Disclaimer: I do not own DBH, I just fell in love with the characters

Lieutenant Hank Anderson leaned back in his desk chair and stretched. "Ready to head out Connor?" he asked his android partner who was sitting across the adjoined desk.

Connor was staring intently at his computer screen, his L.E.D circling yellow in his concentration.

"Connor?" Hank asked again

Connor blinked and looked up, "Sorry lieutenant, I didn't hear you"

Hank sighed "you don't have to call me lieutenant y'know, been over this before"

Connor looked down "Sorry Lieut-Hank"

Hank gave him a half smile, it had only been two months since the android revolution and Hank had offered the kid a place to stay, he knew Connor was still trying to figure things out.

"So, are ya ready to head out kid?"

Connor glanced back at his computer

"I just need another hour, maybe two, I am determined to help this investigation"

Hank sighed, he didn't like that Connor was so focused on the investigations they were assigned, he needed to take breaks, they had been working on a murder investigation for about a month but it had been two weeks since they had any new leads, Hank figured Connor was having a hard time not having a 'mission' to do since his deviancy had cut ties with cyberlife and the missions they required him to do.

"Okay, just don't stay too late" hank stood up grabbing his coat

"Okay" Connor said absent-mindedly staring at the computer

'Take it easy kid, jesus' Hank thought

Connor scrolled through his computer for the 337th time, he wasn't getting anywhere in this investigation, he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes, letting out a groan he rubbed his temples. It had been two weeks since he and Hank had had any progress and he was getting frustrated. "I don't understand" he said aloud "I must be missing something" he started to scroll through all the information he had on the investigation for the 338th time when he heard footsteps approaching.

"well if it isn't the plastic prick, staying late again?" Gavin sneered

Connor sighed, Hank had told him repeatedly to 'just punch the bastard and he'd leave ya alone' but Connor didn't want anyone to think he was a violent android, he wanted to maintain his professionalism.

"Yes Gavin, Hank and I are having a hard time making progress in the investigation"

Gavin scoffed, "Careful there plastic, if you keep taking this long Fowler will probably send for cyberlife to deactivate you"

Connors L.E.D flashed yellow

Stress Level: 34%

"Cyberlife has been mostly destroyed since the revolution" Connor replied curtly

"Cyberlife, whatever life, someone will come to deactivate you"

Stress Level: 42%

"What makes you believe that indication?"

Gavin smirked "You're designed to be some fucking fancy detective, but you can't solve this case, you also know too much about the police department, they can't let you roam free with that knowledge after letting you go for not solving the case" Gavin grabbed his bag from his desk

"Better solve the case soon plastic" he called over his shoulder

Stress Level: 67%

Connor checked the time 7:47PM, Hank had left around 5:00PM, his L.E.D flashed yellow again, he knew Gavin was lying, right? Staring at his computer blankly, he remembered that Amanda had told him if he didn't make progress on the deviant case he'd be replaced. Fowler couldn't do that, he wouldn't.

His L.E.D flashed faster, he needed to go home and ask Hank, Hank would know. Shutting down the computer, he stood up, scanned Hanks desk, grabbed the dirty coffee cup Hank had left and deposited it in the sink before heading out.

Connor stood outside about to call for a cab, he needed to ask Hank about what Gavin had said but he was scared, what if Hank said Gavin was right. Connor swallowed nervously, unnecessary since he had no saliva or a reason to swallow but he had found since his deviancy he had picked up a lot of human mannerisms.

Stress level 71%

He called the cab and gave the address, it wasn't long before the car arrived, Connor stepped in.

Connor stood in front of the door, he debated on going in. he sighed he needed to do this, he reached out to grab the handle, noticing the "No Androids allowed" poster that had been painted over with a bright red 'VOID' lettering, Connor opened the door and walked in. No one looked up, as no one really cared what the other person was doing in Jimmy's bar. He sat down in the bar stool that Hank had been sitting in when they first met.

