Just a MACHINE | Connor X OC / Reader Detroit: Become Human

Chapter Four | Again??

Sam's POV

I was finally let out of the hospital with some pain medicine, and some extra bandages (seeing as I didn't have any at home.)

Captain Fowler told me to take a couple days off-- and as much as I hated it; I knew he was right. It's better for me.

I wanted to call Hank. Maybe even Connor; I was just so bored.

I have no friends, besides people on the force; but hey, this might give me a chance to make new friends.

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I headed out, and ordered a taxi to bring me more into the city. I've hardly ever just walked around, and admired Detroit. I've just done my job, then headed home.

It was nice.

After about an hour of walking around, I literally accidentally bumped into this man.

I was a bit worried, seeing as I was in the 'in between' part of Detroit. Not the worst part, not the best, but I was there.

The man soon introduced himself as Markus, and I was pleased to meet him. He wore a long cloak (at first, I thought he was a hobo) and shaggy pants.

He was extremely polite though. As we walked, I noticed someone chasing an.. android? I think. It's hard to tell, but they both seem to be moving perfectly.

Is that Connor?? Who is he chasing

Oh god, I shouldn't do this.

"I'm incredibly sorry, Markus! I have to leave! here's my, uh, card. Call me in about three days, and I'll give you my real number." I quickly handed him my number from the office, and studied the buildings.

I was 95% sure they were going to get caught on the roof of a certain building; there was no where else to go from there. So that's where I ran.

I excused myself at the reception desk, with no time to talk, and ran to the stairs; following them all the way to the top.

Oh god, my chest hurt like a badger's arse.

I seen Hank not too far, and Connor on the deviant's tail.

The deviant made it to the roof I was on, so I attacked; soon, Hank was cursing and yelling as he tried to get me away. I was shoved by Hank, and ended up behind the deviant.

The android turned around, punched me square in the face, then shoved me away; and once again, he faced Hank.

I tumbled backwards, and tripped over the edge of the building; I tried to regain my balance, and I was able to grab the ledge-- but I didn't make it; my stomach ended up scraping against the side of the building, and there was blood in several other areas as well. I heard Connor and Hank yell.

"FUCK!" Hank's voice was far, but it still rolled over the edge.

"Lieutenant! Samantha!" Connor panicked-- I could hear it in his voice.

Did we both fall??

"Save Hank, Connor! D-Don't worry about me! Please!" I know I was scared of dying; but between Hank and I, I would rather sacrifice myself.

I heard footsteps fading away, and I started hyperventilating.

I looked down. And boy, was that stupid.

It started getting extremely hot. My stomach twisted, and curled, and I could hardly breath. My chest hurt. I might cry. I think I'm gonna cry. Shit. I'm crying.

My fingers were slipping. Oh god, I just want it to be over. This is worse than getting shot-- This is.. This is.. Oh god. I think I'm having a panic attack!

I screamed as more tears fell.

"GRAB OUR HANDS!" Connor yelled. I looked up, and seen both of the boys on each side of me. I gave my left hand to Hank, and my right to Connor.

Once I was on the roof again, I stumbled to my knees, and crawled a few feet away.

I pulled my knees to my chest, and started sobbing.

"Sam! What are you fucking doing here?? It's your day off-- how did you even get here??" Hank kept yelling at me, but I tried tuning it out.

What if Hank would have died?? What if I would have died??

Connor kind of looked angry as well. Why???

All these questions! Urgh.

"You just got shot five days ago-- and you're already trying to kill yourself! I thought you were scared... of dying..." Connor's voice started off as a yell, but slowly turned into regret. Almost as if he felt bad.

He sunk down to my level in front of me, and gave me a reassuring look.

"I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me; here, let me check to see how bad you got hurt." He gently lifted up my shirt, and looked at the skidded marks on the right side of my stomach.

I looked at Hank, and seen him wallowing around with his head in his hands.

"I-i'm so sorry, Hank.. I just seen you guys running-- I thought I could help." He stopped in his tracks, and gave me a sharp look.

"Well just because you can, doesn't mean you should! Maybe if you thought before you did, you wouldn't have almost died twice in one week!!" He paused. "I'm gonna go wait in the car..."

Hank walked away; a scold spread across his face.

"I didn't mean to, Connor... I just wanted to help.. Are you angry at me..?" I was worried. Has he developed feelings??? Is his first form of emotion, anger for me??

"N-No. I can't physically or mentally feel anything.. It's not possible for me to be angry. I'm just a machine; I am glad-- or, well.. I guess relieved that you are okay, though."

I didn't respond as he scanned my stomach; lightly tracing his thumb over the cuts, and gashes.

I tried not to wince, because I actually really enjoyed this.

He helped me stand up, and held his arm out for me to take. "Don't let go, I don't want you to fall."

I nodded, and slowly sulked my way to Hank's car with Connor.

I'm sorry..

A/N: Wow. What an eventful few first chapters 😂 it's alright, it'll calm down soon. Requests are always welcome!

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