A/N: Detroit Become Human is definitely on my list of favorite games ever. My main issue is that some of the characters felt a little undeveloped (*cough* North, Josh and Simon *cough*) but in the end the good vastly outshone the bad in my opinion. And I really did enjoy the three characters and their stories (Though Connor and Kara's stories were my favorite). After playing the game multiple times, this idea of a fanfiction began formulation in my mind and led to me posting it here. Keep in mind this takes place in an alternate universe where everybody is human. No androids. Hope you guys enjoy!

''I thought they loved me!''

''Let the hostage go NOW!''

''If I can't have her...then no one can!''

''NO!''

BANG!

Two months later

''Mr. Matthews? Connor, are you with me?''

Connor's eyes shot open. Lucy was sitting in a chair across from him, a concerned expression on her face. In in her hands she hold a pen and small notebook. Something that Connor found intriguing since in a lot of people nowadays would've simply used tablets.

''Sorry. I was...lost in thought.'' Connor apologized.

''It's nothing.'' Lucy replied with a smile. ''Tell me, do you have trouble sleeping?''

Connor immediately thought back to the unpleasant nights where he'd wake up soaked in sweat and gasping for air. Images of a scared little girl's face haunted his dreams ever since the incident. Always reminding him of the girl he failed to save.

''Some nights I do, '' Connor admitted. ''Nightmares.''

Lucy wrote something in her notebook before asking another question, ''What about?''

''They're always the same.''

''Involving Emma?''

Connor nodded.

''You don't blame yourself for what happened, do you?''

''Of course I do!'' Connor exclaimed. ''I could've done something different! Things could've been different! That little girl would still be alive if I just...''

A look of sympathy flashed on Lucy's face. ''Connor, what happened to that little girl was beyond your control and you did the very best you could to save her. If you don't accept that, then you'll never be able to move on with your life.''

Connor was silent now. The mixing emotions within him dissipated at the words of his psychiatrist. In it's place was uncertainty. An uncertainty that he could possibly forgive himself for failing a child who had her whole life ahead.

''I wish it was that simple.'' He said in a lower voice.

"There is something you can do," Lucy offered helpfully. ''Now you have time off, I recommend you find something to occupy yourself with.''

Connor gave a confused look, ''Like what exactly?''

''Anything that bring relief and comfort. Learning an instrument, playing a sport, reading a book.''

A buzzer went off for just a few seconds. Their time was over.

''Well that concludes our session.'' Lucy said as she closed her notebook. ''Be sure to think about my advice and have a nice day.''

Connor got up from his seat and gave a small nod. ''Thank you, Lucy.''

Just as he was about to leave Lucy to called out to him.

''Connor.'' He turned at the sound of his name. ''You can't change the past. But you can learn to move on with your life. For yourself and for Emma.''

Connor stood there in silence for moment. Not knowing what to say, he simply left. His phone started beeping as he got out the office. A message from his partner and long time friend, Hank Anderson.

HA: Heading to Jimmy's after work. Come by.

CM: Not in the mood.

HA: You got better things to do?

...

CM: See you there.

That night

Jimmy's bar was surprisingly empty as Connor entered. There was only the bartender and three other people. One of them being is good friend Hank who sat alone on a stool. Connor took a seat next him. Hank turned and nodded a silent greeting and Connor did the same.

The old man was the closest thing to a father Connor ever had. He already knew about the tragic death of his son, Cole, which set Hank on a slow path of self destruction. Hank eventually managed to find the strength pull himself away from that path. Perhaps on some level the old detective knew what Connor was going through.

Jimmy stopped in front of them, ''Evening, gents. The usual?''

''You know it.'' Hank replied.

Jimmy nodded and poured some whiskey into two small glasses and handed it to them. Connor was never much of a drinker. But the past few weeks have given him plenty of reason to be.

They drank in silence for a few minutes, and without having anything else to distract himself with, Connor ended up diving into gloomy thoughts again. He threw a glance at the door and sighed quietly. He needed to concentrate on something.

''So, Any interesting cases come up in my absence?'' He asked.

''Well there was this one,'' Hank began ''A Carlos Ortiz. Red Ice addict. Been abusing his wife for some time until one day she had enough. Took a knife stabbed him repeatedly. Twenty-eight fucking times.''

''Jesus.'' Connor muttered.

''Yeah. Though from all the scars and bruises she had, can't exactly say the sack of shit didn't have it coming.''

Connor couldn't help but agree.

''So how are things with that psychiatrist going?'' Hank asked.

''Good. I guess. She says I should try and finding something that gives me 'relief and comfort'. Whatever the hell that's suppose to be.''

Hank laughed. ''they give you that shit at the Eden Club for just thirty bucks and a half hour. If you start getting desperate.''

Connor looked at the old detective with raised eyebrow. ''Speaking from experience there, Lieutenant?''

''Oh ha ha ha. And no. Just saw it on one of those late night commercials.'' Hank replied. A light escaped his lips though.

Connor found himself doing the same. He couldn't help it. For a brief moment it felt like things were normal.

He sighed. ''I guess I just...need something to help forget about what happened. Even if it's for just a little bit.''

''Kid, we all have things we want to forget.'' Hank said. His joking demeanor faded away as he stared at his drink with a forlorn look. ''Eventually we learn that it's never that simple. And all we can do then is just keep moving forward.''

''Does it ever get any better?'' Connor couldn't help but ask.

Hank took a swig of his whiskey.

''I'll let you know when I find out.''