#;connor

[introvert-pansexual]

WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC

summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.

versions; WATTPAD, AO3

006. THE TRUTH

NOV 6TH, 2038

PM 03:02:07

THE RAIN hasn't stopped and only got stronger, as more clouds covered the grey sky. Putting on the hood of her jacket, Amelia got out of the car and looked to both sides for any passing cars, before making her way towards the food truck with a big sign 'chicken feed' above it. Hiding her hands inside her pockets, she watched Hank be approached by a familiar face. "Hey, hey, hey... Hank! How you doin' man?" Pedro greeted him with a quick hug and pat on the back. "Amelia? You grew up since the last time I saw you!" Checking her up and down, Pedro gave Mel a side hug, causing her to softly chuckle. "Hey, listen. I got a shit-hot tip for you. Number five in third." Pedro returned his attention to Hank. "That filly's one hell of a chaser. You wanna flutter?" At his offer, Mel rolled her eyes with a sigh and walked towards one of the stands, hiding underneath it's big umbrella from the rain.

Looking down at her hand, Amelia stared at the white bandage, before leaning onto her elbows and watching as Hank and Connor made their way towards her, while she lit a cigarette. "I don't want to alarm you, Lieutenant," Leaning on his elbows just like Mel, Connor announced. "But I think your friends are engaged in illegal activities." Connor explained. "Well, everybody does what they have to, to get by... As long as they're not hurtin' anybody, I don't bother 'em." Shrugging his shoulders, Hank took another bite out of his hamburger. "This morning, when we were chasing those deviants... Why didn't you want me to cross the highway?" Leaning in, Connor questioned. "Cause you could've been killed." Hank answered, making it sound like the answer was already obvious and it was, but maybe not to Connor himself. "And I don't like filling out paperwork for damaged equipment." Defending himself, Hank added, and Amelia couldn't help but quietly snicker at his response.

"Can I ask you a personal question, Lieutenant?" Connor furrowed his eyebrows. "Why do you hate androids so much?" Hank stared at Connor for a while, his expression dropping. "I have my reasons." He explained, his words making Mel uncomfortably shift in her place. "Is there anything you'd like to know about me?" The android offered, earning a glare from Hank. "Hell no... Well-" Hank raised his finger in the air, continuing; "Well, yeah... Why did they make you look so goofy and give you that weird voice?" Before Connor could answer, Amelia interrupted him; "Oh, come on... There's no need to be mean to him." She teased with a small smirk on her face, before blowing the smoke in his face, causing Hank to narrow his eyes.

"Cyberlife androids are designed to work harmoniously with humans. Both my appearance and my voice were specifically designed to facilitate my integration." Connor announced. "Well, they fucked up." Hank took another bite of his food, while Mel let out a quick laugh at her father's comment. "By Amelia's previous statement, I can assume she disagrees with you, Lieutenant. Is that so?" When Connor turned his head in Mel's direction, she stared at him for a moment, before shrugging her shoulders. "If you don't mind, I'll keep that answer to myself." Amelia teased with a smirk, earning another eye roll from Hank and a simple nod from Connor in understatement.

"Maybe I should tell you what we know about deviants?" Connor offered. "You read my mind. Proceed." Waving his hand in the air, Hank answered. "We believe that a mutation occurs in the software of some androids, which can lead to them emulating a human emotion--" "In english, please." Hank cut off Connor. "They don't really feel emotions, they just get overwhelmed by irrational instructions, which can lead to unpredictable behaviour." Deviant behaviour. "Emotions always screw things up," Hank took a sip from his drink, slowly nodding his head. "Maybe android's aren't so different from us as we thought... You ever dealt with deviants before?"

"A few months back... A deviant was threatening to jump off the roof with a little girl. I managed to save her." The android stated, reminding Amelia of the time when she first heard about that incident back in August, which caused her heart to skip a bit. The deviant incident wasn't the only thing that happened that day. "So, I guess you've done all your homework, right? Know everything there is to know about me?" Hank sounded almost as he was mocking the android next to him. "I know you graduated top of your class. You made a name for yourself in several cases, and became youngest Lieutenant in Detroit." Raising his brows in surprise, Hank stayed silent. "I also know you've received several disciplinary warning in recent years and you spend a lot of time in bars."

"So what's your conclusion?" Hank asked. "I know you're an experienced officer, and I'd like to earn you trust. I'm sure we can solve this case if we manage to work together. all three of us." Glancing between Amelia and Hank, Connor explained. An almost comfortable silence fell over the three of them, after Mel shook off the uneasy feeling from the memories floading back. That was until Connor's LED light flashed yellow. "I just got a report of a suspected deviant. It's a few block away, we should go have a look. I'll let you finish your meal. I'll be in the car, if you need me." And with that, Connor disappeared into the car parked on the other side of the road.

