Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

Not Alive

You found yourself in that alley again, holding the gun, aiming to the android's head. The rain, heavily pouring, making you tremble against your fears. Your hands were shaking, heavy breathing, the only thing you had to do was pull the trigger... and yet you couldn't.

That android was doing the same, and you had to think, make the right decision. But you didn't have time to think, it was a chasing, a quick time event. And yet you couldn't shoot. You heard your name being called, the android noticed... And she was scared.

"(Y/N)? Did you find it?!"

Then your first anxiety attack showed up. You got nervous, she got nervous. LED flashing red.

The gun fired.

"(Y/N)? (Y/N)! FOR FUCK'S SAKE, (Y/N)! WAKE UP, (Y/N)! PLEASE... WAKE UP!"

"(Y/N)!"

You woke up with a deep gasp. Everybody was staring at you, including the teacher at the podium. A classmate woke you up, he was giggling. The teacher walked over to you, and putted her hand on your shoulder.

"Miss (L/N), tell me... Do you sleep well?" She asked.

"Um, yes, i guess." You answered.

"Then why were you sleeping in my class?" The teacher wasn't happy. In fact, a very severe expression sticked on her face.

"I... I'm sorry, Ms. Kim" You tripped on your own word in embarrassment. "I promise this won't happen again."

"Miss (L/N), i must remind you that you're an adult. This is not highschool, you have to face your responsabilities and sleeping during class is not one of them. I'm here to teach you tech-development, not moral lesson."

"I'm really sorry about that." You said, dissapointed on yourself. "I'm just... I not feeling well."

"Since you're not 'feeling well', i think is the best for you to leave." The teacher gestured her hand to the door.

You didn't say anything else. You just picked up your things and left. Outside the university, you waited for a taxi to pass by, but you ran out of patience too soon.

That's just fucking great. I didn't ask to have these nightmares again. It's the first time in weeks! Should i go talk to Hank about this? Isn't he in an investigation right now?

You tested your luck. You walked all the way to the police department just to find Hank and Connor getting out of the car.

"Hank!" You called as you jogged over to them, both Hank and Connor turned their heads towards you. "Hey, Robocop."

"Nice to see you again, Miss (L/N)." Connor politely said.

"What happened?" Hank asked. "You missed me already?"

"Ha-ha" You were unimpressed by his sarcasm. "I see you almost every single day. I actually want to talk to you about something, but can we please get inside first? It's getting really chilly out here."

The three of you headed inside the deparment, that place was less cold then outside. You found yourself sitting on Hank's desk.

"So, what is it?"

"Um..."

You thought better of what you were going to say. Is it really worthy to talk about that? You thought that subject matter was settled a long time ago. You don't really want to revive those stressful memories.

A little bit nervous, you decided to say something else. Now you've got to say something, there's no turning back now.

"We don't have all day, (Y/N). Spit it out." Hank folded his arms.