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This is a modified BATB/Blade Runner fiction. It's loosely based on the movie and the tv show. Very loosely.
This is my first attempt at fanfic. My English is not the best.
Reviews, critiques, pointers are welcomed.
Bit of background.
Tyrell corporation is in its early days. It's a thriving trillion dollar company based in LA. Its subsidiaries includes multiple robotic/biotech companies such as SentinAI-GRID, PharmaTech, ChromaMod and IntelliCode(IC). It has lots of money to lubricate different parts of the gov't. Vanessa was a high level scientist at IC.
General population is experimenting with robotic and genetic modification. Some, like in the Army are the reluctant participants. Vincent was part of the classified Army experiment, administered by IC.
After Vincent was kidnapped, he was remodded with new genetic weapons. His memory was not wiped, repressed perhaps. He was let loose to target liabilities to Tyrell Corp but goes rogue after Cat finds him. They try to figure out how to reverse the experiments by targeting IC execs but Vincent goes rogue on Cat as well. This is how they meet and save Tori. A 21 yr socialite. An innocent IC guinea pig courtesy of her dad, a major stakeholder of the company.
There are no gems, mythical animals, Gabe or Rachael in this story. Vincent is not a walking lie detector and he can't read Cat's heartbeat. VinCat hooked up in s2 but didn't go all the way. They do try to reconnect but break up due to Bob, her bio dad who's a top exec at Tyrell corp.
So, this takes place after Ancestors. Cat continues to investigate Vanessa's murder which takes her to LA. To the HQ of IC.
Heather's been out of college for a year, has a PR job and lives in LA. Being the princess that she is, she has a killer two bedroom condo in the lofty Bradbury building courtesy of her season 1 lawyer dad, Thomas. He didn't die and no one tried to kill him. He loves his daughters. He considers Cat blood even though she likes to throw it back to him at times. Heather's boyfriend/s will be typical yupsters in their early 20's.
Looks wise, BATB characters look like the actors on the 2012 show. Deckard looks are based off Norman Reedus. Google him. That picture with short blonde hair, denim shirt. Not Daryl Dixon from TWD.
Chapter 1
The heavy rain turned into a light drizzle as Deckard leaned against the electronics shop window, waiting for a seat to vacate at the makeshift noodle shop across the street. When the elderly man behind the counter motioned his hand, he quickly walked over and took over the empty seat.
The old man looked at him, waiting to take his order. "Two ramen, 4 fish, and coffee." Deckard spoke, gesturing two and four fingers to make sure the man understood. The old man nodded and mirrored his gesture, nodded again, then disappeared behind the counter.
Within minutes the food arrived leaving Deckard to enjoy the meal while scanning his phone. He was almost done when he noticed her taking the seat next to him.
"Number 6 and a shot of Sake." She ordered, then paused for a moment. "Make it a double, two..two." she gave the old man a peace sign with a drinking gesture.
Deckard stole a couple of side glances. She was a waif, mid twenties he guessed, with an extraordinary Eurasian profile.
Her eyes immediately drew him in. They were striking colors of green and gold, lucid and filled with emotions. Her long dark hair, damp and streaky from the rain, messily framed her beautiful 'salt of the earth' face. And even though she tried, she couldn't mask her beauty with a tough leather jacket and a pair of MC boots. He was immediately drawn.
"Rough night, huh? " He spoke nonchalantly, staring up at the rainy sky.
"One of those days." She flashed a half smile, instantly breaking his cool exterior.
"Yeah, had plenty of those." His words trailed off.
She gave him a nod and surveyed his face. Jaded, she thought, but not bad. Handsome actually.
He was tall and lean, dressed in dark monochromatic suit and tie. Early to mid thirties with short scruffy hair and stubbles to match. Blonde. She was never into blondes but something was different about him. There was an intensity to him that she liked. He gave off the vibe of not giving a fuck about anything or anyone, but she knew better. She felt it too… the attraction.
Cat stared into his heavily hooded eyes. His piercing baby blues were searching her face for clues to her origin. She wondered if he noticed her doing the same.
"Cat Chandler." She introduced herself.
"Cat, as in Catherine? It suits you. I'm Deckard"
And with that, she instantly placed him but didn't give it away.
"Deckard, Just Deckard? Like Cher?" Widening her eyes.
He smirked. "It's Rick, but like you, I prefer Deckard." He paused for a second, then spoke again. "Haven't seen you around here before. What brings you to sector 18? This isn't the friendliest part of town, you know."
"Needed a change in scenery, I guess. This place seems good as any."
"Mmmm, I can understand that." He paused for a bit. "It always catches up with you, you know? Sooner or later."
"Speaking from experience?" She tilted her head towards him.
"Always."
There was a brief silence between them.
"What do you do?" Deckard inquired.
"I'm in law enforcement. Transferred out here recently."
"A cop? From where?" He was taken aback.
"New York. Surprised, huh?"
"Not really." He lied.
"It's okay, I'm used to... " She shrugged him off. It wasn't the first time someone had written her off for not looking the part.
"used to..?" his words trailed off again.
"Not taken seriously, underestimated, to name a few." She was surprisingly open with her answers.
"Wow, someone's bitter they won the genetic lottery." He leaned back with a quizzical half smile.
Cat shot him a quick dirty look. He wasn't wrong, but it didn't make him any less than an ass.
Her food arrived but she neglected most of it. Shots got all the attention. She signaled for two more and the elderly man behind the counter happily obliged.
"Take it easy Catherine. Tomorrow's another day. Maybe I'll let you be my drinking buddy." He smiled sheepishly.
"God, I don't look that pathetic, do I? Ugh, do not answer that."
"And it's Cat, Rick." she snapped.
"Alright, your highness Cat."
He was serious now. "Whatever it is, It ain't worth it."
He was surprised by his own words. Ever since the Tyrell incident, something inside of him changed. He was less abrasive and more open, or so he thought.
The drizzle turned back into a downpour. Cat was lost in her thoughts again. Vincent, his vulnerable voice calling her name, beckoning. Vincent, his anger filled voice, pushing her away. She felt the wounds bubbling up to the surface. All she wanted now was to dull the pain and booze was always a good start.
Deckard pulled back as if he understood. He picked up his phone and glossed over. Catherine, he wondered, was she the new transfer at the office? He had heard some rumblings about a looker joining the crew. Some were already making slanderous remarks about her behind her back.
A loud beep snapped her out of her thoughts. Cat looked at the old man behind the counter and signaled for more.
"I think you've had enough." Deckard intervened.
"I can handle it." She quickly signaled her hand, requesting another for him as well.
"You'll thank me tomorrow. Trust me." And with that, he intercepted both shots and downed them.
"I know about you," she stared blankly into space. "I remember your face plastered all over the news, recovering those bots?" She paused, then with thick sarcasm, called him out. "The hero cop that saved city, no," she paused again, "the hero cop that save the trillion dollar corporation from embarrassment. Wasn't that the headlines?" She snickered.
"Don't believe everything you read, kid." He snapped back.
"Ain't that the truth." And with that, she settled her bill and walked away, back into the rain.
