Why You? Connor x Reader

I'm not an Android

I wanted to disappear. "Why didn't you tell me? You should have told me, if no one else." Hank. He stood beside the arm of the sofa, staring at the container of black liquid.

I took a short breath. "Because... because I thought you'd hate me. You hate androids, Hank. What makes me any different? Just a 'fucking piece of plastic.'" Rayna took my arm, to help me sit up. I pulled away, turning onto my side so that my face was buried into the back of the sofa. "Please... don't touch me. I'm disgusting."

A hand reached out to my shoulder, I flinched. "You know where to find me when your ready to talk... I'll hear you out. For now... Connor, stay here with her. Don't let her do anything stupid." He didn't sound angry anymore, just disappointed. My fingers dug into my skin as I curled into myself. I heard Hank open the door and leave my home.

It was silent for awhile, Rayna having returned to my room for something. When she came back she was holding the other optical unit. "(Y/n)... We should finish putting this unit in, that way you don't have to clean the circuits." I turned to her just long enough to insert the new unit and look away from the two of them. She sighed before turning to Connor. "I should explain what happened."

Connor shifted on the sofa so that he sat just behind my knees. "Yes, please do. I would like to understand." Silence permeated the room. The atmosphere was cold, and dark. Shifting my weight I decided to draw a bath.

I turned slowly to look at Rayna. "I'm going to take a bath..." I muttered, and walked to my bathroom. Staring at the tub before starting to fill it with water. I tried to put some lavender bath bombs in hoping they would help me relax... but it was just a facade. I'm done, just done. The one person I was close to... I broke him. "I'm sorry, Hank." Without taking off my clothes I just stepped into the water, just a little longer.

(Connor POV)

Rayna left to get a few photos so she could start her explanation. We heard when the water started to fill the tub, the smell of lavender drifting through the cracks. It was about three minutes before the water stopped and another five Rayna came back. In her hands was a photo album. "Connor... what I'm about to tell you is going to come as a shock, if you haven't already figured it out."

I kept glancing to the bathroom. I was expecting to hear more sounds, like the water shifting or splashing. "I'm listening."

She gave a small nod, looking to the bathroom as well. I thought, for a moment, her expression matched her concern. "Just before her father retired from CyberLife, (Y/n) was involved in an accident. The accident destroyed her right leg and left arm... as well as several internal organs. She was on life support for two months. The doctors couldn't do anything for her, in their eyes, she was already dead. They told her father that, it would be best to let her go. He refused, and as the leading person in charge of CyberLife he had an idea. Her lungs that had collapsed, replaced by Bio-Components.

"Her heart that wouldn't beat, replaced by a Thirium pump with some modifications. Her eyes, that had been destroyed... replaced with optical units. Her crushed limbs, replaced with new, sturdy plastic ones. Her Thirium pump is slightly larger than an average androids for two reasons. It not only moves the Thirium through her Bio-components but her body's blood as well. Occasionally, it intermixes the two so as to ease the pain she feels.

"Even now, she is in excruciating pain. Thirium was the only way to make it tolerable. She was always proud of her father's work... until it changed her. She became distant to those she used to love. Only letting a few people in, but never telling them her secret. She is convinced that if they knew, they would find her disgusting and never want to see her again. Because of what she is.

"Given the torment that androids such as myself receive from just random passers-by on the street, her caution is not unwarranted. She hasn't spoken to her father in five years, despite his attempts to speak with her. She worked hard to get to where she is in the DPD, but I can see in her eyes how lonely and... broken she is. I had wished... that when she started talking with Hank, he could ease her pain. Yet when she learned about his son... she stopped trying."

I looked at the photo album that was given to me. She looked happier before the accident, but you could see the toll it had taken on her after. Slowly, her skin started to lose its color. Her hair had lost its shine. Her eyes... lost their life. Even her smile, looked forced. I glanced back to the bathroom, it just seemed as if something was off.

Setting the book on the table I walked over to the door. I knocked. "(Y/n), are you alright?" There was no response, not even a shift in the water. So, I knocked again before trying the knob. It was locked. Rayna ran out of the living room and into the kitchen. I could hear a drawer open and the clank of metal before she rushed over to the door. There was a small driver in her hand, which she pressed into the hole.

After a second of fiddling with it we heard the click. Opening the door we ran over to the tub and I reached my hands into the water to grasp onto anything I could find. My hands found her shoulders which I hauled above the water. Her lips were pale as her skin, her eyes closed as water dropped from her clothed body.

Rayna looked conflicted as for what to do. So I hauled her out onto the floor and pressed against her stomach, trying to push the water out of her lungs. Holding my fingers to plug her nose I pushed air into her mouth. After doing this for a few moments she finally coughed. Water spilled from her mouth as I turned her to her side.

Her body was shivering, and cold. I turned my attention to her android. "I need towels and a new set of clothes." She was quick to nod and run out of the room. It took her thirty seconds to return with the towels and clothing I asked for. We made quick work of taking off her wet clothes and drying her skin and hair before putting her in the new clothes. She was still cold so we took her to the living room where Rayna started a fire and I layered blankets over her.

Once we were done, Rayna sat diligently by her side, hand holding (Y/n)'s. I glanced at the clock, it was already 6:30. "Thank you, Connor." I turned my attention back to Rayna. "For saving her. I know you didn't have to."

I shook my head. "I did, she is imperative to my mission. If you knew some way for me to get her to trust me, that would make things much easier."