It was Friday night, 8 pm. It was going to be the second time Conan had spent the night at Gavin's, ever. He brought a cute little bouquet of roses that he held in one arm as he knocked on Gavin's door. There was no response.
Instead of freaking out, Conan fished the key Gavin had taped to the inside of The Book Thief out of his pocket. Unlocking the door, he stepped inside the empty home. Nightmare, Pumpkin, and Pants ran up to greet him, mewling loudly. No Conan, though. He set down the roses on Gavin's coffee table, then brought his bag into Gavin's room. He was just exiting the man's room when he heard a scream come from the backyard.
He rushed to the source of the sound immediately, scanning Gavin's backyard.
"Conan!" Gavin yelled. He looked up.
Gavin was stuck in one of the trees in his backyard. Stuck, 30 feet high. Stuck, with Conan. Stuck, half-naked and shivering.
"CONAN! HELP ME DOWN HELP ME DOWN HELP ME DOWN!" Gavin screamed. He was sitting on one of the thicker branches, hugging the truck with one arm. He hugged Conan with his other. "GET ME DOWN GET ME DOWN!!!"
"WHA- HOW DID YOU GET UP THERE?" Conan yelled up to him, cupping his hands around his mouth.
"CONAN RAN OUTSIDE WHEN I CAME OUT FOR A SMOKE AND THE BASTARD RAN UP THIS TREE SO I CLIMBED UP AFTER HIM AND NOW I CAN'T GET DOWN! I'VE BEEN STUCK FOR LIKE HALF AN HOUR!" Conan suppressed a stressed laugh.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL?"
"I LEFT MY PHONE IN THE HOUSE! ALSO, I DON'T KNOW YOUR FULL MODEL NUMBER."
"IS THAT WHY YOU NEVER TEXT ME?"
"CAN WE TALK ABOUT THIS LATER????? I NEED TO GET DOWN?!!!!" Conan scanned the tree, looking for a clear path for Gavin to clamber down. Every outcome he considered ended with Gavin, the cat, or both getting injured.
"I'M GOING TO CALL THE FIRE DEPARTMENT! YOU CAN'T GET DOWN ON YOUR OWN!"
"IF THEY SEND DEVON I'M GONNA SHIT MY PANTS." Conan backed up from the tree and dialled the non-emergency line for the fire department.
"Detroit Fire, this is Candace. How may I help you?"
"Hey, this is Conan. Can I speak with Devon please?"
"Sure thing. Please hold while I direct your call." There was a pause before Conan heard Devin's gruff voice.
"Ya got Devon. What's up?"
"Hey, Gavin got stuck in a tree, " Conan said, making his voice higher to avoid recognition. "Can you come help him out?"
"Gavin? Ain't he that cop who thinks I'm hot?" Conan stifled a laugh.
"Yeah, that's him."
"Tell Gav I don't date cops." The line went dead. Conan laughed loudly.
"DEVIN SAYS HE DOESN'T DATE COPS!" Gavin swore loudly. "HERE, I'M GONNA GRAB A CAT CARRIER. YOU PUT CONAN IN, AND WE CAN GO FROM THERE."
"SOUNDS GOOD!" Conan zipped inside, running down the hallway and into Gavin's room. He scrambled around under his bed before finding a carrier. Conan also picked up Gavin's broom, securely fastening the carrier to the end of it.
He ran back outside and reached up with the device. It was too short. Conan clambered up into the tree, roughly 5 feet or so.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?? YOU'RE GOING TO GET STUCK TOO!!!!!!!!!!" Gavin shrieked. Conan reached out again. Perfect.
"PUT HIM IN!" Gavin deposited the cat. Conan carefully stepped out of the tree, setting the cat down on the ground. He scanned the cat, making sure he was alright. He turned back to the tree, analyzing the paths Gavin could take once again.
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Thirium Heart//Reed900
FanfictionYou know the drill. ... Gavin Reed is assigned to work with RK900. He's less than happy, but he's surprised to discover that the RK900 hates him too. As the relationship between human and android grows and changes, Gavin's outlook on life changes t...
