Reed900 One Shots

Not Just A Machine

"Fuck off Conan! All you ever do is piss me off. And I'm getting fucking tired of it," Gavin snapped.

Both beings were currently in the middle of an argument; the third one they had had that week.

"Well I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe if you actually did your fucking work regularly, I wouldn't have to bug you all the time," the Android replied, eyes narrowed as he leaned on the break room table.

"So? I don't have to fucking work all the time. I have a life outside of this shitty job, you know? Or do you even care?" He hissed, "All you fucking care about is these-these cases. You never thought that I might have things I'm dealing with?" His voice broke, and he hated himself for it.

"Detective. I understand that you have you're own 'problems.' But that shouldn't get in the way of the-"

"Shut up!" He threw his hands up, turning away from the Android, feeling his temperature rise. To think that he was starting to fall for this Android. Deep down he knew that Conan would never feel the same. But part of him still held out; still hoped that one day Conan would open his eyes and...

God I'm a fucking idiot.

He mentally cursed himself.

"What is preoccupying you, detective?" His LED flickered from yellow to red, struggling to contain his anger. He impatiently tapped his finger on his arm, eyes wondering around the room erratically. "Why are you being so damn difficult?"

"You don't care. Thats just it, isn't it?" He whipped around, "You don't feel anything, do you?" He cracked a vicious smile that quickly changed to a grimace. "You don't give a shit about me."

"Gavin..." He shook his head. "You know that's not true!"

"It's fucking true, Conan! Why else would you only care about work all the time?! Why else would you bug me, not about my life, but about the fucking 'investigation'," his eyes shot daggers at Conan.

"Detective! That's enough! Just shut up, sit down, and-"

"You don't feel anything. You're a fucking piece of plastic that serves no other purpose than to solve meaningless fucking cases! You're just a fucking machine!" He snapped, rage filling his vision as he spewed out the most hateful thing he could think of.

Something that he immediately regretted upon seeing the look in Conan's eyes.

Conan's LED blinked red, his eyes watering as he processed the information just relayed to him. His lips parted as he searched for the right words to say; maybe a snarky comment or clever remark to spat back.

But in that moment Conan broke, feeling a pain in his thirium pump.

"You...You really think that?" It was more of a statement, something Conan had to say out loud to himself more than anyone else. His face twisted as tears started to flow down his rosy cheeks.

"No. No. God Conan I'm sorry..." He whispered, eyes filling with water as he pulled the other into his arms.

They cried into each other; both tired and emotionally drained from the past week of fighting.

"Conan you're not just a machine," he managed through his tears, the lump in his throat making his voice strained. "You're so much more than that. So much fucking more...I just..." his face flushed as he struggled to say his next statement.

"I love you Conan. I love you so much and I can't deal with it..." He gripped onto him, burying his head in the other's shoulder. "I just said the meanest thing I could think of. And I'm sorry," he pulled back, still holding onto Conan's collar.

Conan stared into Gavin's red puffy eyes, processing the words he said.

"I...Gavin," he sniffee,"I care. I really do. I just...I don't know how to deal with these...emotions, that I've been feeling," he wiped the tears from the man's flushed cheeks. "I don't get how humans are so good at it."

Gavin chuckled.

"We aren't," he half-heartedly smiled, bringing a hand up to Conan's. "Trust me, we suck at them. I suck at them..." He swallowed.

"I guess work is all I know. That's all that's in my programming," he looked away. "That's how I cope. I thought maybe that...You might...I don't know what I was thinking," he shook his head. "I don't know how to...how to make you feel better. I don't know how to express emotions, Gavin."

Gavin anxiously bit his bottom lip, placing both of his hands onto the Android's face.

"Well. I know I suck at emotions. But I know one way to express at least one of them," he felt his heart pound. He glanced at Conan's lips before bravely leaning into a kiss; feeling sparks ignite within him when their lips finally met. After a moment he pulled away, eyes fluttering open to see the droid's stunned expression.

"S-sorry I just-it felt right to-"

He was cut off when Conan pulled him in for another embrace, kissing him deeply, hands placed on the shorter man's hips.

"Now detective," he started once they pulled away, "I may be absolutely clueless when it comes to emotions. But I feel like that was the best way to show that one." He said, somewhat teasingly.

"Which one?" The detective playfully inquired, gazing up at the droid.

Conan smiled, tenderly resting his forehead onto Gavin's.

"Love."