So here's a good wing at Detroit: Become Human. I don't own any names or characters, only the story line.

Set a year after the 'good ending' Hank takes Connor out for a night on the town on New Years, after Hank learns of a form of blue blood that will make androids 'drunk.' And drunk isn't the only new thing Connor will feel on this fateful night. (HankXConnor)

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Conner felt amazing this morning as he opened his eyes to the streak of sunlight in his room and the rising and falling weight of the massive St. Barnard who had claimed half of his bed when he had started taking occupation in this house. Even if he had been told not too several times, he shifts his feet off the bed and stands with a meaningless stretch, predressed, heads into the kitchen to make breakfast. For he took pride in taking care of the man who gave him a place to live, seeing as the stubborn old lieutenant wouldn't let him pay for any of the household commodities.

Connor loads up the coffee machine with three cups, Hank's morning standard, then pulls a prepacked patty, two eggs, two slices of bacon and condiments from the fridge. He then busies himself with pans and a table set up while waiting for the stove top to come to temperature.

Sumo slowly stretched his way into the kitchen first and with a deep low 'moof' catches the busy brunettes attention. "I didn't forget buddy, just waiting for you to come in," he tells the pup cheerfully, scooping some hard food into his bowl and replacing the water next to it.

As the smells of bacon and coffee waft back into the house, the aged lieutenant gave a big yawn and he shifts his legs off the edge of the bed. Another yawn and a good stretch induce a couple of moans from things everywhere popping inside of him. A good crack of the knee has him sit back down on the bed edge for another moment, rubbing his tingling knee and muttering swears under his breath. He stands again, successfully this time, rubs his face and makes his way across the hall and into the bathroom.

Connor has the table set and is pouring a cup of black coffee with six sugars when Hank comes padding in in his socks and pajamas. It was New Years eve, Connors 'first,' and Hank had called them out of the station today so that they could celebrate. Mostly, Connor believed, it was for Hank to celebrate, seeing as technically the Androids saw the coming of a new year with their freedom last year, but Hank claims that doesn't count seeing as things where burning around town and the city was in chaos. But now that Detroit was the capital for Androids, and everything settled down as the efforts to fix the city only took seven months, it was different somehow. Connor was different too, even if strange human reasoning still threw him off guard and made him loose some debates with Hank. He didn't complain about Hank though. The silver haired man was there for him, waiting, knowing he'd come back; something even Connor feared wouldn't happen with Cyberlife trying to decommission him.

"Good morning Hank," Conner greats him cheerfully.

"Damn it Connor, how many times-"

"214 times," Connor cuts him off, "just drink your coffee and eat your breakfast. I downloaded a program for burgers, and you have to tell me how i did."

Hank rolls his eyes, takes a long drink of his coffee. Before him sat another picture perfect meal made by Connor. This morning it was a perfect looking breakfast burger. He picked it up and gave it just a moments look over before he took a good bite. Again it was perfectly cooked, the egg was soft and perfect and the bacon was firm. Burger juice ran down his arm at the first bite. How did Connor know he liked his burgers a medium-rare, but closer to rare? Coffee with six sugars, a best burger ever to boot.

"You worry too much, your program knows how to cook a burger, stop doubting yourself," another big bite. As much as he told Connor not to take care of him, his diet had improved significantly and he felt better during the days. Hell, he could even drink more because he didn't wake up felling like dog shit every morning. Fucking Connor making everything thing in his life worth doing, all the way down to eating.

There was a long moment of silence as Hank finishes his breakfast and Connor cleans up the kitchen. "So," Hank breaks the silence first, "word from the streets is they made a form of blue blood that can be drank and it makes Androids 'drunk.'"

"That's interesting, Androids doing street drugs."

"Naw, I heard it was a beer company that made it, not even off the streets," Hank takes a long drink of his coffee. "Guess the local companies are looking for a way to get some of their revenue back since a good portion of the humans left the city."

"Only a year and we are already looking to drown out the worries."

Hank snorts, "just because I drink like a fish to make myself feel better doesn't mean that that's the only reason people drink, Connor. Some people just like to have a drink because they talk easier and can make friends, hell, some like to do it to be more creative."

"More creative?" Connor ponders. It was true that he'd never paid attention to anyone else drinking, he was always too busy watching Hank and sending soft, firm warnings about drinking too much. None of which ever prevailed.

"And a lot of people have a glass of wine at the stroke of midnight. Its been a long running human tradition for a long time now," Hank shrugged. He was a little curious to see how Connor would act with a few drinks in him. In fact, drunk Hank was a little more than curious to see a drunk Connor. Drunk Hank was getting sober Hank in trouble a lot lately.

