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rainbowxocs · 4 months ago

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The Trolley Problem by Angel.

TWs: Descriptions of Child Abuse, Specifically Emotional and Physical, and also Torture/Scientific Experiments.

Chapter 1

Memories before the war.

Hmm… I guess there’s no where to start but the beginning.

I actually remember being born, funnily enough. It was a horrible experience, If I could do it over I would never do that again. But hindsight is 20/20. My mom, Maria, really wanted a daughter. I remember she use to tell me how much of a disappointment I was, she was expecting so much more out of me.

I don’t blame her for hating me. I was a mistake, I didn’t give her what she wanted. I was a gross fleshy blob, and at the time I didn’t know how to make my momma happy. Actually, I wasn’t really useful to anyone really. Yknow when you walk into a room and you have this aching in your chest that everyone there is annoyed by you?

Most of my family looked at me like that, with complete apathy. I don’t blame them, I would hate me too. I tried really hard as a kid to impress my family but none of them really cared much. The closest I got to care was from Stellan, our A.I maid, but even then he stayed away from me for the most part.

For most of my childhood I was locked up in my room, with nothing to do really. I didn’t have any furniture or toys or windows to look out of, I don’t think there was even a lightbulb in the ceiling. So, to pass the time I would imagine. I would write stories in my head of fantastical worlds and happy endings.

This was both a good and a bad thing. Mom got really mad when I accidentally ignored her in favor of slaying a dragon. I remember she always had the most creative punishments for me when I misbehaved. Though getting things cut off like your hair or fingers hurt like no other.

At least both grow back though. So I wasn’t too worried about it. Mom hated that, she always used to yell at me for being so nonchalant about everything. I don’t know why I was, I guess when things would happen I would just retreat into my mind.

I think about her a lot. It’s hard not to. Me and her share a face, my Grandpa always joked that my mom was like a printer as she made an exact copy of herself. Which I always found funny because of how different me and momma are.

Grandpa was always weird like that though. He was the only person who would talk to me when I was a child. He use to teach me things about old currency, like how we use to have paper money and coins, he actually showed me his huge coin collection and it was very cool. He always told me that I was a miracle.

My dad hated that his dad would give me so much attention. My dad hated me in general, he always said I was “Maria’s problem.” And not his. But I still always tried to impress him. He was home a lot more often than Mom was. She had to work late hours passing laws and doing speeches. So when dad would get home it would often just be me, him, and Stellan.

Honestly, I kinda preferred my dad sometimes. He still hated me, but he was quiet and predictable unlike my mom. Mom could find anything about me to be mad at, but Dad only got mad if I did something wrong, like talk to him. His punishments were less severe as well, getting hit is a lot less painful than getting stabbed or something like that.

Even though my family was in the public eye, nobody in the outside world knew about me. My grandpa said I was one of the best kept secrets in New America, which I thought was funny. Honestly I’m glad nobody knew about me, Mom and Dad use to get hounded by people wherever they went, even Stellan sometimes got stalked.

The bad thing about not being known though was that I wasn’t allowed outside of our apartment. Which was okay, but a little cramped. I remember when Mom wasn’t home I was allowed to go outside of my room, and sometimes I would peek out the windows and just watch the city dwellers on the streets before us. I remember thinking they looked like Ants.

That was my life, I had a very specific routine and I followed it to the letter. Until one day when I was ten years old. A year ago, the incident had happened, and I knew Mom had been stressed out since then, I didn’t know much about the war, only that it seemed to get worse every day, and Mom wasn’t coping well.

Our entire society relied on technology, and that technology had completely rebelled against us in the worst way possible. Most people on the news believed the war would only last a few months at most, maybe causing a few supply chain issues. But the A.I were brutal.

I didn’t know this at the time but Mom had been funding experiments throughout the past year in order to find a way to stop the A.I, however none of it had been working. Until one day, Mom picked me up and took me on a trip to West Virginia. This was super exciting for me as I had never been outside the apartment let alone outside of the state.

I didn’t understand what Mom was doing at the time. But we eventually drove up to a large building in the middle of nowhere, and some scientists took me out of the car and dragged me into the facility, I kicked and screamed for my mom but she ended up driving away.

