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CHAPTER 4: Alone In The World
Fuck his life, fuck androids and fuck the world that put them together.
Jack took a big sip from his whiskey and closed his eyes.
Why, why did Cyberlife has to create such a beautiful, kind, clever, adorable, delicate android? He knew his new partner just for a freaking day and yet, he knew, he has already been attached to the android.
Stupid machines.
Jack Frost wasn't an alcoholic, he certainly didn't actually enjoy alcohol. It tasted like shit and he hated to puke. Still, he needed to get drunk and got his shit together.
If Elsa wasn't an android, he would change for her. He would try to be the younger Jack Frost, the funny, optimistic, naive and happy boy who thought he could do everything. He probably couldn't have changed, but he would try his damn best to impress Elsa.
He never drank after what he has been through. He never drank to forget his sorrows. And he lost many people that he loved, he has been through so many physical torture and mental pain, he has gone to war for fuck's sake! Yet, here was he, sitting on a damn bar chair and desperately trying to get drunk to feel good.
He never felt good since his graduation. It has been six years and honestly, he missed feeling happy, relaxed and tranquil. He was tired of hating everything and pulling a tough, emotionless face.
He was tired of living and honestly, why was he living? Why did he bother to suck some air? Why did he bother to eat or sleep? Why did he bother to solve cases and put criminals to the jail? The world was fucked up, even if he put all the criminals to the jail, there would be still crimes and murders. Nothing could change the painful and cold reality.
Why he was obsessed with surviving? He didn't live, he just survived. There was no one out there who loved him. He didn't love anyone either. Well, except Astrid, Merida and Eugene. He loved them more than he loved himself but it has been six fucking years and he really didn't have enough strength to contact with them. It was better this way.
"Hey! Be careful, woman!" a very rude, manly tone shouted in the middle of the bar and shook Jack away from his thoughts.
Jack turned his head slightly, eyed the old but big man secretly. A young, short but really pretty woman was looking at him with horror and fear. She had a medium skin tone. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to-" The woman's voice died when the man raised his hand to hit her.
They were in 2043 for fuck's sake.
Jack moved quickly, grabbed the man's hand and twisted it without putting so much effort. His eyes were bored and annoyed.
"What the fuc-"
"New York Police Department. Get the hell out of here, if you don't want any trouble." Jack ordered sharply and showed the man his ID card. The man obeyed immediately, disappeared in a second.
Jack looked at the woman who was around his age. She was red-headed, her hair was short and wavy, she had many freckles on her face and she had hazel eyes. She was pretty. Like really, really pretty.
Still, she was nothing compared to Elsa. She could try to be as beautiful as she wanted, but even if Elsa was sneezing (androids didn't sneeze but really, Jack drank a lot), the android would still be much more beautiful than the pretty woman in front of him.
"T-Thank you." the short redhead woman stuttered out in an adorable way, but it didn't affect Jack.
"I was just doing my job, not as a cop, but as a human. For the next time, try not to bump someone and spill their drink, alright? Falling in love by bumping only happens in movies. In reality, you just assign to get your ass kicked." Jack advised.
The woman chuckled at his sarcastic comment and tried her best to not to show her tears that lingering on her hazel eyes. "May I buy you a drink, as a thank you? Trust me, I am not trying to create the atmosphere to fall in love." she offered and replied to his sarcastic comment back.
Jack snorted at her response.
Her laughter was pretty, most guys would think it was more than just pretty. But for Jack, it was just simply pretty. He couldn't laugh or smile back, he couldn't bring himself to.
He was really drunk. He was 26 years old and god, he wanted to live. He wanted to be loved, to have some silly adventures and he really wanted to be happy. He was still young and so was the night.
"You are really funny, Jack." the woman grinned at him, showed him all her teeth.
"I could say the same thing about you too, Victoria." Jack flirted back, but didn't smile.
He would prefer to talk with Elsa. He would prefer to solve a case with her, argue with her or ask some questions about what the hell happened in six years, whereas he was in Antarctica.
"I-I need to go." he abruptly blurted out in the middle of her speech.
The woman's smile died slowly.
"I... I am sorry. Look, I really wanna get to know you but right now, honestly, I am really drunk and messed up. I don't want to screw this up." Jack immediately controlled the situation with his clever mind.
Victoria Lorraine was truly an amazing woman, but he desperately wanted to see that blue icy, yet sometimes very kind eyes, which were full of pure empathy.
The woman grinned sweetly after his excuse and nodded. She picked out a pen from her purse and scribbled some numbers to the bar napkin. She handed it to Jack. "It was really nice to spend time with a clever and a good man. I... Just call me if you want to, Jack Frost." Victoria blushed as she dropped her gaze to the floor.
Jack muttered a quick "I will." He left the bar immediately. When he sucked some fresh air full of pollution, he could collect his mind together.
Fucking New York City, fucking androids, fucking feelings, fucking humans and fucking him.
He closed his eyes for a second. When he reopened them, his eyes were emotionless, icy and bored, just like always.
He thought... He didn't even know where Elsa lived. What the hell he was thinking? It has been only a day! He should have gone to his therapist more. North made him do that while he was training to be a detective. He shouldn't have been a prideful idiot and he should have listened to North about continuing to go to the therapy.
He was walking around without thinking and before he could realize, his feet stopped at the front of the NYPD.
Barley Cooper and Annie Cooper.
He had to find the killer. Barley... That poor man... Jack had to help him. He wouldn't forgive himself if he couldn't. Nothing, no one in the world made him believe that life was worth living. He at least, wanted to help people to not deal with the same mess he has been dealing with.
Right, this was why he became a detective. This was why he wanted to be a cop since he was ten.
