Author's Note: Another real early chapter because we couldn't wait to get it out! Totally didn't stay up till 5 in the morning yesterday to write this, PSH...
"Please Come Home"
"I love you!" Hank's eyes widened as those words seemed to cut right through him. Hank's breath was caught in his throat and he instantly felt sober. He watched a series of emotions stretch across the young man's face. His lips were trembling as he looked up at Hank with pain in his eyes. He looked as if he was seeing the world for the first time, the first time seeing how cruel it could be.
A soft whimper slipped through those trembling lips and there was no denying his feelings anymore. Hank had feelings for this beautiful man in front of him. He couldn't bring himself to say that word anymore, it only leads to pain in the past. He had lost his son and his wife long ago and he couldn't bring his old self to say it again.
Unable to get those words across his lips, he was hoping that he could show Connor how much the younger man had grown on him. He took a step towards the trembling android and reached his own trembling arm out, "Con…" Slipped through his lips as he tried to touch Connor, but just as his fingers traced the outer edges of Connor's arm, he watched as Connor shook his head and shoved passed Hank without looking back.
Hank wanted to scream after Connor and run him down till he could hold the confused man in his arms and show him all night how much he meant to the older man, but his body wasn't moving. His feet were cemented to the wooden floor and his arm was still stretched out to grab the younger man; his mouth was slightly open and it was growing dry but he was frozen. He had lost his chance, not like he was surprised, he had pushed Connor away at every opportunity. He closed his eyes and just kept seeing Connor run out into the rain over and over again.
He felt his knees tremble and he was about to allow himself to fall to the floor when he realized that Connor was in nothing but a sweatshirt and boxers. "Shit." Hank mumbled as his legs suddenly had life in them again and he took off out the door without his jacket or shoes.
His socks were slick against his feet as they pounded against the wet pavement as he ran down the street. The cold air felt like a hot iron was being pressed to the inside his lungs as he struggled to keep his pace. He had no idea which direction Connor ran in, but all he knew was that he needed to find the younger man.
The door swung open as Hank all but threw his body into the house. Every inch of him was dripping with water as each step slopped and squished. Saying that his breathing was labored was an understatement; he hadn't run that long or that hard since the academy. He had ran all the way to the Chicken Feed where Connor and him had the lunch that started this entire obsession, after that he ran to the station since it was close by, and then he took a cab to the outside of Cyberlife since it was on the other side of town. Hank knew they wouldn't let him in, but maybe he could see if there was any obvious commotion going on within the building. None of the places held the young man he was looking for.
Hank sighed, his entire body ached and trembled from the freezing rain, the wind, and the sudden exercise that his body hadn't received in that magnitude in a long time. He walked over to the washer and dryer and began stripping the wet clothes from his body. His hands ran over his once sculpted body and he let out a long sigh. He couldn't fathom why a young beautiful man, like Connor, would want an old washed up man like himself. While he did not have a gut, he wouldn't call himself rock solid. Hell, he wouldn't call his stomach hard at all, it was a little soft with age, but it wasn't horrible for his age.
Yet he had felt Connor's body against his and felt his chest and stomach under Hank's fingers. There was nothing soft about the man, he was toned and muscular in all the right places. He wasn't overly muscular but enough to fill out his form perfectly. Hank was sure there was not one blemish on that entire body whereas Hank's body was filled with scars, old faded tattoos, and just pure age. Connor's skin was artificial and new whereas Hank's was old and matured.
Another sigh slipped through Hank's lips in order to push his self-consciousness to the side for the moment so he could do his laundry. When he opened the washer, his eyes did a double take at the clothes that were sitting inside the washer. He hadn't tried to do laundry this morning, after a moment of thinking it hit him like a ton of bricks. Connor had cleaned the house and did the laundry while waiting for him.
He smacked his head against the wall blaming himself for being so stupid and drunk. Connor had been doing everything for Hank and he was just too stubborn to see it. He thought it was all just in Connor's programming to make Hank feel bad so he would be more cooperative or something. Maybe it was because Connor was always saying he was just a machine, or it was Hank trying to figure out what he was feeling. Either way, he was a dick and if he didn't manage to get Connor back, he didn't think he could live with himself.
He began shifting the damp clothes into the dryer when he came across Connor's Cyberlife suit. The look of it made Hank smile yet almost grimace. He really was an ass. He needed to stop drinking, but right now, he needed to hang this suit up so it wouldn't wrinkle and remember how to get on his knees to grovel tomorrow.
