Faulty Codes (DBH Connor x OC)

Faulty Codes

This brought a humongous smile to her face. "Philosophy, Connor? Androids... they shouldn't..." but instead of finishing the sentence, she just shook her head, "Do you have emotions?"

"I don't know. I think I might," Connor declared, and the smile spread all the way across her face, making her happiness was evident no matter where she looked.

Jamie sprung forward and hugged him. It took a few seconds before Connor finally returned the gesture, seeing as nobody had ever hugged him before. The feeling of her chest rising and falling against his and the brushing movements her fingertips made on his back made his stomach seemingly did flips.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps behind him, and she pulled away. Suddenly, there was a man in a white lab coat glaring directly at the two of them.

"Travers," he snickered, "I can't believe you support deviants."

Her breath shuddered and she stood up. Connor did as well, moving to step in front of Jamie protectively, but she stopped him.

"I can't believe after all the work we did together, you are betraying your own kind."

It was a long story. Jamie had previously worked with him when he took a sharp anti-android turn and completely went off his rocker. After trying to convince him and calm down, he cut her severely on her upper arm. Luckily, she'd healed, but she cut off all future research with him.

"Jamie, please let me protect you," Connor begged.

"Do not, Connor. You have no idea what this man is capable of," Jamie stated, moving in front of Connor. Connor wondered why that statement didn't work in his favour. Jamie were a human, easily and permanently damaged. He could be replaced and he was - like she said - superior to humans.

"Travers, come here and I will not hurt the piece of garbage." Connor watched as her blood pressure skyrocketed and her fists balled up until her knuckles turned white.

"He's not a piece of garbage," Jamie defended, a raging debate in her mind rendering her all her saved comebacks unusable.

"He can never feel anything for you, Jamie. You should know that better than anyone," the man stated.

The sorrow seeped into her eyes, and it seemed that this was actually able to hurt Jamie. Perhaps because all her thoughts for the past month were confirmed, were vocalized in such a hostile way that she was further convinced it was true.

"Of course, Harry, I'm unlovable," she swallowed, and Connor's heart split in two.

Connor looked like a deer in headlights. Jamie normally seemed so self-confident, so happy. And yet one of the worst thoughts a human could have was spoken out of her mouth.

"Oh, poor piece of plastic, did she not tell you?"

Connor felt a bit of a stab in the heart. What did Connor not know that this man did?

"When did you plan on telling him about your mental health issues, Jamie?" the man asked.

She looked at the ground. Those words were spat out with such toxicity, such venom that it was impossible for her to not feel hurt. "I'm so sorry, Connor."

"It's alright. Now please, just let me take care of him," Connor whispered. Jamie shook her head and all of a sudden, Jamie's lab partner had a gun pointed at her head and in a chokehold.

"Just leave me be, Connor. I don't want you getting hurt," She mumbled. A single tear made its way down her cheek. Connor couldn't bear watching her in pain. Error messages clogged his vision with instructions, urging him to obey the orders she'd given him.