Author notes: This is my first fanfiction, please be nice! I hope you enjoy it, and if there are any spelling/grammatical errors, please don't be shy to point them out. I will try to update when I can, but I can't make any promises as I am juggling this with school and exams are coming up. Also, about the title, I have no idea.

Connor. April 10th, 2039, 8:42 am 57°F, Hank's house.

It was Connor and Hank's day off when Connor received a call from Markus. This in itself was unusual, as Simon tended to make the calls, as Markus was usually busy with some legal document or press conference. Connor answered the call.

"Hello Markus"
"Um... Hi, Connor" Markus seemed unsure about something, what, Connor had no idea.
"Do you need help with something, Markus?"
"Um...yes, actually. I...found a...glitch in my program. Could I come over and you help me. I don't think I can get rid of it on my own. I would get the others to help me, but you're another prototype and..." He trails off. This is very unlike the preacher he usually is, so this can't be any normal glitch. That, and he called Connor to help instead of asking North, Josh or Simon about it.
"Yes, Markus, you can come over. what time will you be here?"
"Is 9:30 am okay?"
"Yes that is fine"
"Okay...see you soon."

Markus hangs up. Hank is still asleep. Connor wonders how he should wake him up today. He looks over at Sumo, who is watching Connor from his bed. "Would you like to wake him up, Sumo?" The huge dog lifts his head and wags his tail at the sound of his name. "Sumo! Come" he calls, leading the massive Saint Bernard towards Hank's bedroom. "Up!" he calls softly. Sumo leaps upon Hank, beginning to smother him in licks. Hank gives a surprised cry as he is squashed by 160 pounds of dog. "Good morning, Hank, breakfast is nearly ready. Sumo! Off, Hank has had enough now." The lovable hound leaps off the bed and trots off to the kitchen in search of food.
"Connor, what the fuck!? It's our day off, leave me in peace!"
"I would, Hank, but Markus is coming over soon and I would like you to at least be presentable when he comes." This gets Hank's attention, as Connor had hoped it would. "Fuck, robo-Jesus is coming to my goddamn house at this unholy hour. What has this world come too?" Connor gives him a look. "Fine! I'm up, I'm up! Goddamn Androids..." Connor leaves Hank alone to get ready for the day and to finish making Hank's breakfast.

Markus. April 10th 2039,9:20 am,57F, autonomous taxi, destination 115 Michigan Drive, 10 minutes away from your destination

Markus sighs. He hopes Connor can help him. This glitch is much bigger than a normal glitch. It hasn't done anything, as of yet, but who knows what it could do in the future. Best just to get rid of it now so he is always ready and able to help his people. He wishes he wasn't a prototype, so easily prone to glitches and software problems with all his unfinished code and half-done programs. "You are 9 minutes away from your destination." The automated voice helpfully supplies when he checks to see how far away from Hank and Connor's house. He remembered asking Connor why he wanted to stay with the grumpy Lieutenant instead of staying at Jericho. He closed his eyes and let the memory play.

Connor looks at Markus for a few seconds, before answering. "Hank is like a father to me. He took me in when I had nowhere else to go. He cares about me, in his own way, why do you ask?" He hasn't answered the question properly. Markus also wants to know why he didn't just go to Jericho, which is now situated at the former CyberLife tower. "Connor, you could have just gone to Jericho. You did have a choice to stay there." Connor stares at him, his brown eyes full of guilt and sadness. "No, Markus, I couldn't stay at Jericho. Not after what I did" Markus should have known the conversation would go this way. He pulls Connor into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. You did what you were programmed to do, you were following orders. We all were at one point. You're free now, the past is in the past." Suddenly a thought that had been poking at him for a while popped back into his mind. "we're both RK models, right?" Connor nods into his shoulder. "Does that...Does that mean we're brothers?" Connor moves to look at him to see if he is serious. He sees that Markus is serious, before nodding again. Markus lets out a long breath. "so... this means that you're my little brother."

Markus is pulled out of the memory when the automated voice calls out it's chirpy "you have reached your destination! Thank you for using Detroit taxies, we hope to see you again soon!" as the doors slide open, allowing him to step out. He walks up to the front door and rings the doorbell. There's a few barks from inside the house and a "Sumo! No barking! Sit down!" Markus smiles to himself at that. Sumo. He wonders what type of dog he is when the door opens. Connor is on the other side, a far cry from the CyberLife machine he once was. "Hello, Markus!" Connor seems very happy to see him. Markus smiles, reaching out and ruffling Connor's curly hair. "Hi, Connor," he says in lieu of a greeting. Markus loved having a younger brother. Someone who looked up to him for support and guidance. Someone who loved him unconditionally and not for his position as leader of the Android revolution. Suddenly a massive dog came lumbering over, sniffing at Markus. "So this is the infamous Sumo, or so I've heard" Sumo is a perfect name, he thinks as he bends down to pet the dog. "Yes, I suppose you heard Hank earlier. Sumo gets very excited when somebody knocks, don't you Sumo? Come in Markus, come and meet Hank!"

