#unstablerk800

[hacker-codeq]

52 was trying to avoid Q as best as he could, while he also worked on a personal mission to fix things between them. Since he had 51's memories, he grew more attached to the agent than he liked to admit. His programming was already... corrupt, in his eyes. Hiding all that he has been doing from CyberLife and Amanda was not an easy feat, but he hoped that it'd be worth it, in the end.

"Agent Q?" He uttered the name as softly as he could. "May I talk to you for a few minutes?" He knew that his very voice was enough to make Q flee, but he was a little bit desperate. "Please", he added, "I need your help with something."

|| @unstablerk800

Random Ask || Always Accepting!

A habit had very easily formed where Q would turn and immediately find something to do on the other side of MI6 whenever he came across the android. Was it tanking his utility? Yes. Was it the only way to deal with what felt like a ghost walking around the office? Also yes.

"Q is... Fine." He pointed out a little awkwardly, eyes on the files in his hands as though they had suddenly become the most disorganised set of papers in his life. "If you would like some assistance then there is the intranet portal to submit requests and I'm sure someone would be available to help you in a bit..." Q glanced up, around the room, and paled when he realised they were alone in the blueprint room. "What do you want, 52?" And then he winced, as he often did when using the number, since he realised he sick he would feel if someone called him 17.

[hacker-codeq]

"No, no, please, no-"

Connor knew what to do. Theoretically. And he was actively doing that. His system analyzed the open wound, and he reacted immediately: he was trying to stop the bleeding with his hands while he simultaneously contacted the ambulance.

But the way Q's blood stuck to his hands. The way it smelled. It's warmth. It was his favourite human's life force - which rapidly escaped between his slender, artificial fingers. The fact, rising in his own subconscious like a dreaded storm cloud, that if Q lost too much blood, he would... he'd...

Several warnings flashed in his mind palace, and he ignored them as he tried to focus. Artificial tears flooded his eyes and blurred his vision.

"You can't die", the words came out as if he'd been suffocating. "Q, please- don't- please don't leave me-"

@unstablerk800

The day had been going so slowly that Q had elected to leave the office for the evening, Connor in tow, to find something more interesting to do. There had been more and more errors coming up in the android’s code that Q had no reason to report since he didn’t see how affection or having his own thoughts beyond just his programmed responses could do Connor any harm.

His first thought, as he managed to bring himself back from the verge of unconsciousness, was that he should have reported it; that he should have told CyberLife and done something about it so that Connor wouldn’t be suffering now. The distress on the android’s face was so different from the responses of those that worked in emergency medicine that Q had no doubt it was genuine.

For a few seconds, that awareness had muted the pain. Then he had tried to move and a whimper escape him as a searing hot tear seemed to break open in his side. Logically he knew the wound was a gunshot, a hole in his abdomen that was mainly an issue because of the blood seeping rapidly out.

“H-harder.” He instructed, his hand shakily on top of Connor’s. “… won’t hurt me…” he knew for a fact Connor could do more damage if he used his full strength but he could also apply pressure a lot better than a human could. He blinked hard, but his green eyes were dull, struggling to focus on more than the immediate second before and after each thought. “Connor..?”

[heretoboogie]

"How would you tell someone you love them?" Connor tilted his head curiously as he sat beside Campbell on the couch. @unstablerk800

Cam blinked out of his thoughts. "Uh- fam'ly? A friend, ye mean?" He frowned slightly, confused. "Or- romantically?"

[hacker-codeq]

[text] I require your immediate assistance. || @unstablerk800

Random Ask || Always Accepting!

[text] Coming.

[text] Is this actually you or is it an automatic system message?

[text] I have the emergency kit.

[cffidelityy]

"Is a lie a lie if everybody knows it's a lie?" || @unstablerk800

"I should think so," She says swiveling in her chair to turn towards him, a look of curiosity on her face. "Is there something you want to talk about? . . . You aren't usually one to lie Connor."

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[illbringthechaosmagic]

💓 Connor @unstablerk800

Send “💓” to listen to my muse’s heartbeat!

@unstablerk800

Wanda was quiet as she rested her head against Connor's chest, listening to the sound of his 'heartbeat'. To her, it didn't sound any different to that of a human heart, which she had told him multiple times, even if he didn't believe her. Gazing up at him, she smiled, a finger brushing over his cheek. "Everything alright there handsome?"

[mxrvelouscreations]

Tender touches - Kamski & Sixty @unstablerk800

@unstablerk800

9. taking mine’s face in their hands

The touch had been enough to distract Kamski's focus on his work, which was definitely saying something. He hadn't even realised how much time had passed until he felt the cool touch of Sixty's fingers on his cheeks, his gaze moving from computer screen to the android's brown eyes. "Mm sorry, did you say something sweetheart?" He asked, worried that perhaps he hadn't caught for the other had said, "I apologise, work seemed to have taken me away for some time. Were you in need of something?"

[mxrvelouscreations]

"It's alright, it's only a dream." || Sixty to Kamski @unstablerk800

@unstablerk800

Nightmares were never any fun, though Kamski could safely say they weren't something that affected him very often. When they did, however, it wasn't pleasant. He would be back to being a child, loud bangs and screaming surrounding him everywhere he went. He would awake to find himself in the fetal position, his body shaking. Only tonight was slightly different. Tonight, he had Sixty beside him in bed, his voice cutting through the noise as he slowly began to wake up. Peering up at him, he took a moment to catch his breath before whispering a soft 'thank you'.