I sigh softly at the person sitting on my doorstep. The man was obviously frightened beyond himself and fearful of what was happening. If I had to guess his purpose here, well, it wouldn't be that hard.

"What can I do for you?" I ask politely, stepping in front of the man. It was still pouring down rain unfortunately. I was soaked to the bone and cold throughout my entire body. If I could I would slip right on by and lock my door for the night. Dealing with people like him always took hours, depending on the damage done.

The man stood and stepped to the side, seemingly knowing I needed to get under the cover of my house. As I pass him I notice his hand held tightly against his stomach area. This was going to be a long night, it seemed. Beside his injury, it was rather easy to tell he was an android. His model was a very common one. He sported the same blonde hair, blue eyes, and LED that all of them did. The only difference? The panic I saw in his eyes.

It was astounding to see. After walking around Detroit for years accompanied by androids that feel nothing it sent shivers down my spine. The way his skin wrinkles around his eyes in anxiety. At this moment he looks more human than some humans do.

"Come on in, and tell me what biocomponent is damaged." I mutter quietly. The door stays open behind me as I knew it would, the deviant trailing me and closing the door when it was done. I had just flipped on the lamp to my right when the door closed. Darkness overtook the room for a moment before I could manage to get the lamp up and running. As soon as I did I moved into the kitchen.

The kitchen was small and normal looking, yet it held one of the darkest secrets I have ever kept. The man - the deviant - behind me was now part of that secret. When he didn't answer me I turn to look at him. He had stopped just inside the door, battling with himself. I let out a sigh as I slip off my wet jacket and set I to the side. Deviants fear just as much as humans do. It sometimes got annoying...

"Look, we don't have time to beat around the bush alright?" I reach down and pull of my shoes, throwing them to the side. My socks were the next things to be thrown away and into the dryer. I couldn't really do much about my clothes at the moment, not with the android behind me. "You can trust me. I have no reason to turn you in. My name is (Y/N) (L/N) , the fantasized helper of the Deviants. Now follow me and fill me in on your condition. Start with your name, please."

My speech was given to about every person who walked through that door. They were all scared, anxious, and slow to trust me. As I had come to learn, most of them had reasons. Androids were treated like dirt in this world, they were told they were terrible people and not alive over and over again. It lead to extreme self esteem issues when they finally got the courage to fight back.

I bend down without waiting for the deviant to do anything or say a word. He would speak eventually, that much I knew. As I waited I wiggle my finger into a small crack in a tile of my floor. With a little work it fit inside almost perfectly. I quickly pull up the cracked tile to reveal a small chain. I pull the chain and stand, wincing slightly at the loud noise my floor made as about five tiles were pulled up out of place. Underneath them was a perfectly shaped trap door. A small keyhole was located in the middle, in which I take the key from my necklace and unlock it easily. The door slid open with a little mechanical work just as I reattached the locket to my necklace.

My eyes rise to look at the deviant before I nod to the door. I wasn't joking around when I said he could trust me, this is usually what gets deviants to truly trust me. Of course this wasn't the main entrance. It was rather risky to open this thing every day of the week. No, instead this was but one of three exits scattered around my house. The main one I tended to use was in my shed. That one was situated with stairs that led down to the basement, but then again, my shed was outside in the pouring down rain. I didn't want to walk in that and this android could be in a world of trouble. Rain wouldn't help either of us.

"Ladies first." I say with a smirk, leaning against the open tile door. The deviant looks between me and the door before stepping forwards. Slowly he makes his way over to me and then sits down on the floor. He dangled his feet off of the side before dropping down into the basement. I wince at his actions, having failed to tell him of the ladder. I hoped that jump hadn't jarred his components more than they already had been.

I watch the android for a moment, smiling softly as he stands and steps inside. Even from this far away I could see the shock in his eyes. Every Deviant always had that same look. The next time he looked at me, well, it would be with admiration. I was sure of it.

I grab onto the latter tightly before reaching up with one hand. My hand grasps the chain tightly, pulling it down with a tug. The heavy thing slammed shut. The loud noise echoed throughout the house, bouncing off the walls of both the basement and my house above. I didn't stay around too long to look at it.

I slide down the ladder almost flawlessly. My feet land with a soft thud on the soil that made up the ground of this basement. When it had been built I didn't exactly have the luck of being able to move large amounts of wood or tile, that would draw far too much attention. So this is what we were left with.

The walls were covered with a thin sheet along with the ceiling. It worked to keep bugs and such out of the workspace, in fact, even the floor was covered in it as well. As you walked across it a popping sound could be heard from the plastic. On either side of the walls were large shelves filled from side to side with various biocomponents and bags of blue blood. They leaned against the wall, almost glowing in the dim light of a small lightbulb above it all.

