Notes: I've been wanting to write a time travel fanfiction for a while now, but didn't know how to go about it. I've finally figured it out, so here it is! And no, this is NOT an Avengers crossover. I know jackshit about the Avengers, so it wouldn't make sense.
Hank and Connor were just on a walk together. Hank had said that having Sumo with them ruined their father/son bonding time when he came along so they left him at home. Connor had a beanie on, hiding his LED, so no anti-Android bigot would see it and target him. Then it happened. A flash, so bright, so white, it practically blinded them. Then suddenly, they were in an alleyway, white mould growing up a nearby wall, green moss crawling up a fence. A dog began barking, it's nose shoved underneath the gap between the ground and a gate. Connor realized that he was sitting and slowly got up, still dazzled by the bright light. Hank was sitting on the floor, leaning against the wall, confused and dazed. " Kid, what's 'append? Where 're we?" Connor has no idea where they are or what's happened. He's confused; and more than that, scared. It must show on his face, because suddenly Hank is hugging him, one hand rubbing his back, while the other rests on top of his head, fingers carding through his hair. "It's alright Con, we'll figure it out." Then the dog begins barking again and they quickly break away from each other, picking a direction and leaving the alleyway. Then they find themselves in another street, vastly different from Detroit. It looks like they are in a small town, but Hank can't be sure. Connor goes to check the street name and Hank follows, unsure of what to do. The sign watches them, mockingly, the words written on it clear; Steyning Avenue. It doesn't help them at all, just an ordinary sign for an ordinary street. Hank sighs, looking around. There's a few houses, another alleyway, some cars- wait. Those cars are drivable cars, not autonomous. The number plates are foreign though, Hank has never seen before. He looks closer at them, next to the mixture of numbers and letters is a circle of yellow stars on a blue background, with two letters underneath; GB. Hank knows what the stars mean, it's the European Union flag, but he can't quite remember what the letters stand for. Connor notices Hank looking at the number plate of a car and scans it.
Land Rover car. Manufactured: April 2nd, 2004. Number plate is outdated, EU flag but letters "GB" stand for Great Britain. Britain pulled out of the EU in 2023.
Connor ends the scan with more questions then answers. All the cars he can see have British number plates. If they really are in Britain, how did they get there? He starts to panic. How are they supposed to get home? Hank sees Connor trembling, his dark eyes wide and fearful. He looks like he's about to have a panic attack. Hank wraps an arm around him as a way of comfort. "Calm down, kid. It doesn't matter how we got here, all that matters is that we get home and stay together." Connor nods and relaxes against him. Hank leads him down the other alleyway he saw, hoping to find more clues to hopefully find out where the fuck they are.
They find themselves in another street, much smaller than the other, in fact, it is so small it can hardly be called a street. There's a sign here as well, this one being no more helpful than the other. There's also yet another alleyway, this one much smaller than the other two. Hank and Connor both walk down it, on to what appears to be a main road, only it literally leads to a chained off area full of what appear to be abandoned vehicles of sorts. Hank sees a bench nearby and leads Connor to it, sitting down with him. "Hey Con, have you figured out where we could be?"
Connor, surprisingly, nods. "I don't know the name of the town we are in, but I can tell you that we are somewhere in England." Hank realizes that GB stands for Great Britain. But the European Union flag, he isn't really sure of. Britain pulled out of the EU years ago. He hears voices coming from ahead. He looks up, and sees people walking down the hill in front of them. Then he notices what looks like a parking lot on the hill, but there are many trees hiding what it actually is. He wonders what it could be for; a school, perhaps? He grabs Connor's arm and they set off towards it.
Connor can see what Hank is going for. There's a shopping mall called The Meridan Centre, which suggests that they are on the Meridan line. Interesting. He tugs at his hat, making sure it completely hides his LED. They walk inside. It's definitely not the prettiest place in the world, all hideous brown brick, no paintwork at all. There's a shop called the Co-op there. Hank wonders what it's short for. They walk inside, immediately assaulted by the freezing air conditioning in the place. Connor sees some newspapers stacked up on a shelf, and makes a beeline for them.
The news on the papers is old, very old, dating back to 2019. This makes Connor check the date on them; 5th July 2019. Either these newspapers are really old and just in extremely good condition, or somehow they've managed to time travel. But why would an ordinary grocery store have 20 year old newspapers? And looking around at the outdated self-checkouts and refrigeration units, AND the fact that there isn't a single other Android around makes it seem like the latter of the options, might be possible. Somehow. He goes over to Hank, who is admiring a display of strawberries. "Hank, we need to talk." Hank just nods and they leave the store, going towards the exit they went out earlier.
They sit on a low brick wall, surrounded by trees. "Right kid, spit it out. What is it?" Connor hesitates for a moment, knowing how crazy he's about to sound. "Hank, I think...I think we've somehow traveled through time."
Connor explains it all to Hank, the lack of Androids, the outdated technology, the dates on the newspapers. Hank takes it all in, shock painting his features. This doesn't make sense; but then when did any of this make sense? Hank looks at Connor, realising for the first time just how scared he really is. Hank hugs him again, murmuring comforting words, rocking him back and forth. When he eventually lets go, Connor feels calmer, able to think more clearly. Then a kid walks past. Hank stops him. "Hey kid, we're new around here. What's the name of this town?" The kid seems confused, but answers Hank's question. "Peacehaven. God knows why you came here though, there isn't anything here to see or do." Hank nods. "Sorry about this, but what time is it." The kid sighs and pulls out his phone, switching it on and showing it to them. The numbers on the display say 3:07 pm, and underneath that, the date, 5/7/19. Connor sets his internal clock to the correct time and thanks the kid. The kid leaves quickly.
Hank and Connor begin to explore the town, finding a Subway, a huge park that is packed with people due to the hot weather and a field that leads to a small circular neighborhood full of red brick houses. They hear voices coming from a bricked-in area with a locked gate. They must have climbed over the wall. "-the weather stays this hot, it's gonna be packed tonight." A girl. She sounds slightly annoyed.
"How is that a bad thing?" Another kid asks.
"Detroit : Become Human is a choice based game. 30-40 kids yelling and screaming what they want you to do, getting into fights because they don't agree with each other, the lot."
"I think you're assuming the worst. Think about it the other way. There might not be as many people as they're all inside because it's too hot."
"I hope you're right. I could do with a quiet one tonight."
Hank and Connor know they shouldn't eavesdrop, but there's something oddly entertaining about hearing two children arguing like a married couple do. Then one of them scrambles back over the wall and sees them. Her eyes widen.
"Holy shit..."