I remember being so scared as the scientists put me into my new room, it was large with tall concrete walls and floor, and the only light source came from the observation deck above me where the scientists looked down. There were no doors, no known way to escape.

I remember the first day they didn’t bother me. Probably letting me acclimate to my new surroundings, I sobbed the entire day and didn’t get much sleep. I was use to being in an empty room but not one so cold and uncomfortable.

I’m going to save you from most of the details of my stay at Salendine, I was there for four years and to be honest, every day was the same. They would experiment on me somehow, usually with some method of torture like electrocution or starvation, and after the torture they would give me a task.

They essentially were trying to train me into being an obedient computer. They wanted me to obey their every command by frying my brain. I never was able to please them though. I was still a human, after all. No matter how obedient I was, I would never be a robot. But they believed if they just tortured me enough that I would eventually become the perfect weapon for them.

Unfortunately for them, I am not so easily broken.

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Chapter 2.

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allforhader · 4 years ago

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I’m Not Leaving

Agent Haggard x (M) Reader

Warning: Langauge, Injury

“You have to stay with me...please. This isn’t how you end”

“It’s...the job Hag”

That’s not where we started. Leading up to that...made me feel like my world was ending.

Y/N stepped into the agency checking his watch to make sure he’s on time. Even if any time is on time depending on assignment. But he’s new. The chief told him he’s assigned to one of the field agents for the extraterrestrial division. It’s just a matter of finding him since...most dress code is suits.

“Which desk is Agent Haggard’s?” Y/N asks one of the wanders as he pointed toward Zoil’s office as Haggard was placed in front of his. “Thanks”

Y/N makes his way over to his desk seeing him indulged in his work. “Agent Haggard?”

“Yes?” Haggard looks up from his desk seeing a new face. “Um. Have we met?”

“Oh, No. But I am the new guy. Zoil had me assigned to you?”

“Oh. Fuck right. You’re Y/N”

“Exactly” Y/N laughs a bit as Haggard points to the empty desk in front of him.

“You can set up there until we get assigned” Haggard smiles as Y/N sits down already getting situated. “So...when did you get transferred here?”

“Uh. I wasn’t transferred. I got assigned here after training and then Zoil assigned me to shadow you until I know my place” Y/N smiles as Haggard was about to ask something when they both got alerted for a case. “Guess I get to see you in action Agent Haggard”

“More like I’ll be seeing what you can do Y/N” Haggard smiles leading the way.

He’s...not bad. Thought rookies would usually suck since...I’m usually assigned the ones that were last in their class. But Y/N’s different. He actually knows how to aim that’s a plus right there. But that’s not it. He’s great at the forensics stuff. We don’t even need the forensics guy to come down to the scene to check everything out. Just give the gear to Y/N and he can immediately get the next lead we need just from the crime scene. I know we tend to mainly focus on the extraterrestrial but if he wanted a recommendation to be in any other department. He has signed his own ticket anywhere. Y/N is a utility player. When assignments for departments come up, I hope he stays here.

Because I wouldn’t mind a new partner...

“So. You’re staying in my department after all?” Haggard smiles as Y/N laughs at the comment when they were out on a stake.

“Yeah. The extraterrestrial is where it’s at. Even if some of the document shit is weird to look at” Y/N smiles checking the radar for anything. “Plus the dessert at night is better than mid day. Fuck that heat man”

“Exactly. Fuck that heat. But yknow. It’s the job”

Y/N laughs nodding before handing off the tablet to Hag so he can put his seat all the way back and kick his feet up on the dash. Haggard enjoyed the quiet stake out nights, not much happened and they were mainly watching a warehouse from a distance. Thinking they wouldn’t see any activity today...

But things change.

“This is a very stupid question”

“You didn’t even ask it Hag”

“Well”

“Just ask it man” Y/N laughs as Haggard closes the tablet for a second.

“Do you know what at-risk is?”

“Hm. With agents or hospital criteria”

“Agents”

“Usually means they have someone or something in their life that people can take advantage of. Including the agency. It’s a fucked thought but yknow. That’s how it is” Y/N looks at Haggard confused on why he asked as Haggard was about to clear that up when the tablet starting beeping.

