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

Chapter Twenty-seven | Locked In.

Sam’s POV

I only got about three hours of sleep last night, but I was super hyped up for today; I had the things ready, and I was certain at least one of them would work.

I'm gonna bring you back, Connor.

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Hank, Connor, and I were all hanging out in the kitchen, when Captain Fowler entered the room.

“Turner Parker has been sitting in that cell for the past few days now, are any of you going to do something about it? Interrogate him or something? I can't have people stayin here as if it's a homeless shelter! Do something with him, or he's cut. Today.” He walked back to his office with a scoff on his face.

“Oh my god! This is perfect!” I squealed. “I completely forgot about his sorry ass until now, but maybe it'll trigger something in Connor’s mind!”

Hank nodded, and followed Connor and I to his cell. He grabbed the key from his pocket, and I quickly ran to get the handcuffs.

About five minutes later, we were watching as Connor interrogated my dad. Technically the crime has already been solved; he hit me. That's all. I just want to know exactly why he killed my mom. He had never had a mean bone in his body, up until the year before her death; and I wanted to know what happened to him.

I told Connor the gist of what I wanted, and he grudgingly accepted.

He started off quiet, then steadily increased his voice into a yell.

“You killed your wife!! YOU BEAT YOUR WIFE, AND KILLED HER! WHY DID YOU DO IT?? ANSWER ME!” He slammed his fists on the table, and I noticed my-- Turner-- wince.

Hank put his hand on my shoulder, and squeezed. “Maybe you shouldn't be in here… You shouldn't have to see this.”

“No. I have to see this. I need to know why he did it--"

“Holdin him captive isn't gonna resolve anything, Sam. Technically he's only in here for hitting you-- which that bastard shouldn't have done-- but he already went away for her death. Legally he doesn't have to speak a word of it unless he feels like it.” Hank explained; the sound of defeat filling his voice.

I could tell it was hard for him to speak about it-- and I couldn't blame him. They used to be best friends. All three of them, actually. But he grew up with Turner. I think they even shared an apartment for a short time after highschool..

“I know. I shouldn’t have made Connor do this-- let me go get him..” I felt a bit shameful and selfish as I tapped on the door gently. The yelling stopped, and Connor opened the door.

“Is something wrong, Samantha?” He asked as he tilted his head.

God, I hate that he makes me feel this way.

He closed the door behind me as I entered the small room.

“U-Um, yes.. Let’s stop. No matter how much I hate him; this is wrong. I’m sorry for making you do this.” He agreed hesitantly; LED flickering yellow. I was about to walk over to Turner, when he stood up instantly, and pulled out a pocket knife from his pants.

Connor shoved me behind him protectively, and held his arms out.

“Where did you get that??” Connor questioned. Behind me, I heard someone pounding on the door.

Are we locked in??

“The guy in the cell next to me. I don’t know where he hid it, but he said that information was exclusive, so..” He responded nonchalantly.