Safer (a Detroit: Become Human fanfic)

I Want My Mom

🖤💚

His brother's mind was beautiful.

It was also a mess.

Chloe picked him up from the CyberLife at 4 AM because he didn't bother checking the time.

Almost everyone at CyberLife was an android, so they worked 24 hours with shifts, and he didn't even notice when the day bled into night and when he fell asleep at his desk, Markus called Chloe.

"Yeah, we worked a lot, I guess-

"You didn't think that it's a bit too late?"

"He didn't tell me he was tired."

"He's a human, of course he was tired. You know how they are."

"I do, I'm sorry, I.. should've been more responsible."

"It's okay. I'll be there in 10. Did you-

"Yup, we have blankets here for exactly this reason."

Chloe snickered, "Good."

He woke up to her kiss on his neck, and the pain in his back hit him right away.

"Oh.. fuck.." he groaned, "I fell asleep?"

"What do you think?" her soft voice felt like warm air in a cold day, like it in and of itself embraced him into comfort, and in his dizzy mind, he wanted to cry because of how beautiful she was.

"Ugh, do I have to walk downstairs?"

"I'm not gonna carry you, Elijah. Get your ass up, take that blanket with you too, your coat's in the reception, I don't want you to get the cold." Chloe answered, cupping his face in one hand.

They walked down the long halls and the view from the elevator seemed like a movie scene to him now, just like it did all those years ago when he used to stay in the tower for days on end, working, sleeping there, then working more.

The lights only made him more tired. The world felt surreal.

He fell asleep in the car again, which he then thought was a very bad executive decision, as the snowflakes felt like tiny knives stabbing into his face when he stepped out.

Chloe walked him to the bedroom, holding his hand through the hallway.

It was in small things like holding hands every blue moon, or the small kisses when passing by each other, the shoulder squeezes and the warmth in hugs, that kept the love from 6 years ago as alive as it was. And holding her hand felt safe, like the whole trial didn't exist, like the rest of the world wasn't burning his creations alive, like people didn't hate him.

It felt like all of those things were gone in those short moments in the dark on 5 AM, where his mind was half awake, half asleep, he felt like a child being led to his room, undressed and put to sleep.

He remembered, hastily, the time his father carried him from the car to his bed and took off his shoes, the way Chloe was doing right now. How soft his mother's voice was when she whispered 'good night, monkeys', his mother.

"I want my mother."

"Are you high or something?"

"I'm serious Chloe, I-" he took her arm as she pulled his night shirt down his chest, and stared into her eyes.

She could see tears forming in his eyes, as the blue orbs seemed to flicker,

"-I want my mom. And even my dad, and my dog, and my brother, and my house, and my room, and my chewed up toys and the blue curtains and all-
"Shhh, you're tired." she pressed his head to her shoulder, and held his trembling body.