“Y/N��“

“Get ready to get physical Haggard” Y/N steps out loading his gun as Haggard tosses the tablet into his seat stepping out to approach the scene with Y/N.

“Calling base—activity spiked” Haggard tells his intercom receiving word that back up will be on stand by with a call.

As the two were on opposite sides of the door giving each other an exchange. Y/N didn’t want to tell Haggard what was on his mind as he darts his eyes in.

Silence when the two entered and slowly scanned around the perimeter. Y/N lowers his gun before putting it in it’s holster quickly examining the crates on one side. Haggard still kept his gun in hand as he examines the more hospital like side of the facility.

“If we call in forensics and clean up we can get some of this stuff examined back—“ Y/N stops talking when he spotted something on the upper deck and instead of telling Haggard he went to handle it.

Taking big steps New Guy

“Y/N, this is more of experimentations than extraterrestrial” Haggard turned around not finding Y/N which kick started his anxiety but before he could say anything more—

A body slams on the ground in front of him making Haggard take a step back.

“What the fuck?”

A ladder kicked down from the upper deck and Haggard saw Y/N slide down it locking eyes with Hag.

“What?”

“You’re bleeding”

“It doesn’t matter” Y/N buttons his suit jacket to cover up the wound in his side from Haggard’s eyes but he was still fixated on the fact that he was hurt.

“You should let me call it in”

“Hag. Everybody gets hurt on the job”

“I get that. But you’re still bleeding” Haggard stood behind him trying to get a better look as Y/N knelt down taking the man’s arm and checking for a pulse.

“It’s faint but there.”

“What were you doing?”

“Investigating. Doing my job?” Y/N stands laughing a bit before handing Haggard what the man had on his person. “We need to get this guy back and get answers”

“Need to take everything in this facility” Haggard states reading the file as Y/N looks around them for a moment.

Stop

Take it in.

Breath.

I like you Hag.

The business makes it difficult for everything.

“HAG—“

Haggard was suddenly pulled to the ground when a gun shot was fired. He drops everything in hand and before he assessed he grabbed his gun aiming toward the fire and taking down the fireman. Y/N pushes himself onto his back before pressing the gun shot wound in his chest even if it did go through.

“Call it in—-s-should’ve—s...shouldn’t h-have said no earlier” Y/N chokes on his words feeling Haggard press his jacket on his wound. “Dude—“

“Calling in Medic—agent down” Haggard tells his communicator before placing both hands applying pressure. “This ain’t the end you know”

“Heh...f-feels like it” Y/N felt a new pain grow in his chest as he gave Haggard a worried expression. “Hey-...um I gotta tell you something”

“Stop talking. You’re gonna stay with me”

“Hag—“

“You have to stay with me...please. This isn’t how you end”

“It’s...the job Hag” Y/N laughs before coughing slowly pressing his fingers against his lips feeling blood. “That’s new...”

“Y/N...please.”

“No...listen please...” Y/N begs dropping his arm and feeling his breathing slowly grow faster. “Come on...we both know w-w-what we are....a-a-I...I’m...y-your partner”

“Yeah...yeah I know. You’re my partner...God. I want you to be...Y/N please—“

“Hag. N-Not in t-t-the business...” Y/N laughs more coughing as Haggard felt his face burn from the tears streaming down his face. “C...Come on...I-I...s-saw you...”

“I didn’t want to look away from you...Keep breathing please...they are on their way. Medic is on their way.”

“Hm...Hag?”

“Y/N...”

“W...Will...y-you.....” Y/N scoffs resting his hand on top of Haggard’s. “b....be mine....” and the silence filled the room after.

The inaudible silence...

Haggard

Agent Haggard?

Haggard!

Agent fucking Haggard.

Cmon Hag...

Hag.

Haggard?

Hag...

Night Count: 1

“Agent Haggard. You are not allowed personnel files on an injured agent!”

“He’s my partner. I was his mentor in the beginning. I should be allowed to know his condition!”

