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The First Appointment

Part 5 of Seventy Percent

Series Summary: When you left on your trip to Vegas, you’d planned on letting loose for one last weekend before heading back to reality and getting your affairs in order so your best friend wouldn’t be left cleaning up your mess when your cancer finally ended your life. What you hadn’t counted on was waking up married to a celebrity who has a knight-in-shining-armor complex, connections with an oncologist, and amazing insurance…

Chapter Summary: You meet with Sebastian’s oncologist friend in New York

Word Count: 1973

Why the hell were you nervous? This was just another doctor about to say the same words you’d been replaying in your mind for the last few weeks.

But you were nervous. Maybe it was just because you flew into New York City today. You’d never been, and your first stop, after a brief detour to drop off your bags at Sebastian’s apartment, was the New Amsterdam hospital.

You were in New York City.

The Big Apple

A city full of history and life.

You had only a few months left to live, and you were spending your first day in New York City in a fucking hospital, wringing your hands in your lap.

This was a huge mistake. You never should have agreed to this. You should have insisted you go through with the annulment and parted ways in Vegas.

“I had your files sent over from your doctor back in Salt Lake,” Dr. Helen Sharpe said in her British accent. Her eyes flickered to Sebastian, who was seated next to you.

“Boring read, huh?” Joking was a stupid way to try and calm your nerves, but it was the only tool you had at the moment.

She gave you a smile before continuing. “Based on the screenings and tests, I have to say I agree with your prognosis that, if untreated, you’d be lucky to see a year. And out of the treatment options available to you at the moment, I also agree that the best treatment plan only yields a twenty percent chance of shrinking the tumor enough to operate.”

“And then there’s the surgery,” you cut in, voice surprisingly steady. “Which is dangerous and risky because of where the tumor is located. I know.”

You really wanted to give Sebastian an I told you so look, but found that you couldn’t. He’d gotten under your skin and given you hope that maybe his oncologist friend was a miracle worker.

“That is all true. However, I would like to run a series of tests to get current data.”

“Curious to see how big the tumor’s gotten?” Your tone was bitter. “To see if the cancer’s spread?” You were already closing off. Pushing away.

“There are a few clinical studies that are just beginning.” She ignored your juvenile questions. “I have one in mind that I want to see if you qualify for.”

Shaking your head ruefully, you apologized for your earlier words. “I’m sorry, I just…”

Dr. Sharpe leaned forward and trained her eyes right on yours. “I understand. Cancer takes a toll on people. You do seem to be handling everything remarkably well.”

“I didn’t always. But I’ve made my peace. And I’m sorry, but I don’t think the tests are a good idea. I don’t think I’d want to spend my last few months in a clinical trial that just started. Maybe if I’d come here before… but I won’t be able to, uh, put my all into it anymore. And if there’s one thing I’ve learned, treatment is, like, seventy percent mental state and optimism.”

She regarded you, and you held her gaze as a way to avoid looking at Sebastian.

“If you don’t mind me asking,” she started slowly, “why did you come here, then?”

Why did you? Even if she had seen something different in your file and found a treatment plan that gave you a 50/50 shot, you probably wouldn’t have taken it.

“I don’t know. All I know is yesterday was the weirdest day I’ve ever had, and Sebastian,” you looked over at him, caught in his eyes. “Sebastian wouldn’t take no for an answer. I don’t know, I guess I thought that hearing it from you,” now you looked back to Dr. Sharpe, “would make him accept the reality. And if you had something different to say, I—” Your eyes dropped to your lap. “I guess that I also kinda hoped there was room for a miracle in my life.”

“You’ll never know if you could have had that miracle if you don’t let me run some tests.”

“You said you’d try,” Sebastian broke in quietly, speaking for the first time. When you still didn’t look at him, he reached across the distance to grab your hand. “What can it hurt, Y/N? You’re already here. Explore all of the options.”

Were you being unreasonably stubborn? This was your life. Your choice.

But maybe you could live. What if you were giving up too soon? Too easily? What if you were going too gently into that good night?

