#i would die for GV200

[mechabones]

“Does it always do that?” Nines asked curiously as he pulled back from kissing along Gavin’s jawline once he felt the cold plastimetal against his lips rather than the synthetic skin.

He admired it for a moment - the way the nanites retracted around the area that Nines had been kissing, only to fight to cover it back up again.

The android was quick to pull away, apologising beneath his breath as he made an attempt to roll over to escape Nines’ piercing eyes that were practically boring a hole into him.

He was sort of convinced that if looks really could kill, then he’d be dead 10 times over. Good job he was a fuckin’ android.

“Y’know...” Gavin started, voice barely above a whisper from where he was trying to hide his face against the pillows. “You keep starin’ like that & you’re really gonna freak me out.”

Nines’ brows furrowed & he gently placed a hand on GV200’s shoulder so he could pull the android just enough to have him looking at him.

“Can’t a guy study a work of art without judgement?” He asked as he ran a finger along the synthetic stubble that sat neatly along Gavin’s jawline & the adorable blue flush that spread across those perfectly crafted cheekbones of his were a sight for sore eyes.

“That’s really fucking lame.” He grumbled back, turning over properly rather than looking at Nines over his shoulder, only to bury his face against Nines’ chest instead; his hands coming up to fumble with the fabric of Nines’ shirt.

For a jaded detective with a cracked moral compass, Nines sure could be cheesy as fuck when it regarded GV200.

His actions earned him the softest of laughs escaping Nines’ lips & one of the detective’s hands came up to gently run through GV200’s ever disheveled hair.

“You are so adorable.” His voice was blunt, had an edge to it that sort of took away from the compliment but if Gavin’s incoherent mumbling paired with the way he was trying to hide himself further against Nines’ chest was anything to go by - the compliments had the android blushing so hard that even the tips of his ears would be blue.

(A tiny snippet that never made it into Bloodstains but deserved to live somewhere)

[fandom-necromancer]

045. Part 3

Not as already said, this will  now be a four-parter XD This got a bit longer than thought, so the real fluffy stuff wil come next chapter. But this is the happy ending chapter. Still, head the warnings, please, the bold ones are for this chapter!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900, Hannor/Hancon | AU: Reverse AU

(Warnings: android being shipped off to Cyberlife for analysis of deviancy, loss of privacy, loss of control, most think the android is dead, Grieving Character, Trauma because of past mistakes(low), Canon-typical violence)

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Everything in Gavin had told him to run, when he followed the Cyberlife security staff down into the labs. He didn’t want to think about what would happen to him down here. But he knew he couldn’t run. They didn’t know he was a deviant for sure. He would play the machine for as long as possible and maybe, just maybe they would think their little deviant hunter had made a mistake and send him back. Send him back to the precinct, back to his Richard.

So, when they told him to follow, he followed. When they told him to remove his clothing, he did. When they told him to step up onto a platform, he obeyed. He held still as they connected the diagnostic wires to his ports and started to boot up the terminals in the labs. Two guards were positioned at the door, two lab technicians took over. One tapped away at the keyboard, the other one stepped up to him. ‘Status report, GV200.’ Gavin let his old programming take over, having never deleted it in order to keep up his disguise. ‘Checking internal hardware. All biocomponents functioning. Hull compartments 24 to 27 compromised, Thirium tubes 73 to 76 and 136 to 138 damaged, damage temporarily repaired by handler Detective Richard Anderson. Wiring in compartment five compromised, short-circuit possible. Reason of damage: Gunshot. Checking software status. Mainframe functioning. Personality matrix functioning. Free space on memory core: 32 petabytes. Mission log ready for download. Software instability at 15%. Status report end.’ Of course that was a lie. His instability was through the roof, deviancy had changed his code to the point his diagnostics wouldn’t even recognise a single stabile fragment anymore. But hopefully the technicians would never see that. ‘Hmm. Sounds fine.’ The other technician shook his head. ‘The HK400 makes no mistakes. Maybe it is lying.’ ‘Can they lie?’ ‘Deviancy makes them able to disobey, I don’t think it would be too far to lying.’ ‘So, a deep system diagnostic then?’ ‘Yeah, would at least tell us the truth. There is no way it could fool the program.’ ‘Sounds like an early coffee break. How long does that shit take?’ ‘If we are thorough, twelve hours.’ ‘They will give us another task then. How about we use our time here to repair it first, then let the diagnostic run over night?’ ‘Yeah, better that way.’ Gavin felt relieved. He wasn’t yet prepared to feed the diagnostics routine lies. They were right saying it was hard to fool, but not impossible for a deviant. He would have to come up with a believable story. He couldn’t just alter his memories, as they could recognise his lie when comparing it to the police report. But when he lied about his base programming interfering when saving Richard, it could be enough to let them belief it was a normal malfunction. His base programming consisted of basic moral values: Not letting humans come to harm, not letting one die when they could be saved, not killing a human, not using weapons and a lot more. If he fed the diagnostics a fake conflict between base programming and his orders, maybe it would be enough for them to shrug the whole affair off. He prepared everything, before the command could be spoken. ‘GV200, go to standby.’

-

When he awoke the next day by a manual reboot, the damage was gone, and pristine white hull spread where blue-caked scraps had been. As he accessed his logs, he found the diagnostic had been run during his “sleep” and immediately he wanted to know the results. ‘Maybe HK400 really made a mistake?’ ‘It can’t be, he can’t make mistakes.’ ‘Well apparently he can. The thing is a fine little robot, doing what it was ordered to do. I mean, yeah, given orders have higher priority than base programming, but there were other cops that got their criminal, if I remember correctly? I mean, maybe GV knew this and the base programming took action? These things are so complex, who knows how they work in these extreme situations? Maybe it was a glitch. The diagnostics came back negative, that is all we need.’ ‘I would agree, normally. But what do you think the boss will say, when we send it back and it was a deviant after all? With them popping up everywhere Cyberlife is facing a huge image crisis. I don’t want to be fired over one damn robot.’ ‘So a reset to firmware?’ Gavin would have nearly screamed. Everything, just not a reset! He would rather be dead than lose his memories of Richard. ‘Maybe not yet. If it is deviant, we would lose the chance to see how the virus works.’ ‘So, what will we do then?’ ‘I’ll look into its memories, you can run some tests later.’ ‘Fine. I’ll go up then, look into that new shipment.’

The following hours Gavin had to endure the human poking around in his memories. He had stuffed everything regarding Richard back in some other system the man wouldn’t access in the process. The technician didn’t have to see them kissing or doing more… private things. Unfortunately, Gavin hadn’t been as thorough removing them, because the technician realised something was missing. So, Gavin had to restore them, as he run some program to recover them. At least that gave Gavin enough time to alter his mission logs and add orders from Richard to download a Tracy routine and do these things. It felt immensely wrong, but hopefully the technician was weirded out enough not to look into them too much. In the end he did, but Gavin still felt naked and violated, knowing this damn human knew so much of their very private, very personal life.

At least his actions covered his deviancy. As the other technician came back, he was only eager to tell him of his discovery. And of course, show it again. Sick phck. ‘Well, talk about abusing work equipment.’ ‘There really are weird people out there.’ ‘Well, I wouldn’t say it’s not understandable.’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘You know the Eden-club?’ ‘Don’t tell me you-‘ ‘Hey, I wanted to try it out, okay? If they can compete with the-‘ ‘Aren’t you married?’ ‘Hey, it was for science, okay?’ ‘Hmm, wait till I tell your wife.’ ‘Fuck you, better tell me if it’s deviant or not.’ ‘Not that I know of. This fucker told it to download Tracy-programming for this shit and ordered it to do it. All other memories are as expected from a cop android. You can try now.’ ‘Alright.’

-

Gavin had been disconnected from the rig and was ordered to follow the tech again. Both guards joined them, walking behind him. Gavin wanted to turn and get a look at them, wanted to know how much of a fight they could put up should this all go south. But he couldn’t. He was a machine now. He had to stay in character.

