Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

Scared of The Dark

Lil bit of fluff for the soul UwU (plzkillme-)

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A casual evening after work, Gavin did what he always does. He sat around in his apartment, drinking a mug of hot coffee while watching the TV. It was a quiet moment of bliss for him, work just stressed him out and he hated everyone there.

Well... nearly everyone there.

He flicked through the TV channels, a bored expression on his face. Nothing good was on at all, leaving Gavin with nothing to watch. He decided to just leave it on a random channel and was about to go and make another coffee when he heard the doorbell to his apartment ring.

"For fucks sake..." he mumbled, looking up at the clock and noticing it was almost midnight. There was only one person who came around at that time of the night. He put his empty mug down and went over to the front door, opening it up and yep, it was Conan, just like he'd suspected.

"The fuck do you want, tin can?" he grumbled, more demanding for an answer than asking. Conan simply held up a bag of groceries.

"The last time I was here I noticed how you had no fresh food around, meaning that you aren't eating proper meals. I decided to go shopping to get you enough food for a week's worth of meals," he explained before quickly scanning over the kitchen as he could see it from the doorway, "Judging by the lack of heat coming from your cooker, you haven't had any dinner yet, have you?" Gavin almost laughed. Almost. So the tin can had decided to go shopping for him, how... nice? Well, It's not like he had to thank the piece of plastic, he didn't need to do anything for an android.

"Whatever. Just leave the bag on the counter and then get out," he grumbled, going back to what he was doing before: making a coffee. Conan stepped inside and closed the door behind him, putting the bag on the side and beginning to unpack the food, putting it into the cupboards or the fridge, where ever it needed to go. Conan then began to look for cooking appliances. Gavin looked at him in confusion.

"The fuck are you doing now?" he grumbled, raising an eyebrow. Conan didn't look up as he answered.

"As I said, I know you haven't eaten dinner yet. I'm going to cook a meal for you." That took Gavin by surprise.

"Is cooking even part of your programming?" Gavin asked, wondering how a detective android knew how to cook. Conan shrugged.

"I downloaded a couple of recipes into my database. I'm programmed to follow instructions so following a recipe shouldn't be a problem," he replied simply as if explaining something to a child. Gavin rolled his eyes.

"Whatever then, don't fuck up my kitchen," he mumbled as he headed back to the living room with a fresh coffee, not hearing Conan's snarky remark of how the kitchen was already fucked up.

Gavin sat back down on the couch, huffing as he decided to check the news. Oh good, the weather forecast was on. Oh fuck, there was a storm coming.

Gavin had a secret fear that he'd never told anyone about. He was scared shitless of storms, more specifically the effects of a storm. Power outages were the worst part as Gavin couldn't stand the dark. It scared him to the point of tears, yet he would never admit that. He could already hear the thunder rumbling in the distance outside his apartment.

He felt a little better when he smelt the cooking food coming from the kitchen, it actually smelt really good and Gavin remembered just how hungry he was since he hadn't eaten since around 10am.

A few minutes later, Conan came back into the living room and handed Gavin the plate of food and a knife and fork, sitting down next to him afterwards. Gavin let out a grunt which Conan would take as the closest think to a 'thank you' that he would hear from Gavin.

Gavin began to wolf down the food, curing his hunger. The food was actually really good, perhaps he could allow Conan to cook for him more often. Wait, hell  no! He wasn't going to allow that damn android to keep coming back into his apartment, no way in hell!

But still... the food was really damn good.

Gavin had almost finished the meal when he heard the thunder again, it was louder now, making him jump slightly. Conan took note of his reaction but didn't say anything. Gavin finished and placed the plate down on the table. He then glanced at Conan who was looking at him.

"You can get the fuck out now," Gavin mumbled, leaning back on the couch. Conan shook his head.

"I don't think that's a good idea with this storm approaching," Conan replied, making Gavin raise an eyebrow, then he added on, "Especially with your fear of them."

That made Gavin's face heat up in embarrassment. He immediately lashed out, punching Conan in the chest which winded him a little.

"Fuck you! I'm not scared of storms you oversized microwave! Now get the fuck out of my apartment!" He yelled. Conan frowned as he regathered himself, a simulated sigh leaving his synthetic lips.

"Alright then, If you insist-" He didn't get to finish. The lights flickered before all the power in the apartment block went out, leaving them in the pitch black, the only speck of light was coming from Conan's LED. Gavin yelped as they were plunged into darkness. He pulled his knees up to his chest and began to shake. He hated the dark, he really fucking hated it.

Thank's to Conan's advanced technology, he could easily turn his night vision on. He looked over at Gavin and frowned, tilting his head. He'd never seen Gavin look so scared and vulnerable before. He then heard a whimper and a sniffle. Was Gavin... crying?

Software Instability ^

"...Detective Reed?" Conan said softly through the darkness. Gavin jumped, he seemed to forget Conan was there.

"F-Fuck off.... l-leave me a-alone..." he mumbled, still shaking. He didn't want to be seen in this state, especially not by a stupid plastic android. Conan could tell that Gavin was terrified. It was fairly obvious.

Conan did what he thought was best in this situation and was honestly preparing for the worst outcome. He shuffled closer and wrapped his arms around Gavin, pulling him closer and holding him in a hug, trying to comfort him and calm him down in the darkness.

Gavin did the unexpected.

He didn't move away from Conan's embrace, instead he actually got closer, sniffling as he cuddled into Conan.

Software Instability ^  

The warm embrace was comforting, calming him down a bit. He didn't even care how embarrassing this was, he just needed to be close to someone. Being alone in the dark was scary.

Maybe he would consider inviting Conan round sometimes, especially if there was a storm due.