“Look, Y/N,” Sebastian kept speaking, thumb rubbing over your knuckles. “Yesterday, you said you played the odds. Well, what are the odds of any of this happening? In what world would you imagine sitting next to me, your husband, in a hospital in New York City with Dr. Helen? You’ve played some odds, sure. Play these ones too.”

“Okay,” you whispered without hesitation. He was right. “I’ll get the tests. I’ll try and have a more open mind when you get the results.”

With a single nod, she said, “That’s all we can ask.”

“Are those tests always like that?” Sebastian asked when you walked out of the hospital in the early afternoon.

“Oh hell no. That many tests usually take a few days. Normally you have to get in line to schedule time in each room and sometimes the only time available for one room is the only time available for another room so you have to juggle and figure out which test you can get into sooner on another day.”

“Don’t the doctors take care of that?”

“Yeah, but I’m a hands-on person. I like to know how things work. It’s why I’m in data security. I have to know how things work so I know how to protect them. I have to know how hackers think so I know how to guard against them. Which is why I have absolutely no idea how we wound up in this mess.” Now that you were on the streets of New York, you knew that you had to watch what you said. “I research everything. I overthink everything. And I guess I let loose in Vegas a hell of a lot more than I intended to.”

He grinned and threw his arm around your shoulders to steer you through the crowds. “When you went back to your hotel room last night, did you research me?”

With a scoff, you elbowed him. “Don’t flatter yourself. I researched Dr. Helen Sharpe. If she convinces me to try another treatment plan, then I guess I’ll have to research you.”

“If I research you, what would come up?”

“Um… not much.” Your skin prickled with the thought. “Grew up in small town Wyoming, so you’d probably have to dig deep to find, like, a newspaper article saying I was on the honors role in high school, or something. I think when I was, like, three years old I had a picture in the newspaper. One of those feel-good stories about a warm summer day at the splash park. Small towns. Not much happening.” God you hoped he didn’t Google you. The articles that came up didn’t paint you in a good light.

And honestly those articles didn’t even have half the facts right. If they did, you’d probably be in jail alongside your sister.

“And now? Helen said your doctor is in Salt Lake?”

“Yeah. I went to college in Utah. Anything to get out of Wyoming, even just by an hour or two. And I got a good job, so I stuck around. I like the mountains.”

“What about Facebook? Twitter? Would I find anything on there?”

By now you’d been walking for a good five minutes with seemingly no destination in mind. Not that you minded. It had been a while since you’d done something without a purpose.

“You do know I work for a data security company, right? So, like, I’ve hidden my social media profiles from Google and basic searches. I’ve made them as private as possible.”

“Trying to hide something?”

You stopped walking and turned at his teasing. With a smirk of your own, you looked at him. “Seb, you cheated getting my last name by looking at that certificate. I’ll be damned if I give you any other secrets that easily.”

You were a few steps away before Sebastian called after you, stepping quickly to catch up. “How the hell is a last name supposed to be a secret?”

“Well, on a social security card there are only three pieces of identifying information. Your social, your first name, and your last name. You have two of the three. That’s already too much.”

His laugh felt like a victory, but then he got suddenly silent and you had no idea how to take that. “So you don’t have a middle name?”

“What?”

“If you had a middle name, you would have said there were four pieces of information on your social. But you didn’t.” His taunting, victorious grin annoyed you.

After a glare, you walked faster.

“So, Y/N no-middle-name Y/L/N. What should we do with the rest of our day?”

Immediately you wanted to insist that he not let you take over his entire day, but something told you that he wouldn’t go along with that. You wanted to insist that he let you get a hotel room, but you’d already had that discussion and knew he wouldn’t want you to waste your money when he had a perfectly good guest bedroom.

So, with a sigh, you gave in. “Something easy. I get tired quickly nowadays.”

He took that confession in stride and nodded thoughtfully. “Alright. Something easy… let’s see. Broadway? You ever been to Broadway? We can catch a show. Take the Ellis Island Ferry. Carriage ride through a park.”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look, I’ve never been here before so—”

“What? That’s insane!”

