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This was inspired by a story told to me earlier this week (this wasn't the original plan for the next chapter, I just couldn't help myself after I got the idea). It's more angsty than the normal entries for this story, but it also has a lot of fluff too.

There was nothing much which made the day stand out from any other. It was just gone 1pm, people were milling about their business along the streets during the lunchtime rush, while Hank noticed the increased frequency of people without thick jackets. It was finally starting to warm up and he knew it wouldn't be too long before he could break out his summer wear. Not there was much difference to be honest, just the change in jackets to something lighter and more weather appropriate, but he would be glad to leave this winter behind. So much shit had gone on and, even months later, he was still struggling to catch up with the monumental changes to his life.

Culminating in the small folder he was now holding in his hands. A few pieces of paper which changed everything. Despite the involuntary flutter of nerves in his stomach, Hank couldn't stop himself from smiling broadly. It was finally done.

He couldn't wait to see Connor's reaction.

Wandering away from City Hall back to his car, Hank smiled as he spied the message from Connor sitting on his phone. His partner had decided to continue working through their current case during their lunch hour and – completely unsurprisingly to Hank – had found something.

Hank, I think the victim is hiding something, her statement doesn't line up with the CCTV footage we recovered. Would you object to meeting me at the crime scene for a follow up?

He chuckled as he opened the car door and tossed the folder on the rear seats, replying once he was settled.

Gone off on your fucking own again, have you? See if I find you with bullets in every limb, I'm going to be pissed you didn't wait for backup.

Hank waited for Connor's reply and could practically hear the indignant tone in response.

It was one time, Hank, and I only went alone because of the risks to you.

Yeah, yeah. Fine, I'll catch you there once I've grabbed a bite to eat. Gimme half an hour.

You've been on lunch for almost an hour, Hank. What has prevented you from finding something to eat already?

My secret for now, smart ass. I'll see you at the scene.

Smiling at knowing he'd piqued Connor's curiosity, Hank pulled away from his parking spot and growled when he ended up stopping at the traffic lights just a few metres away. It was times like this he was so tempted to just turn on his siren and lights so that he would have a legitimate reason to not wait around. His fingers drummed the steering wheel impatiently as he stared at the green disc above, waiting for it to illuminate.

In his eagerness, he didn't look across when it switched over. The screeching of brakes to the left caused him to react instinctively, but Hank couldn't swerve out of the way completely.

The crash of shattered glass and crumple of metal invaded Hank's senses just as his head exploded in pain.

Darkness smothered him in an instant.

A dull beeping to Hank's right was the first thing he became aware of as he regained consciousness, and he groaned at feeling the various aches and pain across his body. His head was thundering worse than even his most vicious hangover, while his limbs all felt like they were made of lead. Eyes flickered beneath closed lids as Hank began to become more aware, picking up other details of his surroundings before regaining his sight. The room smelled vaguely of cleaning products, while he was lying down on a rather hard bed.

And something had a hold of his left hand.

"Hank?"

The small and concerned tone was so alien from the familiar voice that Hank turned almost too fast, eyes flickering open to stare at the figure beside him. Blue met frightened brown and Hank gripped back against Connor's hand lightly, giving him a small smile. "Hey, kid."

Connor smiled back tightly, and Hank could see the tension in his face, LED flickering yellow. The older man looked around briefly, now realising that he was in a hospital. His eyes shifted to look at his body and he couldn't see much beneath the blanket, but he could feel the tight press of wrappings around his left shoulder and head, while there was a tugging on both the shoulder his left hip. Stitches. "Connor…what happened?" His voice was scratchy, unused for a while.

The LED flickered red briefly and Hank could see the way Connor tensed. "A driver jumped the lights and rammed straight into you, Hank." Recollection flickered in Hank's eyes as he remembered the high-pitched squeal of brakes and the breaking apart of the car around him before everything went black. "Thanks to your quick reactions you managed to avoid a direct collision, the corner of the other car caught you right on your door, however. You were knocked unconscious straight away, probably from the combination of your injuries."

Hank chuckled once. "That bad, huh?"

"Moderate concussion, fractured left shoulder socket and a fragment of the door impaled your left hip. It could have been so much worse…you've been out for three days, Hank," Connor finished, his voice growing softer with each spoken word. The grip on Hank's hand tightened again and the older man gave back all that he could: Connor wasn't the only one scared by how close a call it had been.

And yet, he'd dodged death by car wreck for a second time – only this time, he was grateful.

