Connor was somewhere. He looked around, it looked like the DPD station but different, the android looked around,  confused as hell, a few people were around. “Hello, do you know where I am?” Connor asked. “Nope, but I can take you home, pretty boy.~” The officer winked and smirked. Connor just shook his head and walked away, he had a feeling this was familiar. And then he realized. This is the VPD station he used to be assigned to before he came to the DPD. He was constantly abused here. Mentally and physically. The officers here used him like their own personal sex doll. Contorting him in ways that would usually break him. He always begged them internally to stop, but he couldn’t override his protocols.

Connor walked to the entrance of the VPD and pushed on the doors, but a red error screen popped up, not allowing him to leave. The android turned around, everyone was staring at him. Judging him. Wanting to have sex with him. But he didn’t want to have sex with them. The only one he’d ever want to have sex with is Hank. He missed the burley, grey haired, grumpy lieutenant. He wanted to be wrapped up in Hanks strong arms. “Connor.” A voice called out to him. “Hank?” Connor looked around, Hank suddenly materialized, the man had a look of concern on his face. “Wake up, con.” Hank said, he looked like he was shaking something or someone. Connor could feel someone touching him, the brown eyed android walked over to Hank and hugged him.

Connor jolts up, panting. He looked around frantically, finding Hank standing next to his bed. “Connor, you okay? You were yelling for me.” Hank said, his station issued firearm in his hand. “M-My apologies for waking you.” Connor stuttered, sweat beading down his forehead, his LED spun red. WARNING: STRESS LEVEL 80% 

“It’s fine. I wasn’t really sleeping anyway.” Hank smiled, a loud whine could be heard from outside the door. “Damn dog.” Hank grumbled, he stowed his firearm, he walked over to the door, opening it, Sumo bounded over to the bed and jumped up, laying down near Connor’s feet. “Good boy, Sumo.” Connor smiled and patted the Saint Bernards head. “I’ll go now, so you can go back to sleep.” Hank looked at him, his face was slightly red. “No, please, stay here.” Connor practically begged. “Alright.” Hank huffed and shut the door, he walked over to the bed and moved the blanket so he could lay down, the Lieutenant laid down in the bed, most of the space being occupied by the large dog. Hank pulled the blanket over himself. 

STRESS LEVELS DECREASING. SYSTEM STABILIZING. 

Connor laid back down and moved closer to Hank subconsciously. Hank seemed a little hesitant but he rolled over and wrapped his arms around Connor, pulling him flush against his own body. “It’s alright, Connor. You’re safe.” Hank whispered, running his large, calloused hands through the androids brown hair. Connor didn’t move his arms, he just closed his eyes and tried to go back into stasis, with the sound of Sumo snoring loudly and Hank whispering reassurances lulling him to sleep.