THE CHASE - Connor x OC (I Am Sequel)

Chapter 2

As usual, Connor gave his keys a small jiggle before putting them in the door. I could immediately hear Blueberry race towards the door and start pawing at it. Connor smiled a bit.

"You know, I didn't think anyone could love dogs more than me. You prove me wrong every day," He smiled.

"Is that good?" I asked.

"I think so," Connor chuckled. He opened the door, and Blueberry was already jumping around, and circling around the both of us, barking with excitement. Connor knealt down and extended his arms. She jumped into his hug as always, and I greeted her with pets. She could barely sit still in her arms, shaking around as Connor tried to keep his grasp on her.

"How about a walk?" I asked, and Blueberry immediately jumped out of Connor's arms and ran around me. "Can you get her dinner?"

Connor nodded, while I grabbed the leash and Blueberry began to get so excited I worried for her safety. Connor headed off to the kitchen and immediately began working out what food to give Blueberry. Blueberry and I headed out, taking the steps and not the elevator. Whenever I talk to Nick, he asks why, and I always say its because I want to stay healthy. He has yet to catch onto the fact that I'm an android...

Truth is, it's because when we first rescued Blueberry, she had a terrible fear of stairs. We tried and tried for months to take her up and down them but she just never could. Even if we carried her, she would panic. Finally, one day, she went down them...quite slowly, but it was progress. Ever since then, if Connor or I takes her on a walk, we always use the stairs. That way, she gets used to them. But as far as Nick Lance is concerned, I need to worry about my weight.

Blueberry and I took a walk around the neighborhood as we usually do. We've finally gotten used to the route, which includes circling around the park, and always taking far too long to walk around the old Cyberlife Building. The most impressive part of the old Cyberlife building, is that Markus couldn't stand to see it just stay there, as a beacon of inequality.

It's became the headquarters of the movement over time. Sometimes, it still freaks Connor and I out to look out our window and see ourselves on the big screen outfront. It changes all the time, but there's this one slide that just says A Movement of Love: Jericho and it has a picture of us once Connor became deviant, and I was still stuck. When we were waiting in one of the abandoned buildings actually. It has Connor knealing down to me in that silly "Mom! I'm a Deviant now!" outfit, and me...terribly frightened in my old uniform. It's jarring.

It's not like Markus didn't ask us for permission either. He asked us at our wedding day if he could use some picutres of us here or there for the promotional work for Jericho. I always wondered if that means our wedding pictures too.

Markus's wedding gift to us is in our bedroom actually. Right above our bed, sits a painting Markus made of the park we take Blueberry around covered in snow. It's almost nearly abstract, and the only way we could tell is that certain bars of colors represented trees, paths, or car that are almost always parked there.

But that picture. The one where Connor is speaking to me softly...trying to tell me what's happening is okay, and that I'll be okay...

It always makes me feel a bit odd.

I think Blueberry can tell, because as it comes across the screen I stop dead in my tracks just to look at it for a moment. She always sits patiently instead of tugging at the leash like she usually does when I take a moment too long.

That photo is plainly terrifying. To see that look on my face where I'm locked in, and trying to keep myself from murdering the love of my life...while Connor stares unassumingly, and patiently, making sure that I know that whatever happens isn't my fault...

Well, wouldn't that mess anyone up? Woudln't that make anyone feel uncomfortable? Wrong? Scared? Or am I just the weird one...

As the photo shifts, I realize that Connor is probably worried about us with the whole Kamski thing last night. Knowing that she...Samantha...is still out there, but...completely not herself is also creepy. It's uncanny.

I raced around the park, electing to take Blueberry for a run instead of a walk this time. When we returned to the apartment (taking the stairs of course), Blueberry immediately raced to her food bowl, and I could tell Connor elected for wet food this time. He was already sat in an uncomfortable appearing position on the couch. His legs were tucked up high, but angled so that his feet were inbetween the couch cushion and the pillow. He had already changed into a sweater and jeans...which I am starting to think may be his favorite thing to wear besides for his uniform.

"Ah, there's my wife. I was getting worried," He said turning to me and turning the TV off.

"You know me. I always get hung up on that photo."

"It's weird!" He announced.

"Very," I said, sitting next to him, and assuming a similar and equally uncomfortable appearing position. "What were you watching?"

"Oh, nothing."

"If it was porn, you can be honest. I won't judge you," I responded.

"No, no. I was watching something equally sexy though."

"Oh? Would you like to share?"

"C-SPAN," Connor said nodding. I chuckled at his joke.

Connor's obession with C-SPAN runs deep. The incredibly boring channel has managed to maintain my husband's attention for hours at time. According to Connor, he likes to see the antics in the background of politicians frantically running around, the dogs that are sometimes brought in, the funny calls of people who have no idea what actually is going on, and for some reason, infrastructure. Yes, Connor really likes infrastructure politics. Every other form of politics he has at most an unpoetic, unimpassioned opinion about it. Infrastructure politics? He could go on for hours, with a bold, serious tone and an opinion that runs so deep, I personally believe it courses through his thyrium veins.

"I still don't get your love for it," I mumbled.

"It's special to me," He answered, almost seriously. I turned on the TV though.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked, immediately going to Netflix.

"Even if I did say that I wanted to watch something, I know that you're going to scan through all of the Netflix reccomendations, close it out, and then go to Crunchyroll and rewatch some terribly produced K-Drama, while I just pretend to do paperwork, even though we both know I live for the drama. So, how about we cut to the chase and you can go ahead and binge watch Boys Over Flowers like we both know you want to do."

"Is Boys Over Flowers on Crunchyroll?" I said, closing Netflix, and heading right for my favorite app.

Okay, okay. Connor has C-SPAN, and I have bad K-Dramas. We're both weird.