“And everything I want to do in New York kind of requires a lot of walking. Like the MET. The Museum of Natural History. Wandering around. So I’m trusting you today. You pick. Though Broadway sounds wonderful. I love musicals.”

As he processed your words and started planning, you pulled him over to a bench. Figured now was as good a time as any to answer the texts Jasmin had been sending you since you texted her about your change of plans with absolutely no explanation.

Y/N: Sorry for the sudden change of plans. I promise I’ll explain everything tomorrow night. Things are super crazy right now

Almost immediately she replied.

Jasmin: This just isn’t like you. I’m worried is all

Y/N: I know. I promise I’m fine though. Swear on Lulu’s life

“Who’s Lulu?”

“Are you reading my texts over my shoulder?”

He didn’t look the least bit guilty. “I’m cheating. Trying to learn more about you.”

And you supposed that he wanted to make sure you weren’t spilling the beans anywhere. With a career like his, you’d make sure the people around you could be trusted as well.

So you gave him a little bit more. “Jasmin is my best friend. When we were in middle school, we snuck a stray cat into her bathroom and tried to keep it a secret from her parents. They found out soon enough, but kept the cat anyway. We loved that cat; Lulu.”

Jasmin: You best not have run away with some super hot guy and aren’t telling me. I’ll kick your ass

“She’s good.”

You laughed. “Yesterday, after breakfast when I was talking to her, she made a joke that was something along the lines of at least you didn’t marry your one night stand.”

“Sounds like she’s psychic.”

“Claims her aunt is, actually.”

Sebastian chuckled, shaking his head. “So, what Broadway play sounds best to you?”

What do you think the results will be??

PART 6: THE DECISION

[magnolopsida]

To protect you (part 3)

Infos :

Connor x fem!reader

words : 2,3k 

Summary :

After the visit of Gavin at your home, you decided to explain your past about androids to Connor. He helps you to feel better and you finally go to sleep - a new day start, and you will have to find the drug dealer who still want to kill you. 

Notes : This third part is done ! :D Thanks again for all the lovely messages, I hope you will all like this new part ! (As usual, tell me if you see some mistakes, if you want me to correct them :))

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Part 1

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Part 3

The next morning, you woke up with the rising sun on your face - with your usual insomnia, you didn't think to close shutters often and it woke you up early. Getting up from the bed to sit on the edge, you noticed Connor, who was behind the window, his eyes fixing the outside. Without a word, you got up and joined him, ignoring his gaze as you started to look at the buildings out there.

"How was your sleep, (Y/n) ?" he finally asked after a moment of silence.

"It was as great as it could be, thanks for you concern, Connor." you replied with a lazy smile - even if it was really early in the morning, the presence of the android made it feel like a sunday morning, with hot chocolate and sweet words.  

"Was it always so hard for you to sleep ?"

"As long as I can remember, yes."

You observed the buildings and the gray sky for some minutes before going back to Connor - he looked so peaceful like this, like everything was ok, like a drug dealer wasn't after you to kill you.

"Your voice is very lovely when you sing, you know."

"As an android, it wasn't really difficult, actually." he replied.

You bit your lip and put your hand on his arm, looking right at him. You hated to hear androids, to hear him talking like he was nothing, like everything he could do was something normal - and, okay, maybe it was, but...

"You're so much more than jut an android, Connor." you assured. "Don't let humans tell you otherwise."

You couldn't take your eyes off him, his LED shining in a bright yellow for some seconds. Finally you stepped back, scared to make him uncomfortable with your touch - you weren't used to any contact, and especially with an android, and you didn't know how he could react.

"Why..."

He stopped his sentence, and his brows furrowed - it looked like he couldn't comprehend the situation, unable to even ask the question, like he was scared of the answer he could get.

"Yes ?"

"Why are you always so... kind with everyone, regardless of what they are ? Other humans, they are... scared, if not hateful."

"I already told you about Noah, Connor..."

"I know ! But...I just..."

He looked so lost like this, his hands restless with nervous tics, that you wanted to grab his arm again, but you didn't do anything, still unsure. You still felt the ache in your heart when you saw the confused sparkle in his eyes, and it made you wonder how CyberLife could make them like this, so human but with no emotions, when it was obvious that they felt something deep inside them - humans thought they could play gods, and Connor was the sad result of this. You wanted to say how sorry you were, but he couldn't understand, because none of this was really your fault, after all.