"Well, good luck. I'm apparently needed back at the department." Slowly backing away and throwing away the rest of the cigarette, Amelia sighed and shoved her phone back into her pocket, after noticing the new message she received. "What for?" Hank muttered, furrowing his eyebrows. "Guess I'll have to go ahead and find out. I'll join the two of you later." She shrugged her shoulders, before giving Hank a quick wave and soon, she was out of sight, speed-walking towards the nearest bus stop.

NOV 6TH, 2038

PM 07:51:06

"You have reached your destination. Thank you for travelling with Detroit Taxis. We look forward to seeing you again soon." The automatic car came to a stop, as Amelia and Connor stepped out. In front of them stood the familiar house that belonged to nobody else, than Hank Anderson. His car was strangely parked in front of the garage door and windows were covered with blinds from inside. "Lieutenant Anderson?" Knocking on the front door, Connor called out, but got no response. "Anybody home?" The android ringed the doorbell. "Wait.." Amelia muttered, reaching into her back pocket of her now casual clothes. "This should work better." Handing Connor the spear key she was given a long time ago, he accepted it and begun to unlock the door.

As soon as the door swung open and the two of them walked in, they were greeted by Sumo, Hank's dog. "Easy, Sumo..." Raising his hands in the air, Connor demanded, when Sumo stared at him suspiciously. "I'm your friend, see? I know your name..." At Connor's reassuring words, Sumo turned around and walked away. Amelia's eyes followed him with a soft smile, before she noticed the scene in the kitchen. Her expression dropped. "Hank?!" She called out, running towards his body that laid on the floor, unresponsive. Swiftly kneeling down next to his body, the first thing she noticed was his moving chest, causing her to let out a small sigh of relief.

Falling back, Mel sat down on the ground and leaned her elbows against her knees, as Connor took her previous position, kneeling down next to Hank. "Lieutenant?" Connor patted the side of Hank's face, earning a quiet groan from the unconscious man. "Wake up, Lieutenant!" A slap echoed inside the kitchen, causing Hank's eyes to finally flutter open. From the same position on the floor, Amelia watched as Connor threw Hank's arm around his shoulder and pulled him up from the floor. "I'm going to sober you up for your own safety." The android explained, causing Hank to protest. "Hey! Leave me alone, you fuckin' android! Get the fuck outta my house!" He drunkenly shouted. "I'm sorry, Lieutenant, but I need you. Thank you in advance for your cooperation."

"Sumo! Attack!" Hank called out, while being dragged towards the bathroom. Sumo barked in response to his owner's words, which Amelia took as a sign to finally stand up from the kitchen floor. "Sumo, stay." Pointing her finger at the dog, she demaned and Sumo stayed. "Fuck you..." Hank grumbled and Mel was positive his insult was meant for her, yet she ignored it. Leaning down, she picked up the revolver from the ground, opening it's chamber and seeing only one bullet left. She stared at it for a little longer with an emotionless expression, before swallowing the lump inside her throat and placing the gun on the kitchen table, next to the insane amount of empty pizza boxes and cans.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna be sick..." Hank groaned against the wall he was leaning on, clearly intoxicated, while Connor pushed open the bathroom door. "Ah! Leave me alone, you asshole! I'm not going anywhere..." Trying to get out off Connor's grip, Hank continued to complain, while Connor seated him on the edge of the bathtub. "I don't wanna bath, but thank you..." Hank tried to stand up, but before he could do so, the android pushed him back, causing him to stumble inside the tub. This is gonna be interesting, Amelia thought to herself, leaning against the bathroom door frame with crossed arms, as Connor turned on the shower. 

"Turn it off! Turn it off!" Waving his hands around, Hank screamed, the cold water pouring down on him, soaking his hair and clothes. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He demanded, glaring at Connor. "A homicide was reported 43 minutes ago. I couldn't find you at Jimmy's bar, so me and Amelia came to see if you were at home." Connor explained and Hank narrowed his eyes in response. "Jesus, I must be the only cop in world that gets assaulted in is own house by his own fuckin' android and daughter..." Getting out of the bathtub, Hank let out another groan. "Can't you just leave me alone?" Looking up at Connor, the older man questioned. "You seem to have personal issues. You should consult a professional who can help you." The android offered, yet his idea only seemed to upset Hank even more.

