A/N: So this is one of the two endings I have. You can guess by the title what is going to happen... I'm just trying not to cry as I write this. Warning! This has heavy character death, including the death of a beloved pet's.
Life was one of pure bliss for Connor, Brooke, and their family. The years were rolling on for them both, but their love for each other hadn't changed at all. Work was going well for them both and Annabelle was the best daughter they could ask for, she was kind, helpful and a sweet girl.
Brooke knew life was going to be short for her, but she decided to spend as much as she could of her time left on Earth with Connor and Annabelle.
2044: The phone call from Hank made everyone's day slow down. a pin could be heard falling from the silence in the room. Connor got Annabelle ready whilst Brooke hurried Nala to the car, they only had moments to be able to make it in time.
"Tell me it's not true?" Brooke cried as she rushed inside, seeing Hank on the floor, a vet by his side. Sumo, the now much older dog, was struggling to breathe. They all knew this was their goodbyes with the fluffy companion.
"You must say your goodbyes, it is time," the vet says. He excuses himself to get the equipment needed for Sumo's end. Annabelle dropped by Hank, hugging the side of the older man.
"I'm sorry Grandpa, Sumo will be missed," she cried on his side. Hank patted her head, too upset to even speak. Nala broke free from her collar, seeing her best friend struggling forced her to run over and lick the side of his face. She tried to get him to play, but the St Bearnard just sighed and closed his eyes with a big heaving breath.
"I can't believe this is happening," Brooke cried. She looked at Connor, the android was frozen, not sure what to do. But the blue-stained tears told Brooke he was heartbroken, she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling them both close together.
The vet had returned, he got down to Sumo's level and shaved a bit of his fur off from his leg, getting the needle lined up, the old dog barely moved to the needle entering his skin. "It will be just a few more minutes."
Hank laid his head next to Sumos, his arm wrapped around his neck. "You've been a good boy, Sumo. Never forget that. We will meet again," he said with a dry voice. Sumo licked the side of his cheek, tasting the salty tear.
With one last breath he gave a low happy growl and closed his eyes, the paw in Annabelle's hand fell limp. Nala turned around, head towards the ceiling as she howled into the night. Her best friend now gone.
"Annabelle, come here," Brooke calls. She pulls the girl into a tight hug as Connor falls by Hank's side, his body nearly covering the older man's body.
It had been weeks since Sumo's death, Hank had been able to get on with life without crying so much. But Nala was a different story, the Husky wasn't the same. She barely ate and wasn't in the mood to play with anyone.
Brooke tried everything for her pet, but she was set in her new way and wasn't about to change anytime soon. Only time could heal the pup's heart.
2045: Gavin getting married wasn't something Brooke ever expected to happen, let alone be invited back when their relationship was so rocky. But there she was, Annabelle sat by her side as Gavin's fiance, Daisy walked down the aisle.
They both had known each other for a few years, she was a police officer and close friend of Hank's. Marriage wasn't something either wanted... until one drunken night led to the birth of their two-year-old son, Issac. Through Issac, they saw their love for each other and decided to begin the relationship properly.
Connor was by his side their whole day as his best man, he wasn't sure how he and Gavin became so close. But he was happy for Gavin and looked forward to making more memories with him.
2047: Brooke had cried herself that night, saying her goodbyes to Nala was the hardest thing she had done. Nala died with a broken heart as well, which hurt her most of all. The Husky could never recover from Sumo's death.
"Brooke?" Connor called from the door to their dark bedroom. She dug her head into the pillow, trying to hush her cries. "My love, please don't cry. She is with Sumo now," he says, sitting on the bed as she rubbed her back.
"I can't believe she has gone, Connor. I loved her so much," she cried. Connor pulled Brooke up, cradling her against his chest.
"She loved you too, Brooke. Never forget that you'll meet her again soon... I promise you."
2050: "How bad is it, doc?" Hank asked Connor, sitting next to him in the doctor's surgery.
"I wouldn't say it's bad, Mr Anderson. But you have to stop with your drinking, or your heart won't be able to function as it should." Hank had been to the third appointment that month about his heart.
Now sixty-five, he had slowed down with his retirement age now truly hitting him. But multiple times now Connor had found him drunk or passed out with the scent of whiskey on him. He was reverting back to his old drinking ways, without Cole and not living with Connor or Sumo, he felt he had no control over his life.
