A Learning Experience (Connor x OC)

Reassurance

"Hank, are you sure I'll be ok?"

"Jesus, Connor, you've been asking the same damn question for the past 30 minutes. You'll be fine."

Margaret watched with amusement from the kitchen table as Connor fiddled with the buttons on his shirt. What with androids finally setting into society, many were hoping to join the workforce just like humans. Although, the laws stated there must be an equal amount of humans and androids hired at the same establishment.

Of course, Connor jumped at the first opportunity and wanted to apply to the police station. It would seem so perfect for him to return as an actual enforcer, instead of just being CyberLife's puppet. Hank had bought him some clothes similar to his CyberLife jacket and button down, however without all the logos. The only thing distinguishing Connor from a human was his LED.

"Look, you can't fuck this up. You're literally made for this job. Fowler would be dumb to not accept you. He knew how well you did on the previous investigation," Hank said.

Hank put his hand on Connor's shoulder. "You'll be fine, Connor."

Connor remained tight-lipped and nodded. He checked his electronic resume once more, double checking that he had everything right. CyberLife had equipped him with information of all his features and his abilities. His resume was long and impressive, yet he still felt an internal nervousness of the idea of the interview.

"I'm gonna wait outside in the car. When you're ready, we'll leave," Hank motioned to the car with his thumb and walked away.

Connor sat down next to Margaret at the kitchen table, his face filled with worry. Margaret watched him quietly as he took the time to recover from his  emotions.

Margaret reached over and squeezed his hand to remind him that she was with him in this troubling moment. Connor snapped his head up back to reality, only to sink his head back down in embarrassment.

"You'll be fine, Connor. Like Hank said, you're a natural at this. I'm sure Fowler won't even look twice at you to accept you," Margaret said in a soothing voice.

"I understand all of my qualifications are more than optimal for the positions, but I still feel an...uneasiness when I think about the job," Connor admits.

Margaret smiled at him knowingly, "Most humans do, Connor. You might be nervous now, but you'll feel better when you're actually getting interviewed. It'll be over before you know it."

Connor nodded simply at her advice, and then tilted his head at her. "What about you, Margaret? Will you not apply for a position at the police station?"

Margaret slumped back into her chair and lowered her gaze. "I...I'm not sure they'd accept me, Connor. I don't think CyberLife former employees have the greatest reputation right now," she said in dismay.

"Wasn't I, a CyberLife employee?"

Margaret shook her head. "No, you were sent by CyberLife without much choice," Margaret lowered her voice, "I, however, had full control of my life and for who I worked for. Im just suffering the consequences of my actions."

"I find this highly illogical, Margaret. Most CyberLife employees were being manipulated and lied to, you were a victim of their lies," Connor refused her reasoning.

"Connor, I might have been blinded, but I'm not stupid! I should have seen the signs and that was that," she said more sternly.

"How will you know if you never try? Unfortunately, you cannot live in the past, you have to move on like everyone else."

Margaret sighed and pouted at Connor's words. He was absolutely right. As much as she believed she deserved to pay back for her misdeeds, she couldn't rot away in Hank's home the rest of her life. Like he said...she needed to move on.

"I'll...look into position at the station,"Margaret finally gave in. "But don't expect anything from the Captain. If he denies my application we leave it at that, got it?"

Connor smiled, "Got it."

"You know, I was supposed to be the one cheering you up," Margaret said half-joking.

"It was a mutual uplifting."

Margaret chuckled. "Well...you don't want to leave Hank waiting, right? He's gonna give you a earful if you don't hurry."

Connor snapped up from his chair in a hurry, realizing that he didn't want to be late to his first interview. "My apologies, Margaret, you're absolutely right, I must go."

Margaret got up from her chair and motioned him away. "Go, do you whatcha do. But first..." Margaret walked around the table to stand in front of Connor.

"You need to fix this," Margaret grabbed his tie gently, and adjusted it back in place. She smoothed down his jacket and patted him in completion. "You'll do great, Connor," she smiled at him.

Without much warning, Margaret tiptoed and placed a brisk kiss on his cheek, and quickly scurried away into one of the rooms.

Connor remained completely still with his face completely blank. He gingerly touched his cheek where Margaret kissed him, and then looked back at his fingers in awe. It was an exhilarating feeling, how every time she could overwhelm his sensors, and leave him with no words left to say. He'd repay her back when he'd returned.