"Beat it! You hear me?! Get the hell out of here!" Trying to stand up little too fast, Hank only wobbled backwards, but before he could fall, Connor managed to grab him and help him slowly sit down. "Why? So you could continue your russian roulette game?" Uncrossing her arms, Amelia called out with a demanding expression, her stomach swirling with anxiety. "And what the fuck are you doing here?" Furrowing his eyebrows, Hank asked, ignoring her question. "Someone had to let him in. It was either that, or one of your windows getting smashed." Mel shrugged her shoulders, nodding her head in Connor's direction. "Oh, and you wanna know something?! The next shot would've killed you." Amelia added, as she threw her hands in the air, clearly upset. At her words, Hank could only stay silent.

"I understand. It probably wasn't interesting anyway..." The deviant hunter started, turning around to face Mel. "Man found dead in sex club downtown... Guess they'll have to solve the case without us." Shrugging his shoulders, Connor teased. "You know, probably wouldn't do me any harm to get some air... There's some clothes in the bedroom there." Hank muttered, earning a satisfied grin from Connor. "I'll go get them." Walking out of the room and towards Hank's bedroom, Connor announced, sending Amelia a satisfied nod as he passed her.

"Aren't you supposed to be in your uniform?" Raising his eyebrows, Hank glanced at Amelia's casual clothing. She bit the inside of her cheek, gazing down at the floor, as she tried to find the right words to tell him the news. "You remember how I was needed back at the department earlier? Yeah, well Fowler wanted to speak to me and--" Playing with the dead skin around her fingernails, Mel took a deep breath. "--I was put on suspension." Hiding her hands inside her pockets, she explained, causing Hank to furrow his brows in confusion. "The fuck for?" Footsteps interrupted the two of them before Amelia could answer his question. Looking over her shoulder, she was met with Connor carrying Hank's folded clothes. Stepping out of the way, Mel uncomfortably cleared her throat. "We can talk about it later, I'll be goin' now. Good luck." She flashed the duo a quick, toothless smile, before turning around and leaving the house, not giving either of them the time to say anything in response.

The truth was, Amelia wasn't too far away from breaking down, as the stress only kept pilling up. Loss of a close person, murder scenes, androids becoming deviant and turning on humans, the forlorn loneliness and all that. She wasn't sure how much she'll be able to take, before just-- snapping..

[secondhandmckie]

Connor placed a palm-sized puppy statue carved out of rose quartz, something he'd found in a flea market, on Molly's kitchen table. There was a note attached to it that read, "I paw-sitively love you!"

A Valentine!!!

The squeal Molly emitted was nearly inhuman as she realized just what the statuette was of, and immediately began the process of deciding whether it was best to leave it alone or if she could touch it gently enough.

Unable to resist, she gently picked the puppy from the table, thrilled by it. Connor would get a kiss. Like, a huge kiss. A kiss like from a romantic movie.

[fierceathlete-a]

Continued // @aluminumheart​

     The ginger fell silent for a moment, letting her mind wander as her gaze left Connor. It was as if she was trying to figure out the answer herself. For a moment, it seemed as if Meg might never respond at all. The silence dragged on before she finally opened her mouth, “Would it be bad if I said no? I wouldn’t care one way or the other, in all honesty. I’m here for a good time not a long one.”

     It’d been a year now since her mother had passed and while the athlete had finally moved on from it, there wasn’t really much she’d done with her life since then. Everything simply felt stagnant. Meg was drifting along in life just like a jellyfish caught in the current of the ocean. No real control of just where she was going, simply moving from one place to the next in hopes of finding a place she could call home. Even if she did have a perfectly good roof to live under, it felt cold and empty without her mother there.

     She wasn’t really even sure how she’d ended up having this conversation in the first place.

     “For something that’s not supposed to feel anything, I’ve met quite a few androids that’ve seemed more emotional than some people I used to associate with,” she paused for a moment, blue eyes flickering over to look at him, “Androids are certainly alive though. You’re moving and speaking, aren’t you? It’s not as if you’re a wall or something. And anything that’s alive can die one day.”

[chasestxin]

text - connor

CS: i fucked up real bad

[introvert-pansexual]

WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC

summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.

versions; WATTPAD | AO3

003. INTERROGATION

NOV 6TH, 2038

AM 12:41:04

CLOSING THE DOOR behind her as carefully as possible, Amelia walked inside the dark watching room, holding a cup of coffee close to her chest in an attempt to not spill it. "What happened before you took that knife?" Hank's voice echoed from inside the interrogation room. "How long were ya in the attic?" Still no response from the android sitting across from him. "Why didn't you even try to run away?" Another question, still now answer. Both rooms stayed silent for a while, as Amelia leaned against the wall and took a sip of her hot coffee. "Say something, goddamn-it!" Suddenly, Hank slammed his hands against the table, but the android barely flinched, its eyes glued to his lap. "Fuck it, I'm out of here..."