In the middle of the room there were three tables. Each were metal and cleaned down to a T, as they had to be. Currently one was occupied by a deviant who had shut down during an operation. It had been there for meer hours, but I had been undecided on how to deal with this one. Either way I couldn't really stick on that right now. Instead I walk to an empty table and pull it out. The metal made a squeaking sound as it was pulled along the plastic, however, thankfully, it gave out and pulled to where I needed it. Afterwards I patted the top and looked up at the android. Of course his eyes were trained on his fallen comrade.

"His heart component was damaged badly. I unfortunately didn't have the materials laying around to fix it before he shut down." I speak softly, blunt yet caring. I knew this deviant needed help as soon as possible. Standing around aimlessly would get us no where, but I also knew shouting demands at him wouldn't work out well either.

"My name is Daniel." The android was suddenly speaking. His eyes hadn't lifted from the dead body yet he walked to the table and hopped on easily enough. "My... my stomach biocomponent has been punctured, and, well blue blood is leaking out at an extremely fast rate. I have about an hour before I shut down."

I offer a nod before walking to the shelf, pulling out a pump and two bags of blue blood before stepping towards Daniel once more. The bag was laid down on the metal table and began to take the form on the flat surface. However it wasn't my main concern at the moment.

"Sit up straight okay? I'll replace the biocomponent completely and then work on your plastic skin. I don't want to risk trying to fiddle with everything now, it could put you at risk." I explain to the android before pulling up his shirt. His skin was already a porcelain white, perfect and smooth until you got to the obvious bullet wound. Almost like it had been shot through metal it bent inwards. I could poke my finger in the hole almost perfectly.

With a few presses here or there a compartment opened up. The damaged component was pushed out of his skin, falling into my hands. I found myself wincing at the sudden freeze of the Android's body. Once again, his reaction was far too much like a human. There was no way in hell I could ever confuse the androids as dead or non-living.

But, then again, perhaps that's for another reason.

I quickly pop in the replacement component before pressing the compartment back into the Android's stomach. He had been lucky, truthfully. The exact model he had needed was sitting on my shelf in bulk. They were very common parts, easily broken yet easy to get your hands on. Most deviants that walk into this room were not quit so lucky.

"There, you should be stable now." I say with a small smile. It was nice to know that at least this long night wouldn't involve surgeries and stressful moments. When this specific Deviant had shown up hunched over I had assumed one of his 'veins' had been hit by the bullet. Changing the tubing of an Android was absolute hell. Something I never wanted to have to do, yet tell that to the monsters who shoot their own androids.

"Thank you (Y/N). I had heard stories about you but... I had my doubts. Thank you for proving them wrong." He reaches down and runs his hands over the gaping hole in his stomach. As I watch I see him wince slightly. Even for androids it was disconcerting to feel a hole in your stomach.

"Ah, that. I'll have to melt your plastic and put it back into place..." I sigh and run my hands through my hair before standing. I pad over to the shelves once more, pulling down a heating gun I had stolen from cyberlife and a box of plastic parts. Just hope the android didn't ask where the plastic came from... "Drink that blue blood as I get everything ready. I want you healthy and strong for tomorrow. I'd assume you've heard of Jericho?"

"Oh, uh, yes. Yes I have. Actually, I was planning on heading there as soon as I came to you." The android said hopefully. I could see his eyes light up just as everyone else's had. Their hope just seemed to keep me going. Day in and out, it just gave me hope for the future.

"That's good, That's good. I'll help you get there." I smile and pull a chair over to the table before sitting down. I lean down and raise the chair up slightly before picking up the heating gun. "It won't take long and you should be able to get there with ease. I've never been able to get too close to it, but there is a very safe way to get there I assure you."

"... Can I ask a personal question?" I snort at the words, looking up at the android. Too many times had I heard that. I would probably hear it a hundred more.

"Yes, Daniel, yes you can."

"Is it true you're half android?" I blink in surprise, a frown crossing my features.

"Where have you heard that?" I spoke softly. Of course I knew there would be rumors. Any human helping out a deviant will be questioned and distrusted, but this soon? I had only helped a handful of deviants... were they already suspecting?

"Androids talk about you. All of them know about the half android helping her brothers and sisters out of slavery." I chuckle at his words, shaking my head. My head drops for a moment as I scratch the sides of my mind for an answer. Soon enough I manage to pull one out of my own ass.

"Well, I can't say they are wrong."