"We should go, now, we have a lot of work to do." you said finally - it was better than feeling sorry for himself, and for your life definitely too lonely.

You smiled again at him and you decided to go take a shower, trying to ignore the weight on your heart and shoulders.

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"So, is there something new about this Gilford guy ?" you asked at Hank, looking at all the evidence pinned on a cork board.  

The office was noisy this morning, and a lot of police officers were here with coffees and reports to finish, speaking too loud for you. You frowned a little, trying to forget about all of them, and especially Gavin at his desk to focus on Hank and Connor.

"Nothing." the lieutenant Anderson replied - he looked really annoyed at this - after all, this Red ice dealer wanted his partner dead, and he wasn't really happy about this.

"Maybe we should visit his old stash to see if he decided to have some rest there ?" you proposed.

"I don't think he is this stupid."

"Mmh... but we don't have a lot of other options... and-"

"(Y/n)." Hank called suddenly, making you turn to him.

"Yes ?"

"Connor told me about Reed, yesterday. Are you okay ?"

You glanced at the android without a word - why did he have to talk about it to the lieutenant ? You would have preferred to forget this meeting at the foot of your door.

"Obviously, I'm fine. He was just as annoying as usual, nothing I couldn't handle."

"But Connor told me he had to use force to make him leave. And that he knew... personal stuff about you."

You refused to look at him, totally focused on the cork board. You knew that Connor didn't share any personal information but you didn't want Hank to know about this conflict because he was so worried about you - he should focus on himself instead.

"I'm fine. Let's go back to work."

Even if the lieutenant didn't look really satisfied with your answer, he didn't say anything and started to look at old reports about the case of Gilford, the drug dealer.

"So, as I said, we should return to the place Gilford used to live before we capture him. After all, I finished this case months ago, and Connor wasn't with us at this moment - his android habilities could be useful to see something we haven't at the first visit.

"I didn't think about this... you're right, we should give it a try." Hank accepted. "Let's go".

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The place where the drug dealer Gilford used to meet his "customers" was really miserable. It was on the other side of Detroit, and the streets were disgusting, gray and dirty, used water giving a foul smell around. Frowning at the smell coming from bins that hadn't been picked up for weeks, you headed to a small door hidden in a little street. Putting a finger on your mouth, you pointed the padlock placed by the police months ago, who was now on the ground, cut by a really big tool, like a pliers.

"It seems that we aren't the only ones with the idea to come here." you whispered, before grabbing your gun.

Hank and Connor did the same and the lieutenant decided to enter first, pushing the door with a frown when she began to squeak. You followed them without a word, looking everywhere, waiting for something or someone like Gilford to jump on you to kill you, but the nasty appartment was quiet - too quiet for you.

The three of you explored each room to find someone, but there was nothing, only the old yellow police strips on the ground. Pointing the stairs, you headed to them in first this time, your hand tightening too much on your gun - it was always like that in this sort of situations, always scared to find someone who will try to kill you or your partners, and it stressed the fuck out of you.

Just arrived on the first floor, you heard a muffled sound behind a door and you froze, before looking at Hank and Connor. The lieutenant sneaked in front of you, counted to three and opened the door with a big noise, and you all slipped inside. A gunshot made you jump and you stared at Hank who just missed someone escaping through the window. Connor was already heading to the window to followGilford but Hank stopped him with an arm on his shoulder.

"Don't. If you follow him, he's going to wait for you in a alley and kill you."

"But I don't really die, I can-"

"You would lose too much informations and data for this case, we can not afford it. And you know... how seeing you dead makes us feel. So, yeah, just... don't. Not this time."

Connor looked at the lieutenant, his LED a bright yellow while he tried to process this words - even though he can be replaced and he couldn't feel physical pain, it seemed that the two humans he worked with couldn't handle to see him die - he couldn't understand and in the same time, it was... incredibly kind of them.