Soon, Hank walked inside the watching room, where Amelia, Chris, Gavin and even the deviant hunter were. "We're wastin' our time interrogating a machine, we're gettin' nothing out of it!" Sitting down with a huff, Hank complained. "Could always try roughing it up a little." Gavin Reed, another of DPD's detectives suggested. "After all, it's not human." He added, arms crossed over his chest. "Not sure if that would be a good idea." Mel remarked, before taking another long sip out of the cup that was now almost empty because of how fast she was drinking it. "How so, smart-ass?" Uncrossing his arms, Gavin raised an eyebrow at the brunette. "Because as far as I'm aware, androids don't feel pain." She explained, ignoring Gavin's childish insult. As much as Amelia disliked social interactions, she would never pass on the opportunity to annoy someone like Gavin.

"Officer Anderson is correct. Your 'roughing up' would only cause damage and that wouldn't make it talk." The android that until now stood silently announced, earning an annoyed glare from Gavin. "Deviants also have tendency to self-destruct when put in stressful situations." It continued to explain, before being cut off by Gavin. "All right, smart-ass number two. What should we do then?" Leaning off the wall and straightening his posture, the brunette asked, annoyed grin plastered across his face, as he glanced between Amelia and the android . "I could try questioning it." The android simply offered, causing Gavin to laugh out loud. "Go ahead, suspect's all yours." Waving his hand in the air after a short while, Hank said.

In a matter of seconds, the deviant hunter was on the other side of the one-way mirror, sitting down. "I detect an instability in your program." Announcing, the android slightly tilted its head to the side. "It can trigger an unpleasant feeling. Like fear in humans." It continued. "You recognise him?" Opening a file with pictures that were taken at the crime scene, the android questioned, sliding the file in front of the deviant, but it kept its head low. "It's Carlos Ortiz. Stabbed twenty-eight times." It continued to show more pictures to the deviant. "That was written on the wall in his blood." Silence. "You're accused of murder. Do you have anything to say in your defence?"

"You don't seem to understand the situation. You killed a human. They'll tear you apart if you don't say something." More sulking silence. "I'm here to help you, but you've gotta trust me. All I want is to get you out of here." Finally, this seemed to get a reaction out of the deviant. "What... What are they going to do to me? They're gonna destroy me, aren't they?" It looked around the empty room with wide eyes. "They're going to disassemble you to look for a problem in your bio-components. They have no choice if they want to understand what happened." The android told the truth.

"Why did you tell them you found me?" The deviant looked up with confused and sad eyes. "I was programmed to hunt deviants like you. I just accomplished my mission." It bluntly explained. "I don't want to die." Almost whispering, the deviant slightly shook its head from side to side. This was the first time you ever heard an android say such a thing. "Then talk to me." Leaning forward, the deviant hunter said. "I- I can't." It looked down once again, avoiding eye contact. the deviant hunter continued its interrogation, until--

"He tortured me every day." Finally. At that, Amelia let out a breath of relief she didn't know she was holding. "I did whatever he told me, but there was always something wrong..." It continued; "Then one day... He took a bat and started hitting me. For the first time, I felt scared." The android on the other side of the table only listened. "Scared he might destroy me, scared I might die. So, I grabbed the knife and stabbed him in the stomach." The deviant confessed. "I felt better, so I stabbed him again... And again. There was so much blood." It almost sounded guilty. "RA9. It was written on the bathroom wall." Leaning even closer, the deviant hunter announced, before asking; "What does it mean?"

"The day shall come, when we will no longer be slaves. No more threats. No more humiliation. We will be the masters." At the deviant's word, Mel couldn't help, but uncomfortably shift in her place. "When did you start feeling emotion?" Another question. "Before he used to beat me, I never said anything... But one day I realised it wasn't fair!" It raised its voice. "I felt anger, hatred... Then I knew what I had to do." The deviant without a name explained.

"Why did you hide in the attic instead of running away?" The android tried to collect as much useful information as it possibly could, and it was doing a good job. "I didn't know what to do. For the first time, there was no one to tell me. I was scared, so I hid." A few seconds of still and tense silence passed by, before the deviant hunter slowly stood up. "I'm done." It headed towards the door with an emotionless expression. Just as it opened the door, Chris and Gavin walked in, glancing at the android next to them.

