Author's Note: I am obsessed with Detroit Become Human and for some reason Brian reminds me so much of Connor, therefore, this fanfic was born. It's not going to be too long, just because it's honestly going to be similar to the Kara/Alice plot, and honestly, I don't want to make this an overthought AU. I just want to dabble in it to see how it is. If y'all like it, it could become a long thing, I don't know. Anyway, I hope you all enjoy, let me know what you think.

Brian Become Human

"Are you done with your breakfast, Brock?" The smooth voice pulled Brock from his trance as he sat at the kitchen table. "I can clean up now, if you'd like." Brian offered, the LED on the side of his forehead glowing a bright blue, ready to complete any task that his owner ordered. The android had been a gift, and Brock wasn't exactly sure how he felt about it yet. His friends had insisted that he was the only person they knew who didn't have one yet, but he wasn't quite certain that was true. It was definitely strange, having someone there to cater to your every need and want; hell, what was Brock supposed to do every day if he had his android doing everything for him? Technology was surely advancing quickly.

He shook his head, coming to from his thoughts. "I can do it Brian, thank you though." He was grateful, he would never not be grateful... But there were some things that were just absolutely redundant. Were there people out there that actually had their android doing every single thing for them? He didn't want to think about it.

Brian analyzed him with his hazel colored eyes, "I don't think you understand how this android thing works..." He countered, holding his hand out as if for emphasis. "It's in my program to take care of you and your needs." It had been a few weeks, and the android felt Brock's hesitation about everything, so he let him adjust. But now? Brian wasn't sure what to do. He spent most of his time watching his owner, getting to know him better and better, learning his interests. He liked Brock, if that were a possibility in his program, and he felt lucky to have someone so kind and gentle be his owner.

"I understand that." The other man countered. "But as of right now, I don't need anything taken care of." He stood up from the table, making eye contact with Brian, feeling indifferent.

Brian gave a slight nod, "Then what shall I do?"

Brock opened his mouth, closed it, then opened it again. This was odd, and he wasn't sure if it would get any easier. Should he just give the android to someone else? Or should he actually try to make it work? This machine... No, he didn't like that word. He liked to believe that even though Brian was made in a factory, he was still a person; or at least, that's how it seemed. He looked like a person, he talked like a person, and he simulated human emotions like a person. Or were they real? These were the thoughts that drove Brock crazy because he just didn't know. And whenever he asked the android about it, he would just rattle off some analytical response about how it was all in his program. It wasn't a real answer, and it left the man confused. "You can be my friend, can't you? Is that in your program?" He asked.

"Sure." Brian answered.

Brock sighed, "I just still don't get it."

"If it makes it easier to pretend I'm human, then just do that."

"Right." He said, brown eyes boring into the thing standing beside him. "My human friend."

"Exactly." Brian gave a charming smile. He was attractive, most androids were, and he was the first kind of his model, so there were no others that looked like him. The BR300, a companion model, an android to appease every whim, and he knew that Brock didn't get that, or at least he just didn't want to take advantage of it. The word friend echoed in Brian's head and he felt happy, if it was real happiness or simulated happiness, he couldn't tell, but nonetheless, he knew this was a good start to the relationship that he and Brock needed to develop. "So what should I do now?" He questioned.

The other man was cleaning up his mess from breakfast, "Do you have any hobbies? Go watch the TV or something."

"Okay, I can watch TV." Brian nodded and disappeared into the living room. Brock couldn't help but to give a huff, this was definitely going to take some getting used to. He finished cleaning up his mess and then headed upstairs to his office to get some work done. He tried not to let his mind linger on Brian, but it was a lost cause. That man, android, was a complete mystery, so he decided to do some research online about androids and their inner workings. He read about their components, their functions, their similarity to humans, and Brock came to the conclusion that androids could be considered another form of life. It was mindbogglingly scary. But he had Brian now, and he didn't want his gift to go to waste.

A few months passed, and being in the house with the android almost felt like having a roommate, and Brock didn't mind that. They got used to doing things together, spending time together, and Brian was able to see Brock as his friend, instead of his owner. He spent a lot more time analyzing him than he did originally. He liked the way he looked, he liked the way he laughed, and he liked the way his brown eyes lit up at something he found enjoyable. He grew fond of spending time with Brock, doing activities with him. What was this emotion he was simulating? Often times he tried to push it to the back of him, he didn't like that he wasn't able to make sense of it... And god forbid if he had errors in his software.

