Does anyone know any good fics where RK-900 is just super fucking protective of Connor? Not in a fluffy silly way, but in a ”no you can’t work on this case it’s too dangerous let me throw myself in front of a car” way.
Title: Stay Home
Pairing: Gavin Reed x RK-900
Relationship Level: Somewhat Close Coworkers/ Attraction on Gavin’s part/ Confusion on RK-900′s
Rating: Fluff
Summary: Gavin’s too sick to work but refuses to stay in bed despite RK-900′s insistence that he should. What’s an emotionally conflicted android to do?
Note: I call RK-900 Richard just because it’s beautiful.
“What are you? Some sort of idiot?”
RK-900 said nothing, merely turning away in response.
“Perhaps.”
Gavin almost missed him saying it. He was more certain that he had imagined it rather than the android actually saying it. The detective then turned where he was lying on his queen sized bed.
New fight. Different day. As always.
“What was that?” he demanded while trying to sound firm and tough.
Not that it mattered much to Richard. Attempting to threaten the android enforcer was more akin to using a pocket knife to intimidate a special forces operative. When his partner made no effort at verbal reply, Gavin sighed to himself.
I’m not -that- sick. Sure, I may have nearly passed out but that was just today. I know my limits, dammit. Not gonna let some stupid android dictate that…
Flicking his gaze back to RK-900, he was as the plastic dropped onto the bed, seating himself while leaning forward grimly with fingers interlaced. Gavin only spied him from where he was lying. It was strange. RK-900 just seemed like he was somewhere else.
A real rarity considering how keen Richard was about staying on task and in the moment. But here he seemed more keen on just escaping it. A pity that they couldn’t drink or smoke like humans could.
His grey eyes kept locked on his partner’s face. The delicate machinations that acted as muscle movement within Richard’s face tensed tightly around his jaw. As if clockwork, they gradually would loosen - if only to tighten again.
Damn, these guys really did think of everything… Gavin thought with a bit of growing ire as he ducked his head into his arm. He didn’t want his partner to catch wind of him staring. He might the wrong idea or… some shit.
“I have come to notice that I take…” RK-900 paused, search for the words in the cheap walls of his apartment, “I take a grand leave of my senses when it comes to you, Reed. That’s what makes a fool, isn’t it? Someone without sense.”
He spoke so matter-of-factly that it might have pissed the other off, yet there was a tinge off in it that Gavin had never heard before. He wished that he had Richard’s ability to rewind any conversation, maybe then he could have caught it. But for now it would only remain a mystery.
Pressing his elbows against his knees, Richard leaned forward with his glacial stare now facing the floor. His interlaced hands formed a bridge just in front of his mouth, perhaps to block his face further from his human’s unavoidable scrutiny. Honestly, it looked as if Richard himself wasn’t even sure what he was feeling.
Atleast that’s all Gavin could deduce from a few sneaking glances. RK-900 was enduring feelings that were irrational and that naturally provided a feeling of annoyance in him as much as it did his partner.
“Sooo what?” asked the other casually with a shrug, “I mean, it’s not like you to suddenly admit you aren’t perfect, RK-9.”
The backhanded comment created a disturbing rift inside both of them. It wasn’t what was needed to be said. But neither of them really knew what was.
The android obviously needed something.
And it was something only Gavin had.
But as for what that perplexing ‘something’ was…
A disgruntled sound escaped RK-900 as he suddenly pinched the bridge of his nose to ward away a migraine that would never come.
Of course, this had to be the very moment that Gavin fully peered out from over his arm to witness the apparent frustration in the entirety of his partner’s frame. The RK unit was obviously having some sort of mainframe crisis, but Gavin was hardly someone qualified to play cyber therapist.
So he did the next best thing.
And joked instead.
“Oh, so we have fake headaches now? Did they program that as some sort of new update or some shit?” he sassed, knowingly pushing his luck - which had fatefully chosen run out at the very moment.
When CyberLife boasted of the RK-900’s speed… he didn’t think the damn thing would move with the velocity equivalent to that of speeding bullet. His world blurred for just a moment as his body was hauled from the bed only to be slammed down with an unruly bounce against his mattress. Gavin’s mind didn’t even have a chance to form any words as he reopened his eyes to find Richard’s face barely millimeters away from his own.
The front tufts of their hair had even managed to suggestively intermingle together. All it would take would be a sneeze, twitch, or even a mild cough before-
Eyes. Up. Remember, no ogling the pretty plastic.
Gavin silently scolded himself after nearly having let his gaze trace over the android’s unfairly immaculate face. Perfect jawline and all. ….Dammit.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing, RK-9!? This is fucking assault, asshole! Or did you forget your rulebook at CyberLife? Know what, just get the hell away from-” Gavin felt his voice die in his throat at how intense those ice caps became, completely pinning him down with just a deadly stare.
His stomach did a flip flop as he swallowed dryly with regret. He couldn’t get a read on the android. Not a one. What the hell was that look about?
“Promise me that you’ll stay in tomorrow. No going to the office.”
Don’t talk to me all passive like when you look ready to strangle me, idiot! Gavin glowered back at him, though halfheartedly so as not to set the other off.
