Connor x Reader - Altering algorithms (DBH)

Chapter 17: Am I a deviant?

"When you refused to kill that android at Kamski's place... You put yourself in her shoes. You showed empathy, Connor. Empathy is a human emotion."

I agreed with Hank. Actually, the android had shown more than once that he was able to feel like any human. Saving Hank, sparing the Tracis or his behavior towards me. I knew that Connor still refused to accept it, so how could I change his mind?

I noticed Connor averting his gaze, another sign of his insecurity. Once more a hint that he perceived things just like us.

"I don't know why I did it..."

I carefully watched as Connor shifted his gaze several times, seemingly nervous. Silence descended in between us, until Connor spoke up again, "I know there are things that haunt you, Hank... Maybe you need to find the courage to move past them... Get on with your life. Just a plastic cop's opinion, but... I had to say it."

The android's advice for Hank warmed my heart. He obviously had started to treasure the lieutenant and I believed it was the same the other way around. Now, Connor turned to me, looking as if he felt extremely guilty.

"I know you always tried your best to protect me (Y/N) and I appreciate that. I am sorry I didn't turn out to be who you wished for..."

My eyes widened, as I opened my mouth, desperately wanting to respond. Somehow, my tongue just did not want to move. Something kept me rooted in that place.

"Well, well, here comes Perkins, that motherfucker... Sure don't waste any time at the FBI..." Hank muttered, squinting his eyes.

Connor glanced back over his shoulder and then focused on us again. "We can't give up... I know the answer is in the evidence we collected. If Perkins takes it, it's all over."

Hank simply answered, "There's no choice! You heard Fowler, we're off the case."

Suddenly, Connor jumped off the table, facing only Hank. "You've got to help me, Lieutenant. I need more time so I can find a lead in the evidence we collected. I know the solution is in there!"

I waited for the lieutenant's reply, feeling anxious. "Listen, Connor..."

"If I don't solve this case, CyberLife will destroy me. Five minutes. It's all I ask," Connor begged.

I slightly lowered my head. "I'll go with him so don't worry Hank. Please, you know I can't lose this."

I stared at the man, who I had started to consider a father by now. He was aware of my feelings towards Connor, I could easily see that. Biting his lip, the grey-haired man sighed.

"Promise to take care of Connor, alright (Y/N)?"

I nodded, full of determination.

"Key to the basement is on my desk... Get a move on you two! I can't distract them forever." Hank chased us away, heading for the FBI agent.

"Perkins! You fucking cocksucker!"

I slightly grinned, watching the scene. Out of nowhere, Connor grabbed my hand, dragging me away. I didn't resist, revelling in his touch. We both ran over to the archive room, stepping through the door. Continuing to walk, we arrived at the second one. Just as Connor was about to open the entrance, a voice called out to us from behind.

"Hey, Connor, rookie! I'm talking to you, assholes! Where you going? We don't need any plastic pricks or amateurs around here! Or didn't anybody tell you?"

I turned to face him, holding back my anger. Yet Connor was still faster than me, protectively stepping in front of my body. "Me and (Y/N) are registering the evidence in our possession, but don't worry. We're going to leave... Though I'm certainly going to miss our bromance."