METAL GUARD DOG ⊳ connor x reader

Ch. IV

"Hop in." (Y/n) looked at Connor and gestured to the open bus doors. Aware that he lacked any other options, the deviant could only obey.

The bus closed seconds after (y/n) and a few other people had gotten on too, a low rumble vibrating below their feet as they started moving. The vehicle was strangely empty, but then again, it was starting to get late. Connor's inner clock estimated it to be roughly 9 pm, and the dawn that shone through the bus windows and caused him to squint only confirmed it.

This reminded Connor of his time as a machine, when he took a bus to Ferndale station to find Jericho. When Markus had been the one to finally turn him deviant, and then die only minutes after that. How he had been asked to resume control of the Android revolution, only to be forced to kill himself after Cyberlife revealed it had all been going according to plan.

The moment he put that gun under his chin, he hadn't ever thought he'd see daylight again. Yet here he was, 30 years later, the dawning sun warming his cheeks.

"Stay close, I've got some business to take care of." (Y/n) interrupted his thoughts, waiting for Connor to confirm. After he had given her a firm nod, she switched to staring at the floor, her neon purple glasses flickering with all sorts of colors, shapes, numbers and words flashing on the lenses. (Y/n) seemed to be controlling them with nothing but her eyes, Connor concluded after a few minutes of watching her.

What an interesting devic-

"Heey, big boy. Where ya headed to?"

Connor furrowed his brows upon hearing the smoky, dulcet voice whisper the words closer to his left ear than he was comfortable with. He wanted to move away, only to realize that (y/n) had also disabled his leg movement.

Shit.

"Home." He answered, and for the first time, a cold, icy current tugged at the wires in his abdomen, and his thirium pump skipped a beat. Fear. He couldn't move, and (y/n) was distracted by her device. He was, quite literally, at that person's mercy.

"Who you with, that Bio girl?" The voice continued, finally stepping in front of Connor so that he could observe them. Light purple skin, green, shoulder length hair, neither male nor female features. Android components. And they nodded towards (y/n).

"Bio?" As in natural? Connor wondered. A lot of strange terms seemed to be thrown around on the streets of Detroit.

"Human." The purple-skinned Android explained, a long, slim tongue with two ends slithering out from between their teeth. "You're really old fashioned, aren't you?"

"Yes, I...prefer oldschool terms." Connor rushed to cover up his mistake. If he was friendly enough to this...person, they might just be willing to help him escape. "What is your name?"

"Huxley." They smiled softly and reached up to Connor's head. For a second, he failed to understand what they were trying to do, a shiver crawling down his spine. "An LED? Classic, yet original. Interesting choice of features."

"Thank you."

Why had so much saliva suddenly gathered in his mouth, and why were his synthmuscles tense, in spite of the current already going through him because of (y/n)'s device? He swallowed, hoping the small gesture had gone by unnoticed. It hadn't.

"I take it you like the 30s?"

"Yes."

"What's your name, pretty boy?" Huxley tilted their head, wide grin playing on their unnatural features.

"My name is Con-"

"-rad. His name is Conrad. And he's with me." (Y/n) stepped between him and the stranger. "Now piss off, you fucking Mecha."

"Make me, Bio girl." Huxley hissed back, a smile settling on their features. "Your pathetic human body can't even land a punch on mine."

They grabbed (y/n) by the collar of her black coat and rammed her against two bus seats. (Y/n) had to stand on her tiptoes when the Android lifted her up. She only let out a wince, however her eyes didn't leave the Android's face, not even for a second. Connor could've sworn he saw something flash on the lenses.

"Alabama, 14th of November, 2039."

"Wait, is th-" Huxley's grip on her jacket faltered as (y/n) was slowly dropped back down.

"Your birth date and place, yeah." A satisfied smirk settled on the girl's features. "But there's much more where that came from. Interested in hearing about your criminal record?"

"You fucking bitch!" Huxley took a step backwards, jaw clenched as they continued looking at (y/n), perhaps in a hopeless attempt to stare her down.

She only slithered a hand inside her pocket, taking a quick look outside the bus window.

"Guess that's our stop, Conrad. C'mon."

She had enabled his leg movement and nodded for him to follow. Seconds later, the both of them had hopped off the bus, (y/n) confidently leading the way.

The streets were already flooded with darkness, and Connor found himself walking as close to the streetlights as he could. Was it some sort of defense mechanism? He didn't know.

"How did you do that?" He found the courage to ask only a few minutes of walking.

"Well, Conrad," She offered him a meaningful smile. "A good magician never reveals the secret behind their tricks. Especially not on the streets. Hold your questions back, and I'll answer some once I get the both of us home safely."

That was disappointing.

Did (y/n) have some sort of trust issues? Paranoia? Or maybe he was the problem? Should he try a different approach? Maybe Connor could try being more stern, or aggressive, just like he used to when it came to interrogations. Though he was in no position to pull off any power games, at least not at the moment. He'd have to get rid of (y/n)'s device first.

"Well, here we are." (Y/n) stopped suddenly, and Connor looked around. They were beside the shore, staring out onto the immaculate surface of water. Lake St. Clair, he noted. Though he had no idea why she was gesturing towards the body of water.

"I'm afraid I cannot follow, (y/n)."

"Let me reiterate. I live in that boat, right over there."