Fucking friday- fic preview 2
@sweeteatercat asked for what I had so here's yet another DBH one-shot I'm working on
complicated hankconvin, angst and draaaaaamaaa
A lot can change in a near decade.
Androids, for instance. They went from cell phones to sentient beings with rights in half that time. Case and point, the heavy influx of android officers post revolution and the reinstatement of one specific RK800 to the police force.
Hank Anderson is another example. He has gone from, top of the academy, number one father and husband, to disgraced, angry, grieving father with a disciplinary record as thick as his dick.
Then there's Gavin. Gavin who’s never been the same since Toni.
The world changed, but he just didn't. Couldn't. He felt halted in place by that one specific, traumatizing moment in time. His skin sure didn't forget the event, how could he expect his mind to?
Now, It's 2040. The Robot Revolution that started in Detroit and shook the world has started to balance back out. Things are different, some good, some bad. And that includes life at the DPD.
In terms of androids and Hank, they are great. Too phcking great for Gavin’s preference. The star pupil and mentor duo are all just about married at this phcking point. The plastic replacement is even living with Hank and Sumo. Where Gavin wants to be. And it hurts so bad that Gavin has missed every one of his chances with Hank.
Connor makes Hank laugh at something, so loud Gavin can hear it all the way across the bullpen. It fills Gavin’s throat with bile spurred on by his irrevocable jealousy. Connor wasn't even human, and yet Hank has gone from Connor’s biggest threat to his biggest obsessor.
So much for still blaming them for killing Cole…
Gavin’s gotta get out of here. He can't watch them anymore. He needs air.
“Going to smoke,” he says to Tina who barely even acknowledges him, nose deep in her phone swiping through Tinder. Gavin wishes he could trust casual sex enough to use the app. But not after Toni, Jason, and Eric.
Never again.
-
His hands are shaking so hard he drops his lighter three times onto the half frozen surface of the smokers patio. He phcking hates today. Hates Anderson. Hates his plastic replacement. Hates that he will never be good enough for anybody again… Hates that he’s so ruined.
He’s three pulls into his third cigarette when his fist comes in contact with the bricked pillar. Pain shoots through his split knuckles and radiates up his dominant arm into his shoulder. It still doesn't hurt as much as being alone does. Having nothing and no one. He’s old (37), he's damaged, (seuxally truamatized beyond repair), no one wants him (why would they?) Not in the way he wants them. Ever.
All that’s left for him is a lifetime on this endless, repetitive cycle. Forever.
Something drops and splashes behind him. It takes him a moment to check back in and realize who and what it was.
The what, was coffee. Rapidly cooling and soaking into the bottom of his pant leg.
The who was Connor, Anderson’s new phcking soulmate, who stands there with his dumb mouth open wide enough to catch flies. His eyes are on Gavin’s hand, which now that Gavin looks at it he can see it’s bleeding. Alot.
The overwhelming feeling of being caught sends Gavin’s defenses reeling.
“PHCKING WHAT?”
Gavin watches as Connor shows fear for the first time ever. Good. leave me the phck alone.
“I-I…” Connor said, looking at the empty styrofoam cup and reaching to pick it up. He doesn't look at Gavin’s hand again, but he finds Gavin’s eyes and that's worse. “Detective…”
“The phck are you doing out here Connor?”
His LED flashes yellow.
“I...I was bringing you a coffee.”
Gavin scoffs. Yeah fucking right.
“Why?”
“A peace offering.”
A peace offering?!
“For what? Am I not leaving you alone enough?"
“Yes. Well, I suppose that's the root of the problem. I don't, want you to ignore me.”
Was Connor joking? Did Gavin fall and hit his head?
“You want me to go back to picking on you?”
“No. I just- a fresh start? For the both of us. Maybe? We are coworkers now and I think it-”
Gavin’s disbelieving scoff is mean.
“No thanks. I’m not really looking for any friends.”
Connor looks genuinely upset by the rejection and Gavin doesn't know what the phck he exspects. What the hell would they even have in common? Except for a hard on for Hank.
“Very well. Can I get you something for your hand Detective? It's still bleeding.”
“Get the phck out of here Connor.”
-
When Gavin comes back from the bathroom he can feel Connor’s eyes on him. He ignores him. He doesn't understand why the android suddenly cares. No one has cared about or even paid attention to Gavin Reed in a very long time.
-
“Hank I have to tell you something.”
Connors' tone has Hank's eyes widening in fear.
“Oh, okay shit, is everything alright?”
Connor's LED flicks between red and yellow.
“I- don't know. I think I witnessed something I feel compelled to report. But I’m worried about betraying this person's confidence.”
“Uh, okay, well, um, is someone else’s life in danger because of this… event?”
“No.”
“Is this person a danger to themselves?”
“The potential for that… is high.”
“Shit… It's someone here?”
“...Yes.”
“Do I know them?”
Connor laughs ironically.
“Yes.”
Hank’s quiet for a moment and then,
“...Shit.”
Connor’s LED is a steady pulsing red.
when Hank’s trained detective eyes land on Gavin who had just sat back down from the bathroom, Hank stands and sighs.
“I’ll handle it.” Hank promises.
