Scatterbrained {ConnorxReader}

~Chapter 15~

~IMPORTANT~
This chapter has a scene including suicide. If you are triggered by this topic or are uncomfortable with it, this chapter will act similarity to chapter 11. When I write ~SKIP~, scroll down to where it says ~SAFE ZONE~. If you're fine with this, then I hope you enjoy the chapter. See you at the end!
Remember, people love and care about you. We are all here to support you. You don't have to come to the conclusion of... that. <3

After the hijacked news broadcast in the early evening, everyone would be skeptical of the Androids in the streets and in their homes. Even Hank started acting different around Connor when they arrived from work. But you, you actually felt fonder towards him. Knowing that they could act as human as they look made you feel comfortable around them. They'd be just the same as humans, right?
"I bet you tomorrow's dinner we'll be called in tonight to investigate that news tower." Hank sighed exasperatedly as the duo entered the home. Sumo quickly greeted them, shifting the irritated mood of the old man.
"Hello, Y/N." Connor greeted.
"Hi guys. I'm assuming you all saw the broadcast then?" You smiled towards the Android and shifted your complete attention to both of them.
"Yeah. Everyone was watching it." Hank then made himself at home by watching something on TV, but you didn't care at all. You were already deep in conversation with Connor, making up for the time you'd been apart. Most of the time you didn't pay attention to what you were discussing. You were busy memorizing every freckle and blemish on the Androids' face. How did CyberLife manage to make him look so human-like?
Just when you felt like Hank was going to tease the two of you for whoever knows what, his phone rang.
"You owe tomorrow's dinner." He eyed Connor.
"I suppose I could use some of CyberLife's money, sure." Connor agreed. Hank promptly answered the call, and hung up with the information.
"You and I are headed to Stratford Tower in an hour." He half-mentioned, half-sighed. But you could tell he was still ready for a new investigation. Connor constantly talked about Hank acting as if his job was the worst you could possibly be working for, but he quite truly loved what he did and was excellent at such. You wouldn't tell him that Connor spoke of that.
"Then you should at least have something to eat!"
"No, you don't have to-" You abruptly stopped Hank by jumping off the couch and advanced towards the small kitchen.
"Sandwiches it is, then." Connor followed behind you curiously. For the first few moments, the Android stood behind you as you gathered materials like lunch meat, lettuce, mayonnaise and other sandwich toppings.
"May I be of assistance?" You jumped at the voice behind you. A sheepish smile crept on your face at the machine-counterpart of a man behind you. A small nod sent him into action.
The rest of the evening spent together was relaxing. A small dinner, some socialization time, and then the departure. Just as Hank and Connor were about to open the door, you called for them to wait for you. The duo hesitated.
"Uhh," Hank scratched his head. "you're not coming along on this one. Sorry, kid." You felt your heart skip a beat, then you fell into sadness.
"But, ...Con-" you stopped yourself. You needed Connor.
"The last one was just a search. The deviant wasn't armed, from the robbery reports. I deemed it safe for your to join, but..." The older man began.
"A civilian was killed in this investigation. The crime is too serious, and we can't risk another casualty." Connor finished. The house fell into silence. Another night spent alone, it seemed.
"Okay. B...Be safe, you two." You forced a gentle smile until a hand reached your wrist. Your eyes met Connor's.
"We will. You don't have to worry." His voice fell to a whisper. "I'll be back soon." His hand slid away from yours and towards the door handle. You suddenly felt a rush of- what...what was this? Hank's blue eyes shifted between you and the Android, then left with a silent nod. You heard the door click, and once again you were left alone with Sumo.
The next two hours were spent watching TV, playing with Sumo, eating food, and and listening to Hank's jazz music until the party arrived back home. You jumped off of the couch to greet Hank and the Android accompanying him until you realized that, that certain someone wasn't there. A strange feeling erupted in your chest. The air suddenly grew awkward.
"Hey, Hank." You forced yourself to say. A short "Hey" was the following response as he hung up his snow-covered coat. Sumo trotted towards him, yet was ignored as he walked straight passed him.
"Where...where's Connor?" You went to play with your fingers before you realized they were already shaking. It took ages for an answer from the man. Standing before the window in the kitchen, he uttered an answer.
"Dead." Your stomach lurched. Dead? No, he couldn't be. How?
"Wait- what do you mean?" Words fumbled out of your mouth. Carrying a quarter-empty bottle, he travelled back to his chair before the TV. You just then noticed how tired he looked. His eyes were deprived of the amused look you had seen the last time you saw him.
"Don't worry, he'll be back tomorrow." This baffled you to confusion of unreachable limits.
"What? You just said he's dead, y-...you're making no sense right now!" You took a step forward as your voice rose. Hank simply sighed.
"Androids aren't human. They're machines." Your confused and exasperated expression shifted to doubt. "I think- I think they take their memory or somethin'," He paused to take a swig of the drink.
"and put that in a different body. Like, the same thing, but...fuck." He confused himself, thus ending the conversation. The new information perplexed you, certainly, but you thought you understood for now. If Connor was to be here tomorrow, then you'd ask him about it. A soft whine brought you to your senses. Sumo hesitantly wagged his tail, wondering why nobody was paying attention to him. He knew something was wrong. You sat down on the floor with him to play some more.
"It's okay, he'll be home soon." You mumbled into his soft ear. The sound of the TV and cars passing by outside meshed together into white noise. How much you wished you could be talking to the brown-eyed Android, and laughing with Hank, who was currently... you didn't know. Half unconscious? You couldn't tell.
"Ya know...I feel like it's my fault." Your heart skipped as he alerted you to your senses.
"What?" You replied.
"I was too late. He could be alive if it weren't fer me." In between every sentence, he took another drink of what you soon put together was alcohol. You had moved to the couch beside the chair he was seated at with Sumo. A part of you wanted to- no, the whole of you wanted to say 'I'm sure it isn't your fault, Hank.' but you knew that wouldn't get anywhere. A long silence fell over the home. Your mind switched to your speculations as to what happened at the news tower. Even if Connor couldn't feel scared, he...there must've been something there, right? Then you realized how much you cared for him. To you, Connor was more than just a detective doing his job. He had rebuilt your life ever since the incident. You'd do anything for him because of that. When he returned home tomorrow, you'll hug him and tell him how thankful you were for him. With humans, you don't get second chances.
"He died in m'arms." Hank slurred again. "Just like....ah, shit." Your curious mind urged for you to ask who he was referring to, but you stopped yourself. Only a few more minutes passed until the reek of alcohol was unbearable.
"I think I'm going to sleep. I can't wait any longer until tomorrow." You half-joked yet you knew you were telling the truth. Hank mumbled something before you stood up to use the restroom before sleeping, a.k.a ample time for the man to get to his bed. After a moment of looking yourself over in the mirror, you stepped back outside again. The rest of the lights were shut off and everyone went to be for the night. Yet, you felt the need to say something.
"Goodnight...Connor."

