#dad!hank

[tidemoonchild]

Hills I will die on:

Hank McCoy is such dad material and no one can convince me otherwise! Like look at this man! Look at him and tell me he's not dad material! He gives so many dad vibes it's crazy he doesn't has his own kids by now!

[bakasara]

Connor and Nines running into each other buying a vegetable at the supermarket

[talesofsonicasura]

After watching Sonic the Hedgehog 2, don't worry I ain't going into any spoilers as this focuses on the first movie, I imagined this sorta of insanity.

What if the warp ring Long Claw threw glitched? Instead of Sonic ending up in Green Hills, at the last second it changed to someplace else. Where? Madness Combat's Nevada

Who is the first person our little precious bean runs into? Hank Motherfucking Wimbleton.

Animals, much less something Sonic, being something unheard of in Nevada so Hank becomes very curious about the pocket sized hedgehog. In short, the merc takes him in and Sonic's sweet innocence changes Hank. Yep, the man is on the path to being a disaster dad.

So Sonic ends up growing up around the crew, Deimos, Sanford, Doc and of course Hank. (Hank also acquired a dadbod. Not my art, belongs to @buttery-art hence the link.) Everything is fine until in the middle of Sonic's first official mission, Hank whose currently now a Mag, gets badly hurt. Thinking fast and desperately, the hedgehog throws a Warp Ring with only one thought in mind, someplace safe. Destination? The small town of Green Hills.

Hank is very badly injured so him recovering is gonna take a lot longer without Doc there and Sonic's medical knowledge being limited. So the hedgehog steals medical supplies and essentials to keep both of them alive. This goes on for about a year with Hank nearly fully healed. Then the events of the first movie kick in.

Now Tom has to deal with a hedgehog more traumatized and battle ready alongside his equally traumatized but more violent grunt mentor. The sheriff needs a serious break while these two Nevadans need severe therapy.

If anyone wants to take a spin at this, go ahead! I love to see what people can come up with!

Right now I have major writer's block hence the lack of updates but I hope I can update soon! Until next time folks! Live and Learn as you thrive in the madness.

(Edits will be added when I think of something to add. This is to help those who want to try utilizing this idea.)

Edit: Doc, Sanford, Hank and Deimos each have a Warp Ring given by Sonic. These are meant to be used for an emergency return to base.

Reason Sonic didn't take Hank back to base with the Warp Ring cause said base had been compromised. Everyone had to split up so the A.A.H.W couldn't get them all with Sonic going alongside his mentor Hank. The plan was to regroup and stay on the downlow.

Sonic hasn't returned to the Madcomverse cause one, Hank being at 100% boosts their chance at survival if they do return since the risk of being attacked/ambushed is high. Two, Sonic doesn't how to program his Warp Ring to the Nevada he wants to go. He knows the basics of using the rings but not enough for a situation like this.

Also, Sonic has seen Hank die a few times but even he's worried that the next time could be permanent despite Doc being capable of bringing him back.

Edit 2: Sonic still spies on the people of Green Hills like in the movie. At first, it's to check the people's schedule so he can steal stuff him and Hank needs without getting spotted. Later on, he does because he's very curious about everyone's carefree lifestyle.

There are no kids in Nevada and from what I can assume, the place was already insane since the Sheriff is actually a warlord who just calls himself that. (Guess the place was already apocalyptic before the Improbability Drive made everything even more mad.)

So Sonic never really experienced a peaceful or even normal childhood and is understandably jealous. (The whole crew tried very hard to at least give him some semblance.)

The hedgehog hasn't killed anyone either. A first kill is very hard and life changing for everyone. Thus someone has to be there for him when the time unfortunately comes. But again, the crew tried to keep him from doing that as long as they can, even Hank. The infamous Grunt is still an asshole but Sonic's presence chilled him out some and is a bit softer, mainly around his blue blurred apprentice.

[missblushyrose]

Connor: Hank, do you see me as a son?

Hank: No.

Connor (tearing up):

Hank (slams down an adoption form): Not yet, legally. Sign this shit.

[jamrockshuffles]

Deviated Paths: Jericho part 3

I apologize for this chapter taking so long, it was a surprisingly difficult one for me to write and I had some irl stuff going on this week. I also have the outlines for the rest of the story and unless anything changes it should be 5 chapters. Anyway, here's the chapter, hope you guys like it!

Also, Hank gets his one alotted fuck.

previous: 1 2

The past two weeks had been hard for Connor. He spent most days inside trying to process what happened to him while Hank went to work. Things seemed to be moving on in the world, and going back to an uneasy ‘normal.’ News had slowly stopped covering the Jericho raid when they learned that there wasn’t much to report on. Not much happened, and what information that could be learned was wrapped up in so much red tape that it made their heads spin.

