Orders and Wonders - Connor/Kara Fanfiction

Betrayal

The fear had paralysed her, but had not stopped the chaos that had created inside her mind. Among many thoughts, her priority was Alice, but also the sinking feeling of betrayal. The man who stared at her with nothing, but apathy in his gaze and faced her with hostility in his actions almost made Kara doubt her memories. Was this the same android who had done nothing, but cared for them in the last few hours? She wanted to close her eyes and wish for anything, but this. Todd - Zlatko - Luther, any one of them could come for her right now, but she would not care. She just could not bear to face this man who had become so important to them. Yet her blue eyes remained wide open registering every emotion or lack thereof on his face. 

"The chase is over, deviant. You have wasted enough police resources and precious time in this game of hide and seek. Now you will quietly turn around with your hands behind your back and do nothing. Killing you is not a part of my mission, but it is an open option and I will not hesitate to use it." 

Alice whimpered from the corner of the car, her hands positioned over her ears while her eyes remained fixed on the shiny revolver. It seemed so wrong in his hands and she wished for nothing, but the coin that had bought her and Kara unbelievable joy. But things were not meant to be - Kara was in trouble because of her - it was all her fault and Mister Connor . . . he was not himself. This was not him. It could not be, but everything was the same - every single thing down to the crease on the side of his eyes to the forelock that always stood out.

"Turn around!" He demanded, his voice sharper than usual and brown eyes narrow with warning. The blue eyed deviant jumped in fright, her small shoulders clocking the sides of her face with the motion and two tears cascading down her cheeks. He stared longer at the trails it left behind that glistened from the snow outside and wondered just how far her programme had been corrupted for her to display such an intense emotion. An urge to interrogate her and draw answers from her gripped him, but her stress levels were already touching the eighty mark and he hadn't even started. It would be useless to send back a self-destructed android to Cyberlife and his instructions were to be violent if needed, but also stressed lethality should be the last resort. 

His mind flashed back to several hours ago, when he had sat high upon a tree. His agility had allowed him to scale such a tall tree in seconds despite the slippery weather conditions that had not affected him at all. At that vantage point, he had waited for a few minutes that had felt much too long. He had analysed his surroundings and had kept a special eye out for his unofficial, troublesome human partner who had a streak of unpredictability that went hand in hand with him. Unpredictability was never a good thing - especially not when it came to catching notorious deviants like this one. 

His wait had paid off when a portly human woman exited the house followed by his predecessor. At this point, he was left with more questions than answers. His predecessor was smiling kindly in response to the woman and would look over his shoulder towards the house every four seconds with something that humans would label as worry. Why was he - a machine emulating such human emotions? 

An hour after their departure, he had jumped from the thin branch and into the knee-high snow quietly. The deviant was now only a door away and the revolver inside his blazer pocket eagerly edged into his rib cage. He could not wait to accomplish his mission and set everything right again. And when the deviant greeted him with a smile on his face - he decided to let her direct the conversation. Anything he did not know could easily give him away, so when she mentioned Rose - he assumed she meant the portly woman he had seen his older self leave with. And with a few insistent pushes, he had her fooled. 

He focused on the foolish deviant now in the present moment who quivered like a leaf and then finally turned, her small hands peeking from the sides. He immediately clamped hard on them finding them to be fragile and cold in his own as he cuffed her with the electronic handcuff. She was tiny - built to be a housekeeper and do minimal tasks that required very little strength, yet this very deviant had kidnapped a child, killed two men, taken his predecessor hostage and somehow warped his mind in her deviancy and had managed to get so far in such a poorly weather. The odds had been completely in her favour, but now only doom awaited her.