"Brian, do you care to run to the store for me to pick up a few things?" Brock's voice echoed down the hallway from the office. As time had gone by, he had gotten used to having the android do things for him. But he didn't look at them as orders, he looked at them as small favors, or errands. And it was always only for simple things. That, he didn't mind.

Brian, who was trying to play video games at the time, perked up at the sound of his friend's voice. He followed it upstairs and to the office where Brock was sitting. "Anything for you Brock," He smiled. "What do you need?" He inquired and listened as the man rattled off some list of random items that he needed. Brian never wrote it down, he always remembered, that was a feature of his program. "Okay," He nodded once Brock was finished. "I'll be back shortly."

"Take your time." Brock replied. "I'm in no rush, enjoy yourself while you're out."

"Okay, Brock." Brian said, before ducking out the front door and into the busy streets of LA. He knew the area, after all, or at least where things were located; again, it was all functions of his software. His brain or whatever he had up there was packed full of things for him to know. He was glad he knew the area though, he was glad he could please Brock. That thought made him smile; he was happy he had Brock, he was happy he had been a gift to him. And he was very happy that he and Brock had a friendship now, and that the man felt comfortable asking him to do things.

The android walked the busy streets, analyzing each new thing he saw. People, places, etc... When he reached the inner city, he couldn't help but to gaze in awe at all the storefronts and flashy advertisements. However, when he passed a few police officers, their conversation caught his ear. They were looking for a few different android models. "Word is they stopped listening to their owners, did what they wanted to. The media are calling them deviants." The first cop had gotten out.

"The one's that we're looking for seem harmless, but there have been cases of murder in other places."

Murder? The word took Brian by surprise. Androids were murdering their owners? He couldn't even fathom doing something like that to Brock, hell he couldn't even imagine himself hurting Brock, let alone kill him. He kept walking to the store as the cops' words floated around in his head. He wondered if this would somehow end up affecting he and Brock. In the end, he tried not to think about it, and continued on his task at hand, knowing Brock was at home waiting for him. Over the months they had spent together, Brian found himself growing strangely attached to the man who owned him, and he was utterly confused by it. Were these feelings real?

After his trip to the store, Brian made his way home, careful to keep his ears open for any more word on the deviants. Unfortunately he heard nothing, but absolutely in this case, no news was good news. "Brock?" He called out once he entered the man's home. "I'm back with your stuff." When he received no answer, he began to grow concerned. "Brock?" He sat the bags down by the door and headed up the steps. What he saw made his nonexistent heart beat out of his chest.

Brock was in a deep sleep in his office chair with his computer still on, his work still up on the screen. His head was tilted back and his mouth was wide open. Brian wasn't sure, but he could almost bet that the man was drooling. A soft snore echoed in the room and the android smiled gently. Brock overworked himself too much. Not wanting him to sleep in the chair for the night and wake up sore, Brian decided to move his owner to his bed. Carefully and quietly, he maneuvered through the room and scooped Brock into his arms, trying hard not to jostle him. He mentally patted himself on the back when he didn't wake. Slowly but surely, he made his way to his owner's room and laid the man into his bed.

His skin was so soft and warm, Brian didn't want to let go of him. And when he covered him with his blanket, Brock looked so comfortable, Brian didn't want to leave his side; so he didn't. He stayed to watch Brock sleep, the thoughts of the man going in and out of his head, as well as the thoughts of the conversation he had heard earlier. He didn't want anything to happen to Brock - he loved him... Wait? Did he love him? Brian was confused. Could he love his owner? Was it real? The word deviant floated through his head one last time before he decided to power down, and get some "rest" himself.

When morning came, Brock was a little disoriented. How in the world had he gotten to the bed? The last thing he remembered was editing, and then he was out like a light. However, the figure in the corner of the room caught his eye. Brian. The android had probably carried him to bed, and for that, Brock was eternally grateful. Brian was still powered down or recharging, or whatever he did, Brock wasn't completely sure yet. After checking his phone, the man decided he was ready to get out of bed and start his day.

The streets of LA were busy as usual, but Brock had errands to run, so after leaving Brian a note, he headed out.