It seemed like Connor’s warning had been helpful. Most of the androids had escaped, Hank told him a few days after the incident. Connor was conflicted about this. He was glad that he could help those who were just trying to survive, but it made him uneasy that Markus was still out there. He knew logically that Markus needed to survive through this, but his emotions dealing with the deviant leader were muddy at best.

Connor didn’t lie to Hank when he said that he understood the basic motives behind Markus’s actions, but it was different looking at it from an outsider’s perspective and living through it.

Connor was watching the news when Hank came in the house. There were heavy footsteps shuffling through the front entry to the living room where Connor was sitting on the couch. Hank looked at the android, noticing that he was still wearing his beanie. Connor had worn it since the first time he woke up on Hank’s couch as a comfort item of sorts. It made it easier to process everything if he wasn’t constantly reminded of his LED. Connor was sure it would be cycling red these days if it was still there.

Hank seemed distressed. Connor wanted to scan him to check, but he picked up that it made Hank uncomfortable when he was scanned randomly. Instead, Connor took the more ‘human’ approach. “How was your day?” Connor asked Hank, as the man sat down on the couch next to Connor. Connor pulled his knees up to his chest and sat his head on top of them.

“Same shit, different day,” Hank sighed. He flipped the tv from the news to a rerun of the previous night’s basketball game. He then turned down the volume and turned to Connor. “The FBI’s on our asses right now about the deviant ‘problem.’ They know just as much as we know right now, and it makes them frustrated.” Connor thought for a moment.

“Hank, why are you still working on the deviant case? You have me here, and I’m deviant, so isn’t it against your best interest to be on the case? You could get in a lot of trouble for housing me from the police.” Hank frowned. “Oh Con, I don’t really want to work the case. It’s just the best way to stay in the loop on developing information though, and I can keep you safer this way,” Hank put his warm hand on Connor’s shoulder, “yeah, I’m a bit worried about them finding out about you being here, but so far nobody’s spotted you and Cyberlife hasn’t contacted the police about your disappearance either. Speaking of Cyberlife, have they tried to contact you at all?”

Connor shook his head no. It confused him that Cyberlife hadn’t tried to get in touch with him for two weeks. Granted, he didn’t want them to but it was weird that they wouldn’t at least try to. Also, nobody had tried to contact him for two weeks. Nobody from Jericho came by, nor did anybody from the police station. It was radio silence. The android was concerned by this, as Cyberlife used to require him to report in every 3 hours and upload the important memories from that time period. The last time he forgot to check in, Amanda had personally visited him in his internal zen garden. That seemed like so long ago, even though it had only been about a month ago. Connor hadn’t been activated that long ago, so he supposed it was a long time ago to him.

“Well, that’s probably better that they don’t try to. I wouldn’t imagine how they would react if they found out that you were a deviant.” It wouldn’t be pretty, that’s for sure. Hank knew that they would want to ‘deactivate’ Connor and probably replace him like they had done previously. Though, this time, they wouldn’t upload his memories most likely. The Connor that he knew, the Connor that he considered a son, would cease to exist. That thought frightened Hank more than he’d like to admit.

Hank seemed to become less stressed with knowing that nobody had tried to contact Connor. Since Connor had come to live with him, Hank had found himself drinking a lot less than he used to. In the past two weeks, he had only drunk a little bit each night to try to stave off withdrawal that he knew would hit if he stopped cold turkey. Connor monitored his drinking though and made sure that he didn’t drink more than one drink a night. It was still rough, but he wanted to be there for Connor in ways that he couldn’t if he was drunk. After grabbing dinner that Connor had made for Hank (the lieutenant wasn’t sure where Connor had learned to cook, as he was pretty sure that Cyberlife hadn’t programmed him to be able to) and his one drink, he settled down on the couch again with Connor. The two men sat in comfortable silence, watching some movie from the early 2000s for the rest of the night.

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“There is no way in hell that I’m doing that!” Hank yells at Fowler, the man sitting behind his desk with an irritated look on his face.

“You will do this Hank. The FBI is pushing this as a quick solution to the deviancy problem seeing as no other leads have been found, and they have no clue where Markus and the rest of the deviants are.” Fowler glared at the man in front of him. Hank had once been the best detective on the force, but in recent years he was but little of a shell of his previous self. He had tried to understand when Hank’s son had been taken from him, but it had gone on long enough.

“You’re talking about rounding up and killing all of the androids, regardless if they’re deviant or not.” Hank’s hands were balled into fists. He knew the FBI would do anything to track down the deviants and smooth over the public’s fears, but this was talking about the extermination of an entire group of people. It was heinous and inexcusable. They would round them all up, even his own son, and kill them. Government sanctioned murder with the help of the one and only Cyberlife.

“They aren’t people Hank, you can’t kill them. They’re just machines, and this is essentially a recall by Cyberlife. They’ll dismantle the models, figure out what the bug was, and then start production again. The FBI will leave us alone again, and then things will go back to normal once the panic calms down. Cyberlife has issued their recall, and the police will be going house to house to collect any androids that are present. Those are our orders, and you are going to follow them.”

