Detriot: Becomes Human (One shots)

Worry

(That picture is my wallpaper 😊 making it was fustrating for some reason 😂)

Machine!Connor/Hank x Deviant!Reader

- Fluff

- Connor has died in the interrogation with the android in the attic without getting any information. 

- Deviant reader

- Detective Reader

I paced back and forth, locking my hands behind my back, my best attempt at stopping myself from punching something. 

"Calm the fuck down, (Y/N)," Hank demanded, turning in his office chair. I stopped my steps, glaring at the lieutenant. 

"Calm down? Must I remind you that our only lead to this homicide self-destructed and Connor was killed!" I snapped, causing some nearby police officers to look over. Hank pointed to the desk I share with Connor across from him. 

"Sit." He ordered. I sat down, turning to Connor's computer. A part of me was sad in a way that he was gone, but he was just a machine, as am I. "Now, stop thinking about the homicide before you self-destruct. Okay? Plus, what's got your panties in a twist-? Connor isn't part of your mission, why are you worried about him?" He asked. I turned away from his questioning look, looking at a cup of coffee Connor brought to his desk that he never actually planned on drinking. Why am I so worried...?

- Lie

- Not sure

- Worried?

"I guess... I don't know okay? What I do know is that completing my mission will be slightly more difficult without Connor." I lied, avoiding his eyes. Hank's eyes stayed on me before he just nodded and turned to his computer. 

"It's just...You look... Worried, frustrated, stressed." He answered. "I didn't think robots could feel that." He said, turning to me. I refused to look at him. 

"I'm not a deviant if that's what you're implying," I said. He looked back at his computer.

"Then what are you? An android with human emotions?" He asked. I looked down at my hands, removing the skin and looking at the shiny white metal of my actual body. I let out what I would presume a sigh and fazed the skin back. 

"I don't know, Lieutenant," I answered. He hummed in response, turning away. "If I am a deviant..." I started. Hank's eyes moved to me but keeping his face toward the computer screen. "Then I could fail my mission... If I fail in my mission, they'll take my back. Deactivate me, take me apart, figure out why I failed." I whispered. "I'm... Scared of being deactivated." I finished. I ran a hand through my hair, focusing my attention on the computer. "Nevermind, forget that I said anything. Please look into the case about the runaway Androids." 

"(Y/N)-" He started. 

"Hello, Lieutenant. Hello, Detective." Connor said, walking up to the two of us. "My name is Connor. I am the android sent by Cyberlife." 

"Holy shit," Hank mumbled. I jumped out of my seat, wrapping my arms around Connor without a second thought. 

"I appreciate the warm welcoming, (Y/N)." Connor smiled, returning a hug. I pulled from his arms, smiling at him before bring up my hand and smacked him across the face. His head followed the slap before he looked back at me, his expression the same.

"You worried me sick, Connor! I thought you died!" I yelled. 

"I can't die. I'm not alive." Connor replied. 

"No shit." Hank scoffed. "We watched the bullet go through your forehead." He glared. 

"My predecessor was unfortunately destroyed, but Cyberlife transferred its memory and sent me to replace it. This incident should not affect the investigation." 

"Uh, Jesus." I groaned. "I never thought about that." 

"What the fuck, so every time you die, you're just going to come back?" Hank asked. 

"A machine was destroyed. And another machine was sent to replace it. I don't understand what's bothering you." 

"Okay, fuck you," Hank said, turning to grab the coffee off his desk. He then turned back to us and started walking by, glancing at Connor. "fuck. you" He said before leaving. I glared at Connor, 

"I don't see why I was so worried about you," I said, turning to follow Hank. 

"You can't worry," Connor said, grabbing my wrist. I turned, fear rising through me. "You're an Android." He said, narrowing his eyes. I attempted to tear my wrist from his grasp but he was surprisingly stronger. 

"I know what I am, and what I am not." I snapped, wiggling my arm to escape his grip. He pulled me to him before sliding his fingers down to my palm, taking a hold of my hand and pulling me through the offices. 

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"You're experiencing emotions." Connor started. I narrowed my eyes at him,

"So?" I asked. 

"We must get you fixed," he said. 

"What! NO!" I yelled, grabbing onto a ledge. 

"Don't resist!" He yelled, tugging me. He grabbed both of my hands and pulled me out, shoving me into a self-driving car. 

"Where are we going? Cyberlife?!" I asked. 

"No, we're going to Hank's first, I must give him a report about this." He said. I glared at him. At it. 

"What will you get out of me being a machine?" I asked. 

"A completed mission." He said coldly. 

- Convert

I reached out and grabbed his hand, the skin from my hand creeping away as his LED light flashed from yellow to red before stopping at Blue. His eyes softened at the sight of me as I let go of him. We arrived at Hank's and Connor got out in silence, walking up to the door. I followed closely behind as we walked right in rather than knocking. I instantly ran over to Sumo, petting the adorable pup. Connor chuckled at this. 

"Lieutenant!" Connor yelled. Hank walked out of his room, looking at Connor before narrowing his eyes. 

"Doesn't your software know how to 'Knock'?" He glared. Connor stayed silent. 

"What do you want for Dinner, Hank? I have thousands of Recipes downloaded and ready to be uploaded." I said, turning to the man. 

"Whatever, I don't really care. I'm not hungry." He said. 

"You don't have many nutrients," I said. 

"Did you just scan me?" He asked. I looked away, awkwardly chuckling. 

"Maybe," I said, turning to the fridge. 

Hank scoffed, moving himself to the Kitchen before sitting on the couch. Connor joined me in the kitchen, coming up behind me as he reached into the fridge. 

"May I volunteer my help?" He asked. I shrugged, turning to the stove. 

"Pour a cup of milk," I said. Connor nodded, pulling out the carton. He poured a perfectly leveled cup of milk before walking toward me. His foot hit an uneven corner of tile on the floor, causing him to spill the milk slightly. 

"Shit." He whispered. 

"What was that?" Hank asked from the living room. 

"Did you just...?" I asked, smirking slightly. I turned to Hank. "Oh look, you're a bad influence. You ruined poor Connor." I teasingly lectured. 

"Why the fuck am I the one being blamed?" Hank asked. I raised an eyebrow at the man. 

"Okay, fine. Whatever." He said before going back to his original position on the couch. Connor grabbed a handful of paper towels and began wiping up the spilled liquid. Connor through them away before turning to me. 

"Oops." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. I chuckled as well, 

"It's okay." I smiled, turning to the oven and getting started with Hank's dinner. 

(Word count: 1232)

(Man, this one was shit. I didn't really have a goal or anything, so this one was kinda pointless?)