Irreplaceable (Connor X Reader) /(RK800 X Reader)

Chapter 8

"Connor?" I called, almost silently and his head shot up, his body stiffening instantly.

"(Y/N), I, uh, how are you feeling?" he questioned nervously. I came closer, sitting in the seat next to him. I noticed that the small table that stood between our seat had shifted and the picture that was always face down had suddenly erected. My heart ached just looking at it. She was beautiful, kind and smart. I loved her so much and she loved me in return. But she was gone. I shook my head lightly, trying to take the negative thoughts from my mind and focus on the deviant hunter before me.

"Honestly, not too bad. Thank you for helping me. I'd probably be dead if you hadn't saved me." Connor smiled slightly at that. God, he was adorable.

"It's, um, no problem," Connor replied quietly.

"I'm glad you're a deviant, as odd as that sounds," I stated and Connor looked up at my face, hs cheeks tinted a light blue. I giggled slightly at that.

"It's funnily ironic. Deviant hunter turns deviant. I guess Kamski was wrong." He tried to joke and I stiffened, shifting slightly. The smile on his face immediately dropped to one of concern as he sensed my unease. "What's wrong?"

"I...I still can't believe you.... you shot that girl."I mumbled after a minute of awkward silence. Connor quickly looked away, his gaze finding in the interest in the floor.

"I.. I hadn't thought about it," Connor whispered. He paused before adding "May i ask you a personal question?"

"I guess." i sighed sadly, slowly reaching out to turn the picture of me posing with Elijah and one of the Chloe's. It was the day Chloe passed the Turing test in 2018. Elijah had invited me over to his apartment to meet her before he introduced her to the public. I then turned the picture that contained her in it to face the table. Connor didn't notice, and if he did, he didn't say anything.

"Why were you so emotionally compromised when I shot Chloe?" He asked and i rolled my eyes slightly. Insensitive much?
"About a week ago, probably less, my druggie little brother, Leo came to the house to get more money from dad to feed his addiction. Dad, Markus and I had just gotten back from one of Dad's art events. We came into this room, Markus was sorting Dad a drink when we heard a noise come from Dad's art studio," I carelessly gestured in the general direction of the curtains that hid his studio. "Markus and I went to investigate after calling the police, despite Dad telling us to stay until the cops came. Of course i used the stupid fucking 'I am a cop' excuse. When we pulled back the curtain, there was Leo, some of Dad's paintings in his arms. He was clearly going to sell them for money. He started pushing Markus around, i tried to make him stop, and Markus pushed him back. The day he became a deviant. Leo lost his footing and hit his head on the machine that lifts dad in his wheelchair. There was... so much blood. Dad fell out of his chair to get to Leo. It was straining his heart so went over to calm Dad down. That's when the police arrived. I was about to explain what happened but they shot Markus before i could. When you shot Chloe, images of that night came crashing back. That's why i was so emotional." I explained blankly, staring at the ground beneath me. I felt tears welling in my eyes, ready to spill over at any minute

"I-I had no idea. i'm sorry. I didn't know." Connor apologised, remorse filling his voice. I quickly wiped my eyes and Connor carefully took my hand.

"It was in the news. More the 'Beloved artist, Carl Manfred and his son Leo Manfred near death after a fatal accident' than anything else. The articles didn't include any of the nitty gritty, important facts. Just what they thought was important." I sighed

"Can you... can you forgive me?" He murmured nervously and i looked over at the man next to me.

"I already  have. Whether that means i trust you completely, however, is a different story." I responded and Connor nodded, looking a little hurt but mostly understanding.

"I'm glad. How's your wound?" He asked, swiftly diverting the topic. I smiled a little and squeezed his hand.

"According to Philip, it's going to hurt, but overall, i should be fine. it should heal quickly. I'm able to move around no problem,if that means anything." I answered. He nodded again before looking up at my face. Something in his gaze had shifted. His eyes no longer looked lifeless, cold and robotic. They now looked joyful, kind and full of, what i could only describe as, love. His eyes dashed to my lips quickly, almost too fast for me to catch. Without even realising it, we had both started to lean in. Just as our lips were about to meet, I heard the door open, creaking quietly. I shot back immediately, taking my (E/C)-eyed orbs to the door, where Markus stood. he walked over to us, shooting me a look that screamed 'You're going to tell me everything later'. 

"We need to find a way to hit them hard without violence. More of our people would be ideal, but any deviants left are either in hiding, on the run or being led to their slaughter."Markus stated solemly. 

"What about Cyberlife tower?" I suggested.

"That's just suicide (Y/N)." Markus instantly shot back.

"Not necessarily. There are thousands of androids still in the tower. Ones that the FBI are hoping to reprogram when 'they kill all the deviants'. I heard Perkins talking to Fowler about it the other day at work." I responded, raising an eyebrow.

But how could we get in (Y/N)? If anywhere's going to have high security, it's there."Markus asked

"I could get in. The only people who know im deviant are the people that were on Jericho last night. I could infultrate Cyberlife practically unoticed."Connor offered and I realised he was still holding my hand tightly. I quickly let go and i saw hurt flash in Connor's eyes.

"I'm coming with you to the battle." I stated, looking at Markus

"No. Absolutely not. You're injured. You'll just get yourself killed. You are staying here." Markus inf0rmed and i narrowed my eyes.

"You say that like I'm going to listen. Besides, its not like you and Connor are fucking invinsible. I'm willing to die fighting for you Markus, like I've told you before." I argued, standing up. Markus sighed and shook his head.

"Fine. But I'm making sure you're protected."Markus gave in.

"When are we leaving?" Connor asked, trying to break the slight tension.

"When (Y/N) has rested for another hour, at least." Markus said.

"What, for you to leave while I'm sleeping? No. We leave in thirty minutes. That's final." I interjected

"Can't argue with her. She's always right." Connor joked lighlty and i smiled.

"Damn straight." I stated before turning on my heel to get myself ready for this battle.