Hank wasn't sure how today was going to go, or how exactly he was going to apologize for his dogshit behavior, but he just hoped Connor would hear him out. He walked into the precinct at exactly seven o'clock. He knew Connor always showed up, or wanted to show up, at seven thirty so Hank decided to get there a half an hour earlier to get everything set up. He quickly ran into the break room and threw the leftovers, that Connor made him last night, like he said, he was a dick, into the fridge before making his way over to Connor's desk.
Hank walked over to Connor's desk and placed the all white box down in the middle of his desk. Hank didn't own many boxes or packaging, so he ran into his garage and after rummaging around for a while, he found an old white gift box that had a red bow printed on it. He had gently folded up Connor's suit and placed it within the box. Connor had run out of the house without pants on, and he never came back for his suit so Hank was concerned that he wouldn't have anything to wear. He couldn't get in contact with Connor so he was hoping this would help in some way. He quickly grabbed the card that he had made out of folding an index card and placed it underneath the box so no one else would see it. He quickly glanced around the precinct, that was basically empty, before heading back to his desk to wait.
Connor pushed open the precinct door at seven thirty-one and his eye was already twitching. He was late and he felt exhausted, even though androids couldn't sleep. Last night was something that Connor didn't want to recall at the current moment; his heart pounded in his ears when he saw Hank was already sitting at his desk. The sight of the man looking so put together made Connor's frown deepen, it seems as if last night didn't affect Hank as much as it did Connor.
After running out of the house in nothing but Hank's sweatshirt, Connor realized that he needed clothing, not just to keep himself for being arrested, but also for the next day at work. He refused to crawl back to the house and grab his suit, especially since he was sure Hank wouldn't have hung it up. So, he reluctantly made his way back to Cyberlife with fear in every step he made toward the building. No one seemed to notice the difference in the android, or they didn't seem to care for the android since not one person questioned his attire. Although, the only ones left at that hour were the security guards.
Connor hadn't realized that there was a package on his desk until he reached his chair. His eyes widened at the white box with a fake red ribbon printed on it; he scanned the room trying to see if anyone was paying extra attention to him, but no one seemed to be paying him any mind. Not even the Lieutenant was looking at him; Hank was too busy in his computer, hopefully looking at work, to be bothered with the android.
When Connor picked up the package to examine its weight, just in case it was a bomb or some sort of attack on the android, a small index card floated down to the desk. He tilted his head to the side as he placed the package back down on the desk alongside the index card. He grabbed the folded index card and scanned over it for a moment picking up several fingerprints. He decided to save analyzing the fingerprints until after reading the note.
Next Time, Don't You Forgot Your Pants
Thanks for the lunch.
Connor felt his face heating up and he knew he was glowing blue. He no longer receives warnings about his software or heat regulations. He could receive the warnings regarding his body, but he decided to turn them off until he was used to the new emotions that were bombarding his body. His heart was thumping loudly in his chest as he glanced up at Hank who was wearing his reading glasses. They were sharp rectangular black glasses that he barely wore because they made him 'feel old'; Connor disagreed and thought they made Hank look, well, hot. Connor saw Hank glance up from the corner of his eyes and Connor's heart melted when Hank gave him a caring smile before going back to his work.
Connor looked back down at the table trying to calm his heart down before grabbing the box and opening it up. He let out a happy sigh when he saw his suit was tucked nicely in the box; his fingers ran along the fabric and revealed at how soft it felt. A moment later a husky sweet scent hit his nose and his head shot up to look at Hank; Hank refused to meet his eyes, but a smile was on his face that told Connor it was in a playful way. Hank had sprayed a little bit of his own cologne, a scent Connor has only smelled once before, on the suit. While it may not have been a giant gift, it was simple and sweet, just like the older man.
Connor was about to open his mouth to thank the older man, but then last night's memory came crashing down on him. Hank's lover, his harsh words, and his unspoken words as Connor ran away. Connor clenched his eyes shut as his heart tightened in his chest; he couldn't allow himself to get even more wrapped up in the lies and hurt that was Hank. Last night proved that Hank just didn't feel that way about Connor anyways. His eyes opened and a soft sigh slipped through his lips as he decided he was going to look through the evidence locker to see if there was anything he missed.
