Detroit: Become Human One Shots [COMPLETED]

What's Wrong With You [RK800 x Reader x RK900]

[REQUESTED]

"Connor, could you hand me the stapler so that I can finish off this report?" You rubbed at your temples and released a soft groan.

"Of course Detective," he scanned his desk before grabbing the stapler and handing it over. 

"Thank you Connor." You stapled the papers together, handing both the stapler and report back to the RK800. "Would you mind taking this to the captain?" He responded with a soft nod and smile, taking the report from your grasp and pushing away from his position. 

As he walked towards Captain Fowler's office, you noticed the quieter android, Carter, the RK900, following Connor's retreating figure with narrowed eyes. "Uh, Carter? Are you alright?"

Snapping out of his daze, the RK900 straightened up in his chair, clearing his throat, "Of course. Why would I not be?" You shook your hand, dismissing it before turning back to your mountain of paperwork, waiting for Connor to return to help you.

"Detective, may I ask you a person question?" Breaking your eyes away from your work, you glance up at Carter through your eyelashes. "I see you've learned to ask personal questions from Connor." At the mention of his inferior model, the RK900 grits his teeth.

"Please answer this truthfully, detective," he holds eye contact with you, his gray eyes never faltering, "what are your feelings towards the RK800?" 

You choke on your saliva, smacking yourself in the chest to stop although it only caused more pain, "Excuse me?"

"I have analyzed the way you look at the RK800 model. It is a look that humans call a look of 'admiration.' Do you have such admiration for the RK800?" Carter's face was his usual stone-like face, one that you assumed was a facade due to his questioning. 

"I suppose Connor is a good detective. I admire his work." You try to divert the RK900 off your case, to leave you in privacy, which seemed to work as he nodded and turned back to Connor as he approached the desk.  

The Rk800 smiled at you, "Detective, Captain Fowler has given us permission to retire for the night. Is it alright if I accompany you home?" Suddenly, the RK900 android leaped up from his seat, "I can accompany her!" 

With a slight chuckle, you perk up, "Both of you can walk me home. Before we go though, Connor, can you grab me a coffee for the road?" 

"I can get it for you!" Carter runs towards the break room, leaving you and Connor clueless. You both deliver looks to one another, obviously questioning the newer androids behavior. 

He thrusts a steaming coffee into your hands, a grin on his face. "Thank you Carter." 

"It is my pleasure." With your free hand, you loop your arm through Connor's, but Connor is pushed aside, bumping into you. Your coffee slips from your grip and splatters onto the tile below. 

Looking up, you spot a cheesy Carter, "Carter, what's wrong with you? You just pushed Connor and made me drop my coffee!" 

Carter's face grew guilty as he moped towards the spill. You kneel beside him and take a handkerchief from your bag, wiping up the mess before he gets to. "No need to be so jealous Carter. It's not like Connor is my boyfriend."