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you’re all i think about [2]

part one

word count: 2.2k+

warnings: slight angst, fluff and flirting

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[note- unbeta’d, all mistakes are my own.]

Where in the world were you?

The room was scarcely lit, one blurred orb of white shining diagonal to you. You tried to blink the haze out of your eyes. The room smelled musty and like it had just been scrubbed clean with a disinfectant.

Disinfectant.

You were in a hospital room. The revelation brought back a storm of memories and the nerve in your temple began to throb wildly. What had happened?

All you remembered was rushing towards Connor and then something had happened. Had you been shot?

“Y/N?” A voice called in the darkness. It sounded fuzzy and distant but you recognized it almost immediately.

“Connor?” you croaked, struggling to get the words out. It was hard to speak through the oxygen mask attached to your mouth.

“Y/N. You're awake,” he whispered. He sounded immensely relieved. You couldn't quite see him, but you made out a smudge of his skin in the periphery of your vision.

You lifted your hand slowly and pulled the mask away with great difficulty. Every movement took humongous amount of effort and your tired hand flopped to the side.

“What the- fuck- happened,” you managed in between breaths.

Connor came into your field of you suddenly, scrambling to put the mask back on you. But you resisted.

“Talk to me,” you yelled but the words came out in a feeble whisper.

You heard him sigh deeply. “I am going to fetch the doctor so she can run tests on you.”

You heard him leave the room.

Shutting your eyes, your strained to remember what had transpired. But your mind blanked out after the point where you were running towards Connor.

You moved to sit up, your vision getting fairly clear now. You could make out the white, pristine equipment beside you, the blue walls and solid steel cylinders in the far corner of the room.

Just as you pulled yourself up, you felt a sharp tug in your lower back and bright spots danced before you eyes. You fell down back with a thump, feeling the sting crawl all the way up your back. Metal coated your tongue.

You heard three sets of footsteps just then, undoubtedly of the doctor, Connor and probably an assistant.

“Good Lord you're awake,” the doctor chirped, shining a bright light into your eyelids.

You squirmed under its intensity as the pain in your lower back died down slowly.

“Pupil functional,” the doctor mumbled to her assistant.

“Doc, what happened?” you managed to draw out.

Your vision cleared almost fully and you could make out Connor’s face next to the Doctor's. He was stone-faced, as usual.

“You, my dear, were stabbed,” the doctor said, reading something on the meter next to her.

“Brain functional.”

“What!?” you exclaimed and regretted it immediately. Just yelling made your back tingle with the sting.

“Yeah. Injury to the erector spinae. The muscle that holds your spine upright,” the doctor said quietly and you felt your heart quicken it's pace.

“Doctor am I-” you whispered, voice suddenly trembling. Your mind had already jumped to a hundred possible conclusions, each worse than the last.

“Sweetheart, no. We managed to replace the muscle. A very, very intricate surgery that lasted about thirty six hours,” she paused, reading something from a file the nurse had given her.

You glanced at Connor then. Your gaze clashed with the brown of his eyes and you saw his jaw clench. Without a word he turned away and presumably, stalked out of the room.

“But the muscle seems to be working now. However, you're going to have to rest for a month or possibly longer. The muscles haven't exactly.. set in,” the doctor explained.

You gulped. That could've been close. Permanent paralysis. You shook your head. Better not think about it.

“Doctor.. Connor.. is he okay?” you asked, remembering that you had rushed to save him. He seemed okay but you couldn't be sure.

“The android? Yes of course. He was the one who brought you in. And hasn't left your side ever since. Not once, not even during the surgery.”

Your heart fluttered at her words.

Connor had stayed by your side.

“How long have I been.. you know..?”

“A week.”

A week. A week you had been comatose and Connor had stayed by your side.

Your Connor.

“Your vitals are almost fully normal now. Except the fact that you cannot move your back much. If you want to sit up, you may move the bed but do not, under any circumstances, move your back,” the doctor ordered and you nodded. No way in hell were you going to argue about this. You loved your job way too much.

“Think we should get you some real food in you now, you've been surviving on only liquids and such,” the doctor said.

“Connor will take care of that. Could you please send him in?” you asked, glancing at the doorway.

The doctor nodded, smiling and left.

A minute later, a conflicted looking Connor walked in.

“Nice to see you too, handsome” you murmured, as he settled down somewhere next to you, without a word.

“Hey, could you help me sit up?” you asked, gesturing at what you assumed was the elevation controller in the bed.

Connor obliged wordlessly, twisting the handle so you could sit up.

You glanced at Connor as he sat back on the stool.

“Are you going to say something- anything?”

His forehead creased and you swore you saw his mouth twitch but his thin lips didn't crack.

“How are you feeling?” he asked instead

You could see the tension in his shoulders, the clench of his jaw.

He was furious and confused and all things Connor. You sighed.

“For someone who got stabbed in the back? Pretty dope,” you said wryly, glancing at your hands.

“You could've died,” he said, voice dropping low. Something like fear clouded his eyes and your heart missed a beat at the change in his expression.

“I know. But you saved me,” you said quietly, wanting to reach over and hold his hand.

“If I hadn't seen you, Y/N...,” he said, faltering and glanced up at you. “You lost a lot of blood. I barely got you here in time.”

“But you did. I'm fine, now, Connor,” you said. He seemed so serious, you didn't have the heart to make a joke. But you didn't like the frown on his face either.

“Are you actually feeling sad for me?” you asked, reaching over to brush your hand against his.

“I was afraid, Y/N. Afraid that I would lose you,” he confided, looking up at you with those gorgeous brown eyes.

You could've burned under his gaze.

“Are we literally having a chick-flick moment right now?” you said, rolling your eyes. You brushed off his words with a scoff but your heart was hammering against your chest.