“Stand down Haggard. Or you’ll be suspended”

“Fuck off Zoil! Do you have any idea what it’s like—“

“DONT FINISH THE FUCKING SENTENCE” Zoil snaps at Haggard as the volume alerted almost everyone in the building. “I’ve lost HUNDREDS. This is ONE MAN. And he’s still alive! You should be happy with just that fact!”

“I won’t be happy until he’s out of the infirmary”

“Hag-“ Zoil stops himself before finally caving. He sat down and pulled up Y/N’s medical file from last night since it’s very recent everything is still updating. “Agent Y/F/N Y/L/N. Stab in the left side resulting in the loss of his spleen and his stomach needing repairing. The GSW located in the lower quadrant of his abdomen hitting the spinal cord and small intestine. Both needing to be repaired and bone fragments being removed. Condition being critical he was put in a medically induced coma and the doctors think he won’t be able to walk again”

Maybe he shouldn’t have heard that.

Night Count: 5

Haggard steps into the infirmary seeing the doctor do his routine checks on all his patients in the facility. He stood over Y/N’s body writing down the new vitals before getting a nurse to take new labs.

“Anything new?” Haggard asks as Y/N’s Doctor was hesitant to say anything since the night he came in—-

Haggard threatened everybody if Y/N didn’t pull through.

“Nothing changed Agent Haggard. We’ll know with the labs”

“You should order new scans”

“If this is about his spinal injury. We wouldn’t know until he wakes up to tell us if he can feel anything. Sorry Agent Haggard” The Doctor left shortly after stating that and Haggard took the seat beside Y/N’s bed watching him like he did the other nights.

Zoil walks by the infirmary when it was starting to get dark spotting Haggard in the chair still. He rolls his eyes stepping in and smacking the poor guy in the back of the head.

“What?”

“I put you on leave today and you’re sitting here waiting”

“Can’t go home. Can’t just sit there and do nothing”

“But you’re sitting here and doing nothing. Haggard. There’s nothing you can do or we can do besides wait. Now get out before I force security on you” Zoil threats as Haggard stood to his feet when Zoil stepped away.

He walks up to Y/N’s up resting the back of his hand on his cheek caressing before composing himself and leaving.

He didn’t like leaving.

Night Count: 11

Haggard storms into the facility heading toward the medical wing and he was immediately stopped by a few other agents. They were assigned to keep Haggard out until Zoil and the doctors knew exactly what was happening.

“Move”

“No”

“Don’t make me push you”

“You’ll be fired Haggard if you harm any of them” Zoil states shooing them off before moving out of the way. “You hurt him. You pay the price Hag”

Haggard didn’t like how he said that but he immediately went in. The closer he got to Y/N’s bed the more relived he was to find him sitting up and smiling. No more of the scary machines doing the work for him that’s for sure.

“Sup...H-Hag” Y/N chokes up a bit before clearing his throat. “Jeez...” he laughs as Haggard sat down on the side of his bed taking his hand into his. “So...how’s it been being by at my side for eleven nights?”

“Hell. Pure fucking hell”

“Hmm....at l-least I’m here bitch” Y/N laughs punching Hag’s arm before resting his hand on his knee. “You fucking moron....”

“What?”

“Threatening. Waiting. Crying. When you should’ve just had the benefit of the doubt that I won’t be leaving your side any time soon” Y/N smiles feeling Haggard’s hand rest on his cheek instantly making him ease into it.

“You have no fucking idea how much I care about you”

“Hm...I saw that that night Hag...now are you going to continue to look at me or actually answer my question?”

Haggard laughs a bit before taking Y/N’s face gently in his hands close the space between the two. Y/N grabbed his jacket keeping him there enjoying the sweet kiss.

Gladly accepting this as a yes.

#bill hader #bill hader gifs #bill hader x reader #agent haggard x reader #agent haggard #paul

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prompt-master · 6 years ago

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A DBH fic where Connor gets whumped up an electrocuted! The worst part about Hank's job was when they're a deviant and they ran away. Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to be a human dude and run after a God Damn robot? Sure, Connor always charged after the android without any hesitation and was more than capable of keeping up with them, but that didn't help Hank at all emotionally. It just stressed him out, if his hair wasn't gray before it would be now. Any time Connor runs after those things he always thinks he's gonna end up dead somehow. And now there's no Cyberlife to trust with relating Connor let alone getting the kid an entire new body.

