Just a MACHINE | Connor X OC / Reader Detroit: Become Human

Chapter Twenty-eight | There's No Denying It Now.

Connor's POV

As Sam leaned against him, he had trouble keeping silent. The parts she touched, killed him! He had been avoiding this as best he could; but she was making it impossible!

He didn't know why, and he didn't exactly want to know why she made him feel this way. He wanted it gone.

I shouldn't have already started to feel! It's not right-- I was just reset! He thought to himself. Although, it was only an excuse.

I shouldn't have these feelings!!... He breathed in a heavy sigh, and let it all out.

And I don't. He reminded himself.

I was reset, and I don't feel a thing.

He brought his lips a touch up-- almost as if he were to smile. I don't feel a thing.

He held Samantha's hand as a way of comforting her.. Not for any other reason. Because what other reasons would there be?

None. That's it. No. Other. Reason.

Sam's POV

It took about two hours, but the power maintenance guys finally got the door open.

I was now sitting at my desk; bleakness flooding over me as I thought about Turner. He was free to go, so now he's out roaming around-- and who knows where he's going next??

I could get a restraining order.

Smart thinking, Sam!!--

I was interrupted mid thought, when Captain Fowler spoke up; standing between our desks.

"I would like to speak with the three of you in my office. Two minutes; it's mandatory. No dilly-dallying while you wait." He walked back toward his office, leaving the three of us confused-- well, maybe not so much Connor.

"A-Are we in trouble?" I asked; looking over at Hank and Connor. Hank shrugged as Connor scrutinized my face.

"I know as much as you do." Hank responded.

I turned away, took my phone out of my back pocket, and set it on my desk. I didn't want it going off during the small meeting thing we were having.

*~*~*

Hank sat across from Fowler at his desk, and Connor and I were stood up around him; me, crossing my arms.

"I'm going to jump straight to the point; I'm cutting you all from the deviant cases. I've given you as much time as I could, and--"

"--We were so fuckin close, Jeffree! We can't stop now!" Hank argued.

"Don't interrupt me again. I can't give you any more time to find Markus--"

"--Wait, Markus?" I paused, finding ways to carefully form my next sentence. "Wh-Who's Markus?" I questioned nervously. Of course I knew who he was-- I fucking jumped off a bridge with him-- but I wanted to know what they wanted him for.

Did they find Jericho?? Shit.

"The fuck did I just say?? 'Don't interrupt me'! Got it? And he's the leader of the deviants, so-to-speak. God, you didn't even know this?" He asked; that last part directed toward me.

THOSE WERE MARKUS' EYES-- OH MY GOD I'M A FUCKING IDIOT!!

Truth is, though; my mind has been all over the place lately-- like, fuck. It's been everywhere.

Of course I didn't say this, because he would think that I was just making up excuses, so I kept my mouth shut.

"Connor is going to be sent back to Cyberlife soon to get deactivated, and you two will go back to solving human homicides. That's it-- no more discussions. Now, please leave my office, I have things to do." Fowler finished, as he pointed to the door.