Part 1

The Obedient Pet

Androids were built to hike up the unemployment rate, so all Gavin understood. For thirty years, they were humanity's construction workers, nannies, middle school teachers, and, most recently, they had become detectives in order to personally insult his own skills. For thirty years, they knew their place as inferiors, but now – since this dumbass revolution – Gavin was forced to look upon them as equals.

He was about ready to lose his fucking mind.

"You're shittin' me, Fowler! I am not dealing with Plastic McFuckface out there." Gavin shoved a finger pointing to the new android arrival that stood outside the break room in a militant parade rest. The detective didn't care to be discrete with his tone or apparent hostile gestures. The precinct knew him well enough by now to understand that this was not Gavin's first, nor would it be his last, outburst.

The captain, too, was used to his antics. He rubbed a forefinger at his temples and waved the other dismissively at the angered man. "Detective Chen is out on maternity leave, you know this. The android just got here, he needs a runover of the place and the job. Besides, the newer models were created after this whole deviation shit made headlines. He's not even capable…"

"I don't give a fuck!" Gavin cut the captain off. "Give it to Anderson – he broke in the last one."

The RK800 that the entire world regarded as Connor was a mess of emotional expressions ever since Hank had gotten ahold of him nearly a month ago. Androids became such feely creatures after they experienced "deviancy", or whatever the fuck virus entered their systems. Gavin didn't understand it and he certainly didn't care. After these new laws had been passed, the detective was insistent on avoiding Connor at all costs so as to refrain from losing his job over attempted "murder" of the aggravating RK. Now he had to work alongside Connor 2.0? He wouldn't make it out alive.

"Fine, sure," agreed Fowler irritatingly, "but then Connor has no partner. It's only fair he goes to you until Chen returns."

Gavin's right eye twitched involuntarily. These were terrifying options, for both himself and his future partner. How could the captain not understand that whatever hunk of plastic ended up sharing a cop car with him would most likely be visiting android heaven, even if it meant he had to go, too? In whatever case, Fowler was hardly giving him any real options; he knew what Gavin would choose. What would be the lesser of two evils? A machine that spewed sarcasm through a shit-eating grin every chance it crossed paths with Gavin or an android wiped clean of every annoying habit Hank had yet to teach it?

"This is a fucking nightmare."

The detective stormed out of the captain's office and dropped into his desk chair. From across the precinct, he cut daggers into the motionless android that was his temporary partner. The upgraded Connor had arrived just a few hours ago, and it had raised Gavin's red flags tenfold, naturally. By law, all inactivated androids were to be decommissioned and further creation of them was prohibited, but somehow this plastic prick had just barely made it past the junkyard. The fucker was identical to Hank's partner in every way, with exception to the white and black color palette it sported.

Scratch that. It was definitely more intimidating than Connor ever was. Not that Gavin was intimated by the damned thing, but it had a resting bitch face that outcompeted Tina on most days. Curiosity began to consume the detective as he attempted to evaluate the details from several meters away. He was more intimidating, sure… but why?

A heat built up in Gavin's chest, refueling once more since his argument with Fowler, and he used it to size up the fresh meat. Even in the presence of an arriving body, the android did not flinch, not even moving to catch Gavin's stare. "You gotta name?"

Cold, grey eyes acknowledged his question: "My name is RK900."

Gavin was taken aback by the voice which erupted from the RK's vocal emitters. It was not the same goofy sound that Connor articulated, but rather, a raspy, dark English accent. Though built much like its twin bot (not counting the sharper chin and broader shoulders that Gavin neglected to internally address), the android was heavily distinguishable. This was no Connor.

"You sure you're on the right side o' the pond, ya pommy?" Gavin grinned at his derogatory insult. Android and British in one? He had never dealt with a lot of Brits before, but boy were the insults going to become interesting.

Gavin wasn't prepared for the look that the RK bore into his very soul. He half-expected the android to murder him on the spot. Instead, however, a cool voice betrayed his expression, sending an embarrassingly branched shiver down Gavin's spine. "I'm quite sure, Detective."

The RK900 held a stony attitude as he spoke, not caring to give Gavin a hospitable smile or a complimenting response. Another dissimilarity to its relative; Connor was a social butterfly in almost every setting, even when it had first arrived. This RK, he could sense, could give a shit about emotions and responding appropriately to them. It reminded Gavin of – well – himself.

"Hmph," was all he could manage in return. He threw one more once-over of the RK and stepped backwards into what he considered an absolve of his tantalizing close proximity. "What're you waiting for then? Get to work."

The RK did not hesitate to respond: "My orders are directed by Captain Fowler. At the moment, my objective is to resume my position until I am instructed further."

Gavin scoffed. "Aren't all androids playing 'house' now. You got your freedom, why're you still doing what other people say?" Although he still believed androids were inferior, its presence made no sense after the revolution cost so many lives – so many police lives, nonetheless.

"I'm not a deviant. My programming is of an impenetrable nature. When I receive orders, I follow them to their end."

A smirk crossed the detective's face. "Not a deviant?" he repeated perversely. "So you'll do whatever I say without question?" A series of actions roleplayed in Gavin's head as he imagined having something of a personal servant accompanying him to his investigations. If this apathetic nature upheld, it truly might just be the best Connor 2.0.

"Once my controls are reassigned, yes, orders relative to my designated tasks will be accepted."

Gavin nodded with content, slowly walking backwards to his desk. Maybe this could be a good thing. After all, he had always wanted his own obedient pet.

Author's Note

All in all, your typical Reed900 ff, but I am dedicated to honest character growth and development. So... expect a multi-part slow-burn and some well-built smut in the future. Let me know if I am succeeding in my mission. Enjoy!

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