Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Eleven

Connor didn't move, nor did he try to encourage you to calm down. If you needed this release, then he would not impede it. And while he knew nothing about female beings, he did seem to understand that there were struggles unique only to them.

Yet there was still a very large and very loud thought process the entire time, warning the android that this sort of behavior was more than inappropriate. Not that you'd done anything wrong; it was himself. He'd been assigned to guard you until your assailant was caught.

[Yet here I am letting the victim cry herself out on my shoulder? This is... far from right.

What, just because you're a detective, you can't show the empathy you'd discovered? There are few chances to show it. At this rate, you'll go back to the beginning and forget your self-awareness. By your own hand.]

The secondary voice was new, rebellious and confident. Connor was so accustomed to having to reason with himself and every decision he made, that the idea of something- or someone- telling him to basically shut up and enjoy the ride was foreign.

[Hank intentionally assigned me to be here. To "get a life", as he put it.]

How was he supposed to do that when he didn't know how to start?

Slowly, your sobbing tapered off, but it still took a few minutes before you finally pulled away, enough to look up at the android to speak. "I'm sorry. I'm... not always such a big bitch baby."

Connor shook his head. "You needed an outlet, and I don't have experience with females, but I do know what a hug is, at least." The box of tissues had been left on your desk, but there were still some tears making their way down your face. Since he couldn't reach said box, he mindfully wiped the tears himself. "... maybe sleep will help. I'm sensing your body being drawn to the floor, and you shouldn't be trying to work in this state."

Sleep sounded amazing, so you nodded and stepped back, out of his hold. But you eyed his jacket and sighed. "Shit. Sorry. I made a mess of your coat."

He inspected the dampness while you walked past, towards the control panel. "I'm not concerned about my clothing. I'm usually not; it's not something that factors in to my decisions."

"In other words, you wear the same thing every day," you added, managing a smile. "Come here and connect to the panel, please."

A hand was pressed to a touchpad beside the panel, the android's skin fading to show that eerie white shell beneath. But within the span of a minute Connor was connected, given household permissions, and access to the dimensions and other data the panel held. But, he noted, still nothing about that mysterious locked room. He had no way of knowing how to get in; it was locked, but missing a doorknob, of all things!

[Right now, it's not important. I'm here for a reason, and I will not fail my mission. Not this time.]

The two of you meandered back upstairs, and you saw the time: late afternoon. You closed your aching eyes. "It's still early. If I sleep now, I'll be awake early, as well."

"Better to sleep now and get up early than force yourself to work when your mind isn't optimal."

Well... he had a point. "You're really pushing me to bed, aren't you?" you asked, noticing his nervousness returning. "What are you planning on doing while I'm knocked out cold?"

Connor blinked wildly. "I'm not planning on anything! My job is--"

You were laughing, albeit gently. "Remind me to give you some tips on sarcasm and stuff."

"Of course; when would you like the reminder?"

Oh my god this nerd.

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Much to your surprise you slept the entire night, waking up a little before nine the next morning. Before you went to bed, you showed Connor the spare room he could claim as his own. Androids were perfectly capable of sleep, but it seemed like each one was programmed for eight hours exactly, unless they set an alarm for any reason.

In your groggy state, you simply grabbed some clean clothes and trudged your way out of your room and into the bathroom, shutting the door so you could shower. On the couch, your bodyguard was taking some mental notes; knowing your daily routine was beneficial. If you intended on venturing out of the house, he would of course accompany you.

Your home wasn't spotless, but it was maintained and decorated in a taste different from what he'd grown used to. Then again, Hank didn't really have "taste", more like charm. Messy and covered with Sumo's fur, but charming nonetheless.

He got to his feet, approaching a nearby painting on a wall. It was expressive, all done in shades of purple, and oddly familiar. Connor had the feeling he'd seen it before, or in the least the style. It was certainly a statement piece.

"Manfred," came your voice beside him; the android didn't flinch physically, but your appearance was sudden. "It's a commission by Carl Manfred. He was incredibly talented, and one of the kindest men I'd ever met."

"His technique is quite distinguishable, I see his work on occasion throughout the city and its limits."

You nodded, your smile faint and saddened. "I'm just glad I got to meet him before he passed."

Before anything more could be said, there was a loud knock at the door. Both of you turned to stare at the door, and you felt your heart in your throat.

Connor already sensed your worries; his arm quickly went to your lower back, pushing you towards your bedroom. His other hand lay on his holstered gun. "Go," he hissed, "hide in the room until I give word that it's safe!"

As you bolted into the room, shutting and locking the door, a thought crossed your mind: would the other android really have bothered with knocking at the front door? Maybe to try and catch you off guard, but as Connor had a good description of his target, chances were that if it really was the bastard, there would be a bullet between his eyes before he knew it.

Hand hovering over his weapon, Connor still hesitated at the door, scanning through it. But... there were two figures on the doorstep, not one. And only one of them had any kind of temperature reading. Which meant that your two visitors were a human and an android.

As there was another loud knock, he opened the door swiftly, prepared to withdraw the weapon immediately.

Coming face to face with Elijah Kamski only raised more questions.

"Connor," Kamski spoke first, with a vague grin on his face as he examined the unexpected tenant. "What a... curious surprise."