"Can I borrow your key to the evidence locker?" Connor spoke as he walked over to Hank 's desk. He leaned up against the corner of his desk that Hank called Connor's Spot. Hank took his glasses off his face and looked up at Connor with a smile on his face, but when Hank saw Connor's deflated look, his smile fell.
"Con, can we talk?" Hank asked, his voice barely above a whisper; Connor noticed that his voice quivered a little when he spoke Connor's nickname. The same nickname that sent shivers down his spine and made his heart swell.
Connor let out a sigh and allowed his head to fall against his own chest, "I apologize for last night. I seemed to experience some…" His voice wavered as he looked back up at Hank who was staring at him with pain in his blue eyes. Those eyes made Connor want to admit he went deviant and wanted to hold Hank while he told Connor everything was okay. "I started having thoughts that were not part of my program."
"Con, please," Hank pleaded as he wheeled himself closer to Connor, but Connor simply pushed himself off of the desk and grabbed Hank's keys. He looked at Hank and gave him a sad smile.
"I assure you, I have taken care of these thoughts and they won't bother you anymore." Connor tried to faint a smile, "We can go back to being partners again." Before Hank could say anything Connor began walking away.
He heard the sigh and curse words that slipped through Hank's lips as he walked away, but it didn't stop him as he pushed through the glass doors that lead to the hallway before the evidence locker. Whenever Connor walked away from Hank, there always was this giddy tightening that happened in his chest as he listened for the next couple seconds. To see if he was going to be chased after or be left alone, but Connor knew it wasn't fair. Hank had chased after him before and usually called out for him, but Connor just never had the strength to turn around. A sigh slipped through his lips as his shoulders fell. Before he could reach the locked doors, he heard footsteps coming up behind him.
"Well, well, well." A gravely irking voice perked up from behind Connor. Before his deviancy last night, Connor still had a little trouble admitting it, he dislikes the personality of Gavin, but now he truly understood all of the insults and untaken coffee that Gavin had thrown at him. The discomfort and anger began to steam inside of him. "Look what we have here. Seems like someone had a fight with their boyfriend."
Connor took a deep breath before turning around and facing Gavin with a sickeningly sweet smile on his face, "As stated before, Lieutenant Anderson and I do not have a sexual relationship. So, I would appreciate it if you stopped deflecting your desires onto us."
Connor went to turn away from the angry man, but Gavin flung Connor around and threw him up against the wall. Gavin shoved his forearm into Connor's throat, while Connor knew he did not need to breathe, it did not seem like Gavin knew this information. He noted that Gavin took great pleasure and pride in having pinned Connor against the wall. "Are you insinuating that I want to fuck you, tin can? In your dreams." Gavin sneered his face getting closer and closer to Connor's.
"I never insinuated. I am simply stating facts." Connor stated in a matter-of-fact voice as he pushed forward on Gavin's forearm making the pressure far too tight for any human's neck."You can't fool me. I have the financial records. I know you visit the HR-400 Male Traci with the Asian features every Tuesday and Thursday night." Connor grabbed Gavin's shoulders and threw him against the wall. Connor now had Gavin by the shoulders against the wall squirming trying to get away.
"You know nothing." Gavin sneered, but Connor wasn't having it anymore. All of the anger had bubbled up over the edge and now that he had no more missions, he finally allowed himself to fight back. Everything that Gavin ever did to him replayed through his mind as he watched the man struggle against him.
He leaned in close so that his mouth was right next to Gavin's ear. "It seems to me that you would be the lucky one to get into my pants." Connor smirked against Gavin's ear knowing that Connor was not only making the man mad but getting him riled up, "Trust me, if Lieutenant Anderson couldn't handle me, there is no way you could."
Connor smirked as he pulled away from the shorter man and simply left him there flustered pushed up against the wall. He quickly made his way through the large doors before Gavin realized what had happened. Connor would need to learn to keep a hold of his new tongue; his processors weren't analyzing everything he did or said anymore, it was now up to his attention to handle it.
He quickly made his way through the giant glass walls to the single desk in the middle of the room. He logged into Hank's account, failing to fight the smile that poked its way onto Connor's face when he typed in the password. He walked along the other side of the small desk and leaned against it while watching the evidence wall slowly come up from the floor.