Jimmy turned around "Connor?" he asked "Hank's not here" "I know, I am here of my own accord, I would like to buy a drink, Hanks regular" Connor slid money across the bar top

Jimmy reached out and took it "I didn't think androids could get drunk" he said taking a glass and a bottle of whiskey

"I am unsure if I can get drunk, I wonder if my deviancy will allow it, I have had a very stressful day and Hank always has a drink after a stressful day, I am going to try his method and see if it helps"

Jimmy slid the drink over to Connor

"well, bottoms up kid"

Connor took the glass, he looked at it. Analyzing it

Whiskey 45% alcohol, Ice

Connor put the glass up to his lips, he took a sip

He couldn't exactly taste like a human could, but he thought the drink was good.

He drank the whole thing and put the glass back down.

Stress level: 70%

Connor frowned

"Didn't enjoy it?" Jimmy asked,

"I expected it to destress me, it did not"

Jimmy laughed, "you gotta give it a minute kid, also you might need more than one"

Connor checked the time 8:26PM

"I will have another then, please"

Jimmy mixed the drink and slid it over the bar top, Connor drank it in one fluid smooth motion

Stress level: 71%

Connor wanted to yell, this was not a destressing activity at all.

"I will try another"

Jimmy crossed his arms, "Are you sure?"

"Yes"

Jimmy slid another drink across the bar, Connor drank it. Connor waited, nothing happened.

He was about to ask for another when Jimmy spoke up "Just wait a couple minutes Connor, I don't want to call Hank and get him to drag you out of here if you pass out"

"I assure you, I am fine" Connor replied, straightening his tie. But he obeyed, he watched the game on the tv in the corner for a few minutes. Again, nothing happened, he sighed, he was hoping to get drunk, prove he wasn't a piece of plastic. Connor stood up to head back home, he swayed completely off balance, he put both hands on the bar top to steady himself.

"Feelin dizzy Connor?" Jimmy asked,

"Yes, I believe my balance sensors are off kilter, I'll have to run a diagnostic"

"Well I'll be damned" Jimmy smiled "an android can get drunk!"

Connor turned to look at him, he was going to reply with androids can not get drunk but instead he said

"No"

"No?" Jimmy asked

Connor looked around confused "No, I'm not drunk"

"Here, have one on the house, your first time getting drunk and all" Jimmy slid the drink across the bar top, Connor downed his fourth glass.

Stress level: 65%

This was working, and Gavin was stupid, Hank was right he is a 'Grade A asshole', prick Connor thought, whatever

Stress level 60%

This was great, he was starting to understand why Hank drank, he went to sit back down on the barstool

Stress level 42%

"Hey asshole, who said androids were fuckin allowed in here?"

Connor turned to look, a short stout man to his left was sneering at him, his clothes were a little raggedy. Connor knew he should run a face scan, calm the man down, he knew all of this, but what came out instead was

"Fuck off, I'm just having a drink"

The man laughed "Since when do you freaks drink?"

"I do" Connor glared hoping the man would leave him alone.

"Tommy c'mere" the man said, a tall man came over, he was well built, he looked a little scruffy and was giving Connor a dirty look

"Yeah?"

"Check out this asshole, told me to fuck off in an android free bar"

The taller man glared "Do you have a fuckin problem?"

Connor sighed, he just wanted to destress, he should have gone home with Hank, he wanted to pet Sumo. He knew he should try and calm the men down, but he couldn't help himself

"No, there is no problem, and a week after the android revolution all barring android businesses were forced to shut down if they didn't change their acceptance rules"

"You're a fuckin smartass aren't ya?" the short man sneered

"No, I just pay attention to the news, and I can actually read"

Connor wasn't expecting the blow to his face, the taller man had taken a blind left swing, Connor stumbled backwards, he felt thirium drip down his left cheek, the punch must have cut him. He regained his balance and took a swing at the taller man, the taller man tried to duck but Connor was quicker and got him right in the chin, the man fell backwards. His shorter friend rushed Connor, pushing him against the bar top

'what kind of weird fighting tactic is this' Connor thought, he realized too late that the shorter man was just distracting him, the taller man having got up brought down an empty bottle of beer on top of Connors head, it shattered. Connor pushed him, and kicked the man trying to hold his legs. The taller man put his fists up in a fighting stance, Connor mirrored him. People were starting to pay attention now.

