Detroit: Become Human - Connor RK800 One Shots

#15 The End of the Beginning

"So wait, what you're telling me is, you've never ever seen Endgame?" you inquired, the question directed at the android next to you. This baffled you to the max. "You're telling me that you haven't wasted three hours of your existence, watching an action packed movie that goes almost nowhere and everywhere all at once? What do you watch with Hank?" Connor raised a brow, his shoulders shrugging. "Lemme guess," you cut in before a word made it off his tongue, "Hank watches basketball games twenty-four-seven so you don't wanna watch anything? You poor thing. Well here's a taste of something new. You haven't lived if you haven't seen a huge blockbuster like this." It was true, the movie made millions in the year of twenty-nineteen and was a huge hit for movie theatres around the globe, it was unlikely for someone not to have seen it but, nevertheless you had another opportunity to let three hours of your life slip away with Connor. It didn't matter whether you were watching it with him or not, you were with him and that was your treasure.

You were correct as time did pass awfully quickly when you were in his company. Connor didn't look too interested in the film but you snuggled up to him, arms wrapped around his waist, pinning him to both you and the couch. It didn't take long before you drifted into a slumber, napping on top of the android, forgetting all other feelings. Your resting mind blocked out the loud sound effects of people being attacked and weapons being used. Dialogue blended together, a smoothie of incoherent words. Once all the sounds had subsided and solemn music echoed in the room, you awoke. One of your arms had died under Connor's weight and your body felt stiff from remaining still for so long.

"Connor," your voice cracked, low and to the point. "Connor, my arm's dead, can you move?" Your head tilted upwards for you to discover that Connor had surrendered himself to standby mode, peace acknowledging itself on his soft features. He was out cold and there was no way to wake him, you knew that from previous experiences. "Aw, honey, I knew it would be too much for you," you muttered, kissing his jawline lightly, your lips meeting synthetic skin. A groan left your airways, remembering how numb your arm was and how it was trapped under Connor's body. With a small effort, you wrenched one arm out from under him, silently celebrating the minuscule accomplishment. The hand that was free, assisted the one still in custody, sliding that one out from its restraints too. Connor hadn't stirred and likely wouldn't for a while.

You let him lay there with you, conserving energy while you attempted to save your crippled arm. Your brain repeated the same message over and over again until you finally brought back feeling into it, ridding yourself of the dull ache and tingling that swamped your right arm. Slowly and carefully, not to tip the wrong way, you rolled onto your back, forcing Connor's arms to envelop your stomach in a cuddle. You wondered what it'd be like if you were like this forever, if time just stopped to let you spend the rest of your life with this stunning android. He always had your heart from the moment you met, even when he wasn't entirely conscious. You loved this flawless being that some only considered to be plastic. One day, you'd prove them wrong. One day, they'll understand. One day...