So im not so sure about this chapter. I feel like it was necessary for the flow of the fic but idk how much i like it...its not my A game.

As always:

"Talking"

Emphasis

Thinking

"Android brain talking and texting"

.:internal workings like mission updates, scanning, and android googling:.

Chap 4

"Is there a Dr. Ashbury in here?"

They were having a fairly a normal day (a lot of standing around followed by about an hour of work then back to standing around) 2 days after Cassian had last seen Connor. She was wiping down her station for the 5th time that day to "keep it sterile in the event of an emergency situation" (she was just fucking bored) and Nancy was trying to look busy, when a man pushed his way into the office. He was a mousy man, short and nervous looking, his brown hair falling into his eyes before he swiped it off away forcefully enough to leave a red scratch across his pale forehead; he had the look of a man who had sat behind a desk for his entire adult life.

.:Thomas O'Connell. 34. Accountant:.

Nancy pushed away from her desk, her rolling chair rattling as she stood to face him. She looked the man up and down; standing almost a foot taller than the man, she did not look impressed. Cassian had to agree.

"I am Dr. Ashbury," Nancy crosses her arms while cocking her hip, "Who are you?"

"My name is Tom, I am with accounting...Can you come with me, please?"

"Why?"

For some reason Tom seemed surprised at the question, as if he had expected her to skip out the door behind him. He wrung his hands, his nervous energy increasing, "A meeting has been called, your presence has been requested."

"A meeting with who?"

"Just a meeting! In room 3015."

Nancy looked even less impressed than before, "Marian? Hold down the fort. Apparently I'm needed elsewhere." She makes her way to the door, not even waiting for the man.

"Um...the android was requested as well."

Cassian looks up from her cleaning to see the man looking at her. Her head turns to Nancy, who didn't even turn around but she could see the anger in the woman's shoulders.

"You heard the man, Cassian, come on."

"Of course, Nancy."

Cassian had only been outside of the office once, when she first woke up; when she was rebooted, she woke up in the medical lab. So everything was new to her. She tried to take everything in without swinging her head around. The walls were the same blinding white as the office but out here, where they didn't have to clean up blood often, the floors were a gray speckled black marble. Greenery lined windows that looked down 27 floors onto the river, lazily wandering under the bridge, glittering in the setting late spring sunlight.

Taking the elevator to the 30th floor, they passed the lab Cassian was activated in on their way to a large boardroom; Her eyes lock on the door as they passed. She never wanted to see it again but she had to wonder who else had been built in there in the two years since she had been in that room.

The boardroom had several people in it, including Dr. Cook, the man who tasered her all those years ago; he was watching her, attempting to appear disinterested. A man Cassian had never seen .:Facial Scan Complete: Dr. Richard Fowell. 52. Head of Cyberlife Research and Engineering: Cyberlife:. sat imperiously at the head of the table.

"Thank you for joining us, Dr. Ashbury."

Crossing her arms, Nancy raised one light brow, "Like I had a choice...what is this about?"

"It has come to our attention that you are refusing to replace an obsolete android in your office, despite the upgraded versions having already been delivered."

Wait what?

Nancy looked as shocked as Cassian felt, "Obsolete? Cassian works just as well as those other two, they just have upgraded strength."

"And that it has been experiencing freezes."

"Who said that? Was it Frank? It was Frank, wasn't it?"

"It doesn't matter who, you should have-"

"I think it's pretty fucking important!"

Nancy's temper was pretty famous, from what Cassian had heard around the office, so the man seemed not surprised by her outburst,though the others at the table looked concerned, "The point is we can't have defective androi-"

Nancy slams both fists on the table, causing several glasses to shake; some of the others at the table began to glance around even nervously. She looked Dr. Fowell directly in the eye, "And my point is it isn't defective. It does its job well, it does it how I like it, and I would prefer keeping it in my department!"

"There is no need to yell." It was obviously annoying to Nancy how smuggly calm the man was, her glare darkening. Cassian thought so too.

No wonder his name is Richard...

This whole time Cassian had been standing by the door, hands behind her back, trying to ignore the fact that they were discussing her death right in front of her. Attempting to hold herself together, she began to count up, to distract herself; she reached 436 before she was forced to focus back on the debate. Nancy was yelling again.

"It is MY department and MY android, that means it is MY decision!"

"Its not yours, it's company property."

Oh fuck you too, Dick.

"When was the last time you took a sick day, Nancy?"

The subject change threw Nancy for a loop, "What does that have to do with anything?" surprise colored her voice.

"I know it has been stressful since-,"

"Do NOT bring that into this-"

"AND I am concerned that maybe it's getting to you. Your protectiveness of this android is very worrying."

"Oh please, don't start acting like you care."

"I do care, Nancy."

He sure didn't look like it.

"Fuck you." She began leaving, ignoring whatever else the committee had to say, "come on Cassian, let's let them get back to kissing each other's asses."

"You can't protect it forever." Dr. Fowell's smug voice followed them out, seemingly amused by Nancy's actions, "It's company property and we will go over your head to see that Cyberlife property is functioning at only the highest level of efficiency, even if it means replacing it."

The door slammed and Nancy relaxed tiredly. Raking a hand through her hair, she led the way to the elevator.

"Don't worry, they're just a bunch of fucking idiots."

Scanning the hallway to make sure they were alone, Cassian sighs, "You know you can't stop them forever."

"I can fucking try." Nancy was pressing the call elevator button over and over again, with much more force than was necessary, velting her anger at something she couldn't break easily.

"They might not but I do care; I won't let you throw your career away for me. You don't have to do this."

"It's because you care that I have to. You're my friend and you are Alive, I can't let them kill you."

They rode the elevator in silence, hyper aware of the security camera in the corner. It was a short ride once more and Nancy continued their conversation as the doors slid closed behind them, back on the 27th floor.

"Maybe we should make a contingency plan...should they try to take you anyway."

"I wouldn't make it, and we both know that."

"Just think about it, please." The urgency in her voice had Cassian agreeing, even though she knew it was futile.

"...ok, Nancy."

Placing her hand on Cassian's shoulder, Nancy held her eyes, "Thank you. I don't know what I would do if…"

"Don't worry, I'm not going without a fight."

"That's what I worry about, that you might have to fight..."

Arriving at the office, they get back to work immediately. Logan was cleaning blue blood off the table.

With a questioning look from Cassian, Nancy asks Marian, "So what happened while I was gone?"

"One android came in for repairs. We were so used to Cassian being there we didn't get to it for a bit...it sat in the android workspace for a while after one of the RXs fixed it's shoulder, too. Creeped me out."

"Oh? What kind of android?"

"RK800, I believe?"

Wait what?

Nancy glances at Cassian, "What was it in for?"

"Left shoulder joint was busted in a spar."

Fucking hell Connor

"Ok, we're back now, so let's get to work."

AN: ill be honest...i had zero idea what to do for this chapter….writing in connor's POV was me working through writer's block and i liked it enough to post it...and still had writers block, the last time connor came in wasn't planned and i went "oh wait what if i did a chapter about that?" but then came the problem of…...what was cassian doing? Shrugs i like what i came up with but idk how it worked out…Let me know =)

Personal note: Frank is my GPS and I'm always yelling at it, just felt like it deserved a part in my story since I'm always giving it shit...apparently it's a tattle tell...seems like something it would do...