Learning to Live | D:BH Fic (Discontinued?)

Moving In

A/N: Hey! Very very quick, I realized that there was absolutely no description of Charlie in the first chapter so please enjoy some very "subtle" descriptors that are kind of awful. I picture Charlie as white but have no idea how to say that except for "She's white" so uuuuhhh yeah -_-

When Connor came back online, Tasha was standing across from him, looking at her tablet. She noticed Connor was awake when he tried to stand up and stumbled.
"Careful. Your limbs will take a minute to catch up with your brain. It's a bump we haven't figured out yet." She offered out her hand and helped Connor stand up. "Charlotte's waiting for you in the main room."
"Thanks."
He leaned a little on the wall as he walked back down the hallway, expecting to see Charlie standing by the door, almost at attention, the way she used to when she had to wait for him at a crime scene or the DPD. But instead, he found Charlie sitting on the floor cross-legged, humming to herself. He had to remind himself that was what her programming had told her to do, not her. Charlie looked up when she heard footsteps.
"Connor! How do you feel?" She asked as she stood up.
"Pretty normal, I guess." Connor shrugged, though he surprised himself with his more casual way of speaking.
"Yeah, me too." She brushed her wavy blonde shoulder-length hair out of her eyes. "Hank had to leave, he got a call about a new case. I called us a cab."

As they sat in the automated cab it dawned on Charlie that she had nowhere to live. Now that she was a deviant, she was officially a citizen of Detroit. Which meant she couldn't go back to Cyberlife Tower.
"Are you okay? You've been scowling at your feet for the last seven minutes." Connor's concern broke Charlie out of her thoughts. Dark blue eyes met brown.
"I just realized I'm homeless. Charlie said, not knowing any other way to put it.
"I have a spare room you can stay in. If you don't want to I'm sure you can find a place." 
"No, that would work! And we could work on cases anytime we needed to." Charlie sat up a little more in her seat, getting excited.

When the Android Citizenship law was passed, all androids were paid the amount that they would have earned their entire time at the job they had, and in some android's cases they were also given the titles they would have earned. So Connor and Charlie were both detectives with a pretty good chunk of money. Connor insisted on renting an apartment because he wanted to spend as little time at Cyberlife as possible. Charlie, on the other hand, didn't spend any of her money because she didn't have as much of a grudge against them after the revolution.

"You never told me you lived in a mansion Connor." Charlie was standing on the first floor of Connor's two-floor apartment.
"It's not a mansion. It's an apartment." Connor laughed. "Come on, I'll show you your room." Charlie followed Connor up the spiral stairs. The second floor was a narrow hallway and two bedrooms.
"That room's mine," he pointed to the room closer to the stairs. "So you can use the other one."
"Alright." She opened the door. "I... I don't have any belongings so I guess I'm all moved in!"

That night while Charlie was lying in her bed, she thought about her newfound deviancy. She hadn't really had time to think about it until right then. She thought about what Tasha had said. '...help you better articulate and feel emotions. Sadness, tiredness, love, anger...' For some reason, love stuck out to her. She had obviously never pictured herself in a relationship, maybe that was why. She tried to leave at that but she thought about it until she went into sleep mode.

"Good morning," said Charlie as she came down the stairs.
"Morning."
"So I was thinking, we should probab-" Charlie stopped dead in her tracks as she got a good look at the situation. Connor and the kitchen island, which he had deemed the 'case station' since they didn't need to eat, were covered in the blue liquid known as thirium. He was holding a paper towel to his head.
"Are you... okay?" Charlie asked, wide-eyed.
"I'm fine."
"Fine? There's thirium everywhere. How are you not dead?"
"Well, I'm very sorry to disappoint you. I was trying to take my LED out, and I think I did it wrong." Connor said, clearly unbothered.
"He thinks he did it wrong," Charlie laughed to herself, shaking her head. "Do you have a first aid kit?"
"Under the sink." Connor gestured with his head as he pulled a stool out from the island. Charlie had always been the better at tending to wounds out of the two. She opened the first aid kit and handed Connor a pouch of thirium.
"Here, you haven't shut down yet, but I can't say I'd be surprised." Throughout cleaning up the blue blood, Charlie was acutely aware of how close she and Connor were. She had fixed him up about a thousand times and never had a problem with it. For some reason this time was different.

"You were saying something before?" Connor asked, bringing Charlie from her thoughts.
"Yeah, I thought we should get some clothes. I know how much you hate that uniform." Charlie moved from cleaning to taking a look at the gash.
"Clothing would be good. We could go today." said Connor.
"I also thought we should get last names."
"I thought they were RK800 and BJ800."
"Well sure! If you want to be boring!"
"Okay Miss Exciting," teased Connor. "What did you have in mind?"
"I thought Charlie O'Clarie had a nice ring to it."
"That does sound nice. Any ideas for me?
"Connor... Reynolds?"
Connor made an unconvinced face.
"Connor O'Clarie sounds nice as well." He suggested.
"Sure, if you want! I thought you wouldn't want to match though."
"Why is that?"
"Well, it means we're just a bit more similar." Connor opened his mouth to reply but Charlie quickly continued, not wanting to dig a hole. "Anyways, it's not as bad as you'd think, the skin should heal over, for lack of a better word, in a couple of days." While Charlie packed up the first aid kit she saw herself in a mirror hung in the entrance out of the corner of her eye.
"What do you think? Should I get rid of my LED?" she mused, turning to face the mirror.
"I think you look nice with it." Connor said, leaning around her reflection from where he sat. Charlie turned away from the mirror so he wouldn't notice the sudden blue tint spreading across her face.
"What is going on?" She thought.