Partners? (Part Two) {(AU)Human!Connor X Android!Reader}

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Part two of the request by Megumi-Akamine

Early the next morning, you had already been waiting for Connor at the department

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Early the next morning, you had already been waiting for Connor at the department.

You sat at his desk, scanning little details. The coat on the back of his chair had dogs hairs on them. A Saint Bernard.

There was also a CD case, for a metal band. So, he likes dogs and heavy metal. Interesting.

There wasn't any pictures of a family, the desk was very empty other than the album and a lot of paperwork.

"What are you doing?" A tired, and annoyed voice asked.

"Oh, good morning Detective Dechart. I was just trying to learn more about you," You explained with a smile.

"Oh, okay..." He said, rubbing the back of his head. "So, how long is this partnership going on for?"

"Until we find the root of the deviancy in androids. Once we do, I'll be sent back and deactivated." You explained.

Connor's eyes became soft, almost sympathetic. But, why?

"Deactivated?" He asked with sadness and confusion. "Like, they'll just kill you?"

"I...guess...yeah," You shrugged.

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"No. And it I can't let that bother me. I am a machine, and nothing more." You said with a monotonous voice.

Connor's eyes grew soft, staring at you like a hurt puppy. He felt sympathy for you, as if he'd...miss you.

"Let's get to work, detective. We must find more deviants before it's too late." You said, changing the subject.

He nodded, taking his seat. You stood in front of his desk, a smile still there on your face.

"Uh...there's a desk that's unused right there," He said awkwardly.

"Ah, thank you." You bowed your head, and took your seat.

You settled in, peering over Connor's desktop, seeing him crunched over and focusing on what he's typing. His eyebrows furred, his eyes now looking over the computer at you.

"Yes?" He asked, sitting up to see you better.

"What is your dog's name?" You asked like a small child.

"What?" He raised an eyebrow. "How do you..."

"You have dog hairs on your coat. I scanned them." You said matter-a-factly. "What's it's name?"

"Uh, he's not mine, but it's Sumo. I'm kinda watching him..." He shrugged, a glimpse of sadness in his eyes.

"Then who's is he?" You asked curiously.

"...He belonged to a friend of mine,"

"Who is your friend?" You smiled.

"His name was Hank Anderson. He was the Lieutenant here..." Connor choked out, looking down. "He's gone now."

You felt a part of you feel off. Your LED spiraled into a yellow, as you looked down at your hands.

"I'm sorry, Detective." You said softly. "You seem to have been close to him."

"He was like my father..." He uttered out. "He took me in like his son, after he lost his own son."

You felt your eyes become irritated, like something you've never felt before. You shook it off as nothing, reaching your hand over to Connor's desk, touching his hand gently.

"I'm so sorry for your loss, Connor. It must be hard for you." You whispered.

"Yeah," He scoffed. "You don't have anyone to loose. Not like it'd matter to you anyway."

You looked down, almost hurt.

"I don't. But at least you had someone that cared about you. I've never felt anything like." You stated, feeling something in you snap.

"Then I guess we both have issues," He chuckled dryly, going back to his work.

You looked down, feeling...bad. Changing the subject, you looked back up at him with a small smile.

"What about the music you listen to?" You asked.

"Uh," He let out a small, embarrassed laugh.

"Your temperature is rising. Should I ask a different question?"

"Oh, no!" He chuckled. "I listen to, um, Knights Of The Black Death. Heavy metal group. You probably—"

"Knights Of The Black Death. Established in 2022—" You began.

"Oh, so you do know them?"

"No, but I do now." You smiled.

"Right. You can search up things in your head." He sighed.

"But I'd like to listen to them. They seem very intriguing!" You said with a large smile.

Connor grinned, his cheeks having a dust of pink to them. It's been awhile since he's smiled like that. Since Anderson's death.

To be continued

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