Hank’s heart almost stopped. They’re going door-to-door? He knew that people would just hand over their androids, the panic of deviancy and threat of legal action too great to try to hide them. This also meant that he would be visited as well. Connor wasn’t safe at his house anymore, and like hell, he was going to send him into the hornet's nest of Jericho or let Cyberlife get their hands on him again. Hank had to leave with Connor, and quickly before they blocked off areas to search.

“Fuck your orders,” Hank slammed his badge down on the desk, “and tell Perkins to go shove this up his ass while you’re at it. I’m not helping you hunt them down like feral dogs. I quit.” He promptly turns and walks briskly out of the office and out of the police station. He didn’t have time to deal with their shit, he had to protect his son.

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Hank had messaged Connor as soon as he got in his car. He didn’t explain much but told the android to start packing essentials only. When Hank pulled into the driveway and went inside, Connor was almost done. He had a go bag packed for Hank that had about a week's worth of clothes, his medication, toiletries, and wallet. He also had a bag packed with some food for Hank, a lighter, and blankets. Connor had also put the bag of dog food near the door and Sumo’s water and food dishes next to it.

“Wow, that’s amazing Connor. That was quick,” Hank marveled. It was only a ten-minute drive from the precinct to his house, but Connor had managed to pack all of this that quickly?

Connor’s cheeks turned a light blue from the praise. “I had predicted that we would need to leave eventually, so I had some of the stuff packed already,” Connor admitted to Hank. It was smart thinking, but Hank felt a bit guilty that Connor had to deal with this on his own. He should have tried to prepare more beforehand, but that was in the past now. What mattered was getting Connor somewhere safe.

“C’ mon, load Sumo’s stuff in the car and get in. I’ll explain what’s going on then.” With that, Connor grabbed Sumo’s stuff and the bag of food. Hank leashed Sumo up, pausing in the kitchen to grab Cole’s picture before heading out. He turned back to look at his house, bidding it and the memories in it a temporary goodbye. He promised that when this was all sorted out, they’d be back.

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Hank picked an abandoned house on the edge of town. It would be better to leave Detroit altogether, but they weren’t prepared to do that at the moment. So, they would stay there for a few days while Hank and Connor planned what to do next. When Hank had told Connor what was happening with the police, he was distraught. They were planning on killing all of them. Connor moved the stuff inside of the house while Hank hid the car inside of the abandoned garage. It wasn’t the best place to stay, but it was relatively well maintained and Connor only predicted a 3% chance of the house giving out while they were there as long as they stuck to the first floor.

It was nightfall by the time the pair was settled in. Connor had set up a makeshift cot for Hank. He wished that he could make a better bed for him, but it was the best that he could do with what was given to him. They were both sitting on the pallet, Hank eating a can of chicken soup that Connor had warmed up for him. Sumo laid across their feet. It was quiet, the slight draft from the window coming into the living room where they were.

That was until there was a long creak as the front door was opened. “What the hell?” Hank turned to Connor. Connor had made sure to lock the front door. The question of what happened was quickly answered as none other than Markus walked into the living room. Hank jumped to his feet. “What the hell do you think you’re doing here?”

[pinxku22]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Super Virus chapter 10

Charecters: Connor, Hank, Markus, North, Simon,Josh, Gavin Reed, Chris Millers, Jeffery Fowler. Others

Relationships: Hank and Connor (Father-son Realtionship) Markus/Connor

Summary:

Tuesday 3 PM

  Connor wakes up with a gasp. A Quik glanze around the room tells him that he's in Jericho's hospital wing...again.  

His head was pounding and dizzy and his Body still itching. Was this what hangovers felt like? How did Hank live with hangovers for years?? Why would he voluntarily get himself feel like this for years????? This was so uncomfortable.But talking about Hank where was the man? How did he even get here?  

He tries to recall what happened but the dizziness keeps him from succeeding.

Connor tries to move. To get up ,but he soon realizes that he can't. Hes strapped to the bed. Why? This makes him panic. He doesnt like being strapped. He needs to be able to move. Connor starts tugging the straps. It doesnt work. He huffs in irratation.

"Connor you're awake! How are you feeling?" Soft voices comes from Connor's left startleing him.

[missblushyrose]

Connor: I am a state-of-the-art prototype. I do not need-

Hank (handing him a sheet of bubble wrap):

Connor (popping the bubbles excitedly, sobbing): WHAT IS THIS WONDERFUL INVENTION?

[missblushyrose]

Hank: Hey, Connor!

Connor: Yes, Hank?

Hank (lifts a finger and suddenly boops him on the nose): Boop.

Connor: ???

Connor (processing...):

Connor: !!! (*≧∀≦*)

Hank: Haha. You're too fucking pure, son.