“Wha…? No. Fuck. No! And don’t look at me like that! I have a job to do, if you haven’t realized that yet, dumbass. And like hell if I’m letting you get the sole credit for taking this big case.”
RK-900’s eyes narrowed in response, surprising Gavin by closing the distance, pressing their foreheads together so that their eyelashes brushed. He was pushing hard which created discomfort against Gavin’s skull but he wasn’t about to be bullied by an oversized rent-a-cop - so he pushed right back in stubborn retaliation.
“You’re not going to work tomorrow!” Richard yelled at him with LED flashing red.
Gavin’s fists gripped hard to the sheets beneath him as he felt a terrible heat in every muscle of his neck from aggressively pushing back. He wasn’t sure how much more strain he could take considering his exhaustion, and what was worse was that Richard probably didn’t feel a damn thing as his stern expression never changed.
“What? Got somethin’ else to say to me, you fucking prick?! Go on then!” Gavin challenged heatedly before finally letting his shoulders collapse back into the bed with a glare, “Say what you really wanna say! We both know you’re just beating around the bush instead of just getting to the damn point like a real man! So just say it!”
He tensed as RK-900’s fist descended violently at the spot beside his head. Gavin’s eyes widened slightly as he slowly turned his head. White feathers had escaped into the air between them, dancing ridiculous in their slow descent. Richard... had demolished one of his pillows... and by the sound of it, perhaps his mattress as well.
Judging just on how deep his arm went, there was no question that he definitely took out the mattress.
There was no use in wondering what might have happened if that had been his throat or his skull. Or hell, his chest. Plow straight in for expedited cardiac arrest in no time.
He mentally shuddered. No. Now wasn’t the time to think of his untimely demise at the hands of a machine.
Gavin eventually gathered the courage to stare back at the android’s face. Remarkably, it wasn’t what he’d been expecting. He anticipated an angry, ruthless tyrant to be sitting overtop him right now with lifeless eyes. But somehow there was more in that face than there ever had been before. Richard’s face seemed to be in a hyperdrive of emotions.
It was as if he couldn’t just pick one.
Finally, exasperation seemed to have won out.
“I need you to stay home, Reed. Please. Just listen. At least this once.”
Even Gavin was surprised at how attentive he had suddenly become upon hearing such an exhausted plea.
“I can’t… I can’t function at optimal capacity when you can’t,” he admitted embarrassedly, unwilling to meet the other’s startled stare, “Do you understand what it is that I’m saying?”
Gavin opened his mouth but only left it open as the android’s words finally sunk in. The constant pampering and needling about his well being… His brain had spontaneously decided it would be a great moment to go down memory lane from all the events that occured that very day.
He revisited all the times RK-900 left the crime scene to check on him back in the car after he had passed out from his fever. He unwillingly remembered all the annoying detours the Richard had made in search of medicine. Hell, even soup.
Gavin visibly cringed remembering that one. Being spoon fed by his partner was definitely a new rockbottom for him. He could only pray that RK-900 didn’t save the data from that footage.
His eyes flicked toward the arm still embedded amongst the steel springs of his mattress. Fortunately he didn’t damage himself, but that wasn’t the priority here.
That hit wasn’t a threat… It was frustration. Frustration from an inability to communicate to someone as stubborn as himself.
“Stupid, stupid… robot…” Gavin groaned before taking the one good pillow left to bury his burning face behind it.
Richard had been mothering him all day and he had been too damn full of himself to notice.
“Reed…”
“You’re so damn annoying!!”
He wasn’t sure what face RK-900 was making but he was sure that it wasn’t a good one.
“Fine! You win, dammit. I’ll stay home tomorrow! ...Not gonna do shit. You hear me, toaster?!” he snapped from the side of the pillow, still hiding himself away, “So don’t even think of calling me even if your dumbass can’t figure something out! I’m taking a sick day! As in the whole damn day! All of it!”
Gavin felt the weight of his partner leave the bed, allowing him to breathe a quick sigh of relief as he caught a glimpse of the other finally moving to exit his bedroom.
“Good. I will be holding you to that. I’ve already informed the department of your decision to take sick leave,” Richard mentioned, halting just at the doorway with his hand against the edge, “By the way...”
The RK-900 turned with a terrifying smile that only a malicious tyrant could love. It sent indescribable shivers down Gavin’s spine that he immediately questioned his own sanity over.
“Should you decide to go back on your word… I’ll break both your legs.” He gave a playful slap of the doorframe, just enough to crack it as important testament to leave behind concerning his very real strength, “Have a wonderful evening, Reed. And do be sure to get well soon.”
Gavin waited until the door to his room was shut before choosing to properly breathe again, except this time it was in short panicked gasps.
D-Did he actually just… threaten to break my legs?!
AN: And then many sleep aids were taken that night. Poor Gav. XD But not really. Poor RK-900, am I right? ...Maybe. I don’t even really know. Well, this was my first attempt at writing these two! Hopefully you enjoyed it. Critiques are welcome!
They’re a really fun pairing to toy with when writing. I would just love to know if I do them justice. XD
