Deviant Hunter of New Detroit- A Detroit: Become Human Fanfiction

Chapter 14: Balancing Imbalance In A New Life

Kara was more than a little confused when Hank didn't drive to Frankenmuth with them. They were driving along, and he pulled into somewhere else.

"Alright, out." Hank opened his door and then Kara's door. "Connor wanted you to see it first. At this stage, I don't know why. Something about being more fair or some shit."

Kara moved out, followed by Alice. It was a simple one-story, small house. White. Trimmed with red and a red door. The front yard had no grass only weeds. It looked abandoned. Not terribly out of sorts, but it did have a striking feel to it no one had lived there in years.

"Kara?" Alice asked. "Is this home?"

Kara turned to look toward Hank, not understanding what was going on.

"Wait for your dad to come and explain," Hank said.

Dad? What? Kara watched Connor's truck pull onto the side of the house too. He got out, bringing a curious Max that was looking everywhere but straight.

"What do you think?" Connor asked. "Look into the windows if you want."

Confusion. Kara moved over to look into the windows.

"A kitchen for the soda. A place to be out of the rain. A place to be out of the public eye, until or if New Detroit opens back up," Connor said. He peered in it himself. "It takes time for everything to be finalized. It's not half as nice as the place we had for less than 24 hours, or even my first chosen place, but it will work."

"Finalized?" Kara asked.

"Connor told me to buy it some time ago," Hank said. "I did it using his money."

Buy? Was he nuts? Kara looked at him.

"Does it meet with your satisfaction?" Connor asked her. "It will allow all of us to work on our imbalances, while learning to rebalance ourselves out here. It's not the greatest of places."

"It's a dump," Hank offered for him.

"But it will serve all of our needs, including a backyard for the children to play in for their needs. The kitchen is big enough to put soda in, fulfilling our blue blood soda drinking need. With most of our actions becoming satisfied, we should make it through easier once we attain it."

Okay, that made sense. They couldn't stay with Hank forever. Kara looked back in. "Why not just rent though, Connor? There's no telling when we have to pull up and go."

"We may eventually have to, but it's best to have a stable place," Connor said. "Even if we don't use electricity or heat, it would still be a home in the most dire of consequences."

What? "It's a bad idea," Kara tried again. "You never had a value number anyway except for soda, how can you afford this?" Mistake.

"I delivered soda, I made something," Connor reminded her. "Besides, I told you that night I dropped you off the ledge. Markus tried to help out. He did. I just kept it because I didn't assume New Detroit would be the end all. Plus, I had Hank access your true value numbers and gave him the steps to steal inside of it."

"People found something by then anyhow," Hank said in his defense. "If they thought the free paychecks would stay there forever, they should know better. Besides, now no one gets those paychecks and I guarantee asshole presidents aren't thinking about how to split those accounts anymore. Bye bye, everything in it's gonna go to the government."

He looked back toward Connor though. "From what you can afford, and what you should do?" Hank seemed like he was trying to convince Connor too. "Rent on the go." Connor didn't answer.