Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

"No, no, NO!" (Part 14)

Okay this will be the last chapter for a few hours, I really need to start recording shit for the Q&A bc I've fallen behind ;v;

I'll update more later on tonight and perhaps in the day over the weekend since I have work in the evenings so I won't be online then asdfghjkl

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A week passed and Gavin was eventually released from the hospital. Conan drove Gavin back to his apartment since the doctors had advised that he didn't do any strenuous activities, such as driving, just in case he ripped his stitches. Once they arrived, Conan helped Gavin out of the car despite his complaints that he wasn't crippled. The two made their way up to the apartment and headed inside. Gavin felt glad to be home at last, those hospital beds weren't exactly very comfortable and don't even get him started on the food.

"I suppose we could head over to the Cyberlife tower tomorrow to see Markus. I'm sure he'll be very willing to help," Conan said with a soft smile as he went to the kitchen to make Gavin a coffee, also telling the short man to sit on the couch. Gavin nodded as he headed over to the couch and sat down carefully onto it, turning the TV on.

"What if he doesn't help us?" Gavin said, making Conan roll his eyes.

"You're always so pessimistic. He will help, don't worry. He's always willing to help out everyone," Conan said to reassure Gavin, bringing in the coffee he made and handing it to him, earning a small thank you.

Conan sat down next to Gavin and wrapped an arm around him, pulling him closer with a smile. Gavin blushed intensely but relaxed into the embrace, resting his head on Conan's shoulder. The two stayed like that for a long while, just watching the TV, Gavin sipping his coffee.

It was peaceful moments like this that Gavin loved, not that he would ever admit it though (baka). He then had a thought, not a positive one though.

"Conan? What if your memories aren't there though? Or what if we can't access them?" He asked and when Conan gave him a look of 'stop being pessimistic', he then added, "It's a serious question." Conan sighed.

"Well...It'll be unfortunate if I can't get my old ones back, but we can always make new memories?" Conan suggested softly, looking down at Gavin who was looking right back at him. Gavin nodded, a soft smile on his face. He wouldn't mind making new memories with Conan. Hell, Gavin was only 37, he still had many years of his life to spend with Conan.

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The next day, Conan woke up early, Gavin snuggled up in his arms as they lay in the bed. He smiled softly and gently played with Gavin's hair for a few minutes, messing it up a little bit. Eventually he pulled himself away, leaving the room quietly so that Gavin could have a bit more sleep. He went to the kitchen to begin making Gavin breakfast and he also called Fowler saying he would be taking a few days off to take care of Gavin since he was going to be on medical leave for a while.

After an hour or so, he heard Gavin getting up, the sound of grumbling coming from the bedroom. Gavin shuffled his way into the kitchen tiredly, picking up the coffee Conan slid over to him.

"Good morning, Gavin," He said as he continued cooking, almost finished making Gavin's breakfast. Gavin mumbled a reply, drinking more coffee.

"Are we going to the Cyberlife tower today?" he asked, downing the rest of the coffee before getting up to get another one. Conan nodded as he dished up the breakfast, passing it to Gavin and he took it, beginning to eat.

Gavin ate his food quickly and chugged the second cup of coffee, much to Conan's disapproval. Gavin seemed pretty eager to go to the Cyberlife tower, but Conan couldn't really blame him. The two decided to skip watching the weather for today and get their shoes and jackets on. Gavin had to have a bit of help though because of the stitches on his chest.

The two went out to the car and got in, Conan driving again on course. They made their way to the Cyberlife towers, and Conan couldn't help but feel nervous.