~Disclaimer: HUMANS belongs to AMC and its creators. I own only the idea of this story, and even so its base is the memories and behavior of the character Leo Elster. A few of my written scenes will be taken from S1EP6. Furthermore, this will be my only posting of the disclaimer, but it applies to all future chapters of this fanfiction~
Warnings: Spoilers for Leo's past, minor cussing, perhaps future violence. If the occasion comes up, injuries may be a bit too graphic for those with weak stomachs around blood. Leo and Beatrice's death may hold triggers. These apply to all future chapters as well.
So this is basically an idea sprouted from the memories Leo shows Mattie in S1EP6, and from Leo's behavior and actions. It's my version of Leo's life ever since moving to the new house. No time frame will be given except seasons and the time passed between chapters, as dates are never given. There will be quite a few times skips in the earlier chapters. As of right now, I expect there to be a very few chapters on moving in, Mia being created, and maybe one or two on Mia and Leo's relationship. After that, the main focus will be on the other conscience Synths being created and Leo's "death".
Whew! After all that, onto the story!

"Whoa, this place is huge!"The boy shouted in excitement, practically leaping from the backseat before the car was even at a complete stop. Forgetting-or ignoring was probably more likely-all of his things in the boot, he stumbled onto the dirt driveway and sprinted to the front door. His dad had moved all their stuff ahead of time, so this was the first he had seen of the new house. Him and his mother had come with the last bit of their possessions from the old house.

And he was absolutely right. The Elster's new home was, in fact, huge. The property itself was enormous, woods behind the four story house (ground floor and second level, with basement and attic included) and to the side. A couple of apple trees dotted the lawn, most with plenty of branches to climb. The house itself was brick, and obviously ages old but in very good condition. He could spot a chimney on top, and was already bouncing with joy at the prospect of all the fun times he could have here. There was even a lake in front of the house! Of course, it was very isolated, quite a few miles from the stores and schools, and even farther from David's head lab, but he was okay with that. His father had never really liked attention, he always said it was bad for his mum. She had always been sick, but the past two years had been really bad for Beatrice. He had never gotten along well with the other children anyway.

He skidded to a halt in front of the door, his jet black hair tossed messily by the light breeze of coming autumn. All the trees had lush green leaves, but it wouldn't be long before they turned yellow and orange.

While he inspected the porch, David rushed to the passenger side of the car to help Beatrice out. She slept most of the way, which was good. Gently shaking her awake, David led the silent woman out to the front of the car, pausing only to hand her her handbag and the keys to the front door.

"Go inside," he murmured, "I've already set up the essentials. Our room is on the second floor." Without a word, she ambled up to the door and, completely ignoring him, went inside.

Used to this treatment (Beatrice often swung into many different moods with people), he leapt up from where he had been on his knees, watching a beetle, and rushed in behind his mother. The house was immaculate. The furniture had already been set up, and the greeting room adorned old, yet cozy things. With all of his dad's work, they were very well off, and he knew there to be two maids and a groundskeeper. He figured one of the maids would be doing to cooking, his mother certainly wouldn't and his father was always working on some project or another. And he was only seven, after all.

There were heavy steps behind him, and he spun to see David walking in, dropping a bag to the floor and handing over his. He smiled almost-kindly, peering over his rectangular glasses. "Your room is upstairs, I trust you'll be able to find it."

You could almost see the smoke left in his tracks.

He pounded up the stairs and jogged down the hall, opening doors left and right to find his room. Recognizing his stuff in the door at the end of the hall, directly across the bathroom, he threw himself inside and slammed the door behind him. He rushed to the other end, where there was a decently sized window looking out onto the drive and the lake. Seen in the corner of the window, he could spot a tree perfect for climbing. His father was walking down the drive towards the house, he had probably just locked up the car.

He tugged off his jacket, but chose to leave his gloves on. He had ripped off the fingers and rather liked to keep them on even in warmer weather. He turned around and looked about the room. From his position by the window, the door was in the left corner next to a closet in the wall across from him. In the wall to his right, there was his dresser in the far corner and his bed, a small lamp on the dresser. As was a portable heater/fan. He suspected it (the dresser) and the closet already held all of his clothes and whatnot. The wall to his left had his bookshelf, with all of his books already on it, and a large lamp in the corner closest to him. There was no overhead light, but that was okay.

He tossed his bag onto the bed and went to inspect the order of his books on the shelf, pausing to hang his jacket on the hook in the door. The top row held children's story books, and a few low-level novella's, but all the others held his father's old textbooks. He was seven, and very smart for his age due to his upbringing. There were countless high school and college textbooks on computers, technology, biology, robotics, chemistry, and even some theory books on things like cyborgs. A few of the books were even written by David Elster, his own father! Of course, he couldn't read most of this stuff yet, it was very hard to understand. But occasionally his dad would help him work out the pictures and diagrams.

He turned then to the closet, dragging open the door and looking inside. A few jumpers were hung, and a shelf near the top held a very few toys. A plastic drawer-cabinet held supplies for school. The closet was otherwise bare. He had never really liked having very many things, he just liked to explore, and try to be as smart as his dad. Computers and robotics interested him very much. Though oddly enough, with his father being their creator, they had never had a Synth. Perhaps the only downside of being so isolated was that he might not be able to go the lab as often. That was where Doctor Millican would allow him to observe all of the Synthetics. Professor Hobb wasn't as kindly, and Leo only really knew him by name.

Thinking back on the room, Leo figured the only thing he would need is a desk to work at, and for his computer.

There was a light knock on his door, interrupting his musings. "Come in," he called. In stepped a middle-aged lady wearing an old blue dress with a faded apron. She smelled like toast, and there were a few traces of yellow smears on the apron.

She smiled kindly down at him, human green eyes twinkling, "Afternoon, Mr. Elster. Your parents are enjoying tea in the dining room. Your father wishes you to eat an early dinner. I've made grilled cheese and there are chips in the kitchen, if you want them. He's instructed me to tell you that you must eat before exploring."

He wrinkled his brow, this lady was being awfully nice for having just met him. People usually got nasty when he talked, they thought he made things up, said he pretended to be too smart for being so young. She was obviously older though, than the kids that poked fun. Just to be safe, he figured he wouldn't talk much to her.

So he smiled politely back and recalled the names his father had given him. He wouldn't be seeing much of the maid that was Mother's caretaker, so he used the other. "Thank you, Ms. Belle. I'll be down in a minute."

Looking delighted, she smiled, and was about to say something before he continued: "You can just call me Leo."

She nodded and smiled again, "Okay, Leo."

So idk why I held back Leo's name until the end, since it was obvious who "he" was. But I did, so deal with it. Description of the house, and the scene where Leo was looking out the window came from the aforementioned episode six memories.
Please review, tell me everything you think about it! I expect that since season one just ended, there aren't many fans, so when people read this it will probably be done, or close to it. Speaking of which, updates will probably be slow because school starts in two days; but bc of the previous sentence I don't think that will matter. Either way still give me your thoughts! Any questions, just ask :)

~Rowis12