#i was watching x-2 and while the credits were rolling i caught the phrase “written by annie danielewski”

[mocktortis]

they ask me "why do you always want to watch the credits?" and in return i say "sometimes i discover a Poe song i've never heard before"

[connors-heart]

to be human: [ch. 5. control]

playlist - ch. 1 \ ch. 2 \ ch. 3 \ ch. 4 \ ch. 6 \ ch. 7 \ ch. 8

[ being a DCPD detective, your job was relatively normal - that is until androids came along, more specifically, RK800 ]

pairing ⟶ connor x reader

fandom ⟶ detroit: become human

warnings/a.n. ⟶ waddup, sorry for the wait i hope you guys still like this story??? lmao, but i’ve got two chapters to make up for the wait, plus i had too much planned for all of it to go down in just one chapter so yeah, enjoy xx

w.c. ⟶ 2.6k

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credit: pleasanttales 

“If we leave this place without shit I’m handing in my badge when we get back” Hank mumbled, barely a hint of sarcasm in his tone.

You shook your head with a scoff as the elevator doors opened, “Well it sounds like we’re in the same boat, Lieutenant,”

The few days before had proved to be uneventful, to Hank and Captain Fowler at least. Your thoughts ran rampant in your head, the look of fear on the suspects’ faces remained instilled in your vision. It made you question whether or not you truly were cut out for these cases, considering not only your bias on deviants, but your inability to separate the influence of your own emotions, and the deviants’, from your decision making.

You found that the last case had stricken a nerve. Given the context of the situation, the android appeared to be that of a mother to the child. It was a split-second decision to let them go, to keep Connor from going after them, but it was a decision you were sure you’d make again if given the chance. You knew the grief of losing a mother, you knew it all too well. And never would it be something you’d wish on another, especially not a child as young as the suspect was.

Folding your arms over your chest, you stood beside Connor as he knocked on the door of the apartment you received a lead to that morning, something along the lines of a neighbor’s suspicion of the resident being a deviant, attempting to conceal an LED ring under a hat.

Connor knocked once again, hard enough to make the hinges rattle. “Open up! Detroit police,”

The three of you stood in silence, jolting in surprise upon the sound of movement on the other side of the door. Pulling out your gun, which tended to find itself disregarded most of the time while you were on duty, you switched off the safety, trading a glance with Hank as he retrieved his own. Standing in front of the door, you kicked it open with a grunt.

You stepped into the home, the air stiff with a sour stench that burnt your nose. It seemed to grow worse as you approached another door. Drawing it open, the sudden sound of fluttering wings met your ears, pigeons lining nearly every crevice of the room. “What the fuck?” Hank hissed, stepping in behind you.

Your brows drew in together, bewilderment lining your features as you began to look around the room. Every wall was lined with faded wallpaper, large patches missing and decayed. Your gaze landed on the kitchenette, noting the dishevelled mess, many of the cabinets ajar and stained.

Careful to not step on any of the birds, you made your way toward a poster that caught your eye. It stood out against the rest of the bland apartment, and had no other significance past the fact that it promoted something about organic produce.

As if a lightbulb flicked on in your brain, the frayed, curled ends of the worn poster caught your eye. You plucked it from its place on the wall, revealing a hollowed crevice in which a book rested. You picked it up and began to flip through it, only to find the text was indecipherable.

“Hank, come look at this,”

You held out the book, the older man plucking it from your grip as he began to thumb through the pages, a mirrored reflection of your own confusion growing on his face. “Jesus, go ask the all-knowing android if he understands this shit,”

Obliging, you made your way through the thick crowd of birds and into the bathroom, finding Connor licking traces of Thirium from his fingers.

“Ew, Connor stop,” you drawled, your face scrunched up in disgust.

He turned to face you, his fingers still resting in front of his lips. Oblivious to your discomfort as his gaze fell on the book in your hand. You blinked, holding it out, “Me and Hank thought you could understand this,”

You watched as he scanned the pages, the LED on his temple flashing from yellow to blue in a haste. “It’s some sort of code, I’m not able to decipher it,” he spoke, looking up at you as he closed the book.

A sigh passed your lips, “Well that’s out the window, what did you find in here?” you asked, resting your hands on your hips.

