A Rose That Blooms Connor X Reader

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Y/N's POV
I felt Connor sit down on something soft. He let go of me and I pulled back to see where we were.
We were in my old bedroom. I rubbed my eyes and looked at Connor.

"I-I'm sorry."

"You have no need to apologise. Can you tell me what happened?"

I hugged myself and shook my head.
"I... I don't feel safe here."

His LED flickered from blue to yellow to blue again.

"Is there somewhere else you wish to discuss this?"

"M-my house... I would feel safer there."

"Very well. I shall order a taxi."
His led flickered and he stood.

I stumbled up as well and grabbed onto his arm. He allowed it and we walked to the door.

"Y/N I recommend you close your eyes."

He looked down at me with big chocolate brown eyes. My lip trembled and I only nodded. I closed my eyes and shoved my face into his arm. He led me for a bit before we were stopped. I didn't dare open my eyes.

"Alright Tin Can. We'll take it from here."

I knew Connor was about to give me up before my eyes shot open and I yelled at whoever it was.

"No!"

The FBI agent looked at me in shock while Connor just looked down at me.

"I-I'm perfectly fine with Connor.." I stuttered fluttering my eyes shut.

"Fine. Whatever, she's not my problem anymore."

Connor and me continued walking. After awhile he turned me around and stopped.

"You may open your eyes now."
His calm voice stated.
I leaned away from him and opened my eyes.
We were standing in an elevator going down.
We soon reached the lobby and we approached the taxi. The number was at fifty-one

Connor opened the door for me and I slowly got inside the taxi. Connor following after me.

After a moment of sitting there, my head started to hurt. Probably from all the bullets and crying.
I turned my body towards him and noticed he had his hands at his sides with his eyes closed and the LED yellow.

I nervously grabbed one of his hands and fiddled with his fingers. It distracted my mind off of everything that happened recently. His fingers were relaxed. I moved his fingers, absentmindedly, until they tensed up. I looked up to see him, looking down at me, with his brows knitted together.

"What are you doing?"

"I-I'm Sorry! I was nervous and I-I j-just-"
He stopped me from talking
"it's okay y/n."

I still had his hand.
I looked down at it. His hand was slightly bigger than mine. Then I noticed something, I touched where the knuckle would be on a human hand, and to my shock, found that he had no knuckles.

"Woah... Why don't you have knuckles?" It felt so human and it fascinated me.

"My creators deemed it unnecessary. Knuckles, if my calculations are correct, are to help the human fingers bend a certain way."

"Yeah I think so."

"To put it simply, my 'skeleton' does not require knuckles for my fingers to bend."

"It feels so weird."
Connor didn't respond and watched the streets roll by.

Soon we arrived at my house. Feeling a bit calmer, I walked towards my door and unlocked it with ease.
Once inside I closed the door and locked it.
"May I ask you a personal question Y/n?"
"Sure."
"Why did you not feel safe discussing this at your parents place?"
"Because."
I turned on the light and notioned to the gun on the coffee table resting safely in its holster.
"I don't carry my gun with me everywhere. But I think that's about to change now."

He looked confused but just shook his head.

"I would recommend getting a glass of water."

"Yeah. Come, we'll talk in the kitchen."