Not My Type! | Connor x Reader

Scared

You kept doing your homework after the call, it would probably take a while for Connor to come. Hank sounded a bit off on the phone when he spoke, and from what he told you, it seemed pretty odd. You wanted to question Connor, know his point of view about that uncommon situation. It wasn't just empathy, you thought. You also wanted to talk to him, and understand what that android broadcast was.

Several minutes later you found yourself trapped among the difficult questions in your books, you couldn't find the right answers. Poor you. You've always hated quizzes, but this is important now, finals are still getting closer even with classes suspended.

This one is component #32... and what else?? 32... 32... 5? No. Jesus, which numbers? Component #32..1...9?

"Component... component..." You tapped your pen against your inner lip, totally puzzled. Suddenly a buzzing downstairs pulled you out of your struggle. It's probably Connor. "Oh, Thank God, I got a reason to take a break!"

You got out of your room and went down the stairs. When you opened the door, there was the android standing right in front of you, with small snowflakes resting on his artificial brown hair. "Hello, Miss (L/N)."

"Hey, Robocop." You stepped aside so Connor would have his way in.

"Lieutenant told me you wanted me to pass by." Connor commented.

"Yeah... But I think you'll probably call me a opportunist later." You murmured.

"Why is that?" Connor questioned.

"Um, 'cause you're gonna help me with something..." You closed the door. "I guess."

While you were downstairs doing some stuff, you left Connor alone in the living room. The android decided to explore your house. Connor walked around the living room, which was tidier than Hank's, but the only things he found was some old Rihanna CDs. He assumed you like this kind of music. Then Connor went upstairs, there was only the bathroom and your bedroom. There wouldn't be anything interesting in the bathroom so he headed to your bedroom.

The door was open, so he got into the bedroom. Nothing extraordinary about it, but a lot to analyze. There was a big and dynamic stereo next to a dresser, and a desk with a computer across the room, there was digital books and papers scattered on the desk. Connor ran his fingers on the papers and he notice a detailed android anatomy graphic in one of the books, it was some kind of incomplete homework, apparently.

Connor walked over to the dresser, and checked the things upon it. There was some perfumes, real books and a peculiar picture frame: a little girl with a man, both in their swimsuits. It was you and Hank. Both of you were smiling widely in that picture, Connor never saw Hank smile like that... Or smile at all. Hank was way younger at that time, so were you. The android guessed you were around 9 years old the moment that picture was taken.

He put the picture back in it's place. When he was about to turn around, his right foot bumped into some kind of box on the floor next to the bed, almost buried underneath it. Connor curiously picked up the lidless small box, and noticed that it was filled with photographs and some items. It was filled with your memories of the past. Connor picked a photo among many, and put the box on the bed behind him. It was you in a zoo with a man who wasn't Hank. He analyzed the picture: it was your father, (D/N).

"What the fuck are you doing, snooping around my stuff?!" Connor was surprised by your voice as you snatched the photo out of his hands. 

"I'm really sorry, Miss (L/N)." Connor apologized. "I didn't mean to be... nosy. I just wanted to know more about you."

"Well, you could've just asked!" You retorted. Then you sighed, glancing at the photo for a moment. "This is just... too important, y'know?"