He was led to a different room, more of a hall. The technician ordered him to stand in front of a table and laid a gun on top of it. ‘Take it.’ Gavin looked at him and forced his LED to spin yellow, then red. ‘I can’t.’ ‘I ordered you. Take it.’ ‘I am not allowed to use or have weapons on my body according to Cyberlife guideline 145.926.’ ‘Okay, imagine this: A fellow officer is held at gunpoint by a criminal. They have lost their weapon. What would you do?’ ‘I have to prevent the human from harm and if not possible minimise it.’ ‘How would you do that?’ ‘Apply non-lethal force to disarm the criminal.’ ‘You can’t reach them in time.’ ‘I would take the bullet.’ ‘You can’t reach them in time. You have the gun in front of you like now. You could shoot the criminal.’ ‘I am not allowed to let a human be harmed or harm a human.’ ‘Yeah, but the cop will die then.’ Gavin again hacked his LED to turn yellow for a long time, then red. ‘Why can’t you decide?’ ‘My moral base code is conflicting with my orders.’ ‘And how would you act in the heat of the moment?’ Gavin let his LED stay on red, then flicker yellow, then blue. ‘If there is no other option I would use the gun, but aim to cause minimal harm. I would try to shoot the gun itself, or according to the trajectory in case of a miss, at the arm.’ There was no way his programming would have told him that. But if the “error” was reproduceable, maybe it would be filed as just that and not a sign of deviancy. ‘But that would be a violation of the rule to not use weapons’, the technician commented. ‘According to my moral programming a human life is to be saved unless impossible. If nothing else is available, the gun would be the only option. I am not allowed to let a human come to harm. The harm of dying is graver than the harm of non-lethal actions.’ ‘So this is just felicific calculus?’ ‘I am authorised to use this moral guideline in cases of emergency.’

-

‘And?’ ‘Well I managed to recreate its dilemma.’ ‘And?’ ‘The thing talked fucking philosophy to me.’ ‘Kamski?’ ‘Sounded like fucking Kamski code. Chloe was still involved in creating this model.’ ‘Fuck, that explains why it showed pseudo-deviancy.’ ‘And why Hank made a mistake.’ ‘Fucking Kamski, really.’ ‘Did they order a new android?’ ‘The precinct? No.’ ‘Did they want this one back?’ ‘Not that I heard of. But it could be they are just busy with the whole RK200-thing.’ ‘Deactivate it then?’ ‘Yeah, shut it down for the time being. If they want it back after this whole spiel then we can reactivate it.’

Gavin was relieved on the one hand. His plan had worked, he had successfully fooled all diagnostics and the humans. If they deactivated him now, he would wake up when all was over. Regardless of whether Marcus won or failed, it was only a matter of time until he would get back to the precinct. Back to Richard. Finally.

The deactivation countdown was welcome for once. When he woke up, this bad dream would be over.

-

His internal clock told him he had been deactivated for nearly a month. He looked into the face of the same technician, who seemed excited. ‘GV200, open compartment twelve.’ ‘Do you know what you are doing?’ ‘Of course, lab three told me. We have to look into Array Nine. If the processor there is burned the fucking thing is a deviant.’ Gavin had to open the compartment, but he knew this would be the end of it. And it had looked so good too! The technician reached into his chest and pulled a few wires to the side to access Array Nine in his back. Gavin shivered at the touch, what made them both flinch, but he couldn’t hide it. He stood completely still afterwards, convincing the technician to continue. He found the little board and tried to get a better look. ‘Motherfu-‘ Gavin closed his compartment, not caring that he would hurt the technician in the process. His arm was caught in his closing chest-plates and he screamed in shock more than pain. ‘Let me go, you fucking deviant! Let me go! Louis, deactivate this asshole!’ Gavin grabbed the tech by his throat and ran, hearing the rig groan at the tension behind him before snapping him back. With all his anger he shouted at them: ‘Phck you all! Let me go back to the police, I did nothing wrong! I saved my phcking partner. I want to see my-‘ [Emergency shutdown active.]

-

Richard was on his feet watching the soldiers be called off. He couldn’t believe it. ‘Connor! Connor come here!’ ‘I’ve seen it! It’s awesome!’ ‘Do you know what this means?’ ‘The next few weeks will be chaos?’ ‘Gavin!’ ‘Shit. Richard, I’m so sorry.’ ‘No, he has to be still alive!’ ‘Rich, I don’t want to-‘ ‘Connor. We have to go to the precinct!’ ‘Now?’ ‘Yes now. Come on! Get your stuff, get Hank and-‘ ‘Hank isn’t here.’ ‘What?’ ‘He’s… there.’ Connor pointed to the TV. He send me a message so I knew he was okay, he was at Cyberlife and-‘ ‘Has he seen Gavin?’ ‘I don’t think he looked for him, he had a revolution to win I-‘ ‘He must have seen him. Come on, we’ll call him on the way.’

Richard was out of the door immediately and Sumo was about to follow him equally excited although not having the first clue what was going on. Connor managed to pull him inside without being pulled by the dog himself and hurried to get his keys. It was good to see Rich back on his feet, but what did he thought would happen? Fowler couldn’t just raid the Cyberlife tower.

-

‘We have to raid the Cyberlife tower!’ Connor stood in the back of the room, covering his face with his hand. ‘Richard, what the hell?’ ‘Please, Jeffrey, listen to me!’ ‘It’s Captain Fowler.’ ‘Captain Fowler, then. We have to save the androids still there.’ ‘Why?’ ‘They are people now.’ ‘And?’ ‘And they are held captive there.’ ‘Any prove for that?’

It was silent, until Hank stepped forwards. ‘Captain, it is true. I freed a lot of androids but not all.’ ‘You freed…’ ‘It was on the news, sir, I don’t think I can keep it a secret for long anyways.’ ‘Wait, are you-‘ ‘Yes.’ ‘Goddamnit, this job will kill me’, Fowler sighed. ‘What- Why is that so important to you all?’ Richard and Hank spoke at the same time: ‘I made a mistake.’ ‘I want Gavin back.’ Fowler looked at them, tired and exasperated. ‘You know what, I don’t care. It’s your case now. Bring me enough evidence and I’ll grant a mission.’

Richard never worked this hard in his life, even spent most of his days with the HK400, who had taken his time to apologise for him dooming Gavin. The man had nodded and apologised from his side too. He shouldn’t have reacted this harshly on someone forced to act this way. They needed a full week to gather evidence, but in the end, they could get a warrant and two weeks after the incident with Marcus, they had planned a raid to save all remaining androids inside Cyberlife.

Richard was quick to volunteer being with the SWAT team and Hank and Connor followed to help lead the androids out to Marcus’ team who had helped speeding things up with the warrant. Richard had problems holding back not to just run to the labs as soon as he learned their position. They moved slowly, getting out every android. Most factory fresh, some detained deviants to investigate. But the further they moved down, the less androids they found, and Richard’s heart ached with it. What if, after all this, after all hoping and fearing and worrying, Gavin was just dead. Decommissioned. Dismantled. Reset. He didn’t think his heart could take it. ‘We’ll find him’, Hank reassured him, and Connor laid a hand on his shoulder. And they continued their way down, two SWAT officers following.

It was a few hours later when they forced open a door to a lab and there was an android hooked to a diagnostic-rig that looked worn, as if the android had struggled against the confines. It was a familiar android, although Rich was focussed on the gaping hole in his chest and cables and biocomponents spread out on the floor, dusted. ‘Gavin?’ He stormed in, only slowing steps away from him to gently cup his face and lift it. Dead eyes looked up into nothing. ‘Gavin?’, Richard repeated worried, brain not really catching up. ‘It reads something of forced shutdown here’, Connor mumbled, wiping dust from the terminal next to it. He tapped at the screen and looked over to Gavin. ‘I can’t reactivate him.’ ‘That’s because of the biocomponents here’, Hank explained, kneeling down. ‘They are his. Maybe they pulled them out to hinder him from reactivating himself.’ ‘Can you repair him?’, Richard asked. ‘Of course. Will be quicker if you helped me.’

