DBH ONESHOTS

BROKEN HEART

Connor X Reader

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WARNING: Mentions of suicide.

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Connor POV

I maneuver my way through the precinct. After several months of not being allowed to work after the Android Revolution and being stuck in the Lieutenant's house after his suicide I felt as if I were going crazy. Arriving at my desk I freeze at the sight of a woman with (h/l) (h/c) cleaning out the Lieutenant's desk. She looks up noticing my prescence.

"You must be Connor," she states sending me a watery smile, "Uncle Hank told me about you. I'm (Y/N) Anderson."

At the mention of Hank a sharp pain shoots through my thirium pump. All I can do is nod silently fighting back the tears I feel trying to blur my vision as I stare at the floor. Silence stretches between us as she continues to clean out the Lieutenant's desk.

"Connor, my office," Captain Fowler yells startling me. With a final look at (Y/N) I walk toward the stairs leading to the glass box.

***TIMESKIP***

(Y/N)

You sit staring at the box filled with your Uncle's possessions from work. You hadn't stopped to look at anything in particular longer than to distinguish if it was breakable or not for fear of collapsing into a sobbing mess.

Several years of lost contact, not for lack of trying, after the death of your young cousin you were surprised to hear from the man who had been your father figure. Settling crosslegged on the floor of your hotel room you begin to go through the items. Pictures of Hank with fellow officers are the first to capture your attention. He looked happy in them, but they were before Cole's death.

Moving on you find a picture of Sumo. "He looks good despite Uncle Hank's neglect for himself," you mumble feeling tears well up trying to understand what made him take his own life. Setting that picture to the side for yourself the most recent picture makes your breath freeze in your throat. It's one of Hank and his current partner. The Android, Connor.

Hank's arm is wrapped around the shorter Android's shoulder both of them smiling brightly. Connor made him really happy. Your thoughts turn to the Deviant, chest suddenly tighter at how overwhelmed he must be feeling. Making the split second decision you grab your keys rushing to your Uncle's home.

Without even a knock you use your key to open the door. The house is dark and there isn't even a hint of where the large Saint Bernard is. "Connor," you call hesitantly. No answer. Frowning you call again, "Sumo?" At the sound of his name you hear a muffled huff from the hall.

Closing the door behind you you travel down the unlit hall. "Where you at boy," you ask loudly. Another muffled huff, this time louder, and a few thumps of a tail accompanied by a stifled sob float from behind your Uncle's closed bedroom door.

Turning the nob you push the door open instantly spotting the grieving Deviant by the intense, bright crimson of his LED. His knees are pulled to his chest face buried between them with his arms holding them in place. Sumo is laying curled up into his left side pouting.

You make your way over to them sitting to Connor's right. "I'm so sorry, Connor," you whisper your voice thick with renewed sorrow. You place a gentle hand on his back rubbing it in small circles.

He begins to sob, "Why did he do it, (Y/N)? Why?" Your chest aches for the Deviant who was closest with your Uncle.

"I don't know, Connor," you sniff, "I-I...wish I did." His head lifts looking at you with big brown eyes so full of pain and sadness and flood of tears you're heart breaks all over again. The hand on his back stretches further pulling him into a tight hug. His arms wrap around you as he sobs into your shirt your own tears dripping into his mussed hair. You both sit like that for a while finding comfort in one another as you both cry.

When there are no more tears to cry and the house is deathly silent Connor asks, "(Y/N)?"

"Hmm," you hum in acknowledgement.

He mumbles, his synthetic voice hoarse, "Why does this hurt so much?"

"You're heart is broken, Connor."