, sweetheart.”

Tears streamed down her face, a nurse running in as her heart rate spiked. It was an injection into her IV and Kim’s eyes blessedly closed.

When she came back it was dim in the room, Mouch sitting there alone, his hand on hers.

“Hey, Coach,” Kim croaked, a smile on Mouch’s face at her words.

“Hey kiddo. Need any pain meds?”

She felt for a moment, the dull ache all that was there. “I’m ok. I think. Where’s Trudy?”

“She had to go make a couple of calls. Hank and Erin were calling to check on you, she wanted to fill them in. We were in the diner when Al called Hank to let him know you were missing.”

“How long was I gone?” The fog was lifting, sitting there looking at the man who’d protected her and her friends as kids.

“Twenty hours. They grabbed the two of you at around four, and you were found just before noon. It was close for you…Adam was gone a few hours when they arrived.”

“I know.”

It was quiet between the two for a while, Kim staring at the ceiling. It was so fucked up. Before either of them could speak a doctor came in, black scrubs on.

“I’m Doctor Marcel, can I speak to Kimberly alone?” She nodded and Mouch left, the doctor sitting beside her.

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, Kim shrugging.

“I’m on the good drugs I think. What happened?”

He went over everything, that she’d been shot in the abdomen, the bullet lodging in her liver and just missing her hepatic artery. She’d coded on the table once, barely making it out of surgery. Her wrists were raw from the rough rope that had been around them, and it would take a week or so before she was well enough to leave the hospital.

“What about the baby?” His face darkened, shaking his head once.

“We weren’t sure if you were aware so we weren’t going to say anything. I’m so sorry, Detective, you had a miscarriage.”

“Can we not tell anyone? I hadn’t said it to anyone except Adam, and now…”

“Don’t worry about it. I won’t talk about your medical conditions with anyone else.”

He left and Mouch and Trudy arrived back in her room, pushing two cots to sleep beside her as Kim had a drugged sleep.

The next morning she was given liquidy oatmeal and juice for breakfast, Trudy going to shower and change. For the first time since she’d properly woken up she was entirely alone, Mouch gone to check on the apartment for her while she decided what to do.

She didnt want to stay in Chicago. The city that she’d lived in since she was eighteen, where she’d lived and loved. And it had now taken Adam from her, taken their baby. They’d done everything by the book, and it wasn’t enough. Tears began to fall down her face as she realised he was gone. She’d tried and held him and he was gone. She was alone.

“Kim?” Trudy came into the room and saw her tears, an arm around her shoulder. She held her while Kim sobbed, shaking wracking her body and making her wounds ache along with the cramps she was feeling.

“He’s gone…Trudy he’s gone. Why did he die and I didn’t?” Her aunt whispered soft words to her as she cried, held tightly.

That afternoon Antonio arrived, his face grave. Eva and Diego were with him, the two kids grinning seeing Kim there and she put a smile on her face for them.

“Are you ok?” Eva asked, Kim nodding.

“Sore but I’ll be ok. It took some surgery to get me to here. What’s up?” They sat and chatted until Antonio convinced them to go to the cafeteria, sitting opposite Kim.

“We got Welch. He’s going down for good, the Feds took over the case. You won’t be needed to testify.” It was a sigh from Kim, a small smile on her face from it.

“He enjoyed it, Antonio. He wanted to watch us die.”

“You’re still here.”

“Adam’s not.” It was quiet for a moment, Antonio nodding.

“No, he’s not. The brass have offered you a meritorious promotion to sergeant and the chance to run your own unit. They want you to come back and run gangs out of the 14th.”

“No.” The word came out quickly, but it felt right. “I want to put my papers in, can you get them for me? I can’t do this. I can’t do it. Not after this.”

“Are you sure?” There were no words between them, just the droning of the morning talk show in the background.

“Any time I do anything it’ll remind me of him. I want to move back home. When’s the funeral?”

Antonio promised to get the papers in for her, pulling up Bob’s number and putting him on speaker. Kim held her breath as her almost father in law picked up the phone.

“Dawson, what’s up?”

