Conflicting orders - Connor X Reader

Home at last.

Hank was driving you home. You sat in the back, behind Connor, and stared out the window, observing the greenery blurring as we sped by. Hank was momentarily complying with your request for a quiet ride home, which you appreciated immensely. You thought back over the day, back to when Connor was on top of that train. You found yourself blushing; he was just way too hot.

"Hey Connor," you leaned forward, wrapping your hand around the neck of the android sitting in front of you. "You were like, really cool today." You smiled, though he couldn't see it.

"Thank you, detective," he smiled sweetly.

You slid your hands across his neck, leaning back into your seat.

"Hank, you were fine or whatever," you waved your hand, smirking. He held up his hand, flipping you off. You always enjoyed messing with Hank; after all, what were friends for?

"You weren't afraid of getting hurt?" you asked connor, tilting your head

"I will do anything it takes to complete my mission"

didn't answer the question.

Your stop was drawing near. The light turned green, and Hank turned into your neighborhood. You figured you'd give him someone else to deal with since you'd be gone.

"Hey, Connor?"

"Yes, detective?"

Hank pulled up to your house, and the car made a loud click as the door was unlocked.

"Do you know what a Mexican pancake is?"

"OUT OF THE CAR, NOW!"

You exited the car, stumbling out as your eyes were blurry with tears of laughter. You could hear Hank talking to Connor as you walked up your driveway.

"Lieutenant, what is-"

"Don't worry about it, and don't look it up either."

His car drove off, leaving you all alone. You unlocked your door and walked in, making sure to lock it behind you.

Immediately, you stripped, flinging your clothes about your living room. Your cats came running up to you, meowing at you. They didn't want affection; they wanted food. You smiled at them.

"Fat bitches." you chuckled

You walked over to the kitchen, your feet slapping down onto the tiled floor. You grabbed two cans of wet food for the babies, fed them, and they left you alone. You grabbed a monster from the fridge and plopped down onto your couch, sighing. God, you were tired. Today felt entirely too long.

You used the back of a spoon to open the can, sipping down the liquid energy. You grabbed your phone, turning on your favorite playlist for some nice background music. You lay back down on the couch, your energy drink resting on your tummy.

You lay there, chilling for about 15 minutes before your phone rang, temporarily muting the music you had playing. You sat up, picking your phone up from off the table. Your mother was calling you.

Reluctantly, you answered.

"Hi, Mom." your words muffled as you bit the skin of your finger

"What the hell was with that text earlier? You can't be doing this to me!"

"Mom-"

"What am I supposed to do, huh?"

"Mom, stop. I've made up my mind."

"I won't survive..."

"Then get a job? I've got a life, Mom. I'm not gonna keep paying for yours."

"Sweetheart, please..."