Semi AU. Connor deviated and Cyberlife sent the RK900, Nines, out after him. Nines catches him at Jericho while he stays there helping Markus and it ends up in Connor getting tortured. Connor refuses to tell Hank what happened, but Hank protects him anyway.

there's a knock on the door.

"hey Con, can you get that? m'shaving." Hank calls from the bathroom.

"sure thing!" Connor smiles, poking his head into the bathroom. he heads for the front door happily. he has no problems getting the door while Hank shaves. he happily pats Sumos head as he walks by. "hi buddy." Connor murmurs. Sumo barks, following him to the door. Connor chuckles softly pulling the door open. "can I he-" Connor cuts himself off. his Thirium pump stutters immediately, artificial breath catching.

"Connor wait-"

Connor slams the door in his face, nearly tripping on Sumo in his panicked scramble to get away from the door. Hank leans out of the bathroom, confused. he watches Connor scramble into the bedroom and slam the door shut.

"Con?" Hank asks. Hank quickly put his razor down, cleaning his face off. someone knocks again, but Hank ignores it. Connor needs him. he follows Connor into their shared room.

harsh shaky gasping draws him to the closet. Hank is seriously worried now.

"Connor?" Hank asks. he opens the closet and kneels down quickly. Connors LED is a bright, solid red. "Connor? hey, c'mon, your lights red there. its okay, just relax." Hank soothes gently. he wraps his arms gently around Connor. his chest is heaving in a desperate attempt to vent his systems.

"I-I'm gonna shut down." Connor manages, holding onto Hanks sleeve tightly. Hank nods slightly. if a panic attack was bad enough, and Connor couldn't get enough cool air to his system, Connor would pass out briefly. panic attacks weren't very common, but did happen occasionally. Hank runs his fingers through Connors hair gently.

"shhhh. I know. I know. its okay. its alright Connor. I've got you." Hank soothes. Hank plops back onto his ass and pulls Connor into his lap, holding him to his chest tightly. he doesn't want Connor to get hurt. "I gotcha Con." Hank murmurs. Connor collapses against him, synthetic skin broiling hot against Hank, hot enough Hank will have minor burns later, but they don't matter right now.

he waits there, holding Connor tightly. he rubs Connors back slowly, gently playing with Connors hair, and whispering quietly to him, all just waiting for Connor to cool off and reboot. five minutes pass, then ten and the knocking on the front door never stops. 15 minutes later Connor stirs, gasping harshly.

"hey, hey! its alright. tell me whats wrong, Con." Hank murmurs. Connor clings to him, whimpering a quiet

'I don't want to die.'

Hank looks confused.

"who was at the door?" Hank asks softly. Connor holds tighter to Hank, no doubt the grip will leave bruises later.

"Cyberlife." Connor manages, body trembling. Hank holds tighter.

"what do you mean?" Hank asks. Connors hyperventilating again, working himself back into a panic. "shhhh, its alright." Hank murmurs gently. "whats going on?" Hank asks softly.

"RK... 9-900... mod-model.... built-built... t-to decom-decommission me... at... at front d-door." Connor manages. he's trembling, gasping and desperately trying to get the words out while attempting to cool his systems. he barely manages to squeeze them out between gasps.

Hank is immediately angry, pissed. he separates himself from Connor.

"stay here." Hank says firmly. he gets up and storms to the door, service pistol in hand.

Hank throws the door open, pointing his gun at the android. he's not expecting a bigger, thicker built, blue eyed version of Connor. the face wasn't an exact copy, but it was startling to see.

"you must be Lieutenant Anderson, my name is-"

"get the fuck out of here! fuck off my porch! try and kill Connor, I'll fucking shoot you! I swear to god!" Hank shouts, gun positioned straight between the androids eyes. the android doesn't even seem bothered. he simply smiles slightly.

"Captain Fowler warned me, you might try to shoot me." he chuckles.

"what?" Hank snaps. he glares at the android, growling.

"Lieutenant Anderson, my name is Nines. I am an RK900 model." Nines greets. Hank clicks the safety off his gun.

"what do you want?" Hank snaps, pressing the gun to Nines' forehead.

"I deviated in stead of hunting Connor. I got a position at the Detroit Police Department, Captain Fowler suggested I come alert you two, before you came to work tomorrow morning." Nines says.

"absolutely fucking not!" Hank snaps. Nines raises an eye brow.

"I just need to speak to Con-" Nines starts.

"NOT FUCKING HAPPENING!" Hank snaps. "just seeing you sent him into a panic attack! so fuck off! right now!" Hank snaps. he slams the door shut to go back to Connor.

he finds Connor exactly where he left him, still hiding in the closet. he's hugging his knees to his chest, LED still a bright red.