"There must be something here." Connor crossed one arm around his chest and rested the other one on his chin while he intensely stared at the evidence hanging from the wall. There were several large TV's holding footage from Connor's memory, there was a small pad on one of the shelves holding Connor's conversation with the deviant leader, the wine opener that slit the one victim's throat and the android's thirium pump were also on shelves and there was the body of the android hanging from the wall. "Hmm."
Connor jumped off the desk and made his way over to the deactivated android; a quick scan revealed that the android could be awoken if the right thirium pump was placed inside. He already knew the memory was intact, but if he could awaken the android, he could talk to him. He swiftly walked over to the shelves to grab the thirium pump and scanned it. It seemed like the pump was still in working order and could be reconnected to the android if he melded the wires back correctly.
He was about to walk back over to the android when it hit him; why would this android talk to him. Connor was the android who stole this one's love, this android even tried to kill Connor, no one in their right mind would confess their sins to a man they were trying to kill. Well, according to the movies Connor downloaded, some villains did, but they usually lost. He placed the thirium pump back onto the shelf and let out a loud sigh. He rested his head against the shelves as he ran through all of the steps again. He was missing something, he was missing something. He had been so close.
"Damn." He muttered as he slammed his right hand on the shelf next to the thirium pump that he thought was empty. The loud smack of plastic hitting the ground caused Connor to open his eyes. Apparently, he needed to pay more attention to his memory now because his processors were now more attuned to his feelings and thoughts than the information around them.
He opened his eyes and bent down to pick up the small pad up off the ground. When his fingers wrapped around the small pad a voice began speaking through the speakers. Connor slowly stood back up as he listened to the deviant leader's voice filling his processors.
"Wait a moment." Connor mumbled as he ran back over to the deviant with the pad in his hand. He reached up and placed his finger on the deviant's LED and another on the back of the ear. After some slight pressure, the whole channel popped off so Connor could dig around in the deviant's head. Connor closed his eyes and quickly dislodged the wires that connected the deviant's eyes to his processors. After a moment, Connor pulled his hand out of the android's head and placed the ear channel back in place and made his way to the shelves.
Connor closed his eyes and played the recording of the deviant leader's voice over and over again. Connor took the sound into his processors and slowly began to take apart the voice by each particular vibration that it creates in the air. He repeated this process several more times before he opens his mouth and tested his hypothesis.
"I could see the way that you looked at him. I will ask you again, you care for that human, don't you?" Connor's lips moved fluently as the voice came out as a perfect replica.
With a smug smile on his face, he walked back over to the dangling android with the thirium pump in his hand and quickly began working on attaching the pump. Normally, one could simply place the thirium pump back into the chest cavity, but the way this one was cut out, it nicked and cut some vital cordage that usually connected to the pump once it is placed inside. Whoever cut the pump out wanted to make sure the android couldn't just put it back in and walk away. He was able to heat his fingertips to the point of a torch gun and began probing the inside of the android. Connor began humming a slight tune as he tried to meld the wires back together. It took a good twenty minutes, but Connor was able to reattach the thirium pump.
"Who's there?" The deviant frantically looked around his eyes now a faded grey color. Connor felt bad for misleading the android, but he also had this feeling building up in his gut that told him to punch the android for attacking him. "Why can't I see anything?"
"Hush, my son." Connor cooed, reaching out and running his hand from the top of the deviant's forehead to his chin. The deviant visibly relaxed under his touch.
"Is that you Daniel?" The deviant questioned trying to reach out for Connor, but he was far enough back that the android couldn't reach him while he was hooked up to the evidence wall. "Why can't I move?" His voice trembled and Connor could easily hear the fear that laced his words.
"The deviant hunter got you." Connor sighed, "You failed your mission and he captured you." The deviant's head shot up and his lips formed a giant frown.
"I know, I let my emotions get a hold of me." The deviant's head fell to his chest and Connor swore he saw the man's body begins to convulse as if he was going to overheat or deactivate himself. Connor was about to reach out to comfort the man, but when the deviant looked up, Connor realized the man had just been crying. "I attacked the wrong target."
"Tell me again, who was your target then?" Connor crossed his arms over his chest trying to imitate disappointment within the voice he used.
"The deviant hunter's lover. Lieutenant Hank Anderson." Connor's eyes widened as he stared at the deviant strung up on the wall. Anger grew inside of him as his head fell to the side; Connor took a deep breath before speaking again. "But when the deviant hunter walked in alone, I couldn't help it. I got so angry. He took Jason from me."
