Overwhelming (connor x reader)

part four - safe

w. 863

Weeks pass by and a revolution has started. Connor has become more and more like a deviant, though he would deny it with his dying breath. The day has come when Captain Fowler has taken the three of you off the case of deviancy.

Connor seems just short of devastated by this, repeating that he could've completed his mission if he'd just had more time. Hank, on the other hand, doesn't seem as bothered. He has shown an increasing compassion for the deviants, especially when Connor decided not to shoot the Chloe.

You have been solitarily cheering for the deviants since Markus' first speech, though neither Connor nor Hank know this.

You flop into your chair with a defeated sigh as Hank sits in his. Connor paces back and forth for a few moments, then talks to Hank about being his friend. You look enviously at Hank, who looks at Connor gently. Why did Connor always favor Hank?

Just as this thought enters your mind, Connor is turning to you. He nods in your direction.

"Detective," your head is tilted as you listen. "I am not programmed to say this, but I am very happy that I got to be part of your life and know what it's like to bond with some incredible humans." It is true, Connor and you had bonded quite a lot as your missions progressed. Even though he put himself in danger to accomplish a task, you find him endearing. The small monologue was flattering, but when you realize why he's saying those things to you, you stand.

"They're gonna deactivate you?" Your eyebrows furrowed, you take a step closer to Connor. He doesn't seem as perturbed by your closeness as he used to.

"Yes, I will be dissembled to figure out why I failed my mission." He turns his head to Hank. "But if you could just give me.. Five minutes. That's all I need. A distraction." Hank gives a long pause. You look between the two of them as a silent moment of understanding passes between them.

"Fine. Five minutes. You have to hurry, though." Connor nods his thanks, and starts toward the evidence room. You follow him. Hank gets up and walks toward a man Hank so generously named 'Detective Prick.' You couldn't remember his actual name.

"You should hang back, Detective." You shake your head and pick up the pace until you are right on his heels.

"What are you doing?"

"I need to find Jericho." Your eyes widen slightly.

"You're going to kill Markus?"

There is no response from Connor. Your chest is tight as the two of you go to enter the evidence room.

A cold voice that clenches your fists stops Connor and you.

"Hey, Connor! I'm talking to you, asshole." Connor obligingly turns to the one man in this office you really cannot stand. Gavin Reed.

"Where are you going?"

You answer before Connor can open his mouth. "We're going to deposit the last of our evidence. We're off the case. Connor is leaving." Gavin says nothing. "I know, you're gonna miss the blossoming bromance between you two, but you'll get over it. Leave, please." You put a hand on Connor's back and push him into the evidence room. You sense Gavin's steps receding.

Good.

You know you won't be able to stop Connor from trying to find Jericho, but maybe if you can convince him not to shoot Markus..?

"Hank's password... What would a hard-boiled eccentric police officer use?"

"Something vulgar," you state, although it sounded like Connor was speaking more to himself.

Connor types, 'fuckingpassword' and he gets in.

You give a small bark of laughter as Connor says, "Obviously."

"How much time do we have?"

"Four minutes, twenty-eight seconds. And counting." You nod. The two of you rummage around the neatly placed evidence. Since Connor ended up helping Hank instead of chasing a deviant on a roof, you have no way of decrypting the diary. Instead, Connor samples Markus' voice after you've fixed a PL600 called Simon. You feel a pang of guilt as Simon trusts Connor's imitation of Markus and pleads with him not to leave again. You feel your heart break slightly at the sight of this deviant who only wanted rights.

You assume that Connor has gotten the location to Jericho as be pulls you by the arm out of the evidence room. His stride is double (if not more) yours, and you have to jog slightly to keep up.

***

Jericho is a ship. Not a person, not a building, a ship.

Connor and you changed your clothes to look more normal. He put on a beanie and some of your boyfriend's clothes. You also dressed more casually, skinny jeans and a baggy jacket. Gloves don't do much to protect your hands from the bitter cold of Detroit, so they're currently thrusted deeply in your pockets.

You shiver slightly as you follow Connor toward the large, rusted vessel. When you reach what you assume to be an entrance (one that likely requires much jumping and climbing), Connor turns to you.

"I need you to stay here, Detective."