I Thought I Lost You In The Storm
Fandom: Detroit | Become Human
Hank & Conor (Gen)
Summary: Another winter, another snow, another murder. Nothing new in Detroit. But Connor suddenly going catatonic in the middle of the crime scene? Yeah. That’s new; even if the fear in Hank’s gut isn’t.
Detroit was bellowing a cloud of white upon the city yet again, as it did every winter — although increasingly irregularly. Storms that should have blown over were dumping feet whereas storms that should have left them crippled resulted in nearly spring-like days. Fall and winter came later and later and lasted longer and longer. As Hank stared up at the falling flakes, blinking as they clung to his lashes, he couldn’t help but wonder what life had in store for them. If the inches already kissing at his ankles were anything to go by, nothing good.
He averted his attention back to the crime scene; to the bodies left in a frozen curl in the corner of some Detroit back alley — a human and an android, both frozen. Both dead.
Hank startled, torn from his thoughts as an officer appeared at his side. Prickly from the sudden fright, however small, Hank scowled and gave the young looking officer a healthy dose of stink eye. A little curl of satisfaction bloomed in his gut at the way the officer cowered just a little.
“Well?” Hank growled, “What do ya want?”
That made the office jump and stand a little straighter.
“Ah, of course, sir. Sorry. It’s your an— It’s ah, your partner , sir. He appears to be malfunctioning.
“Malfunctioning,” Hank repeated back blandly, unimpressed. “If this about him licking something again, there’s nothing I can do about it. Believe me, I’ve tried.”
The officer paled a little at that but quickly shook their head.
“No, sir, he’s not— does he really lick stuff?,” The officer shook their head again, as though to focus, and continued, “He’s standing in the middle of the road unresponsive. We can’t figure out what’s wrong.”
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