"So that's why it feels like someone trampled all over my head," he grumbled lowly. "Fucking hell, talk about lousy bloody luck." The pair sat in silence for a moment before Hank spoke up again. "I'm sorry, kiddo."

Connor's eyes shot up from where they had been staring at their joined hands to meet Hank's. "Sorry? What for, Hank?"

"For not taking more care, I should have been paying better attention. I was just so damn eager to meet you that I didn't even think to check for an idiot coming across."

Connor paused and looked away, catching Hank's intrigue. When Connor spoke again, it was shaky. "I can understand why."

Hank looked at him in confusion before following the line of Connor's sight. It ended with the folder which he had picked up from City Hall only minutes before the accident.

Shit.

"When the call came through the radio that you had been involved in a car accident, I've never been so scared," Connor admitted softly. "I rushed over and arrived just as they were cutting you out of the wreck. Chris gave me the folder with a strange expression the day after and said it was why you were at City Hall."

A long sigh left Hank as he turned to look back to Connor, trying to decipher the mixture of emotions of his face. "It's not how I wanted you to find out, I'm sorry."

Connor laughed brokenly and when he looked up again, Hank could see tears in his eyes as he smiled. "I still can't believe…how long had you been planning this?"

"Since the day after Katie arrived, she told me everything I needed to know. To be honest, I know we didn't need it. I just wanted to make it official: I want the whole damn world to know you're my son."

Tears broke free from Connor's eyes and he stood to hug Hank as firm as he dared with the man's injuries. Hank couldn't use his left arm, but still encircled Connor with his right. "Thank you, Hank. I'm just…overwhelmed, I guess is the right word? I've had so many emotions running through me." Connor's voice was muffled from where he had buried himself against Hank's neck.

Hank snorted. "No fucking surprise, I guess it's been a trying few days for you. Have you been here the whole time?"

Connor pulled away and sat down again. "Pretty much, you've had quite a few visitors. Markus, North, Simon and Josh came by, along with lots of our colleagues. Katie even managed to bribe Gavin into coming here, she seems to handling him pretty well."

"Ha, wish I'd fucking seen that. Who's got Sumo?"

"Ben's been looking after him, you should hopefully be released in a few days. You'll be off work for a few weeks though."

Hank tried to shrug and bit back a yelp at the movement of his shoulder. Not his wisest idea. "Could be worse, I'll just have to keep the big lug off me." He saw Connor's eyes rise to look beyond Hank's right and turned to see a variety of cards sitting next to the bed. Hank smiled warmly at seeing all the well wishes and realised one was still inside an envelope. Recognising Connor's scripted handwriting, Hank reached up with his uninjured arm and pulled it down. "You even got me a card?"

Connor smiled. "It is traditional to give someone a card when recovering in a hospital, is it not?"

Just as Hank was about to open it, his hand froze and eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Wait…this isn't a prank, is it? You're not going to shower me in glitter or squirt me with coloured water, are you?"

The android's expression shifted to something much more neutral, though he was still smiling. "I can promise you that you will not fall victim to any physical pranks, Hank. It is just a card."

"Thank Christ for that." Hank pulled it out and smiled at the message on the front, laughing when he opened it and the tune 'Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life' began playing. That was something from his childhood, and it was a touching reminder. He put it back down on the desk and smiled lovingly at Connor. "Thanks, kiddo. Nice choice of song, by the way."

Connor smiled broadly again and hugged Hank once more, making sure not to touch his injured shoulder as he whispered into his ear.

"I'm so glad you're okay…Dad."

Hank felt like his heart was going to burst from the sudden rush of emotion. Though the two had long known of their love for each other, knowing it was official now…Yeah, Hank was so fucking glad he'd done this. Nothing could beat being a father again. "Me too, son, me too," he replied gently.

And then Hank finally noticed it.

He groaned loudly as Connor pulled away, and the android smirked wickedly. "That song doesn't fucking stop does it?" he moaned, glaring at the offending object. Even when Hank slammed the card shut on the desk it kept playing. As much as he liked the song, it was going to get annoying real fast.

Especially if it played on an endless loop and he couldn't get out of the bed yet because of his injured hip.

Connor just winked back at him. "I think you know the answer to that question, Hank."

The older man shook his head and sighed explosively. "Fucking androids, I swear. And here was me thinking you'd leave me alone while I was injured."

"And pass up the opportunity to repay you for the voice box? I thought you know me better than that."

"Oh that I do, you little shit. That I do."

The pair smiled at each other challengingly, and yet tenderly. Everything was going to be okay.

Besides, a few weeks of Connor and Hank being separated at work left plenty of room for planning…