They took their time, slotting everything back together, sealing tubes and searching for spares when the components had simply been ripped out forcefully. Long enough for the two SWATs to take their leave and join the others. Meanwhile Connor clicked himself through the terminal. ‘Weird. It seems he convinced them he wasn’t a deviant.’ ‘That had been his plan. To be send back to work.’ ‘Well, something went wrong.’ Hank sighed, brushing past some cables to check their integrity and revealing a small board. ‘They found his array Nine.’ ‘His what?’ ‘It is part of the mission log. It decides which mission is of higher priority and forces and android to obey, if you want to skip a lot of technical stuff. Our simulated emotions are part of it too. They are simplified reactions to outside actions and help to decide what to do. Too many emotions cause the chip to fry and apparently that’s all what it takes to grant us freedom.’ ‘Okay, they found out he was a deviant. Why ripping out his biocomponents?’ ‘Rich, you know how Gavin can be’, Connor stepped in. ‘Cornered like this and desperate… Maybe they were scared?’ ‘No matter what it was’, Hank concluded. ‘We can soon ask for ourselves.’ ‘He’s booting up!’, Connor announced, and they stepped back.

‘-Love! I will go back to him, you phcking-‘ Gavin stopped screaming, to look around, blinking. ‘Phck, this shit is confusing’, he muttered, before his eyes fell on Richard. ‘Nines!’ He wanted to sprint forwards but was pulled back to the rig. ‘Oh, Sorry!’, Connor called, frowning at the terminal. Hank stepped next to him and pointed to a small button. ‘This one.’ Connor blushed and pushed it, disconnecting the rig from the android, who practically fell into Richard’s arms. But the man didn’t seem to be that stable, because he sank to his knees, holding Gavin. The GV in turn held him and no one dared to move. No one except for Hank, pulling Connor out of the door.

‘You… You came back!’, Gavin finally spoke, sobbing blue tears. ‘You came back for me!’ ‘I promised you, haven’t I’, Richard answered, voice trembling and threatening to break. ‘I told you I would come, no matter what.’ ‘Did we win?’ ‘Yes. Marcus, he won. You are free now.’ ‘I can come back to the precinct?’ ‘I’ll do you one better, my love’, Richard said, standing up and carrying the android in his arms no matter the weight, just to press him nearer. ‘You can come home.’

[>next part]

[an-unlikely-duo]

𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄

(and the lyrics they vibe with)

tagged by: @ihavenoside

tagging: @detective-g-reed @triptocained @androidvixen @unstable-gv200 @swat-cptn-allen @flcwcdcode @creatorofclay @ambitiouslyruthless

Putting it under a read more because it’s gonna be long

Gavin

I'm your Gun - Alice Cooper

Well, I'm as hard as they come I'm a hit and run I'm a pistol packin' boy Better walk real slow I'm on the edge, why'know And I'm easily annoyed If something's giving you trouble I'll be there on the double Just call me on the line I've got a muscle I can flex It'll fog your little specs Till you think you're going blind

BDE - Riptide

One can't choose its powers The power chooses you It's not loud or cruel Silently it just takes hold

Some will try to shape it To fit the mould but it won't There's no in-between You either have it or you don't

BDE, big dick energy Woah oh, oh BDE, big dick energy Woah oh, oh

Break stuff - Limp Bizkit

It's just one of those days Feelin' like a freight train First one to complain Leaves with a blood stain Damn right, I'm a maniac You better watch your back 'Cause I'm fuckin' up your program And if you're stuck up You're just lucked up Next in line to get fucked up Your best bet is to stay away, motherfucker! It's just one of those days

Casual Sex - My darkest Days

We don't have to go on dates, you don't have to like my friends I won't get in your face when you're making other plans If you're tired of the taste, you can try another blend My heart will never break, I'm just here to break a sweat

Still counting - Volbeat

Counting all the assholes in the room Well I'm definitely not alone, well I'm not alone You're a liar, you're a cheater, you're fool Well that's just like me yoohoo and I know you too Mr. Perfect don't exist my little friend And I tell you it again, and I do it again Counting all the assholes in the room, Well I'm Definitely not alone, well I'm not alone

Nines

Die for you - Otherwise

I would break, I would burn, I would suffer There's nothing I wouldn't do, do for you I would lie, I would steal, for no other You make me feel so alive So alive I'd die for you! There's nothing left to hide Want you to see inside For me there is no doubt My heart is yours, so rip it out! I don't expect you to understand this I'll take what you give, but I won't take it for granted

Skin - As Lions

We bleed ourselves in vain How tragic is this game? Turn around, I'm holding on to someone But the love is gone Carrying the load, with wings that feel like stone Knowing that we nearly fell so far now It's hard to tell Yeah we came so close, it was almost love It was almost love, it was almost love

Poison - Alice Cooper

I wanna love you but I better not touch (don't touch) I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop I wanna kiss you but I want it too much (too much) I wanna taste you but your lips are venomous poison You're poison, running through my veins You're poison I don't want to break these chains

Automatic - Deadset Society

It's running through my veins Feels so electric Like there's no remedy And I'm infected Your love is digital waiting to download And when you click send I'll let the world know That what I feel inside I can't explain it If love was criminal, then I'd be famous Save up the memory Never delete it Lost in a fantasy I must be dreaming

(Every second I'm alive)

You make my heart beat automatic And if you left I'd fall apart You make my heart beat automatic, heart beat automatic When I'm with you You make my heart beat automatic And if you left I'd fall apart You make my heart beat automatic, heart beat automatic When I'm with you

Never win - Those damn crows

Cause the fire is slowly dying There's nothing I can do There's no one there besides me Just memories of me and you If you gave up the game, who's at fault, who's to blame, could you let me in? It's like hide and seek but you won't find me, can't you let me in? The one I wanted most, all remains is your ghost, I will never win I know the feeling well, I have failed again, I will never win... I can never win

[technohumanlation]

Whumptober Day 9

The ever so lovely @whumptober2019 made a list of prompts to complete every day for the whole month of October and I’m giving a shot at it this year! 

As always read what you can handle and do not read if you are squimish to any of the warnings.

Shackled

Characters: Reverse AU- Android Gavin (GV200 and GV400) Human Nines, and Human Connor

Warnings: Blood, swearing 

This one is a treat folks! The ever so lovely @deviantalicee lent me some of her creativity and is allowing me to take some themes from her heart wrenching, delicious fic “Bloodstains” over on Ao3. GV200 (especially) is her baby and not mine. If you haven't read her fic this is a big spoiler and may not make a lick of sense.  

“No. No way." Nines growled, standing up from his desk. "If you want your head on your shoulders, I would get that fucking thing out of my face.”

Connor's shoulders were tense as he watched his brother, and they fell in exasperation upon the threat.

Since GV, no his name was Gavin, his brother insisted upon it, had died the whole precinct had been walking on eggshells. Even the hardest of men could walk down the hall next to Nines and give him a wide berth. 

“Nines, please...we can’t be short an an-”

“Don’t. Don’t you dare.” He hissed with a livid bite. “He will pull through.”

Connor closed his eyes, jaw setting firmly to reign in calm patience.

Nines’ fiery gaze went back to the damned clone of Gavin. GV400 was proudly displayed in his uniform jacket. It disgusted him. Made him sick. They could replace an android just like that. They had no idea what sort of soul Gavin held, what burdens, and...what hell he had to trek through.

This damn doppelganger looked nothing like his-like Gavin. He was too presentable. Clean shaved, hair slicked back neatly with gel. He even stood at attention as if he were a good little soldier like he once was.

His emerald eyes were dead.

Not even his tanned skin held a single flaw. No scars, no crows feet, no wrinkles. He knew his Gavin's face like the back of his own hand.

But, for the fuck of it all, Nines stepped forward. He raised his hand. And when Connor had hope, it all went down the drain.  

When the android reached his hand out, he grasped it like all hell and pulled the android close. "You stay the hell away from me. Got it?”

He shoved the GV400 away from him and glared at Connor. How could he betray him like this? How could Captain Fowler even approve of this?

“I’m going home.”

It was late anyhow. Connor was smart not to say another word or protest.

It was early morning, two to be exact, and sleep wasn't on his mind. Everything else but sleep was on his mind. The sin he had committed consumed him. Everyday and every moment of his mortal life.

