Gavin x RK900 (ONESHOTS)

You Found Me

[Reverse!AU]
[ just gonna edit this in to avoid confusion but the android version of Gavin in this is the artist Lusciouswhiteflame's interpretation of it, which is why it's a GV900 model.]
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{{ WARNING: SEVERAL BIOCOMPONENTS CRITICALLY DAMAGED }}
The alert flashed in the GV900's vision, the rest of it was static and blurred. He got rid of the warnings, all it did was raise his stress levels. Who knew that all it took to take down Cyberlife's most elite android assassin was a group of android hating thugs. Not really surprising though, he was made to be rather light and fragile, made for taking people out by surprise not engaging in heavy combat.

He tried to move, to do anything, but he couldn't. He felt thirium flooding out of all his open wounds, another alert popped up about that too. This was it for him, he was going to die right here in a dark and damp alley way and no one would give a damn, he was replaceable so why would they? Something about that made him... upset. It wasn't fair.

With whatever was left of his audio processor, he could hear faint footsteps approaching him. It was either someone who was gonna walk past him or someone that was going to finish him off, the android decided. The footsteps stopped next to him and he braces himself to finally be put out of his misery... but nothing happened. He tried to look up to see who the person was but he couldn't even move his head. He was so damaged, possibly beyond repair. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the figure crouch down next to him. Great, it was probably one of those people that harvest android's biocomponants and sell them on the black market. But no, he was wrong again. The figure put his arms under the android and lifted him up into his arms, catching the android by surprise. Who was this person? He didn't get time to analyse the face that was briefly presented to his vision as another alert appeared.
{{ SEVERE THIRIUM LOSS. ENTERING EMERGENCY SHUTDOWN TO PRESERVE POWER }}
That was all he saw before he blacked out.
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The GV900's audio processor rebooted, but his optical units didn't, so he listened to his surroundings, trying to piece together how he was still alive.

"You found it in real bad shape..." a voice female said in a mumble, "I'm surprised it's even still fixable."

"But you fixed it, right?" Another voice asked, a male.

"Yes. It is back in full working order. Although if we send it back to Cyberlife they'll most likely destroy it due to the irreversible damage to the face." The female voice said, sending a jolt of panic through the android. Wait... did he just feel something?

"Hmm... well, what if I take it with me? I'm sure it'll be helpful around the precinct and plus it's an assassin android, it's perfect for catching criminals." He liked the sound of that better.

"It would be rather useful to you and your colleagues, and on cases as well. I should know, I designed it after all," the female let out a small giggle, "Well I should probably get back to work. These androids don't design themselves, you know."

"Alright. Thank you for your help, Chloe."

"It was my pleasure."

A notification appeared in his vision once again.
{{ MANUAL TEMPORARY SHUTDOWN ENGAGED }}
And his audio processors shut off once more.
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When he next rebooted, he found himself standing in a place he didn't recognise, glancing around though he could easily tell he was in a small apartment. It was rather neat. A little too neat. Perhaps whoever lived here has OCD?