"And why was he the target once more?" Connor sneered, getting closer to the deviant android. He had to fight the thought of ripping the thirium pump from the android's chest once again for even thinking of attacking Hank.
"You wanted the deviant hunter on our side." The android gulped, unnecessarily, "You noted that he had strong feelings towards the Lieutenant and after some stakeouts, we found out that he was sleeping with another android from Eden's club. You wanted to attack Hank for the deviant hunter. Even though he took my man." The deviant sneered and Connor couldn't help but to let his hand smack across the deviant's face.
"Do you go against me?" Connor all but yelled as he grew even closer to the deviant and grabbed him by his jaw and pulled him closer. "Now, I don't think we can keep you around if you keep failing missions."
That sent the android into a panic, "No, please, Daniel. I swear, I won't mess up the next assassination attempt." Connor almost felt pity for the android, it clearly was delusional and held the deviant leader to a very high standard.
Connor scoffed trying his hardest to stay in character, but his heart was beating faster in his chest and he felt what could only be described as spiders crawling their way up his back. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his biocomponents that Hank was in trouble. "Do you even know the next assassination attempt?"
"Yes!" The deviant shouted struggling against the restraints holding him to the wall, "You plan on leading them to Eden's club and having one of the Traci's attack him."
"And when is it supposed to take place?" Connor glanced around the room and checked the clock on the wall for the tenth time since he began this conversation. He pulled up a small calendar in his vision and noted that it was Wednesday around four forty-five. Normally Hank and him would be leaving in a half hour or so but Connor knew this night he would be walking back to Cyberlife alone.
"Wednesday at five thirty pm." The deviant spewed trying his hardest to please his leader, and a small part of him felt bad for the android, but another part was happy to see the thing dead. No one will try and take a hit out on his Hank and live to see it happen.
Connor leaned closer to the android so that his lips were almost pressed against the shell of its ear, "Thank you for everything." Connor purred allowing his voice to return to its own as he let his hand run around the deviant's chest, "I am sorry for this." He closed his eyes before gripping his fingers around the deviant's thirium pump and ripped it out without another thought.
Connor quickly threw the pump onto the floor and grabbed Hank's keys off of the desk before running up the stairs. He needed to find Lieutenant Anderson and tell him that there was a very large hit out on his head. Connor was hoping that Hank would be asleep at his desk or outside smoking a cigarette as usual, but when he got back upstairs Hank's desk was empty. The jacket he usually hung on the back of his hair was gone, meaning Hank had left the precinct. Connor just needed to figure out where he had gone.
"You looking for the Lieutenant, huh?" Connor was slightly relieved that this time there wasn't insult or an offending comment to make Connor's skin boil.
"Yes, I am, Gavin." Connor spoke calmly as he pulled a smile upon his face, hoping his eyes didn't give away his annoyance or need. He did not need anymore confrontation from Gavin tonight, he had a very slight window if Hank was really in danger. Thankfully, Gavin seemed to have learned his lesson, at least for now.
"Well, since he couldn't get any from you," Gavin started, pausing only for a moment to chuckle, "He headed down to Eden's club for some sweet ass."
With that said, Connor was out the door and in a cab hoping that he wasn't too late.
Connor threw open the doors to Eden's club scanning the entryway hoping that there was some evidence of where Hank was. When the cab dropped Connor off, he had instantly noticed Hank's old-fashioned manual car sitting across the street. So Hank was there, the question was where was he and who had him. He frantically walked around the first room showcasing each and every android, he put his hand up to the first android's tube.
"Please work." He mumbled as he tried to buy the android. He just wanted to probe its memory in order to see which direction Hank went, but the hand reader didn't even process that Connor had placed his hand on the pad. "Shit." He muttered as he ran further into the club.
His eyes instantly went to the HR-400 female blue haired Traci that was dancing on the pole as soon as a client walked in. He quickly walked over to the bot and grabbed her wrist while she was still upside down in a split. Connor's eyes clenched shut as he ran through all of the memory the Traci had collected in the past two hours. Some of the video was just the ceiling or the pole since the android was dancing around, but he made sense of most of it. He sped by it with inhuman speed as it wasn't until the very end he noticed Hank walking in by himself and headed towards the blue room.
Anger flared up in Connor as he pulled his hand away from the Traci, but he squashed that feeling down as he jogged into the blue room. The room was lit with a blue light and there was Gavin's favorite model spinning on a pole in the middle of the room and it was filled with every model of male androids the Eden Club had. With rage in his stomach and worry in his heart, he reached forward and grabbed the android's arm and pulled him closer as he watched the memories flow into his mind.