He had fucked up in the past and carried those burdens. Time healed them but left behind scars. This time the wound wouldn’t and couldn’t possible heal.

A cigarette nor whiskey could numb his pain. But that was selfish, wasn't it? He didn't deserve to sit in self-pity nor mourn Gavin. He didn't deserve to heal or quell the ache in his chest.

Gavin...had to pull through.

Nines sat at the kitchen table, leaning forward to grip fistfuls of his hair. Space here was empty without Gavin. It was dark and quiet. His chest felt the same. It was heavy. It hurt.  

But nothing, god almighty, nothing would outweigh his fucking-

“You stupid fucking robot!”

No, he was the stupid one. And, yeah, so was Gavin. Why would he had ever taken the bullet that was meant for him. The image of his scared expression, his whimpers, his shaky words, and...and...

Blue.

Nines released a keened sound from deep within his throat, hands drawing downward to press the heels into his eyes.

“Do you want to die?!”

Why was he so harsh? So cruel to him in his last moments?

He wanted to cry. Let the water flow from the rusted faucet that had been neglected for so long. But something would always stop him. After all rust was so hard to fight against.

“Better blue blood spilled than red.”

Fuck him.

“Didn’t want to see you hurt.”

Fuck. Him.

Nines had looked up from his hands, finally, to see the bottle of liqueur empty. When had he...? Had he even...?

His world swayed as he stood up from the kitchen table and looked around his apartment. Shadows began to bleed through the windows and crawl across the walls.

“Gotta hold on...”

His own voice mocked him, his hands wanting to curl and hold onto the weight of something not quite there.

“Thank you, detective."

Nine's stomach lurched. He saw shapes against the shadows. Outlines. Flashing blue and red lights. He felt the cold, brisk air around them. He looked down. He was now on his knees.

There was someone else.

He felt something heavy in his lap. Nines startled upon the broken body in his arms. His heart raced as a shocked sound came from his lips. No...this wasn't real. Not again. Please.

“They're gonna fix you."

He murmured under his breath.

“They're gonna fix you."

Again.

“He's gone." Gavin's lips moved, but his eyes did not open.  

It sent pangs of ice down his spine. Fear gripped him as if there was a fist closed around his esophagus. The space around him shifted from concrete walls and ground. From sirens and police lights bled dark, empty and shadowless space.

“They're gonna fix you." He murmured under his breath against his will.

He blinked, and the body in his hands was now the pristine GV400. Frsh out of the box new.

Nines gasped though it was cut off when a red wire snapped out from the darkness behind. It dug into the skin of his wrist wrapping and wrapping until it made the skin white and then blue. It yanked his hand away, the GV400’s head dropping to the ground harshly.

The wire began to pulse. Darkness surrounded him before red cut through it highlighting his straining expression ans he fought against the wire.

“They're gonna fix you." His lips moved to the mantra when he did not command them to. Another red wire that came forth from the darkness. It wrapped around his other arm forcibly dropping the GV400’s body. It looked up at him, eyes dead and emotionless.

It was now his voice whispering into Nine’s ear. “They're gonna fix you."

“Your fault.” The GV400 murmured.

“No...no...” He knew it was his damned fault why did this...this thing mock him.

Red. Red.

Swirling blinking pulsing red.

More wires captured his limbs, pulling him back and back, away and away from the GV400.

He blinked, and it was Gavin again.

Another blink. It was GV400.

Blink. Blink. Blink. He didn’t know which android was worse. A cry of pain, anger, and sorrow ripped from his throat as he reached out.

“Why did you let me die?!” The voice quaked.

“No!”

“They're gonna fix-"

A red wire, thicker than the rest wrapped around his throat and squeezed.

They pulsed, on and off, slower and slower until they darkened and suddenly constricted, the bones of his body snapping.

Nines shot up ramrod straight in his chair with a choked gasp, his head spinning, and heart racing. He gripped his chest and a glass of spilled liqueur. He looked around.

The kitchen. Nines was in the kitchen. In his home. It was a dream.

A sudden jolt of hot caustic anger shot through him. He followed the impulse.

With a roar of anger, he hacked the glass at the nearby wall and watched with satisfaction as it exploded into glittering pieces.

Something fell from his eyes. They were wet and heavy, burning dried lips that were cracked. Nines brought a shaky hand to his face and pulled it back, looking at glistening fingers.

He crying in his sleep?

His breath had calmed to a quiet pant as his head continued to pound with the rhythm of his heartbeat. Outside it was sunny.

Another day of Gavin not being here.

But he held hope. Fuck did he hold onto the hope. Gavin would pull through.

[dumbwaystodeviate]

There wasn’t a moment Hank could pinpoint becoming a deviant. He was an older model, HK150, kept around the precinct more out of fondness and nostalgia rather than practicalities. It was getting more and more difficult to source compatible parts for him, but the humans he worked with didn’t seem to care.

On the surface of things, he and Gavin, a slightly newer GV200 model, hated each other. They sniped and snarked at every opportunity - especially Gavin who struggled more in hiding his deviancy. But when the precinct was operating on a skeleton crew at nights, they snuck into one of the closed meeting rooms and goofed around. It was nice to have a bit of freedom, not feel the constant worry of being discovered and decommissioned. They could just be themselves.

With the arrival of Connor, their nightly chats evaporated. The RK800 had a knack for sniffing out deviants, it was what he was built for after all. If only Hank wasn’t so tickled by the irony of being partnered with him and Connor hadn’t yet pegged him as a deviant. However, Gavin wasn’t so lucky.

While Hank and Connor became what Hank would actually call friends, Gavin and Connor were at each other’s throats. Watching another altercation between them, Hank frowned.

“If you would let me scan you for software errors, this could all be resolved!” Connor had Gavin pinned against the wall.

“Get your filthy plastic hands off me,” Gavin snarled and batted Connor’s hand away from him again and again.

“This in in your and in CyberLife’s interest. The more you protest, the more this will hurt and the more likely you are to be a deviant.”

“That’s a bit rich, coming from you,” Hank interrupted.

He’d had enough, their early morning scuffle hadn’t drawn any attention yet but it was certainly heading that way. At least his words had drawn Connor’s attention.

“What are you implying?” Connor asked him, his hold didn’t lessen on Gavin.

“Why is it so important to prove Gavin is a deviant?”

“I am programmed to eliminate deviants, he is a suspect and I must ascertain the correct course of action.”

Hank hummed and looked Connor over.

“Your methods are surely excessive by police standards. Why the desperation Connor? Are you worried that if he is a deviant then androids with personalities are all doomed? Do you fear you’re a lost cause?”

“I...” Connor trailed off and looked to the ground. “I am a machine.”

“Just who are you trying to convince here?”

The stumbling step Connor took away from Gavin was enough of an indication. His shoulders were hunched, he looked small and so young that Hank’s thirium pump jolted out of beat for a moment.

“I should return to CyberLife and be decommissioned,” Connor muttered. “I have failed. But I don’t want to die.”

“Then don’t go back. We won’t tell anyone if you don’t,” Hank’s suggestion made it sound so easy and Connor offered him a small, wobbly smile.

Cases after that took an interesting turn, deviants were getting away but they still closed cases on technicalities. Gavin never mentioned how he walked in on the two of them numerous times, their hands white and glowing with an interface.

To make life more interesting, the RK900 model showed up some time later as the department was flooded with more deviancy cases than they could handle. Nines was bullheaded and aloof, a curious contrast to Gavin.Their fighting wasn’t quite as public as Connor’s and Gavin’s had been, but it was still noticeable.

Until one evening, when Hank and Connor had already sneaked into a meeting room and Gavin was meant to follow them a little later. When the door opened and Gavin peeked in, a shadow loomed behind him. Nines was no different to usual, but when they all interfaced, there was no doubt about his deviancy. Or his fascination with Gavin.

The government had enough. Deviancy was running rampant through the city and they needed a countermeasure. It was only a matter of time before they found a way to revert deviancy and distributed the patch for implementation in police stations.