"kick the robots' ass" someone hollered "shut up do you want him after us next?" Connor concentrated on the man in front of him, as time went on he felt drunker and drunker, his movements were getting sluggish and he was starting to sway, he needed to win and get home.

Connor took a step forward, he raised his right arm the taller man proceeded to bock his right side, Connor smirked, he threw a punch with his left fist to the mans side, the man gasped and went down

"ohh that was dirty" someone said, "isn't that the android that comes in to get Hank?" someone asked, "Yeah his name is Connor" "so like what's up with that"

Connors L.E.D flashed yellow, he scanned the room, four men were sitting at a booth watching the fight,

"I don't know man, but ever since he came along Hank doesn't show up as much" "kinda fucked up" "yeah a little" "well, it's true what they say boys the apple doesn't fall far from the tree" the three other men laughed.

Connor blinked in confusion, apple? What did that mean, was it a new insult? He'd have to ask hank

While Connor was distracted by apples the shorter man managed to snag him in the mouth, Connor pushed him knocking the man out cold on the floor. He tasted thirium, he figured he had a split lip.

The two men stayed down on the floor, Connor straightened his tie. Everyone in the bar went back to their drink. He turned to look at Jimmy

"Thank you for the drinks"

"Thanks for the entertainment, and congrats on winning your first bar fight"

Connor nodded and stepped outside, he had won his first bar fight, hadn't he? He should celebrate, wasn't that what humans did? He checked the time 8:56PM there was plenty of time, he scanned for the nearest liquor store, trying not to stumble.

Connor didn't know exactly where he was, it was a park maybe? His visual components were mildly malfunctioning, everything seemed to be spinning. He hiccuped and brought the 40 ouncer he had bought at the liquor store to his lips, he took a swig leaned back and sighed. The fight was fun, he wanted to get in another one even though it was wrong, it made him feel more alive.

Stress level 12%

Connor checked the time 11:52PM he stood up and groaned, everything spun, he mapped out Hanks house, only a 15-minute walk, Connor began trying to walk, it was hard, he just wanted to lay down on the sidewalk instead, but he knew that was potentially dangerous. He stumbled on, catching his balance on lamp posts, stop signs, anything that was near. Finally, he was home, he took a swig and opened the door.

It was dark, usually Connor could see in the dark, but his vision components weren't exactly up to par. He began walking over to the couch when the kitchen light flicked on, Hank was sitting at the table.

"Connor, I told you not to stay late, we'll make progress on the case, don't kill yourself over this" Connor squinted at Hank

"Oh, hullo lieutenant, fancy seeing you here" Connor slurred

"Connor?"

Connor walked towards hank but tripped and caught himself on the door frame,

"where's Sumo I want to pet him"

Hanks eyes narrowed "Connor are you drunk?"

"Maybe I am maybe I'm not, what's it to ya" Connor reached the kitchen table and sat down

Hank noticed the thirium dripping down Connors face

"What the fuck Connor you're bleeding"

"No I'm not" Connor said defensively

Hank crossed his arms "you are seriously starting to piss me off, why are you drunk, how are you drunk?"

"Alcohol"

"What?"

"That's how people get drunk"

"Stop being a fuckin smartass! Where were you?"

"A Bar"

Hank groaned, this was like talking to a fuckin wall, he stood up

"if you don't want to talk fine, let me see the cut" Hank bent forward, Connors arms came up, one hand holding the whiskey bottle, it sloshed around, "don't!" Hank noticed the bottle, he grabbed it out of Connor's hands, "Seriously Connor did you take this from the bar?"

