A/N:
I'm so so so sorry for the break I've had. I'm a terrible author ik I'm sorry. But I'm back hopefully maybe possibly yeah.

This part's gonna be longer to compenstate.

I've been on holiday and there was no WiFi so rip

If you wanna know more about it then read my "Dear Wattpad" Public diary thing. It's lit 🔥

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"Y/N! Come on let's talk!" Sid's voice slowly fades away as you walk out of your back garden and start making your way to Hank's house.

A drop of rain lands on your hood, patting your head. Then another. Then another. You stuff your hands into the pockets of your hoodie and pick up pace as a quiet crash of thunder rings out in the distance and the rain picks up pace.

Hank's house isn't too far away, you should be there soon.

You approach the lake. Or is it a river? You can't tell. The lake (Or river) where you found Connor. Your eyes are drawn to the bank where Connor was laid, shot up and broken. The water dances under the droplets. You remember rebooting the mysterious android and accidentally erasing his memory.

The rain still pouring, you walk towards the bank where he was and stand in the exact spot he laid. You look down into the murky water, your reflection distorts and twists as the rain causes waves in it. You sigh and then walk towards the bridge, walking over it and speed walking the rest of the way to Hanks home.

You see the house dead ahead and walk towards it. You're soaked. You don't know what time it is. Perhaps you should have stayed home? Maybe he's sleeping.

You ignore your inner monologue and walk up to the door before landing a knock on it. Nobody answers. You knock again. You wait for a moment and then hear a key turning in the door. It opens and you look up to meet your eyes with a pair of brown ones. Connor.

"Y/N?" Connor asks in disbelief.

"Hi Connor." You say, shaking slightly.

"What are you doing here? It's 12:50, it's raining." Connor says, as if the rain wasn't soaking you.

You just look up at him, hugging your arms to your chest at a desperate last attempt to not freeze to death. Connor opens the door and gestures for you to enter. You do.

The house is cold, but not as cold as outside. Heavy snoring is coming from the living room. Must be Hank.

"What are you doing here?" Connor asks again. You take a deep breath, just wanting to forget it.

"This guy is at my house kicking off so I came here to get away from him..." You tell the Android.

Connor looks at you with concern. "What? Are you okay?"

"Of course! Yeah, yeah I'm fine." You say. "Just cold."

"Would you like me to go and check on your home?" Connor offers.

Sid is extremely anti-android. If he is still there, seeing Connor would only make it worse. You shake your head in response to Connors question.

Lazily, Sumo waddles up to you from the living room and barks once. You smile, squatting down in front of him and ruffling his ears. Sumo's tale wags happily and Connor smiles as he looks down at you.

"Would you like to stay here for the night? Lieutenant is on the couch, you can take his bed." Connor offers.

As much as you'd hate sleeping in another man's bed, when you open your mouth to politely decline, an exhausted yawn makes its way out, answering Connors question.

Connor chuckles sweetly.

"Follow me." He says with a smile.

"My clothes are wet." You tell him as you stand up and Sumo sniffs your legs. The fabric of your clothes are sticking uncomfortably to your skin and chafing everywhere you don't want to be chafed.

"Don't worry about it." Connor begins to walk to Hanks bedroom. Nervously, you follow the android in. The room isn't the cleanest of all and has a funny, faint smell of sweat about it. "Sorry about the mess." Connor apologises. "If I knew you were coming, I would've cleaned."

"You act a lot like a house android you know? When you're not on duty it's like your whole purpose changes." You remark.

Connor walks over to the man's wardrobe which has clothes spilling out messily. "I'm always on duty." He says, turning back to face you and winking.

You giggle childishly and blush at the wink.

Connor tosses you a shirt which has the logo for Hanks supporting hockey team on and a pair of shorts which are clearly too big for you, but will have to do for the night. They hit you in the face softly before falling into your hands.

"Thanks for that Connor." You respond half sarcastically.

Connor smiles. "I'll leave you to-"

Before he finishes his sentence, you already begin unbuttoning your jeans, wanting desperately to get out of the uncomfortable clothes. "Thanks Connor. You can leave now."