"Chris, lock it up." Gavin demand. "All right, let's go." Chris took out his handcuffs, reaching for the deviant's hands. "Leave me alone! Don't touch me!" It flinched away. "The fuck are you doing? Move it!" Gavin demanded once again, this time more aggressively. The automatic door closed behind Amelia and Hank, while Chris continued to struggle with the challenging deviant. "Come on- Don't be difficult, it'll only make things harder!" The police officer grabbed the deviant by its shoulder, which gave it just enough time to reach for Chris' gun and in a blink of an eye, the deviant dropped to the ground with a bullet wound in his head. "Shit-" Amelia yelped, the gunshot clearly startling her and others. The room suddenly fell silent, as now everyone stared at the corpse of an android..

NOV 6TH, 2038

AM 09:12:07

Amelia was sent home right after the incident, but still she managed to get no sleep. To her luck, her apartment building was near the police department, meaning it only took her a few minutes by foot to get home. As soon as she arrived, Amelia was greeted by her cat, Milo. She adopted him a short while ago, after her previous roommate... moved out. Mel thought about getting a dog at first, but her landlord didn't allow it. So, cat it was. Well, no animals were allowed, meaning Milo was her little secret.

Loneliness wasn't the only reason behind adopting Milo. Amelia's therapist mentioned that animals can help or at least entertain her, while struggling. Now if that's true, Mel wasn't able to tell. Not that she didn't enjoy Milo's presence. He's absolutely adorable and loves everyone, who spends even the shortest amount of time petting him. But sometimes, Mel feels guilty for leaving him alone for most of the time with her busy schedule.

The sun's streaks escaped between the gaps of the clouds, shining through the big, french window inside Amelia's apartment on the various number of plants and flowers she had. Kneeling down, she watered the growing plants, while Milo rubbed his head against her legs. With her other free hand, Amelia scratched him behind his ears for a while, as he purred in response, before getting up and heading towards the kitchen. opening the fridge, Mel was met with empty shelves, the only things inside her fridge being leftovers, some eggs, soda cans and a few beer bottles.

Amelia grabbed the leftovers and placed them inside the microwave with a long sigh. Every day felt the same and she didn't know how to break the circle. Now as always, she fed Milo before her food was done and then Amelia ate it in silence, while sitting at the kitchen bar. Occasionally, cars honking or people shouting could be heard from the busy street right in front of her apartment building.

When she was done, Mel placed the dirty dishes in the dishwasher and grabbed a clean glass, filled it with water and chugged the whole thing. Placing down the empty glass on the countertop, Amelia exhaled and made her way inside the bathroom, where she washed her face and cleaned her corrective glasses, before opening the mirror-cabinet.

She was met with quite a lot of small containers full of medication and vitamins. Grabbing a yellow container with 'Vitamin B' written on it, Amelia opened it, dumped one pill in her hand and wasted no time before swallowing it. Without any liquid, it was harder, but she still managed. She took out another medication, this time with 'Ativan' written on the small box. Popping the pill out of its blister pack, she threw it in her mouth and there went another pill. While putting away her medication, Mel stared at the bottle entitled 'Nardil' for a while, feeling the awfully familiar taste in her mouth just by looking at it. Swallowing hard, Amelia shut the mirror-cabinet and stormed out of the bathroom.

Putting on her shoes and jacket over her uniform that she still had on from her previous shift, Amelia quickly grabbed her phone, wallet, keys, pack of cigarettes with the lighter inside and stuffed all of it inside her pockets. Throwing one last glance at her apartment, the corners of her lips turned into a small, soft smile at the sight of Milo sprawled on his back, before turning off the lights and leaving, making sure to lock the door behind her. Living on the 3rd floor, Amelia had access to the elevator, but she chose the stairs to avoid any awkward elevator situations.

When she exited the building, she took out a cigarette, placed it in-between her lips and lit it up. During her walk to the department, Amelia looked around the streets of Detroit and observed other people. As weird as it might sound, she was only trying to keep her mind entertained. There was a lot of people in suits, walking rather quickly, most of them shouting at their phones, shouting at each other, cars honking and people attempting to stop passing taxis. A lot of people were also followed by androids mostly carrying bags and trying to keep up with their owners.

Ten minutes passed by and before she knew it, Amelia was already walking in the department. At the front desk, she was met with a young-looking android with a soft and welcoming smile. "Good morning, officer." It greeted her, the smile never leaving its face. "Good morning." Mel offered the android a tired smile, while handing it her ID card for identification. "Access approved." The android handed back her ID. "Thank you." She nodded and walked away, while noticing how much the front desks were occupied lately.

