Do Circuits Sing? Connor X OC

"CONNOR!"

Brooke awoke to the smell of bacon and two large dogs on her bed, Nala and Sumo both laid on top of her in the spare room of Hank's house. The space next to her was empty with Connor's side of the bed being cold, he'd been up a while. Brooke clawed her way out from under the dogs and got her dressing gown, Hank's house was empty without him there, it was too quiet for her liking.

The smell led her to the kitchen, Connor was standing over the stove cooking eggs and bacon. "Morning, babe," she called as she sat down at the dining table.

Connor turned around to smile at her before concentrating on the food. "Morning, my love," he replied. Brooke leaned into the table as she grabbed the steaming cup of coffee in front of her, she never knows how Connor could figure out when she'd be awake and have breakfast ready by the time she is up.

"Have you spoken to Hank yet?" she asked as she took a small sip as the cup burnt her top lip.

"Yes, he will be discharged this afternoon. I have also spoken to Captain Fowler, he wishes for us both to take the day off to help Hank become comfortable at home. Gavin will take over with the interrogations of the red ice suspects." Brooke wanted to do that herself, but she could put it to the side for Hank.

"I'm glad Hank can finally come home. Are we going to stay a bit longer whilst he settles in?" Connor had plated the food and sat down with the food put in front of her before answering.

"If you are okay with that?" he asked with a small smile. Brooke took the first bite of her food, she tried to happily nod, but the food was too busy giving her an orgasm to her taste buds.

"Absolutely... damn this is so good," she snorted in laughter as she took another bite. Connor lightly chuckled as he watched her eat, they both had to leave for the hospital soon and it made Connor nervous for Hank to come home. He would have the temptations of drinking and eating shit food, his medication won't work correctly if he doesn't take care of himself. Connor could only help Hank the best he can and hope the man will accept his help.

"Why don't you get ready whilst I finish my food? We can leave soon," Brooke said as she downed the rest of her coffee. Connor nodded, he got up and leant over to catch a quick kiss from her before leaving.

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"I need you to understand Mr Anderson that these medications must be taken each day without fail," the doctor explained for the fifth time that day, Hank was becoming more impatient each time he was told.

"I heard you the first four times, doc. I got this, my annoying android son will only remind me like a broken alarm anyway." Hank felt odd calling Connor his son, but he liked to tell people for some odd reason.

"Right," the doctor drawled. The door to their room opened as Brooke and Connor walked in. "I can assume this is your... son?" Hank nodded as the doctor looked between him and a surprised Connor. "Very well, I would like to speak to Connor for a few moments."

Connor and the doctor left, Brooke sat on the end of Hank's bed. "You look much better," she said with a smile. Hank brushed his overgrown beard.

"I need a shave," he said as he scratched it. Brooke shook her head in a chuckle, she looked around the room, most of his belongings were packed, all that was left behind was his flowers and cards from friends and colleagues.

"Are you ready to go home?" Hank grumbled as he pulled back his duvet and slowly climbed off the bed, Brooke stood by his side for support if he needed it.

"Yeah, I've missed Sumo, my own bed, beer and proper food." Brooke narrowed her eyebrows at him in disagreement, Hank caught on and rolled his eyes at her. "Don't start Brooke, I was only joking."