Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Detroit Become Human


Chapter 1: Accidental Virus

It was a boring day of police work, Connor set at his desk opposite of his Lieutenant partner Hank Anderson, they had been filing paperwork of past cases for 2 hours and 35 minutes. Hank stretched his back up until he heard a satisfying crack.

"Agh, fuckin paperwork, should have called in sick today" He complained. Connors LED flashed yellow, "Hank I just received a report of an attempted robbery, confirmed android suspect on scene" Hank stood up and grabbed his jacket, "Let's go kid"

Hank pulled into an underground parking lot, "This the place?" he asked Connor, "It was the address in the report, a woman called the police after she discovered her apartment door had been forced open, she claims she saw an android but never entered the apartment."

"Odd that an android would rob someone" Hank thought aloud

"They might be experiencing deviancy late and not understand what is happening" Connor concluded as he got out of the car. Hank followed suit and they headed towards the elevator.

"What floor?" Hank asked

"147" Connor replied, Hank whistled as he punched the numbers into the elevator keypad "Pretty fuckin high"

Connor pulled out his familiar coin and began running it masterfully around his fingers "Yes, pretty high indeed" he said absentmindedly flicking the coin into his left hand and then his right.

"Do have to play with that thing every time we're in an elevator?" Hank remarked

Connor twirled the coin on his pointer finger like a basketball, "It helps me focus".

The elevator dinged and the doors slid open, Hank and Connor stepped out onto the floor. Expensive looking artworks hung on the walls, the floor was solid wood oak, the wall paint was a rich cream beige. Spotting the damaged door Hank motioned for Connor to get behind him, drawing his gun the skilled Lieutenant stalked forward, eyes concentrating on the door.

He kicked the door open the rest of the way "DETROIT POLICE" Hank scanned the room, a giant flat screen tv hung on the wall, art paintings were hung on almost every part of the wall. The apartment was torn apart, couch cushions were all over the floor, the paintings were crooked. The kitchen had every cupboard and drawer open, forks and knives littered the floor.

Whilst Hank was looking around the kitchen Connor entered the bedroom. He was impressed by the king sized canopy bed, it looked soft and Hanks couch was old, not that Connor would ever complain, he appreciated that Hank had took him in.

The bedroom had also been torn apart, jewelry boxes had been searched through, the boxes flung across the floor, rings and necklaces haphazardly scattered the floor, it seemed nothing of monetarily value had been taken. Connor started for the closet door when it flung open and hit him in the face.

"ACK" he shouted out in pain, he turned to see someone standing before him, Connor did a quick scan, he was a CX100 model. "Detroit Police, you are under arrest" Connor stated.

"Where's my truck" the android asked in a high-pitched voice, "W-what?" Connor stuttered confusion crossed his face.

"My truck I want it! You have it, give it!" the android launched at Connor tackling him to the ground, "I don't have a truck, I don't even have a car" Connor explained, wrestling with the android.

"That's enough!" Hank shouted entering the room, gun pointed at the accused robber, the android looked up at Hank and then back at Connor. He began to get up off of Connor but at the last second, he peeled back his artificial skin leaving the cold plastic white hand and grabbed Connors face.

Connors vision flashed with warning errors

VIRUSVIRUSVIRUSVIRUS

CRITICAL DAMAGE!$% !

Hank knocked the android on the head with the butt of his gun, knocking him over Hank handcuffed him.

Hank turned back towards his android partner, "You okay Connor? That was pretty fucked up"

Connor wasn't able to move, he didn't understand what the android had done to him,

IMMINENT SHUTDOWN 1 MINUTE 34 SECONDS

REBOOT NEEDED

"Hank" Connor called out, he was still laying on his back on the floor, Hank rushed over "What did that fuckin thing do to you!" he shouted as he tried to help Connor sit up.