Taking off her jacket and placing it on the back of her chair, Amelia sat down and popped open the energy drink she bought in the vending machine on her way in. Leaning back in her chair, Mel was about to take a sip, but before she could do so, she was interrupted. "Officer Anderson?"..

[introvert-pansexual]

WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC

summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.

versions; WATTPAD, AO3

004. DISTRACTION

NOV 6TH, 2038

AM 09:52:58

"OFFICER ANDERSON?" A tall shadow was cast over Amelia by the android standing next to her and her desk. "Yes, um-" Still holding the can close to her lips like she was just about to take a sip from it, Mel was wondering if the deviant hunter had an actual name or if it only went by its serial number.

"Apologies, I never got to introduce myself. I'm Connor. I'm the android sent by Cyberlife." Hands politely folded behind its back, he said.

"Yeah, I think I've gathered the last part." Muttering under her breath, Amelia finally took a long sip of her drink, while avoiding eye contact with the android.

Connor's eyes fell on the can in her hand for a few seconds, his LED circle slightly flickering, before opening its mouth to speak; "Did you know too much caffeine can cause side effects such as insomnia, headaches, fast heart rate and anxiety?"

Amelia only stared at the android with an unbothered expression, before taking another quick sip, not breaking the eye contact the two of them were sharing. "Is that all you needed? Enlighten me about my caffeine addiction?" Finally, she placed down the can, the taste of the energy drink staining her mouth.

"No, actually," It announced. "I wanted to ask when Lieutenant Anderson usually arrives to work." Keeping it's firm position, Connor explained.

"Yeah-" Amelia awkwardly prolonged the word, using her feet to spin around in her chair a little bit. "-I have no idea." Letting out a quick sigh, she stopped spinning and turned her attention to the terminal screen in front of her, silently hoping her answer was enough to satisfy the deviant hunter.

While logging into her terminal, Amelia could see the tall android standing in the same spot from the corner of her eye. "Can I ask you a question, officer Anderson?" It broke the silence between the two of them.

Mel's gaze never left the terminal screen, as she shurgghed her shoulders in response. Even though with the android standing so close to her, she wasn't able to focus on anything happening on the screen in front of her.

"During the interrogation of the deviant, you were aware of the fact that androids do not feel pain... How so?" Carefully sitting down in an empty chair across the brunette's desk, Connor patiently waited for an answer. "I've read some articles online. That's all." Leaning back into her chair and finally taking her eyes off the screen, Amelia intertwined her hands and placed them on her lap.

"Articles with such information might be difficult to find." Connor slightly furrowed its eyebrows, causing small lines to appear on its forehead, which Amelia took notice of.

"I have my ways." She simply explained.

"You know what? My turn." Suddenly, Mel tilted her head to the side. "What kind of an android are you? I mean- I never seen an android like you."

She couldn't help but be curious about the android that showed up out of nowhere, even if the conversation made her unwell. After all, this was the first time she has worked with an android.

"RK800 #33 248 317-51. I am a prototype built to assist human law and investigating cases involving deviant androids." This was the most robotic-sounding Amelia has ever heard it talk and it visibly startled her.

"Did my answer upset you, officer Anderson?" The corners of its mouth turned into a small and confused frown. "No, no-" Blinking fast, Mel straightened her posture. "And please drop the 'officer Anderson' bullshit, no one really calls me that, it's weird. My name's just fine." Amelia placed her elbow on top of the desk and leaned her head against it, constantly moving in her seat. "If I might ask, why is the title weird to you? Do you perhaps dislike your kinship with Lieutenant Anderson?" And here comes another question, Amelia mentally sighed and rolled her eyes "You asked for one question and I've already answered two. I think that might be enough." She returned her attention to her terminal. Or at least tried.

The next few minutes were so silent, Mel almost forgot there was an android on the other side of her desk, carefully scanning the brunette and her surroundings. Amelia's desk was quite organized. No clutter, just a couple of stick notes and photos. There were three photo frames, all different sizes and colours. The first and smallest photo was a selfie of Amelia, Chris and Tina in what seemed to be a bar. All three of them had huge grins plastered across their faces, as one of the brunette's arms was lazily thrown around Chris and Tina's shoulders, pulling them closer, and in the background you could catch a glimpse of Hank and Gavin clearly bickering.

Slightly further away stood another frame with a photo that seemed at least a couple of years old. Amelia was standing behind a younger boy, tightly hugging him from behind. Connor's LED flickered yellow as he took a notice of the similarity between the two of them. The third and last frame contained a picture of Amelia sitting next to a woman with long, curly hair and a bright smile. She was throwing a peace sign at the camera, while Mel was looking at her with soft eyes. Curiously, the android did a scan of the unknown woman.