Going back to you, they noticed that you weren't listening at all, entirely focused on something in the corner of the disgusting bedroom.

"What the- " Hank started with wide eyes, taking a step towards you.

"Stop ! You scare her !" you said without loking at him.

Hank and Connor looked in awe the curled form in a dark corner behind the only bed of the room. They could see a LED, a bright blue glowing and the next second, the RK 800 got his gun in hand and was ready to shot the obviously deviant.

"What the hell are you doing ?!" you screamed back at him when you saw the one in the corner starting to shake.

"It's a deviant !" he said. "My mission is to destroy them!"

"You're not going to do anything to her, dammit ! What is wrong with you?!"

The question made him froze and he finally lowered his gun, trying to understand why the betrayed tone of your voice made him feel like - like he fucked up. He didn't want to hear this from you - he wanted you to smile to him, not...not this.

Going back to the deviant, you smiled and you put your hand toward her, waiting for her to catch it.

"It's fine." you assured with a reassuring smile. "You're safe now, I promise."

"Is...is he going to come back again ?" a really low voice asked.

"I won't let that happen."

After what seemed like hours, the deviant decided to grab your hand, and you gently attracted her to you - it was an android child, a girl with big green eyes and wild brown hair, and god, you could definitely guess what the bastard was doing to her minutes before.

"Oh my-... Connor, give me your jacket, please."

The android slid the fabric in your hand and you wrapped the child in it immediately.

"I'm going to carry you now, is that okay?" you asked.

Without a word, she nodded and you grabbed her behind her knees, lifting her without any effort to place her in your arms.

"What's your name, dear ?"

"Nina."

"Okay Nina, I’m (Y/n). You're going to come with me at home and-"

"Wait, (Y/n)." Hank cut, a slight frown on his face. "You can't- you know you can't bring her to your home like this, we have to go to the station and ask her questions about Gilford."

You grinned you teeth, and stopped yourself before telling Hank how bad he was at parenting - it was the last thing to say to him, really, especially after his son Cole - and replied instead :

"Look at her for a minute, Hank. Do you thing she can really help us like this ? I will let her take a shower, and be safe at home. We will ask questions tomorrow and I will handle the captain later, ok ? We aren't- I'm not a monster. This girl need some rest."

"She don't. She is-" the RK800 started.

"Don't finish this sentence Connor, please. How can you say something like this ?! You two are the same !"

"We're not ! I'm not a deviant !"

"So what ? You want me to act like any other human ? To hit her ? To act like you're nothing ?!"

Hank looked at you and Connor - he hated to see you being angry like this, and especially at the apparently no-emotions-android who seemed hurt, his LED a bright yellow, his hands trembling slightly, almost unnoticeable. And sadly you didn't, too upset at him, who was on the verge of becoming a deviant, right here.

Finally, a sigh escaped your lips and you tightened your grip on Tina wrapped in Connor's jacket, and at this view, the android seemed to relax a little bit, his eyes bending down to the floor.

"You're right. I'm- I'm sorry."

'I'm sorry to be like this.' That was what Hank heard deep inside him, and he can't help but hide a smile. Their Connor was screaming that he wasn't a deviant, but... at this point, it was probably just a matter of time, you two just had to realize it.

"Alright Nina, you're going to go home with me, ok ?"

The little girl nodded and you smiled at her fondly. Connor totally noticed, bringing back memories of this morning - he was the one you smiled at like this some hours ago, and he wanted to have this again. More than everything else.

"I'm coming with you."

"Are you sure ?" you asked with a raised brow.

"I still need to protect you, (Y/n). Ad maybe you will need help with the devi- with Nina." he corrected.

You can't help but smile at this and looked at Hank.

"I will handle the chief, okay ? You should go home now."

Your smile widened at this and you approached him to place a light kiss on his cheek, making him mumble in his beard.

"Thank you!"

With a last look at the appartment, you all decided to go back to the car and at your home - you needed to take care of Nina. 

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This third part is done ! :) I hope y’all liked it, see you soon for the fourth part ! (with more fluff with Connor, more annoying Gavin and some cute stuff with nina :))

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