Connor blushes and hastily walks out of the room (not before tripping over a shoe left in the middle of the floor of course).

You pull on the new clothes and look yourself up and down. Yep. Too big. The shirt was a T-shirt but the sleeves (which are supposed to be shoulder length) reached your elbows and the bottom of it was bunched up at your hips otherwise it'd reach your knee. The shorts hung loosely on your hips, showing off the top of your underwear and reached just past your knees. But it's comfortable.

You pick up your wet clothes and walk out of the room to look for Connor. He's stood in the kitchen.

"Where shall I put these?"

Connor looks you up and down and a small smile creeps up to his lips. "Cute." He says with a smile. You feel your cheeks flare up the instant the short, single syllabled word left his lips. It's funny how a single word or a single sentence could change your mood completely. If Connor were to say 'I love you' for example, you wouldn't know what you'd do. At the same time, if he said 'I hate you' then you wouldn't know how you'd react.

Connor takes the clothes from you and puts them in a laundry basket in the corner of the kitchen. "I'll wash these while you're sleeping, they'll be okay to wear tomorrow."

You nod and let out another yawn. "I think I'll go to bed." You say through the yawn.

Connor nods. "Goodnight Y/N."

You walk back into the bedroom and close the door behind you. The smell isn't so bad. The clothes scattered about aren't an issue. Hanks (probably dirty) underwear in a lazy heap in the corner of the room won't bother you. It could be worse. Sid could be knocking on your door.

You lazily slump onto the bed and crawl under the covers. Just as you're about to close your eyes, the bedroom door opens slightly and the light from the rest of the house begins to seep through. You lay there and nothing happens for a moment before Sumo hops onto the bed. You smile to yourself and put a hand on the saint bernard's head as it curls up in a ball next to you.

You're closing your eyes now, about to be swallowed by sleep. The sound of the washing machine from the kitchen begins to hum and you smile, knowing Connor is cleaning your clothes for you. But then there's another distraction. You're beginning to think you won't get any sleep tonight.

The door opens forcefully and you hear a tired, grumbly voice mumble "Shit. Fuck." As a figure stumbles over the same shoe Connor tripped over.

You lay there, not knowing what to do. You kinda freeze up as you watch the figure walk across the room. Sumo doesn't move either. It must be Hank.

Sumo simply hops off the bed and goes to find a more peaceful place to sleep.

Hank lazily crawls into the bed next to you, not thinking straight (if he was even thinking at all) and puts an arm around you. He smells foul, like a cheap beer that'd been left out in the sun. Stale. Alcoholic.

"Uhm... Hank..." You squeak out.

Hank groans lazily.

"Hank." You say, a little louder.

Hank drunkenly opens his eyes and as you experience the most awkward eye contact you have ever encountered, you witness Hank instantly sober up and his eyes widen.

He sits up quickly and snatches his hand off of you. "What the FUCK?!"

He scrambles to his feet, pushing the covers off of you in the process. He looks you up and down and sees that you're wearing his clothes. "Why are you- what happened- did we-"

"Lieutenant!" Connor says with surprise from the doorway. Hanks head snaps up.

"What happened?" Hank asks.

"You must've drank a little too much while watching the game, Lieutenant. You passed out on the couch so I thought it'd be okay to let Y/N use your bed." Connor explains.

"Okay... Okay..." Hank says breathlessly with relief. "But then why is Y/N here? Oh my god did you two-"

"There's someone at my house kicking off and I didn't know what to do so I came here." You explain.

"Kicking off?" Hank asks.

"An old... Friend of mine. He wasn't the greatest person so I decided I didn't want to associate myself with him. Now I guess he's pissed off with me."

Hank sighs. "Come on. Get dressed I'm taking you home."

You gulp and stand up.

"Her clothes are still in the washing machine." Connor explains.

"Then get in the car in those. I'll tell him to fuck off." Hank commands as he stands up and walks out of the room. He's still in his clothes.

You look pathetically up at Connor.

"I'll see you on Friday Y/N." He says with a smile.

You smile back up at Connor. "See you on Friday."