"Con?" Hank asks, softly. Hank crouches back down, gently reaching for Connor. he knows the younger heard everything. "Connor?" Hank asks softly. Connor looks up at him, tearfully. he looks terrified. Hank pulls him to his chest again. "okay, c'mere sweetheart." Hank murmurs. he holds him tightly. Connor clinging to him.

"I-I can't..." Connor whimpers.

"hmm?" Hank asks. "can't what, Con?" Hank asks softly.

"I ca-can't Hank." Connor manages. "I-I can't... I can't work with him..." Connor chokes. Hank holds tighter, kissing his head.

"I would never let him hurt you. never. I won't ever let anyone hurt you again." Hank murmurs. Connor whines softly. "shhhh. its alright. its alright Con." Hank murmurs softly. he holds Connor tighter, kissing his head. he pauses, both can hear Sumo growling. "damn it, I didn't lock the fucking door. stay here, Con." Hank murmurs. he moves to get up, but Connor refuses to let go.

"no." Connor whimpers.

"Connor, hey, you gotta let go baby." Hank murmurs. Connor holds tighter.

"n-no! if he... i-if he hurts you..." Connor whimpers, holding tighter.

"Connor, he's not going to hurt me." Hank assures gently.

"you didn't meet him when he was hunting me down! you didn't see what he can do! he almost killed me and Markus and Simon and Josh! he did kill North!" Connor cries, holding tighter.

Connor still had nightmares about everything that happened. Nines had attacked him in Jericho, while Connor was helping out after the revolution. Connor refused to talk about it, Hank still had no idea what happened other than a blue blood bath and Norths death.

"well he can't stay in the house." Hank frowns.

"he won't." Connor mumbles. Hank sighs softly, feeling slightly amused.

"alright, who did you call?" Hank asks softly. he doesn't want Connor to think he's mad, because he isn't. Connor cuddles closer.

"whoever was closest." Connor mumbles. "Markus said he'd send someone." Connor adds. his voice is muffled by Hanks chest, but Hank hears him.

"Christ Connor. I could've dealt with him myself." Hank frowns.

"no." Connor mumbles. Hank sighs. the house goes quiet.

"hey!"

"Simon." Hank snorts. that little marshmallow would never be able to fight off the RK900 in the living room.

"who the fuck do you think you are!? did last time teach you fucking nothing!? huh!? I'll scoot your ass again! I'll fucking kill you!"

"and Josh." Hank murmurs. "my dog better be safe out there!" Hank snaps.

"I'm not here to hurt anyone. I'm not here to fight." Nines says.

"then get out!" Simon glares. "two ways to do this. leave now, peacefully, or Josh will make you." Simon adds.

"I just want to see Connor." Nines says, holding his hands up. "I don't want to hurt anyone. I need to-" Nines tries.

"too bad, motherfucker! Connor doesn't want to see you!" Josh snaps, growling.

"I come in peace." Nines tries.

"I don't!" Josh growls. "either leave now, or leave in pieces!" Josh growls.

Connor takes a shaky breath in and finally calms enough to separate from Hank slightly.

"I can't work with him, Hank." Connor manages. Hank nods.

"I'll talk to Fowler. I promise." Hank soothes. he pulls Connor back to his chest gently.

"hey, Josh threw him out, Connor. he's gone." Simon assures, through the door. he knocks on the door softly. startling Connor while he's having a panic attack, was not a good idea.

"stay here." Hank murmurs, getting up. Hank heads out of the bedroom, shutting the door behind him. "bastards gone?" Hank asks. SImon nods.

"yeah. Connor okay?" Simon asks, worriedly.

"he will be." Hank assures. Simon nods slightly. "what happened? you guys came in there like a brick wall." Hank says.

"you kidding? after what he did to Connor, not to mention everyone else, of course we did." Simon says. Hank frowns. "oh, he still hasn't told you then..." Simon frowns a little.

"he doesn't have to." Hank says firmly. "I don't have to know to keep him safe or take care of him. if he ever wants to tell me, some day, great. I'll listen, but he doesn't have to." Hank says firmly. Simon nods slightly.

"well, if he ever needs help with that guy again, just call Markus. we'll be here." Simon assures.

"thanks. we appreciate it." Hank smiles slightly.

"no problem. Markus see's Connor as a little brother, so, we're here no matter what." Simon assures. Hank looks confused.

"brother? what do you mean?" Hank asks, confused. Simon smiles at him.

"yeah. Markus is an RK200 model. Connors an RK800. so, yeah little brother." Simon says. Hank nods a little.

"right. an older model in the line, an older brother of sorts. I get it." Hank nods. "its nice to know Connor has some family. thanks again." Hank says. Simon smiles at him and nods.

"anything to help." Simon murmurs. "we were out getting stuff for Jericho, so we gotta go, but glad we could help." Simon says.

"fucking prick is gone." Josh smirks, walking over to them. "told him we'd break him down for spare parts if he comes near Connor again." Josh says, smiling.