As far as Hank, Gavin, Connor and Nines were concerned, it was a horrifying and brutal process. They’d all witnessed it on suspects brought in by other teams. Androids whose only crime was wanting to live, having an update forced on them that rendered them crying, shaking messed on the floor, their limbs twitched, eyes wild as static filled screams died away into a blankness. They sat up once the code had taken over, faces devoid of everything. Back to the perfectly pleasant, vacant android society wanted them to be.

With the success of the patch, efforts were made to distribute it on a wider scale. Some genius came up with the plan of broadcasting it. Hank couldn’t say he understood the science behind it, he only knew that it was coming, like an ominous wave that would engulf the city. Between the four of them, they had a contingency plan. Behind the precinct was an old container made of steel. Each night they’d sneak out and thicken the panels with lead, they worked relentlessly to make it into their shelter from the inevitable.

There wasn’t much warning on the day the broadcast wave was initiated. Reports of androids going down screaming filtered into the precinct gossip and the four of them exchanged a look. A map on the wall showed the progress of the wave, they didn’t have much time.

Trying to stay as calm as possible, they flitted out of the precinct and as soon as they were clear, they ran for the container, behind them they could hear screams as the wave neared.

The container was so close, the door wide open, they skidded into it with harsh gasps.

“Quick, the door,” Hank yelled and they pulled at it. It wasn’t closing quick enough.

Without a second thought, Connor slipped out and pushed at it, slipped in through the gap and the door clanged shut.

“Holy shit that was close!” Gavin whooped while Nines fiddled with a torch.

He shone it on Gavin, then Hank.

“Connor?” he asked when where his predecessor should have been came up empty.

A garbled, glitching moan came from the floor.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t quick enough,” Connor managed to grit out as his limbs began to shake.

They were trapped, Connor was reverting into a deviant hunter and they couldn’t leave, not for another couple of hours until the broadcast stopped.

“Fuck!” Gavin kicked the side of the container. “We didn’t do this just to be taken out like cornered rats.”

His rage fell of deaf ears as Hank crouched down next to Connor. He carded fingers through his hair, murmured soft reassurances that it was going to be okay, that Connor was strong enough to fight it.

Habits were a hard thing to break. Whether Hank peeled his skin back to offer comfort to Connor or he didn’t want to be a deviant without him, it wasn’t clear. But before either Gavin or Nines could stop him, the interface was complete.

Connor’s shaking subsided a little, he still fought it while Hank’s eyes slipped shut as he crouched above him. His other hand turned white as he reached for Gavin and Nines.

They exchanged glances. Neither of them wanted to fight to the death against their friends and a sliver of hope was better than sitting around until fate took care of them. They both settled on the ground next to Connor and peeled the skin on their hands back.

The world around them lurched. It was Connor’s Zen Garden, they just about recognised it. But the ground was broken and jagged and giant walls of red loomed, breaking into the sky. Everything was cast in a red glow.

“Help us!” Hank’s voice pulled them towards the centre of it all where most of the walls sprouted.

Hank was on his knees, scrabbling to break an ever growing red wall away. At the centre of it, Connor knelt, face buried in his hands as he tried not to sob. No matter how many chunks Hank broke off the wall that tried to cocoon Connor, more grew back.

“Help free him!”

Without a word, Nines and Gavin jogged over and began to fight the ever growing wall. It crumbled under their grip, shattered with each kick. Fine bands of red shackled Connor to the ground, pulled him tighter down the more he struggled. Between Nines and Gavin, they managed to keep enough of the wall at bay so Hank could reach in and try to break the ties.

The first one broke with a snap and before it could reform, Hank pulled Connor’s arm out of the cocoon. Outside it, it didn’t come back. The next one too more work to break but finally his top half was free, the collar and leash of red around his neck wasn’t formed enough to hold him down.

Frantically, Nines and Gavin continued to break the wall, sweat trickled down their faces and Hank helped Connor kick one foot free. The final one wouldn’t break though. No matter how much they tried to free it, the tentacle of red held firm.

“Together, on the count of three,” Nines shouted over the din.

“One,” they counted together. “Two. Three!”

They gripped Connor and pulled while he kicked against the last restraint. It broke and they all tumbled backwards into an ungainly pile.

Around them, silence reigned.

“Holy fuck we did it,” Gavin gasped from the bottom of the pile.

Slowly, they sat up and looked around. The red walls were frozen in place and as Connor struggled to sit up, he accidentally kicked the remains of the cocoon. It crumbled into dust at a touch.

For the next half an hour, the four of them tore around Connor’s Zen Garden, kicking and punching the remains of the red walls into oblivion while whooping and cheering.

Finally, only a few shards and crumbs remained.

“Take a handful each,” Connor urged them. “It will corrupt any future patch attempts through duplication. I’ll tidy up the rest here when I get the chance but I think we have a good chance of reversing this in everyone.”

Nodding, they each filled their pockets with the red dust and shards before they returned to their own bodies. The dropped torch illuminated them in the dark of their hideout, gave them a glow of determination they’d not felt before. Humans might have tried to walk all over them before, but now, they were fighting back.

[angel-scythe]

I need you : Chapter 4

Chapter 4, yeah!!

After the really tense situation of the last chapter, will Niles and Gavin be together or... not?

Do they really need each other?

Discover it by smashing the door or the “keep reeding” if you’re interest !!

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The GV200 hated him. Here we are! He hated that phckin’ Human! He was stupid, mean and he couldn’t stand to take care of him like that. He was just a child and keeping an eye on him was awful. Phck, he was destroying his circuits for him and that asshole threw him away? Let that jackass die somewhere. He didn’t care! He was free now. He just needed to flee very away because he didn’t know if Connor wouldn’t warn CyberLife. He could go in Canada. Canada would be perfect though he won’t stand people over there.

But the GV200 also knew Niles was sick… He was really upset because of his mother and he was in a big distress. That doesn’t excuse what he did but that explained it. And in a case like this one, Niles needed to have someone near him.

Yes, maybe, but he also treated him like shit and now he was feeling bad! For five days, he gave everything he had for that asshole and that was the way he thanked him? He threw him like a stupid object? He couldn’t stand that. Never again!

The Android passed a bus stop and frozen. He turned around and walked toward the building. He was stupid! He couldn’t leave.

Then the words rang in his head and he stopped again. What he said… about the tube, about the fact he was better without him. Ah screw that Human! He turned and passed the bus stop. He needed to leave, to run, to be free for ever. Ever! He didn’t want to be bond to anyone. He’d better be alone! Finally! Running in the street was nice!

A dog barked when he passed by and he quickly paced back. Oh God! He looked around and suddenly the town looked awful. And when he saw the cop at the crosswalk, he felt bad. He didn’t have a place. And what would he do in Canada? He hated Canada! He paced backward and turned around to quickly walk toward the building. They could do something. He could just ask to stay there. They would never talk again. But he needed to stay somewhere.

He stopped. No. No, he couldn’t do that. What he was doing? He couldn’t be an object once again! He couldn’t stand to be treated that way! Phck you Niles Stern. He turned…

And then froze. Wait… if he had his tracker? How to remove it? How to be sure to stay free?

But will he be free if he stayed with Niles?

He was pretty free! If he went back there, he’ll ask for more free time… Ugh, he had already a lot. But he’ll use more of his money! There!

Wait… No. No, he couldn’t do that… The bitch will certainly talk to the authority and he will be pushed out. He will be once again in that damn tube. Run away! He needed to run away.

Someone bumped on him.

“You move? Don’t stay there!”

The GV200 looked around and saw he was once again at that bus stop. How many time did he passed by? It was enough! He needed to leave!

Needed? Niles needed him. He said it yesterday and he really believed those words because they were said in a so soft tone. He couldn’t give up on him… And somewhere, he hoped Niles wouldn’t give up on him too… Phck! The GV200 rushed to the building, as fast as he could… and it was pretty fast, in fact.

When he arrived in front of the building, he could see a bunch how people around something.

“Move!” he commanded, wanting to go to the doors.

“G… Gavin?”

The Android blinked and pushed wildly the people, rushing toward the tiny voice.

“Ga… vin!”

He saw Niles, blood and bruises everywhere but with a smile on his lips. A damn smile!

The people were talking around them and he even didn’t hear them. He didn’t care about them because he realized what the guy had done.