“I found the LED in the sink, the suspect is surely a deviant,” he explained. You nodded, approaching the wall opposite of you with a squint, noticing the rapidly written letters. A shuffle met your ears as Connor made his way to your side, “rA9, written 2,471 times.” Your eyes followed the maze-like scribbles, attempting to find an answer in it somehow.

Connor glanced over at you. As if reading your mind, he answered the boggling questions in your head,  “It’s a common phrase among deviants. Our first case involving a deviant who’d murdered his owner had written the same thing in the shower, and explained it to be some type of savior among androids,”

You nodded aimlessly, “Something like a god to them,” you muttered in thought. You marvelled at the thought, that androids could have something of a religion the same way humans did, it was all the more proof that convinced you that these beings might have been just as alive as they proclaimed to be.

Looking around, you noticed the discarded stool in the corner of the room, seemingly tipped over in a haste. Kneeling down, you sat it upright before glancing back up at the nearly illegible scrawls that seemed to reach the top of the wall. Looking back down, you spotted an uncapped marker.

Picking it up, you noticed the felt tip to still be wet. “The deviant’s still here,” you spoke, sitting up as you made your way into the living room where Hank remained, exasperated as he stood next to the now opened window.

Connor’s eyes traced the room, blinking as his eyes fell from one object to another, reconstructing the scene before him. You watched as he made his way to a corner of the room, looking up at an opening in the ceiling.

Before a word could be spoken, a figure leapt down, spooking the birds into flight before darting out of the apartment. Hank cursed, “What are you waiting for? Chase it!” he spat at Connor.

The android made his way after the figure. Trading glances with Hank, you immediately darted out the door, sprinting to the roof as the lieutenant followed in suit. Your chest heaved as you pushed past the building’s fire exit door, running to the edge of the roof. You halted in your steps, putting a hand out to stop Hank as well.

Before a curse of question could leave his lips, you tugged him to the left of the building, “If the deviant goes through the UFD greenhouses, he’s gonna end up on the roof over there,” you pointed toward the building you were heading towards. Taking a final glance at Connor, you watched as he leapt from the roof, hot on the tracks of the deviant, before both you and Hank jumped several feet down from the apartment complex, onto the building beside it.

You pushed your feet as fast as they would allow, the dull thud of your heartbeat driving against your ribcage as you breathed heavily through your mouth. The two of you made your way up a metal staircase, leading toward the edge of another building. Biting your lip, you grew convinced that your adrenaline had taken control over your decision making as you pushed yourself onto the railing of the staircase before vaulting onto the edge of the building over.

Blinking, you turned on your heel to see a startled Hank. You motioned for him, “C’mon Anderson, you can make this jump,” you rasped.

You watched as he hesitated for a moment before pushing himself onto the railing with a grunt, stumbling for a moment before jumping with a holler. You grasped onto his arms, “Jesus, I don’t get paid enough for this shit,” he spat before you pulled him forward as you two began running once again.

Catching sight of Connor, both you and the silver-haired man breathed out in unison, “Holy shit.” Your gaze lingered on him as he jumped onto a speeding tram before jumping once more, grabbing ahold and climbing up a metal ladder.

You suddenly stammered, your gaze locked onto the figure of the deviant as they ran toward the end of the UFD building. Tilting your head, you took several steps back. “What the fuck are you doing?” Hank gasped out, stuttering in step as you shook your head, “He’s gonna get there before us, take the stairs, I’ll meet you over there,”

Disregarding the string of profanity calling after you, you leapt from the edge of the building, catching sight of the busy street beneath you for a split second before ducking and rolling onto the pavement of the opposite building.

A shutter of a breath passed your lips as you pushed yourself back onto your feet, running toward the exit as the door flew open, revealing the deviant. His eyes grew wide as they met yours. Before you could utter a word, he attempted to push past you, stumbling as you took a hold of his arm. “Please don’t make this harder than it has to be,” you strained, wrapping an arm around his neck as he struggled to get out of your grip.

Nearing the edge of the building, he threw his head back, colliding with your nose. Staggering on your feet, you winced, going to grab your now broken nose. You felt him push at your chest suddenly, your feet tripping over the edge of the building. A yelp passed your lips as you fell, grasping at the edge of the building.