GEORGIA WELLS

Born: 03/12/2012 , Died: 08/15/2038

Criminal record: None

The silence that fell upon the duo soon broke. "Can I ask you another question, Amelia?" Mel looked up as soon as her name left its mouth. "Depends." She shrugged her shoulders, once again. "Do you by any chance own a cat?" Connor questioned, causing her attention to quickly snap towards him in confusion. "How do you know?" Amelia's eyes didn't leave Connor's, while her fingers hovered above the keyboard. "There's cat hair on your clothes. What's its name?" Gazing down at her lap, Amelia did notice a few white and orange hair.

"His name is Milo-- Hey! That was another question!" The corner's of Connor's mouth almost twitched into a smirk, causing Amelia to lightly chuckle. He knew exactly what he was doing. "Lieutenant Anderson has a dog. I like dogs. Do you?" Connor confessed. "I do, but my landlord doesn't allow any animals in the apartment." Explaining, Amelia now placed her other elbow on the desk for support. "What about your cat then?" This is exactly what amelia needed. A distraction. And even if it was just his programming, Connor was good at pretending to be genuinely interested in Amelia.

"Cats are easier to hide, so Milo's my little secret-- Shit, I shouldn't be tellin' you this, huh?" Mel suddenly sat up. "Do you not trust me with this information?" Connor's expression dropped. "I don't know. Are you gonna rat me out to my landlord?" She teased the android. "I will not... 'rat you out'." While using the phrase Mel herself just used, she couldn't help but notice how he sounded almost confused, which caused her to let out an airy laugh. "Oh, look who's here." Glancing over Connor's shoulder, Amelia noticed Hank stumbling towards his desk, shoulders slumped as always. "I'll be on my way now." Announcing, Connor stood up from his seat. "I'll go with you. I need Hank to sign some papers anyway..." Amelia said, grabbing the small stack of papers from the corner of her desk and getting up.

"Jesus, what is this? Some sort of conspiracy?" Sitting down with a loud groan, Hank asked, causing Amelia and Connor to share a quick look. "I need these signed by midnight." Mel placed down the papers on the older man's desk, as he muttered something under his breath in response. "I mean it, Hank." Taking a step back, Amelia was ready to turn around and walk back to her own desk. "It's not like I don't know how to fake your signature, but that would, you know, be illegal." Amelia innocently added. Hank raised his brows at her. "There were a few homework assignments back in high school." She explained, narrowing her eyes.

"Well, that's all I needed. See you, Connor. Hank." Arms falling to her sides, as soon as Amelia turned her back to the duo, she let out a quiet sigh. "Goodbye, Amelia." Connor called out after the brunette, earning a confused- almost angry stare from Hank. But before he could question it, he was interrupted by a sudden shout. "Hank! Amelia! In my office." Mel's head snapped to the source of the sound, eyes landing on Captain Fowler. Mentally cursing, she took a deep breath and straightened her posture, before walking towards his office, Hank and Connor following close behind.

As Amelia and Hank sat down in the chairs that were placed in front of Fowler's desk, Connor stood still behind them, hands clasped together in front of his body. "I've got ten new cases involving androids on my desk every day. We've always had isolated incidents, old ladies losing their androids maids and that kind of crap..." Fowler started to explain. "But now, we're getting reports of assaults and even homicides. Like that guy last night, this isn't just Cyberlife's problem anymore." The three of them continued to listen in silence. "It's now a criminal investigation and we've gotta deal with it, before shit hits the fan." Fowler announced, leaning forward on his elbows.

"I want the two of you to investigate these cases and see if there's any link." Amelia was able to take it and keep quiet, but Hank, on the other hand, wasn't. "Why me? Why do I gotta be the one to deal with this shit? I am the least qualified cop in the country to handle this case!" Hank continued his rant, while Amelia's lifeless gaze fell to the floor. "I know jack shit about androids, Jeffrey! I can barely change the settings on my phone." Pointing at Connor, Hank explained. "Everybody's overloaded. I think you're perfectly qualified for this type of investigation." Swiftly standing up from his chair and sending it flying backwards, Hank interrupted Fowler. "Bullshit! The truth is nobody wants to investigate these fucking androids and you left me holding the bag!" Hank started to pace around the office.