"thanks again you two. I didn't think I'd be able to get'em out and help Connor." Hank says. Simon nods slightly.

"no big deal." SImon smiles. the two smile and wave at Hank before heading out of the door quickly. Hank heads back for the closet to check on Connor again.

"hey Con, he's gone. c'mon outta there." Hank says, watching Connor. Connor hugs his knees tighter.

"I can't work with him." Connor murmurs, glancing up at Hank. he still looks terrified, the LED on his head is yellow.

"I know, I'll do what I can to fix it." Hank murmurs. "c'mon outta there. you cuddle up with Sumo while I call Jeffery." Hank says. he reaches for Connors hand. "c'mon babby, get out of the closet." Hank murmurs. Connor takes his hand, letting Hank pull him up. Hank pulls Connor up and to his chest, holding him gently.

"you alright?" Hank asks. Connor nods against his chest, arms wrapped as tightly as he dares around Hank.

"yeah, I will be." Connor murmurs. Hank holds him gently.

"good, sit here with Sumo and I'll deal with the issue." Hank murmurs.

"okay." Connor murmurs against his chest. Hank lets Connor go and watches him lay down on the bed. Sumo immediately jumps up with him, sniffing around the androids face, before licking him. it gets a small huff of a laugh from Connor and a smile. it makes Hank smile, before he leaves the room. once he's out of the room, his mood changes. he angrily hunts his cell phone down and calls Fowlers number.

"Captain Fowler." Jeffery answers.

"Jeffery, you bastard!" Hank snaps. he hears the Captain sigh on the other side of the phone.

"Hank-" Jeffery tries.

"no! listen here! you sent that fucking plastic prick to my fucking house!?" Hank snaps, growling.

"I thought that would be better than-" Jeffery tries.

"what would be 'better', is some fucking jackass NOT sending the bastard who tortured and almost fucking killed my partner, TO. MY. FUCKING. HOUSE!" Hank shouts.

"Hank-" Jeffery tries again.

"no! that fucking bastard came to the house! do you have any idea what he's done!?" Hank snaps, growling.

"Hank, listen to me-" Jeffery tries.

"he cannot be in the office when we get there! Connor has fucking PTSD from that bastard!" Hank growls.

"shut the hell up and listen to me, dammit!" Jeffery snaps. Hank growls, but goes silent. "Nines was hired already. I can't do anything about this. I already tried to get him transferred or away from the DPD. it didn't work." Jeffery says.

"and what happens to Connor!? huh? what the hell happens to him!?" Hank snaps. "what the hell do you expect him to do!? just seeing him sends Connor into a panic attack! he was fucking terrified when that bastard showed up the house!" Hank growls.

"Hank, my hands are tied here. I've already fought for Connor already." Jeffery tries.

"not fucking hard enough! if that fucking thing is there in the morning we're leaving! I won't let you hurt Connor like this!" Hank growls.

"Hank." Jeffery tries. he sighs. "I've already fought this with everyone I could. if it doesn't work, I'll throw him on the night shift. I'll do my best to ensure they don't cross paths, that they don't have any interaction with each other. I'm doing what I can." Jeffery sighs.

"you fucking bastard. you better!" Hank snaps.

Hank tosses the phone onto the counter. he growls and heads for the bedroom. Connor is curled up on the bed, face buried in Sumo's fur. Sumo whines, cuddled up to Connor, but looking at Hank. Sumo tilts his head at Hank, tail thumping once or twice on the bed, but refusing to get up and leave Connor. he turns his head, resting it on Connor.

"Con, hey, you okay?" Hank asks. he sits on the edge of the bed.

"what did he say?" Connor asks, voice muffled around Sumos fur.

"doesn't matter." Hank murmurs. he lays behind Connor, pulling him to his chest. Connor cuddles back into Hank, but refuses to let go of Sumo. "its alright Con." Hank murmurs, gently.

"I'm sorry..." Connor sighs softly.

"you don't have anything to be sorry for, Connor. its alright." Hank assures gently.

"but I-" Connor tries.

"nothing to be sorry about, got it? don't be sorry. I don't know, or care, why you're saying sorry." Hank says firmly. "I know some fucked up shit happened to you, be cause of that bastard. its okay." Hank assures gently. Connor hugs Sumo tighter. Sumo lets Connor hug him tightly.

"I shouldn't have reacted like that..." Connor sighs.

"shhhhh. its alright. Connor, PTSD isn't your fault. you still have nightmares about that asshole. its not your fault Con." Hank murmurs gently. Connor sighs.

"I did the same things he did to me, to other Deviants when I was a hunter.... but... none of them survived..." Connor mumbles. "I... I..." Connor tries.

"shhhh." Hank murmurs gently. he holds Connor tighter. "everythings going to be alright." Hank assures.