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North

A/N: Spoilers for what I have played up to with Detroit: Become Human. I love Markus and North!

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North had betrayed a part of herself. Scratch that, almost all of herself, revealing her past to Markus.

Admitting she had killed that man, the filthy look on his perverted face, the grimy calloused hands sliding up and down her arm when they had first began.

A glitch, she thought, trying to shut the feeling, the thought, to say 'No' from her mind.

The man had rotting teeth, reeked of booze, was clumsy and too grabby.

North held him down on the bed, leaning over as she began to slowly close one hand over his throat. Panic set into the drunk man, he gasped for breath, his pulse quickened; his eyes wide in fear.

She closed her other hand, watching as he didn't have the strength or cognitive ability to try and fight back, his face changing from red, to purple then a bluish tinge.

His heart stopped.

"North?"

North shook her head.

"I shouldn't have told you any of that!" She hurried off, hearing Markus yell after her as she raced down the stairs from the roof.

She cursed at her creator, to humans, and swore about Markus. He wasn't bad, though. She didn't notice anything special about him at first, and he had interrupted while she was busing herself with a bouncing ball, throwing and catching against an old and rusting shipping container.

North realised Markus had gotten under her skin somewhere along the line. She didn't like that her guard was down.

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North was... different to anyone else Markus had met.

Different in a positive way from what he could tell.

North knew what she wanted, and did whatever she had to do to get it. Even if her fellow Jericho members didn't like it.

There lied the core problem of Jericho. Everyone had a different solution to the problem, and no one could find the middle ground to progress anything.

Markus considered himself peaceful. He loved Carl, and it didn't matter that Markus had a different skin colour, made of plastic and was programmed what to do; he knew somewhere there was love for the old man, their father son bond was the envy of Adam.

And the cause of the heart attack for Carl.

North had seen the scene unfold as they touched. He relived her night at the Eden Club, she had witnessed his 'father's' death.

Markus felt like everything was out to get him.

He would push back, then!

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He remained calm, overlooking the water and wondering what the humans had in store for Jericho.

The police had shoot androids without provocation, of course the group would attack back. But that left more wounded and dead androids around.

Simon was right, there wasn't enough blue blood and spare parts to help anyone. Not with the FBI now on their way.

Androids needed to protect their own. They were no longer slaves.

Simon and Josh were arguing, with North supporting the strong style she was know for, Simon, as always, being strategic and Josh was being his pacifist self.

Markus saw faults and gains in all solutions, but his gaze fell on North, her eyes silently pleading that they didn't have much choice anymore.

He went with her choice, leaving Simon and Josh to leave the room.

It had felt too long since he and North had conversed so freely. Connected.

And their kiss; it was foreign, strange, but uplifting. It felt human-like. It was like a human to express great love in this strange contact.

Markus and North didn't want it to end, but knew time wasn't on their side.

They had to move!

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I hope you all liked this very short little bit of writing. I haven't finished my first run through of the game yet, but these chapters with Markus and North are so powerful for me, it's hard not to write about them.