This case was no different from his fears. In fact it'd completely shocked Hank down to his bones. This time instead of the usual schitque, the deviant was hacked by another human at an attempt for a no energy, no risk break in. The owner of the android had called in asking for help, as the android was acting weird and taking everything, only to be cut off with a bullet to the back of her head.

Connor and Hank, yeah Hank can help too ok they're a DUO, quickly figured out after a search of the Android's room that there was someone else controlling him. Using the signal, Connor narrowed down the location of the hacker to an apartment down the block. But the second they were in the apartment? The Android greeted them. Out of shock Hank had shot him in the arm when it attacked, but he quickly recovered and shoved them both, jumping off the damn second floor balcony and booking it.

"Mother fucker-" He cut his upset rant off when Connor perched himself over the rails of the balcony, "You're not going after him are ya?!"

Connor looked down to where Hank had grabbed his arm, LED yellow and red. He looked back to where the deviant was running, "No time. I can't let him get away. Find the hacker" and with that he shoved Hank off of him and jumped down, giving way to the rush of chase.

Hank continued to swear. There was no way he'd be able to follow them, so he supposed Connor was right just...look for the hacker. Well except that the entire apartment was abandoned. Figures a top notch hacker like that was too smart to hack in their actual house. But...just dumb enough to leave their laptop on. Or rushed out too quickly...

The laptop blinked to life when he poked it, it was an old thing, one Hank used in his college days when androids were just starting to be designed. Now yeah Hank wasn't exactly...tech savvy. That was Connor's job. But he could at least tell that this wasn't the hacking computer...BUT it DID have a tracker for the deviant on it...

And if he followed it by car...he could help Connor!

Hank hopped into his old ass car, laptop down in the middle of his dashboard, and popped up his handy dandy police siren. He just needed a point in which he could cut them off, or even better block their path.

Soon the deviant was running up the street ahead of Hank, he stepped flat down on the gas. If he waited for just the the right moment...he could cut it off in a place where Connor would block it from the turn behind it.

He skidded sideways, blocking off the road. The android was running near him, but stumbled to a stop when he saw the car. The android was shocked, scared, LED bright red. And even worse his chest was open, wires bright and sparking in his face.

He looked at Hank, hands shaking as they fumbled with the chest plate, "please- please help me I'm not doing any of this please I-" he was cut off as his voice sparked off like an old tv.

Connor must be right behind the deviant as planned, because next he heard "Give it up! You're corned, let the android go!"

Hank stepped out the car with his gun, because sure the android wasn't doing anything on his own freewill but you never knew what could happen next in this line of work. He stepped into the dirty mud that reminded him just how much he hated this side of town. Connor had chased the android all the way into the bad side of town, the road they stood on wasn't paved, trash was thrown askew all over the place and his shoes just felt gross as they sunk into the sticky mud.

Hank aimed his gun, "stand down"

The android looked at Hank, then at Connor. It looked like he was trying to talk, but nothing, not even a little bit of static, sounded out. His hand rose shakily, causing Hank to step closer and unlock the safety on his gun, "Don't reach for a weapon scumbag!"

But the android didn't stop, instead he ripped out the wires from under his open chest, the android now beginning to cry.

Hank stumbled back in shock from the sparks that rose and snapped at his legs "oh my god!"

Connor now rounded over to the front, now that the android was too compromised to run far, "the hacker is destroying the evidence! We have to stop it!" Connor grabbed at the Androids hands which were still trying to rip itself apart. But the deviant still had some struggle in it, and despite Hank wanting to help, the sparks prevented him from helping. Connor could withstand smaller shocks like these.

Hank could only keep yelling at Connor to stop as he fought the dying android. The thing was still strong, a lot of its connections were completely broken so it could only use one arm, but the other arm that stayed in tact had a mean punch to it, it split open Connor's jaw, a blue bruising already flushing across his cheek. Hank didn't even know androids could bruise. The blue blood must be leaking in his face. But it was getting weaker, and Connor threw it to the ground.