Connor didn't say anything for a while.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked softly, finally breaking the numbing silence.

You pretended to think for a while. “Is 'You’ an acceptable answer?” you said, raising your eyebrows suggestively. The tension in the room was too much for you to bear.

Connor’s cheeks turned a bright blue at that.

“Y/N, that's highly inappropriate,” he stammered, glancing away and twiddling his thumbs.

You tried not to smile.

“Heard you watched over me all this week. You like watching me sleep?” you asked, winking at him.

You were being awfully bold with him today but with everything you had experienced recently, you couldn't hold back.

Life was too short.

And watching Connor squirm was too much fun.

“What will it take for you to stop?” he said, trying hard to not let his words affect you.

You pretended to think for a moment.

“Well, an extremely well-placed kiss would do fine, you know?” you said casually.

Connor turned a brilliant shade of azure at that and you had never seen anything prettier.

You were going home. After four weeks of being bed ridden and spending time in a boring hospital room, you were glad you were going home.

Connor had, as usual, been completely oblivious to all your flirtations and teasing the four weeks. To his credit, he was extremely patient and didn't let it bother him much.

You might as well have told him you liked him and he still wouldn't have gotten the hint.

You stepped out of the car, moving as slowly as possible. Your back was still wrapped up but felt infinitely better.

“Y/N!” a voice called, a voice you recognized as Hank's as he ambled forward to envelope you in a hug.

You had decided to make a quick stop at Hank's on his insistence. Besides, you wanted to see the old man too. You wouldn't, of course, tell him that.

“Crushing me,” you whispered breathlessly, as he hugged you tight. He pulled back at that, a rare grin on his face.

“Jesus fuck, it's been too long,” he said, pulling you towards the house. He was unusually cheery and it seemed sort of out of place but you couldn't complain. You adored a happy Hank.

Connor was nowhere to be seen. He hadn't been to the hospital for the last two days either. Perhaps there was work at the DCPD.

The door of the house opened to reveal about twenty five people crammed inside the living room, drinks in hands and music blasting from somewhere inside.

“Welcome back, Y/N!”

The entire crowd erupted in a roar as you walked in, a surprised look on your face.

Colleagues and friends greeted you, cheering for you and wishing you a speedy recovery.

All the officers on the mission with you were unharmed and you thanked all of them for fighting so valiantly. The mission had been a success because of them and the rogue androids were now in captivity.

It had all played out well in the end.

You engaged with some of them, talking and catching up on all that you had missed during these four weeks.

You were about to get a refill of your favorite drink (Hank knew you so well) when someone tapped your shoulder.

“Oh hey, look it's my favorite Android,” you said, as he pulled you behind him and to a secluded corner of the room.

“Where you been?” you asked, taking a sip of your drink.

“Y/N.. I've been thinking about what you said,” Connor mumbled and you looked at him sharply.

Something in his eyes sent a shiver down your spine.

“Thinking about wh-” you began but faltered when Connor leaned in close, suddenly and brushed his lips against yours, ever so slightly.

He pulled away a little, waiting for you to decide if you were going to push him away.

Your brain had stopped functioning. All you could think about was Connor. You had fantasized about him, fantasized about first kisses and first dates and here he was, standing so close to you, waiting for you to decide if you really wanted this. Waiting for you to decide if you wanted it all to become very real.

“Connor, I-” you began but were distracted by his full lips. You glanced at them fleetingly before flicking your gaze back to his eyes.

Apparently, that was all it took to persuade him.

In an instant, his lips were on yours, one hand cupping your cheek and the other on your back, close to your wound. You winced a little at his touch but his eyes were far too distracting for you too care about the pain.

He pulled you close until there was no space left in between and you could feel his thirium pump thud against your chest.

In a room full of people, without so much as a care in the world, the android you were in love with kissed you with a comforting tenderness you had never felt before.

So many times you had pictured yourself in this very situation and yet no fantasy came as close to what you were currently experiencing.

He kissed you fully, immersing himself into the kiss and you felt your heart soar. You felt warm and light against him, a feeling so overwhelming you couldn't have enough of it.

You let him consume you whole, as the world fell around the two of you. People were perhaps watching but you didn't care. You kissed him back with the passion of a thousand burning suns, deep and whole.

You let everything you felt for him pour into the kiss.

You let him know that right now, you could’ve traded the world to freeze this moment forever.

You let him know that you were truly and madly in love with him.

When you pulled back for air, Connor was smiling. There were only a few things more beautiful than the sight.

He had kissed you. The android who couldn't tell if you were flirting with him or not.

“Damn son, where did you learn how to kiss like that?” you asked, still breathless.

“Since you..” he faltered, looking away for a second and composing himself. “After your accident.. I felt fear like I had never before. I was so afraid to lose you.. I realized that I felt things for you too. I didn’t understand much of it but every second that you spent asleep, I was afraid that you weren’t going to come back. And- that I was too late.”

You could’ve wept at his words but you only pulled him into a warm embrace, burying your face into his shoulder. “You don’t have to be afraid. I am here now.”

“And I’m never leaving you,” you said, pulling away and staring into those gorgeous eyes.

A blue tint suffused his cheeks as he laced his fingers through yours.

“Was that a.. well-placed kiss?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow at you.

You burst into laughter at that, throwing your hands around his neck and pulling him close. The tension of a few seconds ago was momentarily forgotten as you rested your forehead against his, a smiled curling at your lips.

God, you hadn’t been this happy in a while.

You decided then that you didn't care about the issues you had with commitment anymore. You would have to learn to face and eventually overcome, them.

After all, you only lived once (took you a near death experience to realize that but hey, you did).

“It was and boy do I want more,” you whispered giddily, before pulling him into you again.

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