Connor raced outside, met with the sight of the deviant escaping and you dangling from the edge of the building. Without hesitation, he rushed towards you, grasping onto you as he pulled you up and over the edge.

“Fuck,” you hissed, partially from aggravation, partially from the pain of your nose.

“Are you okay?” Connor asked. You looked up, met with a staggering look of worry written over the android’s face. The feeling of annoyance subsided slightly, replaced with a feeling of warmth.

“I’m fine, Connor,” you breathed out.

“Don’t you ever do that stupid fucking shit again,” Hank shouted, running through the door as he approached you.

You raised a brow, “We almost caught him, Hank,”

“I don’t give a fucking shit, Y/N,” he rebutted, his voice raising in anger. You sulked slightly at the sight of Hank’s fury, you’d seen him angry upon many other instances, and never did you want, nevertheless expect, to be on that wrong end of that stick.

You shook your head slightly, “We need to make progress in this case, if that means taking risks then that’s what we need to do-”

“Risks? You almost died! If robo-lover wasn’t here to save the day you’d be dead,” he spat.

Your face flushed as a look of anger crossed your features, your mouth dropping agape, “I can handle myself, Hank!”

“I don’t wanna fuckin’ hear it, alright?” he roared, closing in on you as he raised a finger to your face, “One more fuck up like this and you’re off the case for good.”

You watched through blurred vision as the older man stomped away, slamming the exit door open as he muttered to himself. Connor turned back toward you, his brows turned upward in a visible expression of pity. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been faster,”

He trailed off as you shook your head, silent as tears fell down your cheeks, remaining for only seconds before you wiped them away in a haste, “Let’s go,” you muttered, trudging past Connor and to the exit.

______

A familiar fresh scent filled Connor’s nose as the apparition of the garden flourished around him upon opening his eyes. Holding his hand out, raindrops fell onto his open palm, hitting the surrounding ground and river with a pitter-patter slap. He looked up to see Amanda at the opposite end of the trail.

A feeling of anxiety ran up the android’s spine as he forced himself to approach the woman. He nodded acutely, “Amanda,” he greeted.

She didn’t offer him a smile, her face twitching in an unreadable expression. She held out an umbrella, prompting him to open it and hold it above the two of them. He bit the inside of his cheek, anticipating the words to soon pass her lips.

“What progress has been made on the case?” she asked suddenly, her tone void of any hint of emotion, any hint to how she could feel.

“The deviants all seem to have a fascination with rA9, a figure they believe to be their savior,”

She went silent for a moment, as if she was thinking. Her thoughts simmered, before she spoke once again, “You almost had the deviant, from earlier today,”

Connor grew tense, his grip on the umbrella tightening, “You also nearly had the deviant from the day before. What stopped you?” she asked quizzically, almost relishing in chewing the android out.

He remained silent, his eyes fixated in front of him. Amanda stopped in her tracks, causing Connor to halt, turning to face her. She grew closer to him, her face beginning to twist in anger, “The girl. She told you to stop… and you stopped. You let the deviant go, because she told you to,” she spat, her voice beginning to waver in anger.

“The deviant from today… it got away because you chose to help the girl,”

“She was going to die if I didn’t help her-”

Amanda’s hand fell upon Connor’s cheek with a sharp clap, the sound echoing between the two. Connor’s brows creased together, there wasn’t a sting, any pain. But the feeling of fear that began to accumulate within him grew heavy in the pit of his chest.

“You should have let her die,” she growled. A look of disbelief too evident to be suppressed fell upon Connor’s features.

“Do you think I can’t sense the change within you, Connor? You’re failing your mission - you’re failing Cyberlife. You even fail to fulfill the only reason you exist. You’re a failure, Connor.”

Connor stood silent as she taunted him, “Do you understand what happens if you fail this mission?”

She stared at him, an indefinite look in his eyes, “You will be deactivated, dismembered, your useless biocomponents will be tested upon to see just why you were such a failure. Do you understand, Connor?”

He nodded silently. Amanda’s face fell slightly as she backed away, her face scrunching up in displeasure, “Last chance, Connor,” she spoke, dismissing him.

He began to back away, turning on his heel not before a final string of bitter words passed her lips, “You’re only a prototype, Connor. You can - and you will - be replaced,”