"You are moving in with me and Brooke," Connor sternly informs him in the car. Connor had become very short-tempered with Hank's drinking and he had finally had enough and was putting his foot down.
"No, I'll be fine on my own," he grumbled. With his older age, came a short temper as well.
"I don't give a shit if you're fine on your own. Brooke agrees, until you can be trusted with not drinking you will stay with us." Connor hated being short with him, but he had tried being kind, understanding, and patient. He was out of options at that point.
Hank couldn't lie to say he loved living with Connor, Brooke, and Annabelle. He had constant company and his health had taken a quick turn for the better, he and Connor sorted their issues out and life was blissful.
They all started to see more of North and Markus. Both androids had been married a year now and were wanting to start spending more time with their friends.
2070: Annabelle had finally woken up, Brooke and Connor hadn't left her side. The once seven-year-old was now in the body of a fully grown adult. Kamski had offered as he thought Annabelle could have a better life with having experiences as an adult.
The body was nearly her twin, just older, with longer hair, and more fixed facial features. "How do I look?" she asked, feeling her face with the tips of her permanently painted nude nails.
"Beautiful, like you always have," Brooke says as she passes her a mirror. The android giggled with excitement at her older face, she felt a near leash of confidence overtake her.
Whilst Brooke was happy with Annabelle and her new body, she stared in the mirror at herself now being fifty-two years old. Connor hadn't changed the way he loved her other than the years of age claiming her body. But she poked her now saggy stomach and loose skin, she felt unattractive for him.
"My love?" Connor called as he stared at her through the mirror. He noticed about two years ago Brooke started to struggle with her appearance. Whilst he stayed the exact same, she changed every year and the stares in public didn't help.
Hank had also aged considerably now nearing eighty-six. The man rarely left his room and struggled to remember people. Connor hated seeing the people around his age become unhealthy with age claiming them.
"Do you still love me, Connor?" Brooke asked as a tear fell down her cheek. She felt herself talking nonce, but she wouldn't blame Connor for leaving her for someone younger or another android.
"Brooke, not this again. I don't care about your age or looks, I told you thirty years ago I wouldn't change how I felt about you and I'm not about to change my mind now." He wrapped his hands around her bare stomach, turning her to face him. A tear fell down her pale cheeks.
"I'm sorry, I just look more like your mum than your wife now," she muttered. Connor shook his head, pulling her in for a kiss.
"Stop talking nonce, I will not allow it," he said with a strict tone. She nodded, finally giving in and dropping her head into his chest.
2072: "Connor? Are you ready?" Brooke asked him, they stood at the foot of the casket. Eighty-seven-year-old Hank inside. He passed away a week before due to complications with his heart. Connor hadn't been the same since, Annabelle had scanned him multiple times and his body was paying the price. Error messages appearing and he was ignoring them, she had to fix him... somehow.
"No, I can't leave him," he cried. Markus stood by his side, a stern hand on his shoulder. He couldn't offer much comfort for this type of loss, but he understood when he lost Carl nearly twenty-five years ago.
"Dad? Please, we need to go," Annabelle says. She wraps his hand in hers and pulls him away, the last they all see of Hank before he is buried.
It had been two months since Hank's death and Connor still struggled as if it had happened only yesterday. He visited Hank's grave every day and barely spent time with the family. Annabelle had finally had enough and knew she needed to do something.
That morning she found Connor just where he would be at the time, sitting on the cold floor next to Hank's grave. "This seat taken?" she asks, he looks at her startled but softens his expression at her.
"Course not. Why are you here?" he asks as she sits down next to him.
"I've come to break you out of this unhealthy routine you have. Mum doesn't know what she can do for you anymore." Connor looks at the grave, it was true he had let this affect him a lot. He barely worked anymore, not wanting to, and hadn't spoken to Markus or Gavin since the funeral.
"What was Hank like when you first met him?" she asks, wanting to see if she could dig some funny memories from him.
Connor chuckled at the question, he looked down at the ground in front of him as he answered. "He hated me, punched me once, and pointed a gun at me as well." Connor knew he could laugh at those memories now, they did make him laugh.
"You know he loves you right? Hank would hate to see you like this," she whispers. Connor finally cried at that, months of emotions bottled up were let loose on her as he collapsed into her arms.
"I know," he mutters. "I need to move on," he adds.
Annabelle pulls him back, a stern gaze on her face. "You don't need to move on, just remember the happy times with him." Connor nodded, he finally did that. Letting the stored memories take over, the sadness had finally gone, he smiled for the first time in a long time.
