Hello there, I'm back! This fic is rated T for Hanks swears … mostly! I do not own Detroit: Becoming Human or any of the characters.

Chapter 1

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Numbness. Now this was familiar to Connor. His eyes feel heavy, somethings off.

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Connor's brain is buzzing with new information. Why would an android need morphine? Then he remembers the pain. Blinding pain. It doesn't make sense. Why can he feel pain now? Finally, Connor opens his eyes. His focal lens contract as stark white walls glare back at him. Connor's audio sensors pick up the distinct sound of snoring. Looking to his left, a passed-out Hank lies asleep and snoring in a gray colored chair. Flashes of Hank's voice, yelling at him to stay awake and sirens blaring, recaps in his head. That's right. Connor had lost consciousness. So where was he now? Slowly, Connor lifts his head. Sterile white sheets blend into the all-white background. Machines litter the room. A small screen displays a rhythmic, curving pulse, and an IV tube leads from a clear bag to his forearm.

This was all foreign to him. Something is very wrong with this picture. Straining, Connor sits up in his hospital bed. Looking at his arm, Connor remembers the blood that had dripped from his wound. Connor's arm is wrapped in gauze. He flexes his hand and clenches his fist. Everything seems operational, but slow, like he is stiff. Getting up from his bed, Connor walks to the window. The crashing sound of the IV stand that clatters to the floor doesn't faze him. Hank on the other hand, is startled awake and crashes to the floor.

"Christ! What the fuck."

Jumping up, Hank spots Connor standing at the window overlooking the city. Hank straightens his sleep- rumbled shirt and composes himself.

"Connor."

Connor doesn't look up. Instead he looks down at his hands and puts one on the glass of the window. It's cool to the touch.

"It's cold."

This throws Hank off guard.

"What?"

"The glass. It's cold."

Hank's eyes travel down Connor's arm to where it meets the glass. He walks to the window copying Connor by putting his own hand on the glass.

"Yup. Feels cold. Probably because it's 6 o'clock in the morning and foggy."

"I don't understand. I could always detect temperature. But I could never 'feel' it. I could never 'feel' anything before. Why can I feel now? What am I?"

For the first time, Connor feels afraid. He turns his gaze onto Hank, who is standing beside him, watching the emotions filter across his face. Hank sees the mixture of confusion and fear in Connor's eyes. Hank can't help but feel a stab of sympathy and concern for the poor robot. If you could really call him that anymore. Hank opens his mouth to reply but is cut off by the sound of a door being hastily opened. A woman dressed in green scrubs hurriedly opens the door, breathing heavy.

"What happened? I heard a crash."

Both Hank and Connor look shocked at her intrusion. Hank recovers first.

"Ah sorry Doc. Didn't mean to cause a ruckus. Just accidently knocked this over. No big deal."

Hank quickly picks up the IV stand that lay forgotten on the floor. The doctor looks at the fallen IV stand.

"Oh. Good."

She turns her attention to Connor who is staring at the window with a blank expression. She brightens instantly.

"I see your awake now. How are you feeling?"

Connor fully turns from the window to assess the female doctor. She is tall and lanky, he measures exactly 5' 10" in height. Her hair is a dark auburn color with piercing blue eyes and fair completion.

The doctor takes a step forward to Connor's side, gently grabbing his arm, inspecting his injury. Her hands are warm.

"Can you flex your hand for me?"

A little startled by her forwardness, Connor complies without thinking, clenching his hand for her.

"Amazing."

There is a spark of curiosity in her eyes. The doctor lets go of Connor's arm.

"I'm sorry, I haven't even introduced myself. I'm Doctor Lloyd but feel free to call me Amber."

Amber approaches Connor, sticking her hand out for a handshake. Connor looks down and reaches with his non-injured hand.

"Connor."

"Hello, Connor. Do you, um, remember anything about what happened?"

Hank's expression turns critical of the woman. Connor seems hesitant.

"A bullet struck my arm."

"Yes. The bullet entered your upper arm, specifically your bicep brachii, and became lodged there. You went into surgery and I was able remove the obstruction in your arm. Thankfully there wasn't too much damage. You may want to keep an eye on your hand and make sure to rest so there isn't any lasting effects from the wound."