Click!
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Click!
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Click!
You were woken up by the repetitive noise. Not being able to see the clock, you couldn't tell what time it was.
Click!
What was that noise? Connor? No, his coin sounded more...well, metallic, you supposed.
Click! Followed by a half-agitated sigh.
You sat yourself up then fixed your clothes and bed-head hair to investigate the noise.
Click! Followed by a saddened dog's whine.
You just then noticed that Hanks' bedroom lamp was turned on. Was something wrong? Your fingers trailed against the wallpaper as your clumsy footing headed to the bedroom. The clicking noise only grew louder alongside your curiosity and worry.
~SKIP~
As you peeked your head around the corner, you found Hank sitting at the edge of his bed with a gun pointed to his temple. Lacking the authority to enter, you barged inside after him.
"Wait, Hank! What are you doing?" Sumo and him were visibly surprised at your entrance. Before he could do anything, you snatched the gun away from his hand and held it away. Hank took a step forward.
"I wasn't even-" You only held the gun farther away when he attempted reaching for it.
"You don't have to do this...or any of this, including the drinking." You started. Half of his exhausted expression was hidden in the shadows of the room lighting.
"I know...that you're hiding some things from me. But I know that whatever happened last night with Connor wasn't your fault. He'll be back tomorrow, and we can all start anew." You were almost cradling the gun into your side. It felt heavy in your grip- not literally, but in a way where you felt as if you had too much power. You could take someone's life with this.
"I...I just don't want you to keep hurting yourself this way. We care about you. Me, Connor, and Sumo." Both of you stood still in each other's presence. You felt guilty for stepping in on him like this, but you didn't have a clue where this could've escalated to.
"So I'm confiscating this from you," Hank was about to speak. "until you need it for work." You finished.
~SAFE ZONE~
Thoughts toppled over each other as you began to walk away. Your feet stopped at the doorframe and you turned around. You could barely see his face.
"We love you. Don't do anything stupid...Goodnight."
"Goodnight," you heard him mumble. "...Thank you." You patted Sumo on the head, and exited the room.

Here's a long chapter for missing last week's update! I hope you enjoyed.
Until next time, Pixel Crew.