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Title: Meeting Points at 8pm
Character: Connor: DBH
A/n: Aha another fun Connor story i wrote at 3am, but i promise the Markus one is coming soon.

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In retrospect, maybe it would have been a smart idea to check on the loud thumping noise that came from upstairs. But, in your defense, you simply thought it was Hank stumbling around in his drunken haze.

Hank was easily the most stubborn drunk you’d ever met. Take his sober charming personality and double it, then you’ll get a vague picture of how delightful it is to look after him when he was inebriated. So, it came to no surprise that he was up and about even though you told him to go lie down.

You were down in his basement, currently putting all of the messy clothes that completely took over his house into the wash. You were Hank’s neighbor, and probably the closest thing he had to a friend.

The grump could deny all he wanted, but underneath his constant complaining that he didn’t need you hovering about him like his mother and insisting he could take care of himself. You knew he enjoyed your company.

That being said, it was Hank, and your companionship did little to help his drinking habits. After around the fifth lecture of what all that alcohol was doing to his liver, you decided to let him be. At the very least, you could make sure he didn’t end up killing himself and drank some water every now and then.

It wasn’t until you heard Sumo barking that you decided to investigate. Propping the laundry basket against your hip, you ascended the stairs.

“Hello?” You called out, noticing that Sumo was still going mad in the kitchen. “Hank?”

You made it about two steps into the kitchen before you saw a stranger lying on the floor, a broken window behind him and Sumo obscuring is your view.

In your shock, you dropped the laundry basket onto the floor, drawing the attention of both the dog and the man.

You placed your hand over your chest, a sigh of relief washing over you when you noticed that Sumo had calmed down, rubbing his head against the stranger’s outstretched hand. Sumo must have recognized him.

“Sorry about that,” You breathed, reaching down to pick up the basket. “I didn’t realize anyone had come in and you scared me is all.”

The man stood up, slightly cowering away from the St. Bernard.

“Oh, don’t worry about him,” You said with a smile, setting the basket on the cluttered kitchen table before reaching down to scratch the dog’s head affectionately. “Sumo’s a gentle giant, won’t do you any harm if he thinks you’re safe.”

You looked up to introduce yourself, but your attention was caught by the blue accents on his jacket and the glowing LED on his head.

“Wait a second,” You said, tilting your head to look at him better. “Are you the android I hear Hank complain about every day?”

“I’m Connor,” He introduced. “I’m an android sent by CyberLife to help Lieutenant Anderson solve the recent spike in deviant cases.”

“Sounds very official,” You mused before a realization hit you. “Wait, may I ask what you’re doing here and why you broke one of the windows?”

Connor turned around, as if forgetting his less than conventional way of making an entrance. “Oh yes, I had tried using the doorbell, but no one answered.”

“So,“ You drawled out, making a gesture to the window. “You just thought to break a window and hop on in?”

“More or less, yes,” He reasoned, before understanding your point. “It’s very urgent that I see Lieutenant Anderson, we’ve just been given a new case.”

The sudden sound of Hank throwing up from the bathroom made you cringe.

“Well, you certainly chose a pretty bad time. I came in to check on him like I usually do, and he was passed out on the floor, totally hammered.”

Connor looked around, noticing several empty liquor bottles. “I was aware the Lieutenant was a drinker, but I didn’t expect this.”

You laughed, sorting through the laundry basket until you retrieved some clean clothes for Hank. “He’s in the bathroom now, if you can figure out a way to sober him up, then he’s all yours,” You said, holding out the clothes to him. “He has some shirts in his closet as well.”

Connor looked down at the clothes before slowly taking them. “Thank you,” He paused, “It just occurred to me that I don’t know your name.”

“I’m (Y/n) (L/n),” You introduced, holding out your hand to him. “It’s nice to finally meet you.”

He adjusted the piles of clothes so he could shake your hand. “Finally?”

“Like I said, Hank complains about you almost every time I come over. Rattling on about how you follow him too much and the like.”

Connor looked down at the floor. “Oh.”

You smiled, giving him a small pat on the shoulder. “Don’t worry, Hank only really picks on the people he likes.”

Connor’s gaze met yours. “Hank must like a lot of people then.”

That got a real chuckle from you. “Nevermind that, you go take care of him and I’ll clean up the mess in here.”

Connor watched you walk away, a handful of questions lingering in the back of his mind before entering the bathroom.

It didn’t take very long for a muffled yell to emerge from inside.

“(Y/n)! How could you let this plastic fucker waltz right into my damn house!”

You snickered, feeling like it was decent payback for having to sift through his half-empty beer bottles and lord-only-knows-how-old takeaway boxes.

Connor entered the kitchen again moments later, poking around a few things before you noticed him.

“How’s our Lieutenant?”

“I shoved him under some cold water to sober him up, he’s getting dressed now.”

“So that’s what all the yelling was about,” You smiled, tying off the full trash bag before looking back at the window. “I don’t know what I’m going to do about this.”

“I apologize for breaking the window, at the time, it seemed like the only way to enter the home.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it,” You exhaled before looking around for a dustpan, of course, cleaning supplies were rare sightings in the Anderson house. “Guess I’ll have to make do.”

You knelt onto the floor, about to reach out to pick up the larger sections of glass before Connor’s hand stopped you.

You looked up and saw him kneeling in front of you, his hand wrapped firmly around your wrist. His gaze met yours and you raised a brow in question.

Software Instability

“Don’t do that, you could hurt yourself on the jagged edges,” Connor slowly released you. “I’ll take care of it.”

You silently watched him begin to pick up the glass, still slightly taken back by the series of events. “Here, at least let me give you something to put the pieces on.”

After grabbing a plate from one of the cabinets, you let him gather the glass while you finished cleaning off the table.

You noticed that Cole’s picture had been turned over and when you saw Hank enter the room, you quickly flipped it back. Knowing that was still a fresh wound for him.

“Well don’t you look dashing,” You remarked with a mischievous smile, noticing the way the old man slightly wobbled.

Hank grumbled and went to tell you off, but the sight of you holding out two Tylenol pills and a bottle of water shut him up pretty quick.

“Sumo, be a good dog for (Y/n),” He said to the dog before turning to you. “I won’t be too long, just make sure the house doesn’t burn down.”

You pressed your pointer and middle finger together and gave him a mock salute. “Whatever you say, boss.”

Hank smiled ever so slightly before he turned to Connor and huffed. “We’s better get a move on.”

Connor turned to you before he reached the door. “It was nice meeting you, (Y/n).”

You grinned. “You too, Connor. Make sure he doesn’t have too much fun.”

He nodded. “He’ll come back in one piece, I promise.”

You heard the car alarm go off outside, followed by a stream of loud curses, and you figured Hank probably smacked right into the car. “Good luck with that.”

You watched Connor close the door behind him, a smile forming on your face as Sumo nuzzled against your leg. You wondered what Hank had been fussing about, the android detective didn’t seem that bad at all.