“Hi Bob. Kim wants to know when the funeral is, what she can do in it. She’s not allowed walk yet but she needs to be there. I was thinking the eulogy for her?”

It was an argument between the two men, Kim keeping her mouth shut and biting her lips not to yell at Bob as he insisted she shouldn’t be anywhere near it. But finally the call was over and she was able to say her goodbye to the man she loved so dearly. Antonio left with a hug, promising to come see her again before she left.

Trudy and Mouch’s arrival back into the room was met with Kim sitting up, playing with the chicken broth she was allowed to eat. When they sat beside her she looked over, sipping on a spoonful before speaking.

“I put my papers in this morning. Can I move back home with you? I don’t want to be here, I can’t go back to our apartment again. I can’t stay here.”

“You can come wherever you want, as long as you’re sure.” Mouch was the first one to speak, his hand gripping hers. She’d never really seen him as a father figure - he was always her aunt’s boyfriend, Voight had filled the father gap for her really - but the only thing she felt with him there was waves of comfort and caring.

“If it’s what you want, you come home. We can do up your room for you, make it less 2006 Tiger Beat and more 2020 Kim.” Even her aunt’s snark wasn’t as bad, Kim supported by her family as she sat there, staring at the tv and wishing she was anywhere else at all.

The morning of the funeral Kim was sitting into a wheelchair, still not allowed to walk long distances. Trudy had brought her blues for her, Kim wearing them perfectly. There was a knock on the glass door and she turned her head, Voight standing in the gap. There was a bouquet of pink and purple peonies in his hand, exactly the same as the ones he got her and Erin when they were kids.

“Hey, Kim. You ready?” He asked, Kim smiling sadly at him. “Today is going to be the hardest day of your life. You’re going to hate every single person there, and you’re going to want to scream at them. But we’ll all be right there with you, ok?”

“How do I do this, Hank?” Her voice was quiet, unsure about what she was asking. “How do I sit there and watch when I was there when he died. His last words were that he loves me. How am I…I don’t know if I can do it.”

“You’ll do it for him. Because if it was the opposite way around he’d be right there, as painful as it is. Let’s go.”

She let him push her out of the hospital, stares at his black suit and her CPD blues. It was into a cab and let out at the church that they were supposed to be married in, but instead there was a guard of honour outside. Kim took her place beside Antonio at the head of it, sitting in the chair and watching as Adam’s casket was brought inside.

She wasn’t involved in the planning, the casket totally different to what she would have picked for Adam - dark rich mahogany and gold handles. A city of Chicago flag was on top of it, part of their unit the pallbearers. She was the first behind it, Antonio pushing the chair and Bob walking beside her. Kim would never remember much of the service, hymns and readings going past her. She could feel her family behind her, Trudy’s hand on her shoulder before she wheeled herself to the front of the altar for the eulogy. It was a fight with Bob to get to do it, but she sat and took a breath.

“I never expected to be here for a eulogy for Adam, it was supposed to be our wedding. Adam Ruzek was born to be a cop. He loved deeply, and was loved and cared for by everyone he knew. He was the kind of guy who you met and got this just sincere feeling of “everything is going to be ok”. It didn’t matter what it was about, it was just the feeling you always had.

“I met Adam my second year in the 21st. He was the hotshot that got pulled from the Academy and did the job I wanted, and I was jealous. And then he flirted with me and I melted. That was eight years ago, and two years ago he proposed to me at a gas station on I-55 on our way back to Chicago from spending time with my family. Once he put that ring on me it wasn’t coming off.

“To the end, Adam was one of the best men I’ve ever met. The world has lost the most special person we had. I will love you forever, Adam. We’ll all miss you.” She wheeled over to the casket, his too pale face and closed eyes clear that what had made him him gone.

“I love you. Look after our baby.” She whispered, kissing her fingertip before pushing it to his forehead and then heading back to where shed been sitting.

It was decided that Adam was to be buried in the graveyard adjoining the church and Kim’s chair couldn’t make it to the gravesite. Instead she held onto Hank’s arm, pain ripping through her as she hobbled across to where Adam’s mom and grandparents were buried, watching the casket slowly lower in. White roses were handed to the cops to put on the grave, Kim following suit. She watched as the flag was folded and the cop in charge walked towards her to give it over, but Bob stood in the way. She ignored him anyway, tears streaming down her face as the service ended and she realised she had to leave Adam there alone. He hated being alone.