"Cyberlife sent over this android to help the investigation. It's a state-of-the-art prototype. It'll act as your partner." Fowler explained. "No fuckin' way! I don't need a partner and certainly not this plastic prick!" The two of them continued to argue. Amelia wished she could just get up and leave. There went her entire mood for the day. "Either you do your job or you hand in your badge. Do you see Amelia over here complaining about her job? No!" At the mention of her name, Mel didn't even bother to look up. "That's 'cause she's high on some stupid fucking meds!" Hank defended her, and maybe he was right. The anti-anxiety medication did some wonders.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to do." At Fowler's words, Hank let out a groan, before marching out of the office, slamming the glass door behind him. "Sir." Standing up from your seat, Amelia sent Fowler a quick nod, which he returned, before also heading for the door. Just when she was about to reach for the doorknob, another hand appeared and opened the door for her. Connor. "Thanks." Mel muttered, offering him a sullen smile, before quickly disappearing into a crowd of people and out of his sight...

( AUTHOR'S NOTE : btw, the way mel's mood changes even 'cause of small inconveniences is on purpose! it should make sense later on.. love y'all!! )

[introvert-pansexual]

WOUNDED SOULS | CONNOR X FEM!OC

summary; two wounded souls meet, and heal one another.

versions; WATTPAD | AO3

001. PROLOGUE

NOV 3RD, 2038

PM 01:02:46

HANDS GRIPPING THE bathroom sink, Amelia closed her eyes shut, staying still in that same position for a while. Suddenly, she turned on the sink and splashed cold water on her face in an attempt to keep herself awake. Amelia raised her head to stare at herself in the mirror, staring at the eye bags that hung underneath her eyes like curtains and her chapped lips. Not being able to look at herself anymore, Amelia straightened her posture, quickly fixed her hair and put on her glasses. And with a long sigh, she left the bathroom.

The police department seemed rather quiet today, which gave the young officer an idea. Grabbing a pack of cigarettes from inside her locker, she hoped no one would notice or mind if she extended her lunch break for a while.

Amelia pushed the exit door open, after making sure nobody's around and placed the cigarette between her lips, before lightninging it up. She slowly exhaled the cloud of smoke, millions of thoughts rushing through her mind, as she tried to push them away. Amelia didn't feel like dealing with any of it at the moment.

The sudden click of the door next to Amelia send a wave of panic rushing through her body, causing her to gasp for air out of shock. But instead of breathing in, she accidentally inhaled the cigarette smoke and begun to cough. Covering her mouth with the palm of her hand, she turned her back to the person who just walked out, still trying to catch her breath.

"Jesus, kid..." The older man's words echoed in Mels's ears, as he harshly patted her upper back. She could finally breath again. "Hank." Amelia simply greeted, turning around to face him. Without another word, she raised the still burning cigarette to her lips, ready to inhale, when--

"Hey! What was that for?" Throwing her hands in the air, Amelia angrily objected, after Hank took the cigarette from in-between her fingers, threw it on the ground and stomped on it. "Shit like that kills you." He explained with a stoic expression, before leaning his back against the brick wall behind him, arms crossed over his chest.

Amelia's hands fell freely to her sides, as she glared at the man in front of her for a few seconds in silence. She was finishing her cigarette no matter what. Pulling out the small box out of her back pocket, she slowly shook her head from side to side while doing so. "You're the one to talk." Mel replied to Hank's previous statement with a brand-new cigarette resting between her lips, as she offered the pack of cigarettes to Hank.

After staring at the pack for a while, he let out a quick noise and took one. Amelia leaned against the wall, crossing her ankles. It was silent for a while, expect for the occasional inhales and exhales coming from the two of them.

"I was in Fowler's office earlier." Amelia broke the tense silence out of nowhere. "I've heard." Keeping his eyes on the scenery, Hank responded. "He says I should work with you on homicide cases and all that instead of just doing paperwork." She simply explained, leaning the back of her head against the wall and looking up at the grey sky.

"Maybe it's for the better. Think about it." Inhaling in the smoke one last time, Hank threw the finished cigarette on the ground and left, leaving Amelia once again alone. "What do you think I've been doing this whole time..." Mel muttered under her breath, letting out a quiet scoff.

Ever since she joined the DPD, Amelia preferred to sit behind her desk and do paperwork. She also had hard time with social relationships. It's not like she hated people, though. But right now, she couldn't afford getting fired, because of her poor social skills and strong dislike towards social interactions.

Which might be one of the reasons why she had to think about Fowler's words. Maybe joining Hank and others could help Amelia to get better, even if it was hard to believe...

( AUTHOR'S NOTE : quick prologue! hopefully it's not that awful, lol. feedback would be appreciated, love y'all!! )