"No, I bought it at the liquor store" Connor answered reaching for it back

Hank looked at the bottle again, "Connor, did you drink all of this"

"I guess"

"Connor, this is a 40 ouncer, there's 1/8 of the bottle left"

"Whatever" Hank all but exploded

"That is it!" he shouted, taking Connor by the arm and pulling him into the living room, he pushed him down on the couch.

"stay here" Hank ordered,

"No" Connor replied

Hank blew out a long breath as he went into the bathroom, grabbing a facecloth and dampening it he came back out to the couch. Connor was now sitting in the arm chair

"Connor, I swear to fuck" Hank muttered under his breath

Hank started to wipe the blue blood off of Connors face, Connor squirming beneath him

"Stop moving" Hank said Connor opened his mouth "And don't you fuckin dare say no" Connor glared up at Hank. Getting all the blood off, Hank led Connor back over to the couch.

"Now you are going to go to sleep because I can't deal with a cranky bratty android right now"

Hank said pushing Connor into a laying down position, he started to take off his shoes when Connor started up again

"You can't make me!" Connor hollered pulling his foot back, Hank glared darkly, he pulled Connors foot back towards him and continued untying his shoe "And why not" he asked

"Because you're not my real dad, you're second dad" Hank ripped Connors shoe off harder than he meant too, it went flying back and hit the wall, "second Dad? Who the fuck is first dad?"

Connor looked around in drunken thought "I think first dad is technically Kamski" "Oh" hank muttered

"But he's a bad dad" Connor said crossing his arms, Hank had begun untying the other shoe "Oh yeah, and why is that?" "Because he gave his two-and-a-half-month-old son a gun and told him to kill someone, that seems unfatherly"

Hank bit his lip to keep from laughing "You're the better dad Hank" Connor said quietly as Hank removed Connors other shoe,

Hank smiled, "thanks kid, but what kind of dad lets his son get shit faced"

Connor rolled over on his side "a Hank dad" Hank scratched the back of his head, he didn't think Hank dad was doing the greatest job. "c'mon son you need to take your jacket of too"

Hank helped Connor sit up and started to help him out of the jacket

"Hank, do you like apples?" getting both of his arms out, Hank looked at Connor confused

"Well they're alright, I guess"

"So apples are bad?" Connor frowned as he passed the jacket to Hank "What no? they're just apples, you can make pie with them and shit"

"Oh okay" "What's with all these questions about apples now?"

"Someone called me an apple at Jimmy's bar" "What?" "Yes it was in the middle of the fight"

"Fight? Connor for fucks sake, well at least I know how you cut your cheek" "Four men recognized me, that I come in with you, they said 'The apple doesn't fall far from the tree' I don't understand how I am an apple, were they being mean?"

"Connor" hank said tightly "let me get this straight you went to a bar, got drunk, got in a fight, and then bought more to drink and eventually stumbled home drunk as hell?" "technically I got in two fights"

Hank put his head in his hands "you're grounded"

"I don't understand Hank I'm on the couch I am not on the ground"

"I'll explain it to you tomorrow, but you're grounded got it?" "Can I finish my whiskey?" "No, I dumped it down the sink go to bed" Connor frowned "I'm serious Connor, I will sit here until you go to sleep" Connor huffed they sat like that for ten minutes finally Connor gave up and started to enter rest mode "Good night Hank dad" Hank sighed, and stood up

"Apple doesn't fall from the tree huh, fuckin bullshit" Hank grimaced, was he really that much of a bad influence? He pulled the couch blanket over Connor even though he knew he didn't need it, they were in for a long father/son conversation tomorrow maybe he could get Kamski involved considering he was 'first dad' Hank shook his head, over his dead body would Connor be going back there.

He looked at Connor sleeping peacefully on the couch "you're gonna be the death of me kiddo"

A/N I haven't written a proper fanfiction in a couple years. I hope I did the characters justice, of course Connor was a little OOC due to alcohol, I'm thinking of writing a sequel, but I might just add it as a second chapter. Thanks for reading, sorry if my writing is a little awkward, 😊