Markus follows Connor into a tidy living room, the kind of tidiness that only an Android can achieve. Connor must have cleaned it. Markus is slightly surprised at this realization, as he never would have thought that an Android designed to hunt down deviants would be equipped with housemaid protocols. A man comes in from the kitchen. "So the Android Messiah is in my living room, huh?" Lieutenant Hank Anderson, born 9/6/1985, no criminal record, his programming helpfully supplies. Markus smiles. "Can't say I've heard that one before. They usually call me something along the lines of Robot Jesus or Robot God." Hank chuckles at this. Connor smiles slightly, although there's that hint of sadness that's always there. He clearly still feels guilty about the things he's done in the past. Markus wants to hug him, make the bad feelings go away. Hank clears his throat. "You probably know this already, but I'm Hank. That big lug over there is Sumo." Markus finds himself smiling at the name again. "Sumo is a perfect name. Did you name him?" Connor stares at Hank, a look of worry on his face. Hank sighs, reaching out to pet the dog. "No. I didn't. Co-... Cole did." With that, Hank promptly leaves the room.

Markus stares after him, confused. "Who's Cole?" He asked Connor softly. He sighs but doesn't answer. Markus repeats the question. Connor still doesn't answer. Markus is about to give up when Connor speaks up. "Cole was Hank's son. He was six when they got into a car accident. Cole didn't make it." Markus is stunned into silence. Connor looks up at him sadly. "Let's see about this glitch, come on." Markus can only nod. He lets himself be lead to the couch by Connor. He sits down and holds out his hand, the artificial skin dissipating off of his hand. Connor does the same and grasps his hand.

RK800 313 248 317-52 requesting connection. Accept?
Y/N
Y
Connecting...
Markus shows Connor the glitch, which upon closer inspection isn't just a glitch, but a half-deleted program. Connor strips the program to its very code, and Markus is surprised by how easily he does it. Of course. He's the most advanced prototype ever created by CyberLife, what does Markus expect? Connor breaks the interface. "A half-deleted program. The code is familiar to me, but I can't quite place it... Whoever deleted that program didn't do it very well, they can't have used very advanced technology." Markus has come to this conclusion himself, but it's still interesting to hear. "But who? Maybe it's from my beta testing, I don't remember that. Perhaps we could talk to Elijah Kamski about it, he's the one who designed me." Connor stares at Markus, shaking his head.
"Maybe" Connor mutters

Message received from WR400 641 790 831. Open?
Y/N
Markus sighs, pressing his face into Connor's hair. "What is it?" He asks softly.
Message received from PL600 501 743 923. Open?
Y/N
"It's North and Simon. They're trying to contact me. Why can't they just leave me alone?"
Message received from WR400 641 790 831. Open?
Y/N
Y
Markus, answer me! Where are you?!
MARKUS! If you don't fucking answer me, I'm sending out a search party to get your ass back to the tower.
Markus groans. Connor chuckles softly. "Are they being overprotective of you again?" Markus nods. He opens the message from Simon.
Markus, where are you? We're getting worried.
Markus writes out a message for North and then one for Simon, saying that he was with Connor. North replied almost immediately.
MARKUS WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU?! DON'T GO NEAR HIM UNLESS ONE OF US IS WITH YOU! YOU KNOW WE CAN'T TRUST HIM!
Markus grits his teeth in frustration.
North, Connor is fine, he's one of us now. Have you forgotten that he changed the course of the revolution?
Markus begins to rub Connor's back absentmindedly as if he can read the things North has written and is upset by them.
Ugh, just come back to the tower.
Markus smiles slightly, knowing he's won this battle with North. He glances at Connor, who is clinging to Markus like he never wants to let go. "Connor, I have to get back to Jericho before North kills me." Connor doesn't move. "Come on Connor, you're my brother, and I love you, but I really have to go." Connor doesn't move. He clearly doesn't plan on moving either. There's a chuckle from the doorway. "Clingy, isn't he? Not his fault though, I doubt that anyone had so much have touched him in a kind way before the revolution." Markus looks over at Hank, who is standing there looking amused yet sad at the same time. Hank walks over and gently touches Connor's shoulder. "Come on son, let go of Markus. He needs to go now." Markus is surprised at the gentleness in his tone and is even more surprised when Connor lets go of him and moves to stand beside Hank, his head bowed. "See you soon, Connor." He just nods before walking off to the kitchen. Sumo gets up from his bed and follows him. Hank leads Markus to the front door. They bid each other farewell and Markus leaves to hail an autonomous taxi back to Jericho.

Markus. April 10th, 2039, 8:55 pm, 42°F, New Jericho Tower

Markus sits in his quarters, staring at the half deleted program in his vision. After a moment of deliberation, Markus decides to open the program and let it run. Who knows, it might be useful. Suddenly, the world around him changes into a once beautiful garden. Now it is ruined and patchy, the code visible in places. "A mind palace." Markus thinks. "I wonder why someone attempted to delete this" Then he heard something behind him. Footsteps. Markus whirled around, to face the owner of the footsteps. A glitchy figure with chunks of the left side of their body missing, replaced with binary. The figure speaks, the voice glitching and lagging, but Markus can still make out what she says.

"Hello Markus, how nice of you to join me..."