HANK'S HOUSE

2:23 PM

Hank pulled the car into the driveway. Very slowly, as Connor had fallen asleep in the backseat. He got out of the car and opened the door nearest to the seat Connor was sleeping peacefully in. He carefully unbuckled the seatbelt and slipped his right arm under the undersides of Connor's knees* and supported his head so he wouldn't hurt his neck. After Hank managed to successfully carry his unorthodox friend/surrogate son to the front door without waking him up, he awkwardly shifted his weight to get his keys from his pocket and find the key to the front door.

The inside of Hank's home hadn't changed much since the revolution, which wasn't surprising. The only difference is that there was a distinct lack of alcoholic beverages and blackout-drunk cops. He gently laid Connor on the couch, placing an extra pillow under the sleeping deviant's head. He looked less like a deviant terminator and more like a college student sleeping off a particularly nasty hangover.

Hank sighed, and tossed a blanket over Connor's sleeping form. 'Hate to see you hurt like this, son..'


3:54

Connor blearily opened his eyes. His internal clock told him he'd been in rest mode for one hour, thirty-six minutes and nine seconds. But what his many sensors and unique features didn't tell him, was why he was staring at the ceiling of Hank's house, with Sumo licking his face.

Not that he was upset, he liked Sumo.

He tried to sit up, but felt a hand on his shoulder. "Try not to move around too much." Hank said, coaxing him into lying back down. "How're you feeling?"

"Why am I.. In your home?"

"You mean our home?"

Connor blinked. "'Our?'"

"You're pretending like you didn't explicitly tell me you didn't have a place to stay."

"But.. There are multiple places I could go where I wouldn't be a burden to y-"

Hank interrupted him. "Okay, now you're pissing me off. I don't have to let you live here, I want to. And you're not a burden."

"..Oh." Connor didn't quite understand why anyone would want to actually do something nice for him. It was a surprise, but a welcome one. He liked Hank.

"Now, get some rest. Do you need anything?"

"No, thank you."

"You sure you don't need more thiri.. Whatever, or something?"

"Thirium. And while I could certainly benefit from some, I doubt-"

Hank handed him a bottle of the stuff. "If I'm gonna bring an android home to stay, I'm gonna make sure to stock up on the only thing they can eat."

"How long have you been planning this? ..Taking me here, I mean." He took a sip of the metallic 'drink.'

Hank glanced around the room, as if the answer to Connor's question was written on the wall. "I dunno.. Ever since we met at the chicken feed..?"

Connor smiled. He didn't know why, it just made him feel warm inside. Knowing that someone cared about him. "..Thank you." He didn't have much else to say.

"It's the least I could do, kid. Dave told me something about a self healing program. Maybe you should get some sleep so it can run at full force.**"

"Yes, that seems like a good idea."

"Alright, if you need anything I'll be in my bedroom. G'night."

"Goodnight, Hank."

Hank left the room as Connor closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep.

"I'm home."


A/N: Sorry these are so short, I'm pretty bad at writing.. Not to worry, though, because I'm trying to get better! :D

*Don't know what this is called, if you know please PM me because I'm actually curious now

**Didn't know what I was talking about here, honestly. Couldn't find a better word for it.