Malfunction (DBH Connor x Reader)

Chapter 10

Hello readers and welcome back to Malfunction! Did you miss me? I bet you missed this story at least. Without further ado, onto the story.

"Shit, I forgot the key back at my place," I told Connor as we reached the door.

"That's alright, (y/n), I'm sure Lieutenant Anderson will open the door for us."

He knocked on the door. We waited but got no response. Connor looked at me, waiting on instructions on what to do. "Try the doorbell?" I suggested, "Maybe he's asleep?"

He pressed the doorbell, "Anybody home?"

Only silence greeted us. Connor tried again and kept his finger pressed to the bell for several seconds. The cute innocence of the act made me chuckle a bit.

Moments passed and we still weren't getting an answer. I was starting to get worried. "Find another way in," I told Connor. He obeyed the order and began looking in the windows.

I looked in the window and spotted Sumo laying down. Silly dog didn't even hear us. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Connor go around back. A few seconds later heard him shout Dad's name in surprise.

I rushed to where Connor was looking through a window. Suddenly he smashed the glass. "Connor!? What are you-?" I stopped when I saw Dad laying, apparently unconscious, on the floor. Without hesitation the android jumped through the now broken window and landed on his back. Instantly he was approached by Sumo. Of course, now the stupid dog notices something.

"Uh... Easy!.. Sumo..." Connor held up his hands defensively, "I'm your friend, see?.. I know your name. I'm here to save your owner."

I whistled to get the dog's attention, "Sumo! Down boy!"

Sumo recognized my voice and backed off. He made cute snuffling noises as he walked to his food dish. After the "danger" (the only real danger is that Connor could have been slobbered to death) had passed, the android stood up. He held out his arms and helped me through the broken window.

I stood there with Connor's arms wrapped around me for a moment. Heat rose to my face and my heart sped up from the close proximity to the very attractive android. I mentally kicked myself. What the fuck is wrong with you, (y/n)? You can't think that way about your partner.

I, albeit reluctantly, pulled myself away from Connor. Strangely he resisted ever so slightly. Truthfully I almost didn't notice, except for the slight tug when I tried to pull away. I cleared my throat and suddenly remembered Dad unconscious on the floor. Daughter of the year award.

Connor and I bent over to Dad and bent down next to him. One of the chairs was knocked over and a spilled bottle of whiskey lay next to him. I sighed in relief, "Thank god, he just had too much to drink."

Connor patted Dad's face to try getting him up, "Wake up, Lieutenant."

His eyes fluttered and he shifted but we didn't really get a response. Connor tried again but this time he slapped with more force, "It's me, Connor and your daughter (y/n)!"

Dad still made no response other than the recoil of being slapped. I grabbed on of his arms and slung it around my shoulders. Connor grabbed the other and we tried to lift him off the floor. "We're going to sober you up for your own safety," Connor announced.

"Hey!.. Leave me alone, you fuckin' android!" Dad shouted in protest, "Get the fuck outta my house!"

"Sorry, Dad, we need you," I told him and with Connor's help got him off the floor, "Thanks in advance."

Dad struggled and protested all the way to the bathroom, "Hey! Get the fuck outta here! Sumo! Attack!"

The dog barked but otherwise made no attempt at following Dad's order, "Good boy."

We set Dad on the bathtub ledge. He stumbled a bit but caught himself, "i don't want a bath, thank you..."

Connor pushed him back down when he tried to get up, "Sorry, Lieutenant. It's for your own good."

He turned the handle on the hot water. Dad started freaking out, "Turn it off! Turn it off!"

After about a minute he complied and shut it off. Dad panted and looked between Connor and I, "What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. We couldn't find you at jimmy's Bar, so we cam to see if you were home," Connor reported.

"Jesus, I must be the only cop in the world that gets assaulted in his own house by his own daughter and her fuckin' android."

"He doesn't belong to me," I mumbled.

Dad gave a defeated sigh, "Can't you two just leave me alone?"

"Unfortunately, we cannot," Connor told him, "I've been programmed to investigate this case and I can't do it without you and (y/n)."

"I don't give a shit about your goddamn case!"

"Lieutenant, you're not yourself. You should-"

"Beat it! You hear me?! Get the hell outta here!" Dad shouted. He stood but started to lean back and would have fallen if Connor hadn't caught him and placed him gently back down on the edge of the bathtub.

"I understand. It probably wasn't interesting anyway..." Connor said in a mildly teasing tone.

I caught on quickly and joined in, "A man found dead in a sex club... Guess they'll have to solve the case without us..."

"You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air..."

"You go get some clothes," I told Connor, "I'll stay here with Dad."

He nodded and went into Dad's room. Dad looked like he was going to vomit so I helped him over to the toilet. Not even five seconds later he started throwing up. I held his unkempt hair out of his face and rubbed his back gently. This was not the first time I'd had to do this so I was sort of used to it.

"What do you want to wear?" Connor shouted from Dad's room.

"Just grab whatever," I shouted back since Dad was unable to.

Connor returned with the clothes and set them down next to the sink, "Are you alright, Lieutenant."

Dad had stopped puking, "Yeah... yeah... wonderful... just uh... just give me five minutes, okay?"

Connor and I walked out of the bathroom as Dad started vomiting again. Connor and I took the opportunity to tidy up. Connor picked up something that I had completely missed before. Connor was inspecting a revolver that had been laying next to the empty whiskey bottle, "What were you doing with the gun?"

"Russian roulette!" Dad answered as Connor and I discovered that there was only one bullet in the chamber, "Wanted to see how long I could last... Must've passed out before I found out..."

This made me unbelievably angry, "Seriously Dad?! Russian roulette?! The next shot would've killed you! Do you have any idea what that would do to me?!"

Dad did not respond. Connor was quiet too and went back to cleaning up. He spotted something on the table and picked it up. It was a picture of Cole from shortly before the accident. That's why he'd been playing.

"This was your brother?" Connor asked, though it was more like a statement.

A sad smile crept across my face, "Yeah... his name was Cole. I... I'll let Dad tell you when he's ready."

Dad came out of the bathroom wearing whatever Connor had picked out for him. It made him look a little ridiculous but I had told Connor to grab anything. "Be a good dog, Sumo. I won't be long," Dad told the dog. We followed him out the door and headed for the crime scene.

Sorry for not updating for so long. Originally it was school that was getting in the way, and then I went on vacation for a week, and then I kept getting side tracked by other story ideas. But hey, I am now a high school graduate, which means I can (hopefully) update more often. Unfortunately, I am going to be getting a job and then starting college so I won't be able to have a regular update schedule. But I will try to update when I can.