20+ Hannor Oneshots

Self-Destruction

Perhaps Connor wasn't as thorough in cleansing Hank of his bad habits as he had thought.

RK900 had told him that Hank seemed rather tipsy, and after a breif scan he realised the officer did in fact have alcohol in his system, even if only a little.

Him being back to old routine was compounded when Hank left before Connor, and proved when his partner found him completely hammered, slumped on the sofa with several bottles next to him, a revolver with a bullet left in (two shots away from killing him, Connor noted drily) and a boxcutter.

He swiftly disposed of the bottles and had to restrain himself from crushing the gun, instead placing it in a draw. He slapped his face to awake him, just as he had the first time he had found him like this, and Hank jerked, eyes wide.

"Whu-uuuh, what r'ya doin' in my houssse? Geddout!" he snapped. Connor rolled his eyes, patience thin in the depths of his anxiety. His hands balled into painful fists, nails carving thin crescents into his synthetic skin. He bit painfully into his lower lip. "I'm afraid i can't, *lieutenant*" he said sharply, feeling a sense of deja vu, pronouncing the title as if it were a particularly vile cuss.

Hank offered vague mumbled protests as Connor hauled him to the bathroom before quickly fleeing so he wouldn't be able to hear the sounds of vomit sure to come.

His eyes were drawn back to the weapon on the sofa seat, and he felt his throat clench.

"What were you doing with the boxcutter?" he shouted, trying not to shake. There was a beat of silence before the older replied. "Nothin' important, just swingin' it around!"

Connor shook his head and placed it on the countertop, before walking back in to see a dazed Hank splashing water onto his face and clutching his arm awkwardly.

"Hank. We need to talk"

He turned to him, grey hair obscuring his vision. "Not reallllly, no" he grumbled, slurring. "Nothing ta talk abouttt, I'm fineeee"

"Why do you insist on telling me you're fine?!" Connor exploded, brown eyes almost seeming to flash in the light. "You sell me all this crap about you getting better, you make me beleive you're okay, and then you do THIS to me?! I can't live like this- i can't live knowing even with so much progress you might just go back to drinking and I'll find you dead-" his rambling stilted as his breath caught sour in his throat. He made a choking sound, eyes stinging, though he couldn't really cry.

Hank had frozen, staring at him with his jaw agape. He was still clearly drunk but cleared up enough to at least comprehend what Connor was saying, and he looked profoundly guilty.

"I.. Look, kid-" he started, clearly restraining slurring, but still shook on his feet, eyes fogged. Connor moved to steady him, but something caught inside of him and he didn't, and Hank fell roughly against the wall. His eyes were hard even as the stinging intensified. "Hank, i- i need some time. Away"

He walked out before Hank could reply.

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"Con?"

Connor tensed at his desk, the clock ticking indicating the end of the day and thus time to leave. His LED had been circling a bloody red all day, and he had refused to even talk to his partner. The rest of the office could sense the tension and left them alone, even Reed, who seemed to be hanging around RK900 more anyway.

"What is it, Anderson" he said sharply, even as his voice tremored. Hank flinched, turning away. "Fine, nevermind-" he hissed, slinging on his jacket, but Connor stood up even quicker. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry lieutenant, i don't like to snap" he said weakly. "I'm just.. We need to talk"

"In the car, then. Not here" he said, and Connor nodded in agreement. The moment they were seated in the vehicle, the deviant placed his hand on Hank's wrist. He tensed, and he had to fight not to flinch at the hurt he felt when Hank withdrew, eyes narrowed as if he didn't trust him.

"Hank" he said softly, leaning forward even as his target moved back. "I want to help you. But i can only do so if you let me, and if you try yourself"

Hank sighed. "Okay, fine. What do we do first?"