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

Chapter 18: It's Up to You

AN: A few months ago, my beta reader unfortunately lost her pet. I took a break from writing for her and around Thanksgiving, both my dog and my dad nearly died. My dad decided to go mountain biking Thanksgiving morning, crashed and broke several of his bones. Some of his ribs punctured several holes in his lung tissue. Somehow he made it back home and collapsed in our kitchen and we raced him to the ER. We were told he might not make it. He made it through surgery and was recovering, but sometime after that, my dog (who has epilepsy) began to have a seizure. We had to take him to the ER as well and were told he might not make it as well. That we would have to maybe put him down. Without going too in-depth about the other things that happened after (separate incidents unrelated to my dad and dog) I lost it. I felt like I couldn't deal with what was happening around me so I took a break from writing. Things only got worse. I don't want to talk about them because reliving what I went through is like going through hell all over again. So I can only thank you for supporting me with your amazing comments and well-wishes. I can't begin to thank you guys enough for your support!

This chapter has not been edited by my beta but I hope that it is still half as good as the last chapters have been.

The medic had long since finished stitching me up, leaving me to wait off the numbing medicine. For the most part, it had nearly subsided; I was sore but I could at least speak normally again. So when I saw two people who shouldn't be here skirting around the cement slabs, I thought the medicine may have had some side effects: Gavin Reed and Chris Miller gunned straight for me. Their feet pounded the snow-covered ground like thunder shaking the skies and Gavin's furious expression forced a nervous smile to twitch on my face.

I was going to need the medic again.

Awkwardly, I slid off the cement slab, nearly crashing down and face-planting in the process. They weren't supposed to be here. How did they know where I was? Did they know I was a special agent? A swarm of fears buzzed around in my skull like flies over carrion. I may as well be dead meat at this rate.

"You piece of shit!" Gavin roared. After several months of working together Chris knew exactly what Gavin would do in any given situation. It was thanks to his quick thinking that we all didn't topple to the ground. Chris got to me first, grabbed my shoulders as if to shield me, and I had only a moment to brace for impact. Gavin barreled into Chris like a semi into a car. But Gavin's force catapulted Chris into me, and I strained with all of my muscles to keep upright.

Yep, they were here alright. No side effects at all.

Bracing my hands against Chris's chest, I shoved him back and away from me. He knocked into Gavin, who was breathing heavily from his little sprint. Gavin clearly wanted to engage in some kind of argument, but I didn't give it to him. "Hey, guys," I said.

"Don't, 'hey guys' me," Gavin retorted in a high voice as if to mimic mine. "Where the fuck is Plastic Prick?" He jabbed a finger at me and stomped forward until he was only a few inches away. "I'm gonna smash his head in."

Instead of answering him, I asked Chris, "How did you get in here? Or know where I was?"

Gavin scoffed in disbelief that I'd completely ignored him.

"Everything's going live, you know." Chris said, holding out his phone to show me the news, which was currently an overhead view of Markus's group. Chris then gestured toward the fence, where journalists were busy taking notes and trucks with the logos of other news stations plastered on their doors were screeching into the area to park. Their doors opened and more people clambered out, unloading cameras and mics. Behind us stood the android recall center, where androids were being torn apart and disassembled. Every news station in the city was going to come here to capture the confrontation between deviants and mankind. "Kinda strange seeing Captain Allen taking you into custody but then again this is you we're talking about. And these were helpful getting us through the fence," he added, removing his badge from his coat's pocket. "A bunch of riot police are guarding the fence now."