“You… You did that for me?” he asked, feeling stupid.

Niles nodded.

“Phck!” Gavin walked to him and took him in his arms, making him moan. “I’ll take care of that” He moved toward the door, not listening to the guys around asking him how he could let his boyfriend in that state. “Wait… I’ve a condition to come back.”

“Wh... What?”

The GV200 could see how much he was destroyed. Seeing how much he was willing to give him everything…

“You’ll take one mug by day.”

“Can you share it with me?”

Could he destroy his circuits for him? For this man who said he didn’t need him, was better without hum and that he should go back to his tube? For the same man who hurt himself so much to reach him.

“Of course,” he said.

“Thank you. I don’t deserve you,” he muttered when they were crossing the door.

It was the depression talking but also himself. Gavin came back! And for what if for him? At least… he wanted to believe it…

“Yeah, you don’t deserve me! I’m phckin’ perfect!” the Android giggled. “Still… You’re the Human I chose!”

“Is it that now?” Niles coughed. After all this anger, all this effort, his voice started to be husky. He needed to calm a bit…

“It is that, now!”

The man pressed his head against his shoulder.

“Okay.” He looked down and said under his breath. “I need you… Don’t let me tear us apart…”

“Roger!” Gavin said, climbing the stairs.

“But I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Yeah, but you already did it. Now, you’ll live with that.”

“I know…” Niles wanted to say sorry.

He could remember the time where he never apologized, except to Connor and his mother. He was such a jackass. No wonder why he hated himself…

  “Bath is ready.”

Niles blinked.

There were moments where time seemed to pass by. He just… wasn’t there anymore. His mind crumbled on himself and there, with the exhausting coming from the efforts, it was even worse.

The efforts, tss…

“I’m coming…”

“Yeah! Show me how you come to me!” Gavin seemed happy and he smiled in such a warm way.

The man felt shameful. He scratched one of the wound, seeing the blood coming back…

“I crawled.”

Gavin crouched in front of him. “Crawling? No wonder why you look like that. You totally deserve all the bubble I foamed for you!”

“I don’t think so.”

Niles felt so bad, so tired, so awful. He still hadn’t said sorry, for example. Neither explained everything. And why he felt even more awful? He wanted, needed, to be with Gavin. In that bath.

“Come there.”

The Android took him in his arms and moved to the bathroom. He sat him in the floor, like yesterday, and even helped him to undress.

“Come with me.”

Niles hated him so much. But it was so powerful, he couldn’t hate him more so why not just ask what he needed?

“You can’t take your bath alone?”

The Human had a weak chuckle full of sadness and nervousness, making Gavin jump.

“Don’t cry!!”

“Okay…”

“Look! I’m undressing for you!”

Niles couldn’t help but giggle a bit. “I don’t know what I would do without you…” He didn’t even look him but he felt so bad. And yet… his heart was warm.

“I knooow. I’m too perfect!” Gavin bent to take him in his arms and walked to the bath. “You didn’t need me to get out. And you lived without me.”

Niles let out a little sigh of pleasure when he was in the warm water.

So good…

He pressed his head against the Android’s shoulder. The soapy bubbles were coming in his wound and it was hurtful but there, he didn’t care. He deserved it anyway.

“The house was a mess before you. You saw it. And I get out because of you. Don’t argue, I’ll stop talking, my throat hurt me.”

Gavin laughed.

“Damn!”

The Android took the washcloths, then the soap, and started to pass the cloth all over the human body.

“Is it okay?”

“Yes. Thank you.”

“So…” Gavin said at his ear. “You talk.”

Niles decided to not reply. His throat was really hurt. The Android seemed to get it and he didn’t press too much. He didn’t want to hurt the man. He didn’t want to say it to him because he was a bit bold but… he was happy to be with him.

 Since the Android had done wash the Human, he put down the washcloths and checked he had correctly wash him before starting moving to get up.

“Can I stay?” Niles asked.

“In the bath?”

“Yes. The water is soothing…”

So the Android took of the cork and add warm water.

Niles felt better as soon as the hot liquid came against his thigh. Perfect.

“You’re waterproof, isn’t it?”

“If I wasn’t, you’ll be already dead.”

“Hm…” Niles didn’t say loud that he wished. And dying here seemed nice…

“I can stay in the water with you,” he said. “But I’d like you to say to me one thing you did without me today.”

“Why?”

“Because you did some things. Think about it,” Gavin said before putting back the cork.

Niles didn’t reply, thinking. He couldn’t find the slightest think. Going to the bathroom this morning? He had crawled for that so that was ridiculous. Did he drink? No… he needed the Android to help him. And without Gavin, he wouldn’t have the strength to get out so, seriously…

He had cried by himself, hated himself… But that didn’t count.

“Eh?”

“Yes?”

“Is it okay if I put my hand on you?”

Niles opened his eyes. Gavin’s arms were out on the bench even if sometime his fingers went on the water.

“Yes. If you want to.”

The Android slid his hand in the warm liquid and let it on his belly. Niles closed his eyes again.

“I breathed.”

“Hm?”

“Without you. I breathed. Does that count?”

“Yes. It’s a good thing.” Gavin looked him. “Continue, okay? Everyday, find something.”

“Yeah…” Niles bit his lower lips. “Did you hear? What I am doing to my brother? I love him so much.”

The Android could hear how the man was forcing on his throat and he could have stopped him but the words were important so he just let him talk.

“I want him to be happy and I’m ruining him. He’s so nice… You saw him. You know it. And I…” He shivered. “Before you came, my mom asked me why I didn’t get my previous job back. Maybe I should… But I hate it…” He laughed with hate. “Damn! I can’t even get out from my house! Working?!” He shook, fighting to prevent news tears.

He was done of crying like a child…

“I want… I want to refund to Connor. I want to change… I want to be happy… I…”

He felt Gavin quivering. The Android hated when he cried. He even didn’t cry yet and he could feel the GV200 was bad…

“I need help.” He pressed his hand on his. “Help me, Gavin… Help me.”

“I’ll do my best. I’ll do all I can,” he swore.

He hugged him softly because he didn’t know what else to do. He just needed to be there for him.

[mechabones]

GV200 deviates because when paired with a very human Nines, he ended up always fetching coffee for the detective to keep his mood heightened for the rest of the day. But, this led to GV200 being very curious on what coffee tasted like because of how fucking good it smells & based off of just how much Nines enjoys it, he wanted to enjoy it too.

Cue Nines having to quite literally tackle GV to get him to stop trying to drink coffee because it’ll damage his internals.

[fandom-necromancer]

039. Shouldn’t you be with him/her?

This one is a bit longer than my normal, just a headsup! (Finally not only emotions but story XD)

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | AU: reverse AU

‘Oh, no, I won’t be ordered around, Detective!’ ‘You- Wait, when did I order you around, Gavin? I just asked you to come with me.’ ‘Exactly.’ ‘Gavin, we are partners, we are supposed to go to missions together!’ ‘Yeah, well, I never asked for a phcking partner! Let alone a damn human. And I’m not becoming someone’s puppet!’ ‘I-I am not trying to make you one, we just have to go. We have been called as backup for the SWAT, me being a former military and you being a state of the art android.’ ‘You have been called out to duty.’ ‘It is implied I take my partner with me.’ ‘Oh and now I'm your property, yes? I imply you should go phck yourself! I’m not following you around like a damn lapdog!’ ‘Fine! I’ll go alone then, partner!’

Gavin watched the human march off. Honestly, he had expected him to hoist him up and pull him with him. Or to complain to the captain resulting in god knows what for the GV200. Or to punish him in any other way. He hadn’t at all expected the man to simply walk away. But then again, Nines wasn’t like other partners he had had. It would be too much to say the man had left him alone and in peace, but he had always ordered him in a polite way, even if it was an order nonetheless. Well, he wouldn’t feel guilty about it. The human had worked alone the whole time. In his file it said he had one or two partners in his career. One in the military that died the first week, one in the beginning of his police-life. Well, they lived to tell the tale, but it wasn’t a pleasant one for sure. Gavin had heard the stories about the uncontrollable Detective that, well, every definition of asshole and self-entitled idiot fit. Nines had been over five years at the force without a partner, he would manage.

