Deviants (RK1700 SHIP)

Chapter 2

"Connor... Connor... Connor!"

Connor wakes up to see someone running to him and sits next to him.

"Are you ok? Hank has been looking for you."

He then realizes he is still at the school. It's been 2 hours...

Connor looks at the person and his blood goes cool. It's an android who looks almost exactly like him but instead he's a...RK900...

"Come on Connor, get up, we need to go." The android states as Connor just looks at him in shock and disbelief.

"They are replacing me?" Connor asks, sort of begging for a good answer.

The android doesn't reply, just reaches his hand out.

Connor looks at the boy's hand and grabs it. He pulls him up and the boy smiles a little for a slight second. The RK900 releases hands with Connor and leads him to the exit. The whole time they exchanged glances but mostly the RK900.

Connor scans over the file on the monitor, coffee in hand.

"Connor?"

Connor looks over at Gavin's work area. There stands that RK900, standing straight like a pole with his sharp blue eyes staring at Connor. His white jacket is clearly visible despite it being past midnight and the only source of light is the stars and Connor's monitor. His LED glows, pulsing in and out.

"Jesus, he is terrifying at night." Connor thinks

"How come you are here? It's 1 am." It asks, strangely with a softer voice than how he spoke earlier that day.

"I have things to work on," Connor replies, his voice was monotone and cold.

The RK900 walks over to Connor's desk and looks at the file. Its eyes go melancholy and it decides to sit on Connor's desk. "Still trying to prove him guilty?"

Connor nods and takes a sip of coffee. "Yup. I'm going to be pressuring that thing."

The RK900 sighs and scans Connor and his desk. He has a small succulent plant and some organized papers. Scattered bits of dog hair and crumbs layer Connor's desk that he himself made tonight. On the corkboard above him are pictures of him and Hank working on cases and other cases that Connor hasn't gotten to yet or he missed. "Do you know my name?"

Connor shakes his head. "I never really wanted to know." Connor sighs quietly.

"Gavin named me Conan. But others call me Nines since 900? I surprised people don't call you Eights!" Conan chuckles, trying to be nice.

Connor shoots him a look and Conan stops and goes silent. Connor then sighs and goes back to typing on his keyboard.

Connor reads over his report:

SUSPECT: MICHEAL STEWERT

HUMAN: NO

MODEL: HR400

GENDER: MALE

ACCUSATION: 1ST DEGREE MURDER TOWARDS 5 FIVE-YEAR-OLDS AND 7 SIX-YEAR-OLDS AND 1ST DEGREE MOLESTATION TOWARDS 6.

"You think he did it? No more evidence needed? That's a pretty big stretch..." Conan asks, drumming his fingers on the table.

Connor nods. "You have any other suggestions?"

Conan shakes his head and looks down. It's now 1:30 and Connor's eyes are heavy. The room is silent and the only sound is the fake breathing noises of the androids and the silent whirring of the monitors.

Connor yawns and stretches. He prepares to go get another coffee but Conan stands in front of him.

"I highly suggest you don't get more coffee, Connor. You should really head home," Conan suggests, his eyes soft instead of the sharp, ice-cold eyes during the day.

"No, I am staying...here." Connor yawns, his eyes clearly showing bags. Conan's eyes show worry as he doesn't take no for an answer. He scoops up Connor, bridle style, and walked him to the break room. Connor realizes that he is doing this and tries to fight back but tiredness hits him and he slumps in Conan's arms, terribly tired. He blushes in embarrassment since he is probably going to fall asleep in the arms of a more professional model. But instead, Conan walks into the break room and sets him in the corner where he fades in and out of sleep.

"What are you doing to me?" Connor mumbles, almost not audible.

"I'm getting a blanket for you so you can sleep," Conan replies, looking in boxes carrying jackets but yet, no blankets. Conan frowns and sighs, closing the box. He then walks back over to Connor, who is now asleep and picks him up. Conan blushes, seeing him release small snores now and then. His soft hair rubs up against Conan's skin along with Connor's arm, which is draped behind him.

"If only Connor was awake, I could tell him how much I love him. Finally, express my feelings I've had ever since I locked eyes with him. I'm such a kuudere..." Conan sighs as he slowly sets Connor down at his desk. Conan takes off his jacket and sets it on Connor, somewhat working. The jacket fits on Connor's chest but not as for his legs, which will work for tonight. Conan bites his lip, which is a habit that he got from Gavin, and lightly kisses Connor's forehead, knowing Connor won't know.

Connor shuffles a little and rolls to the right of the chair, clinging and burying his face into the jacket, which makes Conan blush more. Conan sighs and smiles as he walks over to his desk and sits down. He glances over to Connor one more time and goes into rest mode for the night.