Virus (Yandere Connor x Reader)

Sixty

Things were at a tense standstill. The rush of air from the helicopters overhead blew around them. Not one of the soldiers moved, but their weapons were out and ready to engage the threat.

Connor, your android, the only threat, was the solitary exception for movement. He did try to be still, but if he didn't pay attention, the vines would strangle him. He was surrounded and essentially isolated, so no one else would get hurt.

What couldn't be explained were the purple flower petals that fell to the ground around him, but no one mentioned it.

[... h..... help....]

His thoughts were broken, barely able to form a rational sentence in his head. All he knew was that you weren't there, and you needed him. But the fucking military had come to intervene!

The belts still had a few grenades, but Connor couldn't reach them. It was just as well; if he did, they would shoot. And now with his skull exposed, he wasn't nearly as indestructible as before.

Towards his right, the soldiers were suddenly forced aside as someone pushed through the line. "God fucking damn it let me through you assholes!" Hank's telltale gravelly tone drifted over the chopper noises. "Put the fucking guns away! He's not a goddamn terrorist, he's sick!!"

Two soldiers blocked his way directly, guns out. "Sir, our orders are clear! Civilians must--"

With a swift hand his badge was shoved in their faces. "Hi. Lieutenant Hank Anderson. Put the fucking guns away, we have a different solution besides using the kid as shooting practice."

"... what other solution?" one of them asked, unable to mask his curiosity.

Pointing at the strangely twitching android, Hank scowled. "Androids can be infected with viruses, just like any other computer. It's their version of a disease; Connor doesn't know what he's doing!!"

This time they did lower their weapons, but not entirely. "Lieutenant, why are you so insistent? He's a threat to the city--"

"Cause that's my goddamn son!!!" The echo made a number of heads turn, but your boyfriend was too far gone in his mind. "He's my partner, goddamnit, Connor is a fucking detective. And by the way, if you don't like me shouting at you, just wait till his girlfriend gets here."

One of them ended up scoffing. "Girlfriend?"

"Watch it, fucker." Shifting a little, Hank stood as solidly as the pair in front of him, arms crossed. "She's the only thing he'll listen to. I'm sure you're familiar with his broadcast by now? Yeah, it was about her. Now stand the fuck down so she can fucking fix him."

They stared at the lieutenant before turning to each other. At last, one of them grabbed the black device attached to his vest, calling in a request to stand down... temporarily. When Hank opened his mouth to retaliate, the soldier held up a hand. "Sir. This is only temporary if this supposed cure doesn't work."

Settling back down, the lieutenant grumbled. "Fine."

Sure enough, the barricade of soldiers lowered their weaponry. If Connor registered the fact, it didn't show. His head was lowered, still jerking his limbs free from malignant vines.

Once again, someone was making their way through the military, but not as forcefully. Elijah appeared, carrying you like a bride, with the other RK800 beside him. This one was obviously not a problem, so he didn't have to stare down the barrel of a gun.

"This the girlfriend?" one of the soldiers spoke up. When you nodded, clutching the flash drive, the pair separated so you could see exactly what Connor was experiencing. "Go ahead, miss. We'll be on standby."