Connor briefly looked at the colorful array of bruises and cuts patterned blue up his face and arms with a frown. Even his abdomen was sliced open from the chest board that the android had ripped off of itself and stabbed him with. Pain was still a new foreign feeling to him. But damn everything stung now that he had a chance to think about it. He shouldn't have gotten this hurt in a fight against a DYING android, but he wanted to save him. He didn't deserve to die because he was being controlled. Connor held his bleeding abdomen with one hand, and went to help him to his feet, hoping to fix up it's wires somehow.

"Connor no!! Don't move!"

"What?"

But it was too late, Connor stepped into the puddle that the android was laying in, exposed wires down. It had just looked like another muddy spot but it was so much worse. Connor braced himself against the wall of a house next to him as electricity ran up and down his body, his vision black and static and panicked. He had to run the course until the android ran out of its last bits of electricity. His body stiff, and his mouth open in a loud broken scream.

Hank covered his ears when he heard the noise his partner was emitting. Gurgling, scraping, grinding, grating, sharp and mechanical. He looked over to see the Android leaning on a wall with on arm, another that was moving from its place resting on his abdomen to hold onto his neck in an attempt soothe his now burning trachea. A globby puddle of Thirium was at the Android's feet, and saline dripped from his lips and nose. Hank felt his eyes widen at the sight. Connor visibly shook and in his vision displayed a low Thirium warning, he felt like he was about to heave again... but that would bring him too close to having none of the blue substance that kept him alive.

"Connor..." Hank mumbled in shock, slowly uncovering his ears and unable to stop looking at the way Connor's eyes were twitching and fluttering. Unable to stay open like a broken toy, eyes rolling around strangly under the glitching lids. "Connor oh my god!!"

Connor stumbled stiffly out of the the puddle and collapsed onto the ground with a grunt. He was still twitching and shaking, hands shaking over his face in shock at how much was dripping out of his body. Just all fading away. His vision was somehow black and white and mixed with all the wrong colors at the same time. Things fading in and out. He was losing feeling in his right leg.

Hank was suddenly in his face, dragging him closer to the car. But Connor couldn't focus on him, all he could do was focus on how he could still feel the over load of electricity inside him, how his eyes twitched way too much to even look at Hank correctly. He was breathing weirdly and strangly, he felt sick to his stomach. Was he dying? Oh god. It hurt every where, pins and needles up his body, his broken jaw felt like it was gonna fall off.

"H.....h-hank...."

Hank winced at how helpless Connor sounded, "it's ok son, you're gonna be ok, we're gonna get you help you hear?" He was grabbing his phone, to call the police station for back up and a mechanic.

"Just breathe Connor you're ok"

"I-i don't...don't need to breathe."

"Then what's that weird ass noise you're making?"

Connor licked his lips where saline was running from his nose, "I'm- I believe I am going to be sick"

"Oh shit" Hank grabbed Connor and lifted him into a half sitting position, leaning him over so he didn't get all sick over himself. But Connor continued to make the pained breathy noise, "c'mon Connor just get it over with dammit"

"I-I I cannot" he shook. Oh god everything hurt. He's gonna die here. Oh god. He can't die like this not when he jist started to feel like what it was like to feel whay it was like to love a father.

"Why the fuck not Connor?!" Hank was freaking out. He knew nothing about this shit. He should really read up on am android manual or something.

Connor felt thick thirium trying to run up his throat and forced it back down, nearly choking on it. His lips stained blue from the force of it. "I-if I expel that amount of thirium t-then I won't..." He couldn't finish talking, feeling too weak. He leaned into Hank and tried to grab his hand but he was too shaky and uncoordinated.

Hank grabbed his hand and squeezed tightly, "shit." He laid Connor on his back, "ok so don't throw up. But don't- yknow don't choke on thirium either. Fuck. Fucking shit. It's ok help is on the way, kid. How can I help you I don't know what to do"

Connor shook his head, "I have 8 minuetes until shut down, 1 if I throw u-up" Connor cringed, closing his mouth at the wave of nausea that rushed over him. He groaned, leaning further and heavier into Hank's lap.

His eyes were starting to focus again, he could see the panic in his eyes. "The...the deviant?"

"...dead."

Connor closed his eyes, but it wasn't peaceful at all. He tried to hold himself back from crying with all this pain. He let out pained gasps.