The Final Person: Brooke woke up with the usual aches and pains, her grey hair sprung across the pillow. She wasn't sure what day it was anymore. Now at the age of ninety-two, her body was coming close to the end.
She had been diagnosed with cancer four years ago, her final days were closing in on her and she knew it. Now barely able to walk, speak or even move anymore. Connor had gone from her husband to her career, though he didn't care in the slightest.
Most people in their lives were gone, Gavin passed away seven years after Hank. Kamski and his wonderful technology had kept him alive up until two years ago, living well past one hundred. The man became a legend and his creations all loved and missed him dearly, including Connor.
"Connor," Brooke croakily called, she found sometimes she would forget his or Annabelles name and call them both something completely different.
"Yes, my love?" Connor nearly shouted as he sprang into the room. The android still looked the exact same, hadn't changed even a little over the last seventy years.
"Thirsty," she whispers. Connor nods and leaves to get her some water. Brooke felt her chest tighten, she breathed now ragged. She had to say her goodbyes, her body was telling her it couldn't hold on much longer.
Annabelle came into the room, the young adult had been married three years now to another android. Dylan was a nice man and treated her well, though Connor took a long time to accept the man and give him permission to fully be with Annabelle.
"Mum?" Annabelle calls, seeing Brooke heaving for just one breath, her hand clutching her test. "DAD! Come quickly," she shouts before rushing over to Brooke's side. "This isn't the end, mum. I won't allow it," she cried.
"It has... to be.. my darling," Brooke whispers. Connor burst into the room, falling on the floor in the process. "Babe?" Brooke calls, feeling her vision go blurry.
"I'm here, I'm here. What's wrong, do you need a doctor?" he frantically asks, cupping their hands together. Brooke shakes her aching neck.
"It is time for our goodbyes," she cries. Connor instantly croaked a cry, violently shaking his head.
"No, not yet. We still have time." Annabelle had backed away, her hand slapped hard against her mouth as she paced at the foot of the bed.
"We don't... my body... it's time I go. I can.. be with Hank, Sumo, Nala... our friends." Connor cries, his screams filling the room. "Annabelle?" Brooke calls, lifting her arm for her daughter.
Annabelle rushes over, letting Brooke grab her hand with her weak shaking one. "Yes, mummy?" she cries. Connor had dropped his head into the bed, wailing with sorrow.
"You have been... the best... daughter. Look... after your... father," she mumbles, her energy going down to what reserves she had stored in her.
"I will mum, I promise," she cried. Kissing the back of Brooke's hand.
Brooke turns her head to look at the ceiling, "it's been... quite a life... I love you... bot-" her words cut off as her breathing stops, and her eyes slowly drift closed.
"Brooke?" Connor asks, he hovers over her as her hand falls from both their tight grips. He shakes her violently. "Brooke!" he screams.
"Dad!" Annabelle shouts, trying to pull him off. "She's gone dad, you need to stop."
"I can't live without her," he cries. He starts to step back and rip his shirt open.
"Dad? What are you doing?" Annabelle asks with concern as she walks towards him. Connor disables his skin to his white shell and opens his chest.
"I can't be without her, Annabelle." He tries to pull his Therium pump out, but Annabelle is able to stop him, she gets on top of him with a tackle to the ground and shuts his chest panels.
"I can't lose you too, dad. Please," she squeals with a broken tone. Connor stops struggling and goes limp. He knew he couldn't just kill himself like this. Annabelle was still there with him.
"I'm sorry," he cries. They both cuddle tightly together on the floor, Brooke's lifeless body by their side.
Two Years Later: It had been just over two years since that day. Connor hadn't been the same since he moved out of the house. Giving it to Annabelle and Dylan, he spent some time with Markus and then traveled before finally returning home and throwing himself into his work.
Connor tried to move on, but he couldn't. Women had asked him out in the past, but he would never date again. He just couldn't, it was easier with time as he didn't cry himself to sleep anymore.
But he felt himself going back to his ways of the deviant hunter, a cold, countless killer with no emotion. He treated criminals harshly and stopped being close to anyone but Annabelle. This was his choice and until his body shut down, he would not change for anything or anyone.
A/N: Well, I didn't expect this to finish like that. But I didn't know how else I could do a sadder ending, Connor never would be the same after losing Brooke and I wasn't about to try and change that. Please stay tuned for the other ending, that one will be much happier for us all.