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Day 1

Hi! It's my first proper DBH fanfic and I'm very excited to share it with you!

Warning: this story will get very dark so please mind the tags and protect yourself.

Beta'd by the fantastic @honkforhankcon on Twitter ♥

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Connor was just leaving the break room with a coffee cup in hand. His eyes unerringly found Hank, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed and chin tipped towards his chest. Connor couldn't help but smile.

He made his way over to the napping Lieutenant. Connor knew he should probably wake him up before Captain Fowler or Gavin noticed but instead of that he sat on Hank's desk. He set the coffee cup gently next to Hank's monitor. Crossing his legs at the ankles, Connor leaned back a little on his hands and looked at Hank.

The Lieutenant's face was relaxed like it never quite was when he was awake. His wrinkles were a bit more pronounced too but there was something charming about them. His lips were slightly parted, the little gap between his teeth visible. Today Hank pulled his hair into a ponytail but a loose strand fell over his left eye. Connor reached out to tuck the wisp of hair behind Hank's ear but he froze halfway through the motion when he realised what he was about to do. He quickly changed the trajectory of his hand to touch Hank's shoulder.

"Lieutenant," Connor shook his shoulder lightly "Lieutenant, wake up"

With a grunt that turned into a yawn Hank woke up from his slumber. He rubbed his face with both of his hands and Connor slipped off of the desk quietly.

"Thanks Con," Hank murmured upon seeing the coffee in front of him. He sent the android a sleepy smile, something he started doing more and more lately.

When Connor thought about it, Hank's health and attitude vastly improved over the year they worked together. He started with the small things, like going on walks with Sumo and letting Connor sneak a salad or two into his diet. Then he drank a couple less glasses of whiskey during the day. After two months he stopped smoking altogether - it was an extraordinary show of his strong will, he just decided to stop one day and threw away all of the cigarettes and lighters he owned. Connor was very impressed. For a week after this though, Hank drank a bit more but not as much as he used to.

After half a year of this Hank made the decision to go to therapy. It's 3 years overdue, he said while informing Connor of this development. In a burst of pride the android hugged Hank, making the older man flustered. He pulled back as quickly as he flung himself at Hank, masking his own embarrassment with a big smile and a few words about how proud he was. Things between Hank and Connor slowly began to change from this moment on.

Their relationship improved, Connor's social programme declaring them "best friends" a few days after the hug incident. They started spending more time together outside of work, their teamwork reached new heights of efficiency. Hank learned a whole lot of things about androids (going even as far as helping Connor fix himself after one of the perps dislocated both of the android's shoulders, somehow) and Connor gained extensive knowledge of humans, which helped him navigate the world better and deal with all of the things deviancy made him feel.

"Connor!"

The sudden shout startled the android. He forcefully pulled himself from his thoughts and focused on Hank. The Lieutenant was smirking.

"Did you listen to the word I said?"

"I- of course Lieutenant," By the way Hank's eyes crinkled Connor knew he didn't believe him.