“Can you give me a minute?” She asked Hank, Trudy and Mouch just behind him. “I…I need to say goodbye.”

“Take all the time you need.” Hank kissed her cheek, Trudy squeezing her arm and Mouch giving her a nod. She stood beside the grave, staring down into it. The gold plate on the top of the casket with Adam’s name was half hidden under the flowers.

“I’m so sorry. I’m sorry I didn’t fight, I’m sorry I didn’t do more pressure. Baby I’m so sorry.” She stood there repeating that she was sorry over and over, unwilling to leave. Once she left it was done.

“Why did you even appear?” Kim turned, wincing slightly at the pain in her chest from turning quickly to see Bob beside her. Anger twisted his face as he spoke. “It’s your fault he’s dead. You killed him. You killed my boy, if he had a proper cop as his partner he’d be fine. You should be the one in the ground, not him.”

Kim stared in shock, unable to formulate a response. Before she had a chance to say anything Trudy came beside her, the protection only a mother could offer on the tip of her tongue. Antonio and Al got between them, Kim’s sergeant staring at Bob in disgust.

“They were abducted, Bob. He was in her arms and she’d been giving him first aid for the entire…don’t even.”

“SHE KILLED MY SON!” At the loud anger Kim turned away, using Trudy to support her to leave. Tears fell down her face as she got into the car, pain echoing through her body. She’d done too much, but she had to say goodbye to Adam. She’d never have forgiven herself if she didn’t.

Over the next four days she did therapy each day, most of her unit coming to visit her to say goodbye. Jules gave her a hug, Jin and Rixton bringing flowers and an Amazon gift card as a goodbye. Antonio called by the night before she was discharged, sitting in the uncomfortable visitors seat.

“Are you sure putting in your papers is the right decision?” He asked, Kim nodding.

“I can’t stay here, ‘Tonio. Every time I’d be in work I’d think of him. This entire city has Adam written all over it. I can’t do it.” She took a deep breath. “I get discharged tomorrow, I’m clearing out my locker and then Trudy’s driving me to Appleton. Mouch has a U-Haul with my belongings, Adam’s dad can deal with his. I never want to see him again.”

“More than fair. We’re going to miss you, Burgess. Eva will miss her telenovela buddy.”

“You forget I have your daughter on Facebook.” Antonio hugged her firmly, holding her close for a moment.

“I’m so proud of you for making it out.” He left after speaking, tears in both their eyes.

After her final therapy appointment Kim was ready to leave. She’d packed her bag and as soon as Doctor Marcel was back to discharge her she got into the wheelchair to leave. Trudy pushed her out and got her into the car. It was easy instructions to the 21st, Kim leaving her aunt in the car as she got out to walk down to the locker room.

When Kim came in the room was silent, black bands on everyone’s badges for Adam. It was nods to her as she took a box from the desk sergeant, straight into the locker room to empty it. One of Adam’s flannels hung in her locker, making Kim sit down and hold it for a moment.

“I can’t believe she even turned up here after the funeral, did you see how Ruzek reacted?”

“I don’t blame him, she killed his son.”

Kim listened in fear, the discussion they had about her hurting her. It wasn’t her fault Adam had died. She was just lucky enough to survive. That was all. It took less than a minute for her to empty the rest of her locker, putting the lid on the box and shutting the metal door. At the desk she handed over her detective’s badge, the badge she’d been so proud of receiving.

“Good luck, Burgess,” the sergeant said, Kim nodding and walking down the stairs, ignoring the pain in her abdomen. Trudy had the trunk open and took the box, putting it in and closing it up.

“Ready?” She asked when they were both in the car.

“Yeah. I just want to go home.” Her aunt squeezed her hand for a moment before pulling out, following the signs for I-55 South to start the five hour journey back to Appleton.

#burgstead #kim burgess x jay halstead #jay halstead x kim burgess #jay x kim #kim x jay

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