"It's ok. It's ok. It's ok." Hank smoothed over the hair on his forehead and rested it there, "please Connor buddy you gotta be ok"

Connor nodded, but felt rest mode taking over. His eyes fluttered again, the strange array of greens and reds he saw in Hank's face fading away.

"No. No no no Connor stay with me you gotta stay awake I don't know what to do!" Hank shook his shoulders.

"I-i. Can't. Forced sleep mode- i-i will be fine just...ngh....Hank......" His head rolled off to the side limply, broken chunk of jaw moving in the wrong direction as it fell against Hank's knee.

"Connor?...oh god...fuck...no"

All he could now was sit and wait for help with his son in his lap, watching over him best he could. The amount of blue all over Connor was freaking him out, bruised bloody beaten and electrocuted. Why him. But...Connor trusts him to keep him safe. He knew that. So he could and he would.

He just wondered why Connor only used his first name when he was dying.

#dbh #detroit become human #connor #connor whump #injury #electrocution #hank anderson #fanfic #fan fic

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rifleshotsandflowerpots-blog · 6 years ago

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Pour Me Another

In which Jade visits Dirk at the bar and they drink while sharing feelings. Also a brief meeting of Arquius. @sangriaprince @aihorse100seinamanor

🌺 Shadow 🌺 (Jade/Skylla)01/06/2019

> You need a drink. Or five. This week's been trying and while talking to PI when he came to your shop helped, it still was painful. You... haven't even gotten to see her yet. Droog is still with her body; you can't blame him, not one bit. You admittedly don't know if you want to see her corpse. > So thus, you need those drinks. And maybe a friend too. Hence you going to the Angel's bar closer to the end of his shift. You dress a little more modestly, hair still pinned up, but you keep on your glasses tonight. If you pass out drunk you don't want contacts in again.

Avery (PS/Sol/Dirk/Disci/CS)01/06/2019

> It's a little tough having to run this singlehandedly now, especially when you've got a shot leg. Regardless, you shuffle through and sigh. > When you see Jade walk in through the entrance, you can't help but smile. You walk over to the counter after whipping up a Manhattan -- just like how you and she first met -- and you place it in front of her. ".. hey..."

🌺 Shadow 🌺 (Jade/Skylla)01/06/2019

> You smile back, taking the drink with a wink. Man he knows you so well at this point huh?~ "Hey yourself. Hope you don't mind be coming by. Felt like seeing a friend tonight."

Avery (PS/Sol/Dirk/Disci/CS)01/06/2019

> Shake your head, and shrug, leaning against the counter to let off the weight off your leg. "Nah, of course not. Why'd I turn down a visit from Jade?"

🌺 Shadow 🌺 (Jade/Skylla)01/06/2019

"Heh, Flatterer~" > You take a sip from your drink; still the best Manhattan around. "It's just... been a long week for me. You?"

Avery (PS/Sol/Dirk/Disci/CS)01/06/2019

> Shrug again, running a hand through your hair. "I getcha. I may not know what's up with your side of the city, but it's been a week for me too."

🌺 Shadow 🌺 (Jade/Skylla)01/06/2019

"Oh? Well now I'm curious~" > You grin as you study him. He... looks tired actually. Poor guy; was he working more than he should? "Anything you'd be willing to tell a friend about?~"

Avery (PS/Sol/Dirk/Disci/CS)01/06/2019

> Sift through the information you can tell her without giving too much. > Smile a little, putting away a few glasses that were left on the counter. "Well, I had to force myself to take a leave to attend to some business. I do robotics as a hobby, you know. Had to make something for an old close friend."

🌺 Shadow 🌺 (Jade/Skylla)01/06/2019

"Ooh robotics huh?" > That sounds really neat, if illegal. Not that you care! You keep your vice low, just in case. "Were you successful? It's not easy finding certain pieces yknow?"

Avery (PS/Sol/Dirk/Disci/CS)01/06/2019

> Nod. "It was easy when you know someone with the knack for technology.

🌺 Shadow 🌺 (Jade/Skylla)01/07/2019

> That made sense. "That's good! How'd your friend take to your finished project?"