Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Forty-Six

Still standing in front of you two, Hank shook his head. "I'm gone for five minutes and the two of you are... eugh..." He shuddered again.

"Why did you return so early?" Connor asked, lending a hand to get you back onto your feet.

"Because someone didn't send me the goddamn shopping list like he promised." The android immediately looked away. "Yeah. Now send the fucking thing so I can do this shit, and you two better not try anything when I'm gone." His mouth worked over. "On second thought, she's coming with me."

"Wait, hang on," you chimed in, hand up to stop them from speaking. "Hank, this better not be one of those bullshit mindsets where I'm female and therefore I must do the shopping."

The human male let his arms flop down. "Really? I know I'm an asshole but I'm not that bad. I'm perfectly capable of shopping, I just wanna make sure you two don't do anything disgusting while I'm gone!"

Scoffing, you mimicked his stance. "Sex isn't disgusting and we're adults!"

"NOT. IN. MY. HOUSE," he spat again. "I don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna see it, and I don't wanna think about it. My house, my rules. Now get in the goddamn car. Connor, send the list and also you're fucking grounded."

The android watched you laugh almost maniacally as you made your way to Hank's car. ".... Hank. I'm an adult regardless."

"Grounded, kid. Get in the house."

"I've done nothing worth being punished for!"

"GROUNDED!"

"YOU'RE NOT MY REAL DAD!"

From inside the car, you were covering your mouth but couldn't stop from laughing. All of the lieutenant's stubborn, angry resolve shattered. But instead of being depressed, he slowly covered his face, shaking until Connor heard him laughing. "I'm not sure where you hear all this stuff, but I probably shouldn't know."

Wringing his hands, the android just looked uncomfortable. "I'm so sorry. I... I was attempting to play along, and I may have gone too far..."

Shaking his head, he put a hand on Connor's shoulder. "It's fine. Really. But seriously, send the list so I can get this shit over with. And also get in the house cause you're still fucking grounded."

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The grocery store wasn't far, but that wasn't the point. Once the two of you were on the road, you swallowed hard. "So what's the real reason you took me and not Connor?"

Hank just made a face. "What do you mean?"

"It would've been easier to bring him instead of dealing with the list."

Damn. He sighed through his nose, grip on the wheel tightening. "You really are smart as shit."

"No, Hank, I just know when things seem fucky. I know you don't want all the dirty crap under your roof, but you insisted on taking me and just dealing with the list. Now talk to me."

There was a pause, and your fear began to grow. "I'm pretty sure Connor beat the shit out of Reed. That detective you tased. The morning after your date, Reed came into the precinct... I've seen beatings and bad injuries, but his face was just fuckin' terrible. Like he'd met the business end of a sledgehammer. Hurt to even look at. Even worse, he wasn't talking. I went over, and Connor followed. Reed just... clammed up. Wouldn't say a thing."  Hank took a breath, and went on. "Connor looked about as concerned as I did, but he jumped at the chance to investigate it. Told me Reed might have a deeper problem, mental health or something." Shaking his head, he peered over towards you. "Reed staying silent while Connor eagerly volunteers to help him is the exact opposite of what's normal."

Hands in your lap, you knew they'd be unsteady if you tried to use them. "I... h-he's cured now, though. But..." Your sweet, oblivious android beating the shit out of someone? Sure, you knew the two didn't get along...

"I think what happened is Reed probably confronted the kid after he got tased. Shot him, cause Connor showed me the bullet and the hole in his shirt. Since he's immune to them, he had the advantage, and just..."

"... beat the shit out of him," you finished.

Blood was dripping from his nose when he got back in the car. And when he tracked me down because I was with Markus...

"... do you want me to talk to him when we get back?" you asked cautiously. "I mean... I'm not sure what I'd say, but I'll try."

"No. I think if we ask him about it, it'll just upset him. He's cured, there's no danger anymore. But that won't help fix Reed's face. Him staying quiet worried me too. Either he was too pissed off, actually scared, or he wasn't physically able to."

"Or he was threatened into silence," was your sullen addition. "Connor threatened Markus, too. Not as violently, but it was still a threat."

Hank parked the car in the lot and sat back, his eyes closed and looking incredibly tired. "Let me deal with this whole Reed shit. A lot happened because of that virus, but you got rid of it cause you seem to work android miracles. We need to just be glad the kid isn't sick, cause it affects everybody around him, too."

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As the lieutenant had said, the android was surprisingly proficient in the kitchen. There was only one minor problem as he was busy: you and Hank had been talking when you were interrupted by an incredibly angry outcry.

"MOTHERFUCKER!!"

The two of you whipped around to see Connor at the stove, one hand on his still-bare chest, half angry and half concentrated. One of the kitchen utensils was in his iron grip. "Honey, what happened?" you finally asked.

"...... I was burned. I seem to be discovering plenty of new things to feel but most of them seem intent on causing me pain."

"Told you to wear a shirt," came the grumble beside you.

"Yes, Hank, thank you for the reminder. I was planning on being burned, however, so I had to refuse."

"Excuse me?" Hank wasn't angry, but definitely shocked. "Was that... sarcasm?"

"I am always full of surprises."

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By the time dinner was over- Connor cleaned up while his humans ate- you found yourself curled up on the couch with Sumo. Everything that had happened was finally settling down. Staying the night didn't seem to bother Hank, as he didn't pester you to wake up and go back home.

Connor knelt in front of you, hand on your cheek. "Come. You and I both need rest."

Sumo stirred and gave the android a sloppy kiss to the cheek before he went to lie somewhere else. You were helped onto your feet, and guided down the hallway.

Or at least towards it. Hank leaned against the wall, blocking you both. "Where you goin'?"

"To bed, Hank," the android answered, offering an incredulous look. "The day has been exhausting and her fatigue is growing."

"That's fine, go get some rest." Yet he didn't budge. "In separate rooms."

"Are you still insisting we separate? This is getting ridiculous, Hank. Usually the situation is the opposite, but here you are." Connor sounded genuinely salty.

"My house, my rules."

Letting out a tired sigh, you pulled away from your android. "Connor, it's fine. I'll take the couch, go ahead and sleep in your room."

"That isn't proper, as a guest you should be comfortable," he pressed, LED flashing yellow.

"Go. I'll be fine, I'm a big girl." You returned to the couch, curling up again and sinking into the comfortable furniture.

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You'd dozed off rather quickly without realizing, until a hand on your shoulder woke you up again. Connor put a finger to his mouth so you'd stay quiet, then led you silently down the hall and into what you assumed was his room.

The door was carefully shut and locked behind you. "... forgive me. It still didn't feel right to leave you in the living room," he murmured.