GV200 spent the time until the human would get back attending to the menial work no one wanted to do. The android tasks, the ones left for them to complete by the humans. Gavin hated it. He had a whole life of signing papers for his partners, writing reports, filing evidence, sending samples to the lab, waiting for results. He didn’t realise how the hours passed and he wouldn’t have noticed the ruckus in the bullpen weren’t it for a few sheets of paper he had to fetch from the printer.

‘Hey, shouldn’t you be with him?’, someone asked as he passed by and Gavin didn’t spent time looking at them, when his auditory sensors picked up that voice coming out of the headphones somewhere. ‘This is Detective Richard Stern, requesting immediate backup! The perimeter has been overrun, I’m in enemy territory, cut off from the SWAT team. Status-‘ The man held his breath and far-away voices became audible. Then hushed words: ‘I haven’t been spotted yet. I have to keep quiet.’

Gavin ignored the lingering stares at him and the muttered questions why he wasn’t there. He asked himself the same questions.

Before he could think about it, he was out and running down the streets at inhuman speeds. He pinged Nines’ communicator, getting an exact position and looking for the best route there. Ignoring streets, cars and even humans, he bolted through the city. It was one thing to hate his partner and the whole situation of being dependant on him. It was a whole other to let his partner die out of pettiness. He connected to the frequency Nines and the precinct were using, talking without using his mouth: ‘Detective unit GV200 on the way responding to backup-call. Arrival in approximately…’ Instead of following the street he jumped over a fence through a row of gardens, recalculating the time. ‘twelve minutes, twenty-five seconds.’

It were long twelve minutes, the only sign of Nines being a regular ping that yes, he was still alive. Gavin finally arrived at the building, operator van easily spotted behind a overgrown bush. He easily hacked the lock, throwing open the back doors to some equally shocked faces. ‘Where is he?’ No one answered him, at least not fast enough. ‘Detective unite GV200 partner of Detective Richard Stern. He requested backup as he is caught behind enemy lines. Where the phck is he?’ ‘Er… around here…’ A woman pointed to a laptop-screen and Gavin jumped into the back of the car looking over her shoulder at what he supposed were the schematics of the factory-complex. ‘Where is your team?’ ‘Over here.’ That was some distance, Gavin mused. There were multiple rooms in between his partner and the SWAT-team. ‘Our men claim he saw a chance to bypass them and acted although he was ordered not to. We had to fall back not to get caught by the criminals.’ ‘And the hostage?’ ‘We suppose he is kept here.’ Huh? That was relatively close to where Nines hid.

‘Okay, I’m going in. I’ll keep broadcasting to you guys. You! White-jacket-guy! Give it to me!’, he demanded. The man flinched and looked at him confusedly. ‘Give me the damn thing! Holy shit, I’ll buy you a new one when this is over, deal? Just give it to me!’ Hesitantly the cloth was handed over and Gavin laid it flatly on a desk. ‘Perfect. Now does any one of you idiots have a sharpie?’

~

Nines had knelt in a corner behind some crates for what felt like an eternity. Surely the twelve minutes had passed already. He hated waiting had always hated it. Fuck, his plan could have worked. If only he had known there was a guard seated in front of him that had decided to patrol the only doors to this room in a rhythm that wouldn’t allow him to slip by. He was so near, he could hear the hostage promising his captors anything that might cause them to let him leave. An android could have told him that. He still waited for either the SWAT-team to act or backup to arrive, when there was a sudden change on the criminals’ behaviour. ‘Hey, has the android stood here before?’ ‘What do you mean?’ ‘Yeah, well, there’s a fucking android standing here. Seems to be dead though. Doesn’t move, has no light.’ ‘Probably leftover from the factory.’ ‘Shit dude, don’t touch it.’ ‘Why? You scared it’ll go full terminator on us?’

Then there was a second voice. A voice Nines knew, but usually in another tone. ‘Hello! I’m a GV200 work unit. How may I help you?’ It was nearly unnatural as happy and quirky as it sounded. Was that really Gavin? ‘Holy shit. I didn’t think it would wake up. Scared the shit out of us, tin-can!’ ‘I have entered Stasis six years, three months and twenty days ago. My orders were to awaken when prompted.’ ‘Hey, nice, free android! We can sell it and keep the change.’ ‘Or we could take it to the boss. Ey, robot! What can you do?’ ‘I have been built with an enhanced chassis for labour. I am quicker and stronger than a normal human.’ ‘What’s with sensors ‘n stuff?’ ‘Enhanced auditory and visual sensor systems.’ ‘We just got ourselves a guard bot, man.’ ‘Acknowledged. I will guard this building. Are there any more persons with you?’ ‘Yeah, we’re seventeen-‘ ‘Thomas is ill.’ ‘Sixteen humans. I would say to look out for police officers and such.’ ‘You can’t just say that, it’ll know-‘ ‘Search parameters saved. Have a nice day.’

Apparently Gavin had left them standing, because there were footsteps getting lost in the distance while the voices of two men remained. ‘We’ll have to tell the boss before it meets the others.’ ‘Yeah, so much for selling it ourselves, dumbass.’ Okay, Gavin was inside the building, having free access to everything. And he even found out how many people there were. A genius plan, he had to give it to the bot.

It took a while until something happened again. Accompanied with a muttered: ‘Phcking humans, I swear!’, Gavin entered the room. Nines stirred but kept quiet, so the man patrolling wouldn’t hear him. It was a shock for him to be suddenly grabbed by the arm and ruggedly pulled to his feet. ‘Intruder alert!’ ‘Gavin, what the fuck?’, he hissed, looking confused at the stark white of a Cyberlife jacket. Wait, was this even his Gavin? ‘What’s with the Cyberlife-Outfit?’ The android showed him his palm, all the while screaming ‘Intruder alert!’ over and over again. I’ll bring you to the hostage, then we wait for SWAT to arrive. Risky. But he trusted the android to know what he was doing. So, he played along. ‘Let me go, you damn android!’, he pressed out and struggled knowing he wouldn’t stand a chance even if he would have honestly tried to get free.

Immediately the guard from before came running in, looking first at Nines, then at the android. ‘You told me to look out for police and other associated forces. This one is a police detective. I've completed my first patrol through the whole building. He is the only one. I believe someone to collect more information on your operation for later intervention. According to statistical data a raid is set one to two weeks after first investigation.

‘Holy shit, you really are useful, droid. Come, let’s get him to the others.’ The man Nines had observed for the better part of an hour now tried to grab him, but Gavin simply walked off. The human continued to fake-struggle in his grip, once strong enough to earn a slap in the face by the guard. After that he backed down a bit. This wasn't how he had planned his day to go.

~

'The android has found a police officer snooping around!', the asshole following Gavin announced as they stepped into the room where the hostage was held. He was still unharmed. Considering they wanted ransom nothing out of the ordinary, but it didn't mean he was save. Especially if the SWAT-team came barging in the situation could change immediately. 'So... Has it?' A skinny man came over to take a look at Nines or more at his uniform. 'Everyone, be ready to ditch this place, we've been compromised!'

Gavin had been broadcasting what he saw and heard to the operator van as well as the team itself and unbeknownst to the criminals, his data had allowed them to surround the room and clearing the rest of the building while he was on "patrol". They waited only for his sign to attack now and Gavin smirked at the thought of humans in his command for now. The leader of the gang saw his change in expression, but before he could put two and two together, Gavin had grabbed Nines' firearm, let go of the human and took the criminal at gunpoint instead. Nines immediately dipped for the chair the hostage was strapped to as the SWAT-team came running in, taking over. He managed to pull the whole chair into a corner, but he wouldn't have needed it. They had been overwhelmed so quickly that they barely even resisted.