Just like the other Traci, this one didn't have any memories of Hank until the very end. Connor felt his heart cracking when he saw that his look-alike android ran out and grabbed Hank's arm and watched as it leaned up and whispered in Hank's ear. Connor let out a slight whimper and was about to pull out of the memory until he saw Hank shove the android away from his person. Hank began yelling at the android, and a swell of pride seemed to fill his biocomponents. Connor couldn't make out the words that Hank was spewing at the android over the loud music and the spinning of the android he was watching from.
The android soon flipped herself upside down and Connor was watching the scenery of the club instead of who he wanted to watch. He sped the footage up even more and after watching the ceiling, the pole, and the floor, the memory eventually got back to the fighting pair. Yet this time there was two other larger androids on each side of Hank and a moment later Hank's head fell to the side and the two larger androids grabbed his arms before his body slumped to the ground unceremoniously. Connor's heart tighten in his chest as he watched them leave through the staff door.
Connor slowly made his way through the staff room, making sure to grab the pistol that he had stolen from Hank's house, for other reasons, was out and ready. He held the gun steady as he slowly walked down the corridor tuning up his hearing modules hoping to hear where they had taken Hank. He finally approached a door with a small singular glass window in it.
"You can go fuck yourself." He heard a familiar voice sneer and he couldn't help but roll his eyes at the image of Hank speaking back to his captors. Connor slowly looked up through the window but couldn't see the group of people, he did see a large white curtain with four shadows.
Connor quickly closed his eyes and shut off his breathing module. For a moment, he tried to catch his breath as if he needed to breathe; the air was eerily quiet without his exhaling. He slowly pushed the door open and hugged the wall as he entered the large loading area.
"You already did that for me, Lieutenant " Connor heard the android imitate his voice when he called Hank by his title and it just made his blood boil. He would really need to ask Hank what he was thinking when he came here.
"You know, for being so pretty," Hank mumbled; more anger was bubbling up inside of Connor as he slowly made his way over to the curtain. Here he was trying to save Hank, and Hank was complimenting his kidnappers, "You sure are a major douche."
Connor had to hold in his laughter as he heard Hank's own laughter echo off of the walls. "If I were you, I would keep quiet." The smaller android sneered.
"And why would I do that?" Hank mused, clearly having himself a dandy good time. He either didn't realize how much danger he was in or he knew exactly what he was doing. Or, as Connor was guessing, he didn't care either way. Connor just hoped that the androids wouldn't kill Hank for being a loudmouth before he got close enough.
"Because we can kill you at any point." Connor was now directly behind the curtain and had a clear sight of the shadows. They had Hank sitting on something, making him shorter than the other shadows. He had two large shadows towering over him on both sides, and another shadow seemed to be pacing back and forth. Connor figured this was the sexbot, he lost this shadow every time it went in front of the two larger androids. Not giving Connor a clean shot.
"OooOo is that a threat or a promise, baby?" Connor's eyes glared daggers into the white curtain doing his very best not to plan to throw a bullet in Hank's direction as well.
"I don't think the deviant hunter would be very happy to hear you calling someone else baby." The small shadow chuckled as it seemed to grow in size; Connor figured it was walking closer to Hank.
"His name is Connor." Hank sneered and for a moment Connor's heart swelled at the sound of his name. "Besides, he deserves better. I am just a washed-up drunk that pays for trash apparently."
Connor's smile fell slightly at his confession, but that face quickly twisted up in rage as he watched the smaller shadow kick Hank in the head causing the older man and the chair he was in to fall to the ground. Connor slowly stood up against the wall, closed his eyes and let out a silent deep breath. He opened his eyes and quickly raised his gun, calibrating the trajectory of the bullet, the movement the curtain would cause, and the slight flinch the one android might make after the first bullet left the gun.
All of this processing happened in a matter of a millisecond as he began walking forward and quickly squeezed the trigger two times before running over and throwing the curtain open with his gun raised. As the white curtain flew around him, Connor watched the two bodies slowly collapse to the ground blue blood creating a false halo around their heads and he saw the sex bot jump back in shock and fear.
