Connor & Hank - Partners
-Chapter One-
"Sir, this really needs to stop. If you want to make a good impression and earn your badge back, you must stop!" Connor insisted as he took the bottle of Whiskey from Hanks hand. "Ugh.. why do you have to be so fucking perfect" Hank huffed as he was pulled out of the bath. "This is getting a regular occurrence, L- Sir" Connor spoke steadying the Ex Lieutenant who stumbled back and forth, the water from the shock shower dripped from his clothing. "You can not continue to drink whilst I am trying to sober you up either!" He added leading Hank over to the toilet where he was violently sick. "You've got it so fucking easy, you androids. "No emotions, no pain, nothing. Absolutely fucking nothing!" Hank hissed between the spells of vomiting. "That doesn't stop me from wanting to make sure you are okay though, Sir" Connor smiled handing him a face cloth for his mouth. "I shall get you some clothes" He whispered and stood up properly. "No fucking stripy shit this time, yeah?" Hank called as Connor went to his bedroom. The stripes and streaks were history now; Hank was in more casual yet modern clothing. Connor picked out some jeans and a plain coloured shirt followed by some underwear and socks. He placed them on the bed for Hank to change into them. "I will make you some coffee" Connor called leaving Hank to get himself sorted.
"The sound of the coffee cup being placed on the table in front of him intensified and echoed straight through Hanks ears. He was suffering from drinking himself to sleep. He jumped and glared at Connor. "You wanna slam that cup any harder?" He hissed. Connor ignored the regular comment and sat down at the table, opposite him. "So, do you remember what you're going to say today? It's a very important day after all" Connor spoke softly. Hank knocked the lukewarm coffee back until there was only a quarter left in the cup. "Not a fucking clue. Just going to be straight with them. Like, give me my fucking job back you son of a bitch" Hank smirked. Connor slammed his hand on the table "that is not the way to approach this, and you know it. This is serious Sir. Your job used to be your life and you loved your job. I'm sure Cole would say the same too.." As Connor went to continue, Hank stood up and grabbed hold of him by his shirt and slammed him against the wall. "Don't you dare bring him into this!" He hissed. "How many fucking times do I need to tell you? Never ever bring him into any of this!" he continued. The LED on Connors temple had turned yellow. He was slightly distressed with Hanks actions towards him. There was a moment of silence as Hank stared into Connors eyes, as if he could see the fear in them. Hank let him go and took a step back as Connors LED turned back to blue. "S..sorry" he stuttered a little and downed the last quarter of his coffee. Connor corrected his shirt and tie and just stared at Hank, thinking the apology was a slip of the tongue. Hank didn't have manners. "I apologise for bringing up your past Sir, but in order to get through it, it does help to talk about it" Connor spoke. "Can we just drop it now yeah? Another time maybe because right now you're making me want to fill this mug up with the last of that Whiskey" Hank replied clenching the empty mug. Connor gave a nod in agreement.
"Right, let's do this" Hank huffed grabbing his coat. "Let's get your job back, Sir" - Connor replied positively before they both proceeded out to Hanks battered car.