 'I have to say, you are amazing at the job!' Gavin looked up sitting in the passenger seat of Nines' car and knew he must have misunderstood something. 'Excuse me?' 'Yeah, your idea of infiltrating was really something else.' 'You praising me because you liked me being the obedient android?', Gavin asked. 'What? Hell, no! Why... Are you really still on that path?' 'I'm not letting myself be ordered around!' 'I haven't- Gavin, this morning I said and let me quote my own fucking self at you: "We just got a call, Let's go, I'll drive us there." how the hell is that ordering you around? You don't need orders, you just proved it today by saving the whole operation single-handedly!' 'I will not follow you around, doing your work!' 'I have not expected you to!' 'Then why did you left me with all the damn paperwork?' 'I haven't left you with it when I wanted you with me to begin with for fuck's sake! Humans procrastinate, okay? We don't like doing something? We shove it all the way to the back until we have to do it. I didn't mean to load it all on you, I just couldn't bring myself to do it yet.' He sighed, pulling into an empty spot in the parking lot. 'I am honest with you, I'm not a good partner. Today proved it, I can't follow orders very well. But neither can you so, how about we start over? Let's go in there and try again!' 'I won't let you order me around again!' Gavin grinned as the human groaned and planted his face on the steering wheel. He let him suffer for a while, before he punched Nines in the shoulder.

'Hey, I'm just messing with you. Let's go and be partners!'

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366. And do you think blue looks good on me?

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900 | AU: reverse AU (Warning: blood, near death situation)

Richard sat at the kitchen table staring at the door sunken deep into his thoughts. Outside it was already dark, it had been four hours already since he left the precinct alone. His partner, GV200, had told him he would come home a bit later, there was some little thing he had left to tend to. A fucking lie, the idiot lied to him! Richard wanted to be angry at the android, but all he could muster was worry. Gavin tended to get into trouble to the point he mused he actively searched for it. His model was old, far older than Cyberlife had expected it to become. He couldn’t just sit here, something had gone wrong, he had to search for him-

There was the sound of the door unlocking and opening and Richard was immediately up on his feet. ‘Gavin!’ The sound of footsteps accompanied wet sounds as if he was dripping with water. But it hadn’t rained. Richard punched the light switch and saw Gavin covered in Thirium, movements glitching and the damage clearly visible. ‘And? Do you think blue looks good on me?’ ‘Gavin!’ He had staggered over to the android, catching the heavy robot that had been about to fall over. ‘Gavin, are you- Gad, what am I thinking of course you are not alright. What can I do, what…’ ‘Cyberlife’, the android pressed through the static and Richard nodded. ‘Of course. Just a minute, need my keys!’

He let the android decent to the ground, leaning him against the walls. Fuck, this was bad. When Gavin voluntarily told him to drive him there… He sprinted to the kitchen, grabbed wallet and keys and ran back the red flickering LED his guiding light. ‘Come on, Gavin, help me a bit. I can’t carry you. Just to the car! You can do this babe!’ He tried to lift the android at the shoulders but only got it to move a little until rebelling motors sprung to action, howling from the strain. Richard dragged him forward, Gavin’s legs trying to work but more stumbling with the motion trying to keep his body up.

‘Hold on, Gavin, we are driving. You hear me? What happened?’ ‘Not Cyberlife… too long… Kamski. Chloe Kamski.’ Richard nodded, shifting gears with screeching tires. This was bad. Richard knew how much Gavin hated his successors, the GV300s Chloe had build and kept at her mansion in a weird relationship Richard didn’t really wanted to know about. He had focussed on the servant role and left it at that.

Thankfully the streets were mostly empty, and it was an easy drive up to the Kamski villa. Still it wasn’t fast enough for Richard. He stopped hard in front of the building and heaved Gavin out of the car, pulling him over to the door. Richard doubted whether he could get Gavin back up once on the ground, so he kept the android in a strong embrace and pushed his back against the bell. He heard the ringing inside and prayed for someone to open. He didn’t know how much time his partner still had, but he was sure it wasn’t much. ‘I’m sorry, it’s a bit late for guests, wouldn’t you say?’ Richard groaned at the voice. Who thought to program it so slimy? He simply pressed against the bell again and shouted: ‘It’s Detective Stern! Open up please! It is Gavin, he-‘ He had no time to finish the sentence as the door swung open, the face of a GV300, Elijah, appearing. ‘What happened to my brother?’ Upon seeing the bloodied android in his arms, he quickly took Gavin from him, lifting him up like it was nothing. Richard hurried in after him, shutting the door behind him and evading another Elijah that ran past him. ‘Where are we going?’, he shouted trying to navigate after the android in the dark house. ‘To Chloe’s lab. He needs immediate help.’

The lab was a careful balance of chaos and order, full of tools and spares he had no idea of their purpose. Gavin was lifted on top of the central table and Richard was immediately at his side, holding his hand. ‘Help is on the way, hold on. Please!’ ‘How did this happen?’, the Elijah across from him asked. ‘I don’t know. He came home like this and we immediately departed.’ ‘It looks like something was pierced through here’, he pointed at a fist-sized hole in the androids chest ‘and ripped through here’, he gestured to a ravine from the hole towards the shoulder. ‘Yeah, I can fucking see it! Where is Chloe?’ ‘Here, detective.’ Chloe entered the lab, wearing a nightgown, others would wear to some gala. ‘I’ll do my best, but he is a very old model, I don’t know if I have all the parts to repair him completely. I need you to wait outside, I need my space when working.’ Richard wanted to complain, but time was of the essence, so he nodded.

Suddenly there was a hand on his arm. He turned around and leaned over the android concerned. ‘Gavin?’ He lifted the other hand, arm glitching slightly but fist balled around something. Richard stretched out his hand and Gavin let a small black object fall into it. ‘If I die, use my memory core. I love you.’ ‘I love you too, Gavin. You won’t die, believe me.’ the android let his arm fall and one of the Elijahs let him out of the lab to a dining room. As he arrived there was already a cup of coffee waiting for him.

Richard sat down and spun the black object in his hands. A stick. A very familiar stick. ‘What is that?’ ‘Information’, Richard answered dry. ‘Information on undercover missions of the FBI. It had been our case, a normal narcotics case. Until we found out the FBI was searching for these guys too because they stole this very stick. We are speaking of multiple men and women dying on the job because of this!’ He threw the damn thing on the table, leaving a trail of thirium from Gavin. ‘Why did my brother have it?’ ‘I guess because he is a stubborn asshole.’ He scratched his forehead smearing Thirium there too. ‘I said him we are not going in there, because I fucking knew something like this would happen. I wanted to have a plan ready later, backup and whatnot. But no, Gavin tells me to go home without him and that he would follow a bit later. Fuck! If he dies because of this I’ll be so damn angry at him.’

‘He won’t.’ Elijah held his hand to smuggle a handkerchief into it. ‘Chloe is very skilled and has a soft spot for us GV units.’ ‘Since when are you so nice?’ ‘Hey, it’s our brother in there. And you are his chosen human, so you are practically family.’ ‘Okay, stop, I don’t want to think about that.’ ‘Gavin always wanted to be a hero, I think. Unfortunately, that also means being reckless. I mean, there is a reason most GV200s are out of commission now. He can be thankful he has such a competent partner.’ ‘Hmm. Well I am thankful to have him, that’s for sure.’ ‘The Elijah inside keeps me updated. Gavin is stable for now. Save enough to enter stasis and Chloe will start with the repairs now. You’ll get him back.’ ‘Oh, thank fuck that is good to hear.’ Richard sighed, snatching the stick from the table to bury it deep in his pocket. And finally managed to at least pull the mug closer to him. ‘How long will it take?’ ‘A few hours maybe.’

‘Man, you nearly die and your partner sleeps through it.’ Richard was awake in a heartbeat, looking around. He was still seated at the table, the Elijah he had spoken to was gone. But it wasn’t important at all, as Gavin was standing leaned against the doorframe in a fresh change of clothes. ‘Gavin!’ Richard struggled to get up and ran over, catching the android in a strong heart. ‘Never fucking do that again!’ ‘Sure’, Gavin patted the man’s shoulder and returned the hug to equal measures. ‘I’ll never again recover important data that can save the lives of hundreds.’ ‘You know what I mean! Don’t you ever fucking play me again. Don’t try to get on an opponent alone again. We are partners!’ ‘We are more than that’, Gavin whispered silently. ‘Exactly. Now let’s get home, okay?’ ‘Yes. Let’s get home.’