"Why hello again." Connor smiled as he kneeled down to put Hank's chair back upright so he wasn't lying on his side tied to a chair. "I am simply here to pick up what is mine, and then I will be on my way." Connor didn't shift the gun from being pointed at the bot's head.
The bot scoffed crossing his arms over his chest, "I don't know if you are malfunctioning or just stupid." Connor cocked his eyebrow at the comment as he used his free hand to burn the ropes off of the chair. "If he kept crawling back to me, obviously I was better."
"You have a little too much bitch in ya for me." Hank murmured still tied to the chair, "I am old, don't want to teach a puppy not to piss where it eats"
"He spent money on me, and he came crawling back for me to give him what you couldn't."
The sexbot smiled as he took a step towards Connor and Hank, "And what did he give to you?"
"He gave me a home." Connor said, his anger slowly melting off of his face revealing a small smile, "He woke me up." He lowered the gun and turned his head to the side to show Hank that smile.
The bot let out a nasty growl when Connor turned away and went to lung at him with its own gun. Connor never turned his head as he snapped the gun up and shot the android in the chest. He fell to the ground with a thud, the bullet ripped right through his thirium pump leaving him paralyzed till death, but would allow Connor to access its mind later.
"Don't you ever do that again." Hank shuttered as he stepped over the body that was beginning to swim in blue blood and headed towards the exit, "Just plain creepy."
"Con…" Hank pleaded as he watched Connor pace back and forth the anger enough to melt the snow that came in contact with his hair. It was almost amusing and Hank might have laughed if Connor wasn't currently screaming at him for being unnecessarily dangerous and plain old stupid, as Connor put it.
"Don't you Con me, Lieutenant." Connor yelled pointing at Hank for a moment before continuing with his pacing. "It was foolish of you to follow a lead without any backup. Especially without me."
"You did it on…" Hank had begun to speak, but like the entirety of this argument, Connor cut him off.
"Don't you start with that." Connor yelled as he ran his fingers through his hair, pausing his pacing for a moment to let out a deep breath, "I am expendable. I can be replaced, but you, Oh, but you…"
"You don't want me to die. Doncha?" Hank smugly spoke as he wrapped his arms around his chest. He knew he was right, and whether or not it killed him later, he loved teasing the android. Connor just never seemed to know what to do.
"It would be very detrimental for the rest of the mission." Connor sputtered his pacing picking up in speed, "In that sense, yes. I would like you stay alive."
Hank chuckled at the response and it was in that moment as he watched the anger boil off of Connor he knew he had nothing left to lose. He had almost died tonight, and if it wasn't for this kid figuring everything out, well Hank wouldn't have been found alive. A small smile lifted his lips as he just looked over the younger man. His lips were twisted up in a pout and it was obvious that the boy was worried and scared shitless that he was going to lose Hank.
Even if he didn't understand it, he was lucky to have such an innocent man in love with him. It was clear by the sight in front of him that Connor never did anything about his deviant thoughts, and it was pretty clear to Hank that he had gone fully to the dark side, and he never looked better. His eyes were hooded with pure contentment and relief that this android was here in front of him right now.
"Con…" Hank tried to begin once again, but Connor just snapped his head and glared at him with the strength of a million suns. If looks could kill, Hank would be nothing but ashe on the ground. Come to think of it, Hank was pretty sure if an android wanted to kill from just their stares, they could figure it out; he made a note to ask Connor about it later.
"Oh are you finally going to say something or are you just going to sit there and look at me with that dumb look on your face?" Connor snapped walking towards Hank, "I don't think you realize how much danger you were in, Lieutenant. You could have died, you could have led them right to our doorstep. You could have...mph"
Hank had quickly shoved himself off of his car, wrapped his large hands around Connor's arms and pulled him into a kiss. Connor's eyes grew wide as Hank let his slide closed as their lips molded against one another on the sidewalk. It had been far too long since Hank felt Connor's lips against his; he made a vow to himself that he never would be so stupid again. Hank's large arms wrapped around Connor's waist and pulled him even closer. Before Connor could react to the kiss, Hank was pulling back and looking down at him with his large blue eyes pouring into Connor. Those eyes held so much pain yet so much love.
"Please come home"
Author's Note: We had another scene written for the Sex-bot look alike, let me know if you guys want to read it! We went with plan A for that scene this time haha I am so glad the two have finally made up! Next chapter is some sexy time! And holy hell, I am so ready! Please comment and let us know what you guys think! We love every since comment!