Connor flexes his hand and looks up at her critically.

"You operated on me?"

"Ah, yes I..."

"But you're not a surgeon."

"I, how… "

"Typically, a surgeon isn't the first to come running to check up on their patients."

Hank crosses his arm leaning back against the wall as he watches the two. Amber sighs, eyes downcast.

"I'm not a surgeon. But…"

Amber glances at Hank nervously who gives her a frown.

"No one else would operate on... um."

"A robot?"

Amber looks down at her feet, face bright red from shame. Connor feels cold. This isn't just a physical feeling anymore. He's lost.

"But I'm not just a machine anymore. Am I."

This time Amber doesn't know what to say, so Hank steps in. He puts a hand on Connor's shoulder.

"You stopped being just a machine the moment you decided not to take that shot."

Amber doesn't know what he is talking about, but Connor does. For a moment Connor is transported to the roof top where he could have changed everything. Actually. More accurately, he almost kept things from changing. Hank gives Connor a look of confidence and a little bit of pride. Connor is unsure, but hopeful. Amber decides to give them a moment and turns towards the exit.

"I'm going to grab your release papers. Please take all the time you need."

Amber smiles and quietly closes the door behind her. Connor sits down on the bed, and Hank takes a seat in the gray chair across from him.

"So how did you end up in the middle of that fight?"

"Well I was a block away when I picked up a disturbance nearby. When I arrived at the scene, the altercation between the protestors and the android had already begun."

"So, you decided to step in."

Connor nods.

"Why?"

Connor blinks. He hadn't really thought why.

"I suppose. I just did what I was programmed to do."

Hanks smirks at this.

"If I remember right, you weren't programmed just to help people."

Connor opens his mouth but can't think of an argument. Hank is grinning now, but he drops the subject. Connor clearly needs more time to process this information, so he changes course.

"I thought you went back to Cyberlife?"

"I did go back. A least that's where my memory stops."

"What do you mean?"

"The last thing I remember is stepping up to the front doors of Cyberlife tower and then I'm in a taxi driving away. My memory files from my time at Cyberlife these past few months have been completely deleted. I don't know how long I have been this way."

Connor clenches a fist in frustration. This was a familiar emotion. Connor had felt this before when he was working with Hank on the android case many times, but there always was a solution in the end. Now, Connor wasn't sure.

"Damn. Sounds like you have really been put through the ringer."

"My whole existence I have known what I needed to do, what my function would be, but now…"

Hank sat back contemplating. He really couldn't just be left in peace could he. How bothersome. Hank let out a groan and put his head in his hands.

"Fine."

Connor looks up at him confused.

"I'm sorry Lieutenant. What is fine?"

"I suppose you can crash at my place. I could use someone to look after Sumo."

A look of shock crosses Connor's face.

"What? You don't have a place to stay, right?"

The beginnings of smile form on Connor's face.

"Aw now don't give me that look! This is purely temporary!"

"Thank you, Lieutenant."

For the first time in Connor's short life, a genuine smile spread across his features. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

The soft sound of the door knob turning alerts Connor to Amber returning to the room. Meekly, she steps into the room with some papers in her hand.

"Here are the papers. I've already signed off on them, so you are free to leave if you want."

Amber hands the papers to Connor, who takes them. Hank takes them from him, looking it over with a critical eye.

"Doesn't he need to sign this as well?"

"Technically yes, but he doesn't really apply to normal hospital standards to I got… creative."

Amber smiles at them, trying to be encouraging, but she becomes serious again.

"I know you have probably had a rough day as it is, but if it's not too much trouble, I would like to show you something if I could. I may be able to answer some of your questions as well, if you're up for it."

Connor looks hesitant so Hank steps in.

"Thanks for the offer Ma'm, but I think it would be best if we just went our way."

"No."

Both Amber and Hank look at Connor surprised. He looks determined.

"I need to see this. I can handle it, Detective."

Connor smirks a little and even winks at the two.

"After all, I am Connor. The Android sent by Cyberlife."

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