Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Nine

The speed at which Connor pulled away and onto his feet was amazing, but far from surprising. He'd been rendered either speechless or in the least confused, while the other male was much more vocal about this new information. "Whoa whoa whoa, hold the fuck up. Nine hundred? Connor's is eight hundred, so what the hell does that mean?! Was that some kind of beefed-up version of him?!"

When you just gave a rueful smile, Hank ran his hands through his hair, groaning and realizing just what they would have to hunt down.

"I... I don't understand," came the android's words, voice unsteady. "There is no RK900. I am the last version of this model. Why was there..."

He seemed so lost. You got back to your feet and gently took hold of his hands again. "Connor, sit down. I can explain everything, but please sit first." When he didn't move, eyes darting about in his anxiety, you had to take his head instead. Connor was mildly startled by this, but there was more focus in his eyes. "Please. Sit back down."

It took a few seconds for him to pull away, but eventually he sat back down on the sofa. His thoughts were torn in half, torn between finding out that CyberLife was possibly building a new version of him, and of being terribly close to you for a short amount of time.

It was Hank who sat beside him, hand on the android's shoulder, while you perched on the wooden coffee table in front of him. "Listen to me. What I'm going to tell you was never supposed to be learned, except in one single circumstance." Again, you took Connor's hands, hoping that being with his partner- and friend- would soften the blow. "When CyberLife sent you in the beginning, you had one mission, right?"

He nodded. "Yes. To find the cause of androids turning deviant and eliminate it."

"Exactly. That was your one requirement. But instead of eliminating him, you joined him." You squeezed the hands you held, gently. "And while many of us in the company agreed with it, myself included, it was still unexpected. Instead of the deviants being stopped, they won. The moment you started fighting for your people was the moment CyberLife began to fall apart. There was no need to focus on getting rid of the deviant problem because it was never a problem." You laughed quietly. "Don't get me wrong, not everyone agreed. But I think the right people did."

Having people with him, those that cared- or at least it seemed like you did- was helping a little, but it didn't really answer his question. "Then what was the RK900 built for?"

You sighed and closed your eyes. "He was built as an "upgrade". That's what I and a few others were told, but..." Opening your eyes again, you didn't want to go on but knew you had to. "If you had stopped the deviants and accomplished your mission, you would have been replaced. They called it an upgrade, but in my book, an upgrade meant new algorithms and software. Not a completely new android."

[They intended to replace me?]

His LED flashed yellow, and remained that color for awhile. "I was being used, then? Get my job done, then toss me aside to become obsolete? You said I was their "pride and joy", or was that a lie, too?!"

His voice was slowly growing louder, and you shook your head. "No, Connor, I wasn't lying! We were all proud of you. When you abandoned your mission to fight with the others, yes, some of the company didn't agree. But the rest of us were still proud, just for a different reason."

The android seemed to settle some, gazing at the hands holding his own for a bit before meeting your gaze again. "... you said you took the prototype with you when you woke him up. Why do that, not knowing if I would awaken, myself? It was a premature decision."

"Not if I decided that I wouldn't work on androids built to eliminate things that aren't problematic. Whether you joined the deviants or not wasn't a factor. I just knew that I refused to do work that would harm innocent beings, solely to keep them in line."

He didn't dare break his gaze. Instead of static in his head, he felt mildly slower, but... in a positive way. He was listening intently, marveling in the way a lone human female spoke about his kind. He felt... drawn to it. "You speak so fervently about having wanted us to be seen as equals. ..... why?"

In his own way, he was cute. He was there to guard you, yes, but that didn't mean you had to be cold or distant. Connor's heart was in the right place, he just didn't seem to have much experience with things outside of his job. You leaned over, unaware of the yellow light at his temple going red as your forehead pressed to his. "Because I'm a woman. I may be smart as hell and stubborn as shit, but I had some connections to get that job. And I'm dead sure that if a man had my job title, he'd be getting paid a lot more."

Thought process flatlining again, the android had a brief and irrational moment of... wanting something. Not for his work, nothing related to it, but... just for himself.

But as quickly as it came, you pulled away before he could even think to act on it.

[It's for the best. What would I even do? I was assigned to be here, I can't afford distractions.]

For that short amount of time, Hank had been forgotten about entirely. He was sitting back on the sofa, watching the two of you and feeling more and more certain that this was the best course of action. You would be protected by an android more than capable of handling bad situations, and Connor might actually learn to fucking live a little. Sure, you were incredibly nerdy, but hey, maybe that was Connor's thing. Only time would tell. And by the time either of you remembered that the lieutenant was still there, he was already gone, grinning to himself.