Gavin reed - Connor RK800 X reader

7

You dialed Gavin's number for the second time in a row as you tapped your foot impatiently. Just as you were about to hang up on the fourth ring, Gavin finally picked up the phone.

"Hey, whassup," slurred Gavin. You closed your eyes as you let out a deep sigh.

"You called me, remember?" you reminded him.

"I need you to pick me up. I'll send you my location." Before you could respond, he hung.

You scowled, hearing the alcohol in his voice. You wondered if it was worth leaving the comfort of your home, when the screen of your phone lit up. The place Gavin sent you wasn't too far away, about a twenty-minute drive.

You juggled with the idea of ignoring him or actually going to pick him up when Hank's advice popped back into your mind. If anything were to happen to Gavin and you were the last person he called, it would be your fault.

Grabbing your coat and keys, you walked out and got into your car. You typed the address into your GPS and pulled out of the driveway. The sun was just about to set, giving off pink and purple hues to the night sky.

After driving for about fifteen minutes, you noticed that you were driving further away from the city and more into the outskirts. The spiraling towers of Detroit were becoming smaller in the distance as you drove into a neighborhood with older, decaying buildings that had stood for decades.

The GPS alerted you that you had arrived at your location and you finally noticed that it had taken you to an old cemetery. A rusted iron-gate covered in ivy encircled the entire property. You pulled into the small parking lot and noticed only a couple cars, but not Gavin's. You double-checked your phone, wondering if you had gotten the location wrong.

It's the right address, you thought. This better not be some sort of sick joke.

Just as you were about to drive back home, you spotted a man wearing a familiar leather jacket roaming in between large tombstones.

You got out of the car and followed Gavin, jogging to keep up with his quick pace. He finally came to a stop in front of a small grave that had white carnations placed in front of it. Gavin held a bottle of brown liquor in his hand and took a huge swig.

"Took you forever," drawled Gavin. You put your hands in your pockets and shivered at the cool breeze.

"Is there a reason why you called me? You could've just called a taxi, you know," you replied. You noticed his eyes were bloodshot and you couldn't tell if he had been crying or if it was from the alcohol.

"Why pay for something when I can get it for free," he answered, taking another drink. You let out an irritated sigh as he plopped himself onto the ground. The both of you were silent and you wondered why you even bothered to show up. The sound of crickets chirping interrupted your silence as you watched Gavin run his fingers alongside the bottle.

"They wouldn't let me see her. All because I didn't have my I.D. on me. Stupid, fucking androids," cursed Gavin. You didn't realize what he was talking about until you noticed the name on the headstone.

DONNA REED. 1982-2023.

"Is this your mother?" you asked quietly. You took his silence as a yes as he continued to drink. For someone who constantly antagonized Hank about his drinking, you'd think he'd take his own advice.

"How did she pass?" Gavin stopped drinking and gave you a long stare. You kept eye contact as you heard a couple of birds chirping behind you.

"Cancer," he grunted as he turned back toward the grave. You nodded, not knowing what to say.