"Well, then, I guess we need to go get a bottle of this stuff and make sure I follow tradition this year," Connor says lightly. The last time he went out with Hank to the bar, he was pretty sure Hank was hitting on him by the seventh beer. But he didn't really know, it was similar to how some other Androids and humans had treated him, but it seemed so misplaced coming from Hank; Connor just calked it up to the booze talking. He stopped going with Hank after the other humans in the bar started interacting with him after a certain point of intoxication. Their questions and intents made him uncomfortable most nights. The new bartender girl was nice though, he liked chatting with her, and she had saved him from many a drunken slug.

As Hank put the last bite in his mouth, Connor scooped up his plate and poured him another cup of coffee. He commands the TV on to the news and continued to clean the kitchen.

'The high today will be a surprisingly warm 42 degrees, with a low of 29. In other news, hate crimes against androids-'

"Fuck the news," Hank states abruptly changing the channel to a jazz music station and making his way back into his bedroom to clean up.

Connor wished he hadn't changed it, he liked to hear what the news had to say, bad and good. He and Hank had been reassigned to homicides including android involvement. The android crimes were very low, but the crimes against them were still much too high for his liking. Sure the all around crime rate had dropped in Detroit, but the crimes were much more gruesome. This wasn't the day for work though; Connor turned his inner voice to looking up New Years traditions. The humans sure did make a big deal about just one year passing. Drinks and balloons and a big ball that drops from a building. That was interesting, a big ball that falls? What would that have to do with another year passing? Does it climb up all year, just to be dropped at the end?

"You haven't had a regular day off yet, have you Connor?"

A weird tingle ran across his faux skin as Hank called his name from the backrooms. He's attention was immediately taken away from his research. "No. But to be honest, I don't think I would even know what to do with one. I assume your asking because that's what today is suppose to be?"

Hank appears down the hallway, looking particularly well today. He was in a pair of casual jeans and his famous hippy button up shirt. "I didn't call us out of the department to work all day," he gruffs. "Is there anything you would want to do that doesn't pertain to work?"

Connor thought for a moment, "I have been wanting to take Sumo to that big dog park. And I haven't seen Markus in a while. Oh and Chloe said I should try swimming, but its too cold for that..."

"There are indoor swimming pools you know," Hank throws in.

"I don't have a suit. And not to be offensive, but swimming doesn't seem like your kind of activity," Connor says with an immediate side glance at the man who was trying up his shoes. He hadn't meant to be for frank with his wording. Hank must be wearing off on him.

"I'll have you know I use to swim a lot, ya plastic prick. And you're never too old to swim if that's what your getting at."

If he could blush he would, "I wouldn't suggest your age having to do with it," he mutters, "just couldn't picture you in a swim suit at the beach is all."

"Ya calling me ugly now?" Hank teases.

"No! I-um-never-just-"

Hank lets out a hearty laugh that makes Connor's bio-components twist up inside. "Not everyone is beautiful like you, but fuck you very much I do enjoy the beach."

Did Hank just called him 'beautiful'? His LED spun a strange almost pink, not quite red; Meaning: pleasing to the senses or mind aesthetically; common synonyms: attractive, handsome, pretty, alluring- Connor blinked away the definition that had his LED...blushing?

"What's up?" Connor looks at the man, he was giving him a head-tilted look of concern. "I told them not to send you anything today."

This is what it must be to 'die of embarrassment,' because boy if he could, he would crawl into a small space and shut down right now. He knew his LED was 'blushing again.' He forced it blue before speaking, "No- no, the download for 'New Years traditions' just finished downloading," he lied smoothly, trying to put on his detective face to not let Hank in on the thoughts racing through his mind. What was it about Hank today that was making him feel so...strange?

"Well, what do you think then?" Hank said, not buying the excuse the tall brunet feed him, intrigued by the new color that lit up the ring on the young man's temple.

"Why does the ball fall?" Connor asks innocently.

Hank laughs, "you got me on that one. Hell I don't even know if anyone any more knows where that came from. It just signifies a new year coming in I guess," Hank grabs his keys and Sumo's leash. "Let's start with the dog park. Sumo, come." There was a deep woof from the living room floor. Apparently 'come' wasn't enough to get him off the floor. Hank shakes the leash in front of his face, "let's go buddy. Park?"

Sumo's mind was make up the second he saw the leash, jumping up and bounding towards the door with a rumble on the wood floor. He barked cheerfully at the door, his whole back-end shaking with how vigorous his tail was wagging. Hank opens the door and Sumo bounds outside, the two men follow after.

...Continued...

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