Detroit Become Human: Every Breath You Take (Connor x Reader)

Chapter 11: She'll Kill You

After Connor returned, everything seemed right. There'd be nothing to worry about besides future deviants, we'd thought. We were so horribly wrong. All of Detroit was bolstering itself against their androids, and as I allowed myself solace in my growing feelings for Connor, and he continued to open himself up to us, none of us could've expected an enemy that could destroy us if we made one wrong move.

I'd fully anticipated Gavin to deliver on his threat to smash Connor's face in upon his return - new model or not - but all he did was resort to passive-aggressive quips and juvenile pranks. It weirded me out to the point that I brought it up with him, when we were alone in the break room one morning.

"You're awfully pleasant, what's up?"

Gavin replied, "I just decided not to be a complete asshole, thank you very much."

I nudged him. "People don't suddenly change."

"People can, actually - and no, this doesn't mean I'm suddenly the nicest man there ever was, fuck that shit." He stirred his drink with a spoon and settled against the counter. "I met someone, last week."

"Like someone you're interested in, or...?"

He threw me a withering look. "I don't become interested in people, okay, they become interested in me."

"That's your experience so far?" I smirked.

Gavin set his spoon down into the sink with a loud clink. "I'm a very good looking guy, you know. Anyway, you met with Kamski?"

I paused. "You saw Carl?"

"Who else? Before you ask - while you were dealing with Man-Bun-McDouche-Incorporated, Fowler received a call about a break-in to a CyberLife warehouse. Guess what the fuckers raided?"

"Cyberlife shit."

"Blue blood, biocomponents, some new plastic fuckers - even tried to take one of the plastic workers." My mouth formed a small O. "Yeah, it was Markus. They all got away. But I ran into one of them who'd fallen behind a little bit from the rest."

"What happened?"

He grew taciturn, shaking his cup back and forth and watching the coffee slosh around. "I get surrounded by dogs. I'm about to shoot their brains out - I'm not gonna have them tear me apart - and one of those things drags me over the fence. Tells me its name's Josh, asks if I'm alright, all that shit. Says it hopes humans can get along with it, like - what a load of crap."

"You didn't..." I can't bring myself to finish my sentence. Gavin had never had patience for androids since they were created - to him, they were machines trying to fool humanity into believing they had sentience. They held as much value to him as a broken coffee maker.

"I fuckin' shoulda cuffed it right there. But it keeps talking, like I'm a friend or somethin'. I must've been high on adrenaline, or...I don't know, worried Kamski was gonna test you again - he did, didn't he?"

I took a swig of my tea. "It's fine, just keep going."

He made another PHCK, looking down into his drink. "Fine? That's your response for everything! You know, I've never been able to look at someone who was nice and accept it wasn't for anythin' else. I thought you were tryin' to manipulate me or somethin', but now, I see you're just a decent person. Kamski making you cry again pisses me off. You gave up everythin' to please your mom, and the one time you choose for yourself, it's not really a choice. I'm still surprised you called me about joining law enforcement."

I wasn't expecting to have a heart to heart with Gavin. t left me vulnerable, uncertain how to proceed.

We'd been at university at the same time. His 'friends' had tried to get him to take red ice when they found out he'd planned on joining the force. Gavin had never opened up to me about his personal life, so I had no idea why he stuck with them, but I was there at the right time - or maybe the wrong one - by pure chance. We were heading towards the same bar, probably the only thing we had in common at the time as a fashion student and a law enforcement trainee. I'd had no experience with self-defense at that point, but together, we had fought them off - pitifully, of course. Nothing a good old bottle of peroxide and weeks of rest couldn't fix. Afterwards, Gavin had supported my art. He met Carl with me and he reluctantly tolerated Markus. Then I gave it all up. There were many factors into that decision, of course, ones even Gavin didn't know about.