Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Two

"You sure you're up for this?"

He had been addressed, so it was only courteous to respond. But Connor just could not shake that discomfort, even as they headed for the recovery wing of the hospital. "I'm not sure," he finally admitted. "I have a feeling of... foreboding."

Frowning, Hank let those words sink in. Foreboding, coming from someone who could handle just about any type of situation. "Well, I mean, this is your first sexual assault case. You're probably uncomfortable cause you haven't... y'know."

"I don't. What do you mean?"

God damn this kid. Smart as shit but somehow so naive at times. "Love, Connor. You've never experienced love. Romance. All the cheesy crap that women go nuts for."

Now it was the android's turn to frown. "I don't think such a thing is possible for me. I was essentially created as an assassin of sorts; something like "love" has no room in my code."

Hank shrugged, hands in his coat pockets. "Maybe. Maybe love is too far out of your reach." A pause. "Then again, so was becoming a deviant."

"Hank, I don't want to discuss this any further," Connor cut in sharply. "I am uncomfortable with this topic and I am asking you to please cease the conversation."

Hands up defensively, the human grinned a bit. "Okay, okay. I hear you. Don't want to talk about love or romance."

"Thank you."

"... or about that Chloe girl at Kamski's place, the blonde one you said was really pretty."

"Hank," the android spat through a clenched jaw. Usually it had been him teasing; now the shoe was on the other foot. It didn't help that Hank started chuckling under his breath.

For a brief moment Connor was seriously considering lashing out, but he knew better. Hank meant well, despite everything, and the teasing was harmless.

A nurse was standing in front of a curtained-off section of the recovery wing. She eyed the two with more curiosity than suspicion. "I take it you're the cops?"

"Lieutenant Hank Anderson, Detroit Police. This is my partner, Connor." He nodded to the curtain. "Is it okay if we ask some questions?"

She glanced at the curtain, lips thinning out. "She's stable and awake, but I don't want too much stress on her." The nurse eyed the males, almost pleading. "I haven't been told much, but I've been with her since she arrived. All I know is what she's said: an android attacked her." Turning to Connor, she added, "Might want to sit this one out, honey."

As she walked away, Hank turned to his partner. "Well? If you're that uncomfortable you can stay back. I'll talk to her. Go back to the car, if you want."

Visibly unsure, Connor closed his eyes and went silent for a moment. "...... no. I'd like to stay. I know more about androids than you do, Hank, and that could prove to be useful. And besides, this is my job. Our jobs sometimes have to deal with unpleasant things, right?"

He smiled. "You're goddamn right it does." Clapping the android on the shoulder, Hank nodded. "Good man."

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Their conversation was muffled, but you heard footsteps leaving. It must have been the nurse, leaving the cops to come and question you. It was fine, it was expected.

But the android approaching behind the other gentleman sent something like a shockwave through your body.

No, no. Calm down. It's not the same, you know it's not the same. This one is perfectly fine.

He. Is. NOT. The. Same.

The older male, the human one, approached carefully; he'd been on the force long enough to know a delicate situation and how to proceed. "I'm Lieutenant Anderson, you can call me Hank, all right?" He lifted a hand and made a gesture to the android, who stood a couple feet away, hands behind his back. "This is my partner."

Trying to smile was like trying to rip off limbs; all he managed was a weird twitch. "Hello," he added, "my name is--"

"Connor," you answered for him. That shut the both of them up instantly, but you looked back and forth between them for confirmation. "The detective prototype, sent straight to the police from CyberLife, right? There was some news coverage about it around the time of the protests."

Right in the midst of the spike in deviant problems. You'd hit the nail on the head, but only Hank seemed relieved. "You know your shit, good to hear. Mind if we sit down?" When you shook your head, he took a seat in the chair beside your bed.

Connor, however, remained standing. His expression was placid, no indication of what was on his mind, but...

[CyberLife never released my name to the press]

Seeing the android off in his own little world again- his mind palace or whatever the fuck they called it- Hank sighed and leaned forward, elbows on his thighs and hands laced together. He took a long look at you, probably noting the injuries aside from the obvious ones. "If he's makin' you uncomfortable at any time, just say the word and he'll leave. But he's still my partner, no offense, and he's got information I don't. A lot of it, actually. And when it comes to cases involving other androids, that really helps me out."

Your gaze trailed down, to your hands in your lap. "No, no... I understand. It's fine, I'm sure I'll be fine."

"Would it be beneficial if I sat down?" Connor seemed to finally snap himself out of it, attentive and friendly. Trying to be, anyways. He'd had to push his discomfort aside for now, for the sake of the case, but your own anxiousness radiated out like a cloud. "I can assure you, I have no intent to cause you stress. I am a professional and will remain so; asking me to step out of the room will not offend me. I completely understand, you were traumatized, and--"

"Do you ever shut up?" you asked flatly. Hank snorted, tried to mask it with a cough, and shifted in his seat. "Look, I... I'm sorry, that was rude, but... you were asking me a question without giving me a chance to answer the damned thing."

Connor opened his mouth and closed it a couple of times, looking remarkably like a fish. "I...." His thought process had flatlined, and he spun on his heel, walking straight out from the curtain, not stopping until he'd gotten outside the hospital entrance.

He'd been told to shut up time and time again, sometimes with a physical blow to his body included. Hank was probably the worst offender in this regard, though he didn't usually hit.

But the discomfort he'd been feeling all morning, combined with the teasing and the nature of your situation... The android had to walk away.

Still beside you in the chair, Hank's eyebrows were as high as they could go. "I'll be damned. Didn't think I'd live to see that."

Guilt was starting to well up inside of you. "See what...?" was your soft reply.

"Someone tellin' him to shut up and him actually doing it. Shit, he even walked away." He glanced at you. "You got some kind of special power we need to know about?"

Not... exactly.