Jack Frost stepped to the station with a determined frown on his face. No one was there, except some officers who were in their night shift and... Elsa?
"What the fuck are you doing here, plastic?" Jack snapped roughly. He wanted to say something like: "Hey, how is it going?" But the asshole Jack was a step ahead of real him.
Warm, kind eyes stared at him, they were actually dumbfounded. Elsa stood up from her chair and tapped her foot nervously to the floor. "I am guessing you have a good night, Detective Frost. Your blood has so much alcohol-"
"I said what were you doing here." Jack carelessly cut her off.
Elsa shrugged. "I live in here." she tried to sound casual and she actually did, but Jack wasn't an idiot.
"Then you call yourself a human, a living being... How the hell can a living being live in their office? I was right, you really are just a machine-"
"Don't call me like that!" she ordered loudly and angrily. Jack was almost going to open his jaw wildly, but he managed to keep his mouth shut.
"I am not just a machine, you racist douche bag! I am so sick of closed minded people, like you. Yes, our blood is different. Yes, I don't eat and need sleep. I can know literally everything because I am made of metal, plastic, not flesh. But I am a living being, you hear me!? I am alive!" Elsa roared furiously.
Empathy, anger, sadness, kindness, decency, sympathy... There were many feelings that he witnessed to see from an android, in just one day.
She was alive, at least much more than him.
Jack sighed at the truth. Elsa was right. There was no point of denying the truth that has been in front of him all the time.
It didn't stop him to detest the androids anyway. Alive or not, he hated them and he truly wished them to disappear, leave the humans alone.
"Pack your crap. You have ten minutes." Jack commanded not rudely, maybe just a little softly.
"W-What?" Elsa stuttered out in shock and really, even her stammer was so much better than Victoria's.
"You said it yourself. You are alive. No one should live in here." the handsome young man snorted at her shocked face.
"Are you taking me to your house?"
"No, I am taking you to a seven-star hotel. Of course yes. You were supposed to be the smart one, plastic." Jack taunted her.
A soft, warm smile spread over to Elsa's face as Jack said the insult "plastic" softly. With that voice tone, it was not an insult anymore. It was a nickname.
Elsa was right. Once he saw an android smile or cry, there was no way he could deny the reality laying right in front of him. He knew, he had just seen the most beautiful smile in the world.
Protect Detective Frost
Elsa ignored the task which was appearing in every minute. She was trying to protect him, could her program just leave her alone for a couple of minutes!?
It took her exactly one minute and twenty-seven seconds to pack her stuff, if you could count a pair of jeans, two t-shirts, a hoodie, a pair of sneakers, three pairs of underwear, a toothbrush and toothpaste her all stuff. And also, a backpack for all of them.
Detective Frost was drunk. Like, really drunk. He accepted that she was alive, he invited her to stay in there, he treated her softer.
She couldn't understand what the hell was going on. She hadn't any experiences with humans. All her friends were androids.
While they were walking to Mr. Frost's flat, Elsa suddenly remembered what someone told her about drunk people.
Connor once told her when humans were drunk, they reflected the world their desires, sorrow, and wishes. They acted looser, stopped hiding what had been eating their soul.
At that moment, while Mr. Frost was opening his flat's door with shaken hands, Elsa realized that Connor was right. Of course, the detective didn't start to cry or tell her whatever he was thinking. He was still secretive, harsh, clever and strong. But now, he also behaved a little bit illogical, more open-minded and... softer.
When the door was opened, Elsa didn't step into the apartment. "Hey, plastic. Are you going to get your ass here?" Jack hissed roughly.
Elsa looked at him with curious eyes. "Are you sure, detective? Do you really want me to get involved into your personal space? You hate androids, I don't want you to see my face every second and get disgusted by it." she sadly mumbled and dropped her gaze to the floor.
A few seconds later, she heard his quick and low response: "I would never get disgusted by seeing that face."
Like always, Connor was right. He was so good at understanding humans, Elsa wasn't. If she continued to work with the detective, she sure definitely needed Connor's help.
A happy, tiny smile tugged to Elsa's lips as she finally entered his flat. He was probably going to kick her out from there once he was sober. But at that moment, Elsa was happy that a human accepted her. She was happy and delighted that a human tried to be kind to her and tried to be closer to her. Of course, Mr. Frost wasn't really kind and friendly. However, he was... trying. He was trying to be better for an android that he just met.
Like Connor once said to her, humans were beautiful.
When she dropped her backpack to the floor, she scanned his apartment. It was a nice apartment. There were a big living room, a middle-sized kitchen which was connected it, two huge bedrooms and one bathroom.
The decoration was simple and yet, appealing. Mr. Frost had many books, not digital ones, he had real books. Elsa saw real books at Markus' house before. Old-fashioned books were definitely better than the digital ones. They had a tempting unique smell, she enjoyed turning the pages, the sound of that was truly amazing. Apparently, Detective Frost thought just like her.
"Are you gonna stand up for the whole night? Look, I have two bedrooms, you can have the one that I don't use." the detective offered before he drank a glass of water.
Elsa nodded quietly. She sat down to his couch and tapped her foot to the floor with a fast rhythm.
Mr. Frost didn't have any photos, any picture of him, his friends or his family. There were no signs of any other people lived in here, beside him. Apparently, he didn't even have one-night stand. There was no other human DNA and since he hated androids, her hypothesis must be true.
He was alone in the world.
Make Detective Frost happy
As her new task appeared, Elsa promised herself that she would. She would do anything to make him happy and keep him company.
"Detective Frost?"
"Yes, plastic?"
"You are not alone anymore."
"Elsa, shut the fuck up."
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