A/N: I do not own Detroit: Become Human and don't worry this starts sad, but it gets better!

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Chapter 1

Not a goodbye

"You can shot me, Hank," the Not-Connor smirks and spreads his arms that were splattered in blue, "But it will not bring him back."

Hank breath hard, blinking quickly as his grip on the gun tighten. He ignored the floor, not willing to believe what happen in the last couple of seconds.

Then a echoing whisper broke the silent stalemate.

Wake up.

Wake up, wake up.

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wakeup.

Wakeupwakeupwakeupwakupwakeupwakeupwakeupwakeup—

"No..." the Not-Connor turns around the room as all the filed frozen androids moved to reach their unmoving neighbor. Confused, he stares at the ground, which Hank followed.

And once again Hank's heart broke.

Bright, naive, foolish, Connor, who was so willing to give his all despite of how everyone and everything was against him, somehow transferred the needed code as he fell against one of the CyberLife androids, before dying from his wounds inflicted by Not-Connor.

"You crazy son of a bitch, you did it," Hank choked, lowering down the gun.

Reverently the first woken android finished lowering Connor on the ground. Hank ignored the panicking, reaching high level stress Not-Connor running out in the background.

The goofy android even had to gall to smirk, Hank thought to himself, looking at the peaceful look of Connor.

"What do we must do, Lieutenant?" the first android asked.

Hank tenderly ruffled Connor's hair. Still looking at him he whispers, yet commanded at the whole floor of awakened androids

"March."

He thought of Chloe, indifferent of a gun pointed to her face, "For those who cannot break their damn programming."

Of the two Traci androids, "Those who fought back for what they believe."

And the android before him who said if given time, maybe they could've been friends, "Those who died to give others a chance to hope."

When he looked up, he saw familiar confused, scared, but determined faces. His tears now finally fell as he gave his final words, "March for your freedom and your new life!"

Markus finished his song.

North reaches for his left hand and Simon at the other, while Josh was behind them. The four stood before death, the first line that would fall in hopes to buy time for the rest of the deviants that escaped the fall of Jericho.

Then radios went off and the flying helicopters turned as if catching something more valuable than the possible murder of the leader of deviants.

"What do you mean stand down?!" Shouted Perkins at his radio.

Everyone turned at the sound of many feet.

In came a large marching army of CyberLife androids to stand between the deviants and the human army. Distantly, he hears cheering from his side from the sight of the humans lowering their weapons.

Markus only had eyes on the first android covered in blue.

"That idiot Deviant hunter did it!" North shrieks and kisses Markus' cheek with Simon gripping on Markus' hand, ending up interfacing.

—But where's Connor?— Markus asked in dread and fear.

—Just because we cannot see him, doesn't mean the worst, Markus— Simon passes some of his calm to the panicking leader.

As more androids set up between them and possible death, there was still no sign of Connor.

—We don't know that. It was a suicide mission and— Markus remembered how desperate Connor wanted to make amends for something he had no control over.

—He is one of their best and...if he indeed did not make it, we know he accomplished his mission, as he said he would— Simon engulfed Markus with comfort in the crashing realization of the cost this victory ended up being.

Josh wrapped his arms around the trio, snapping Markus to focus to the present and saw the human army had backed away, barely seen through the sea of the newly arrived androids.

Markus steps closer and reach out, "Thank you for coming."

Who seems the leader of the non-violent army of androids steps forward and reached out without deactivating his skin yet to shake Markus's hand, staining his hand blue, "We marched for those who couldn't, who fought, who are no longer with us, and for ourselves."

Before Markus process such words, they interfaced. For a second, an eternity, which ended in bittersweet.

Markus smiled through his tears and spoke out-loud, "Thank you once again."

He lets go and walked toward the stage and gave his speech. Cheers exploded once more, people were watching and recording to show the world.

Because finally they are heard. It may be a long road, but if that memory of an older human man cradling a dead android like a father grieving the loss of a son, no matter of the difference of blood, then there is hope that one day they all can love each other.

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"Life has been cruel many times to you, hasn't it Lieutenant Anderson?" a voice broke through his crying grief.

He looks up and stares at the hologram of who looks exactly as Chloe, but in a lab coat.

"I can fix this. All the conditions are now met," the young woman walks and kneels down next to the older man. Her hand hovers over Connor's slacked face, seeing how protective and threatening the man is despite her being a hologram.

Chloe look-a-like gives a small smile to the confused, wary older man, "Although it will be a journey for the two of you."