Detroit: Become Human - Oneshot Book!

| RK900 - 1 |

A/N: Y'all I'm a slut for Reed900 so I'll do one of them in the future, but rn I got a kinda angsty one! Enjoy!

The rain pattered on the sidewalk, thirium being washed away from its main source, to a nearby sewer drain. The android groaned with every step he took, his damaged parts making it difficult for him to walk. The RK900. The newest and most advanced model they have created got assaulted and was on the brink of destruction. He isn't necessarily sure how it happened in the first place, but all he knew was he needed to get to one place. No, it wasn't the hospital, that was too far away. But a female he was an acquaintance with. Well, she thought they were friends, but he didn't really pay mind to it. Thirium was slowly spilling out of his wounds, trying as fast as he could to get to the woman's apartment complex. Approaching the off-white building, he slowly climbs the stairs, almost falling over numerous times before finally knocking on your door. Holding his side, ounces of blue blood was spilling out, even painting the door of your apartment blue when he knocked. 

You opened the door, wondering who could be here this late a night. It was Conan. And he looked awful. "Holy shit, Conan! Fuck-" He almost fells forward onto the floor, but not before you caught him, almost falling under his weight. "P-ple-ase help m-me..." He groaned out, blue blood painting your foyer. "Don- Don't try to talk Conan, please, it'll only hurt you more than what you've already gotten yourself into." She dragged him over to her dining room and made him lay down on the table. "Don't move, I'll be back. Hang in there, I won't let you die. Not tonight." You ran down the hallway to retrieve some thirium bags and spare parts you had when you used to work on androids in the past. 

Returning from the short trip, you placed everything on the counter and proceeded to remove his clothes. Removing specific parts, and adding new ones, you gave him a thirium bag to drink and repaired him as much as you possibly could without the correct tools. He wasn't losing blood anymore, but parts of his synthetic skin were broken, showing the shiny white plastic hidden underneath. He was now in a sitting position, facing the female, admiring her handiwork. "Should I wash these, or...?" You were now holding the thirium soaked clothes in your hands, and he just simply nodded. "Alright, I'm pretty sure I have some clothes in a box somewhere, and if you want to shower, go ahead." You started to walk away when he finally spoke up. "I owe you my life, (Y/N). Thank you for helping me." A blush crept its way onto your face, and reality hit you. 

He was only in a pair of boxers. She took the rest of his clothes.

"Y-yeah, no problem. I'm gonna g-go get you some clothes, bye!" 

The male android watched you walk away into a different room, presumably the laundry room, and then to a room directly across from it, most likely your bedroom or a spare one. He looked around, analyzing the small space around him. There were some plants on the coffee table, along with some books, some bookshelves with picture frames and figurines on them, and then a half full dog bowl. But where was the dog? There were white hairs on the carpet and a jacket that was hanging on a chair to the left of him. You owned an Alaskan Malamute, but that's all he really knew at the moment. Finishing his search, you approached him with some clothes that seemed rather old. "You can have these. They were my brother's, but he doesn't wear them anymore." He graciously accepted and started heading towards your bathroom, as he heard you start cleaning the thirium that got basically everywhere. 

You heard the sound of the shower turning off, as you cleaned the last of the blue blood. At least you were pretty sure you got all of it. Conan had approached you, wearing the clothes you gave him which consisted of some sweatpants, and a plain black t-shirt. "I assume it will be a short while until my clothes are finished, so is there anything you would like to do in the meantime, (Y/N)?" She looked over at her sofa in thought. "We could watch a movie if that's okay with you?" He nodded, and you lead him to your cocoa colored couch and sat down next to him. Picking out a movie on Netflix, you both started watching it, but not before he pulled you into his lap, and buried his face in your back. "C-Conan! Wha-" "Calm down, I would like some  comfort after having a near death experience." You slowly relaxed and pulled his hands up to wrap around your waist. His left hand had splotches of his artificial skin missing, whereas his right looked completely normal. His arms tightened around you, as you leaned back into him. 

This was nice. Everything was nice for a moment. You would do this every day if you were able to.

Were you in love with him?

Yeah, you were.

And it was nice.

A/N: Hiya! So, I can make a part 2 for this if you guys want, but I hope you enjoyed this one-shot! 

Word Count: 915 Words

Crystal, out!