"Gave me a virus"

"Shit" Hank groaned

"It's taking over my system I'm going into emergency shut down in one minute, I need a technician right away" Connor pleaded

"Hold on, you're just gonna shut off?, cuz that prick touched you with his hand "

14 SECONDS

"Tell them it's a virus" Connor repeated, he looked up at Hank "Hank, I'm scared" Connor felt Hank squeeze his shoulder before he was forced into darkness.


Hank had been sitting in the uncomfortable hospital chair for 3 hours, after calling Chris to the scene and letting him take the unconscious android away Hank had carried Connor back to his car, seeing his LED a constant red had sent Hank into a panic, he quickly laid Connor down in the backseat and sped to the nearest android hospital.

The staff were quick to get Connor onto a gurney and out of Hanks arms, Hank had explained to the nurse what happened and how Connor had said it was a virus. They wheeled him down the hallway while Hank stood nervously watching, a perfect copy of what Hank had done only 3 years prior.

A nurse came out to the waiting room, "Are you Mr. Anderson?" she asked. "Please just call me Hank" he asked. The nurse smiled "Well Hank, Connor was right when he said he had a virus, follow me" she started to walk down the hallway, hank followed.

"Is he okay?"

the nurses smile wavered "He is going to make a full recovery, but there has been a set back of sorts"

Hank felt sick "What kind of set back?"

They entered the room, Hank saw Connor laying on the gurney, his eyes were closed, his LED had returned to blue, Hank took that as a good sign.

"The virus was designed to attack the core coding of androids age programming"

Hank blinked "I-I don't understand all that, he is okay right?"

The nurse smiled again "Yes, sorry I forget some people don't understand the inner workings of an android. Basically, the virus is designed to reverse an androids age of programming. We managed to remove it from Connors system, but we believe he'll have lingering side effects for a day or two"

Hank looked at Connor "So when he wakes up, he's gonna be young?"

"Connor is designed to look, act, and sound like a 27-year-old adult male. We believe the virus may cause him to act like a 7-year-old child"

"He what? Holy shit" Hank began to run a hand through his mop of grey hair.

The nurse began again "All his memories will be intact, he just may not be able to understand them fully, bet he'll know who you are, etc"

Hank looked around bewildered as if this was some elaborate prank and Connor was gonna sit up and yell 'Gotcha'.

The nurse noticing his distress spoke again, , "His healing processor should handle it, I understand it may be odd to deal with this. Connor can always stay here while you-"

Hank cut her off, he thought of how Cole would feel if he woke up in a strange hospital and found his dad had left him there.

"No, it's okay. I'm taking him home with me, it's just, sort of a lot to take in" Hank explained.

"I understand" the nurse said. "He's okay to be discharged, it may take him another hour or so to wake up"

She helped Hank position Connor into a wheelchair, so Hank could wheel him out instead of carrying him, Hank thanked the nurse as he turned and headed down the hall way to his car


Placing Connor down on the couch Hank grabbed a blanket and threw it over him, Sumo padded up to Connor and licked his face, he whined when Connor didn't give a response. Hank scratched him between the ears "It's okay Sumo, he'll wake up soon"

As if on cue Connor slowly opened his eyes, he blinked and slowly looked around.

"Hey kiddo, how are you feelin?" Hank asked

"Tired" Connor answered, his voice a few octaves higher than usual.

"Well if you want to go back to sleep go ahead"

Connor sat up and then slowly began to slide off the couch. Once on the floor he leaned onto Sumo, placing his head in the thick of the St. Bernards fur. Sumo turned his head and licked Connors cheek, which made the android giggle.

"Connor, I meant go back to sleep on the couch"

"I wanna sleep on Sumo, he's a soft doggy"

Hank looked around awkwardly, this was definitely gonna be a weird fuckin 48 hours he thought as he placed the blanket over Connor and Sumo.


A/N

This fic may have 3 chapters, it's definitely gonna have a second chapter. I just get writers block way too easily. Sorry this chapter was so short!

I keep seeing comics drawn of baby Connor and it inspired this story

Hope you all enjoyed the first chapter! Leave a review if you want 😊