Know Where You Come From. Know Who You Are.

                                         We put the “fun”                                           In dysfunctional

ind. connor (RK800-52) & corwin (RK800-60) of detroit: become human found on heartscfvalor canon divergent

                                         Cold shoulders                                    and a lack of closure

ind. gavin reed canon divergent of detroit: become human found on heartscfvalor

they’re best buddies, I’m telling ya

+ bonus

Things were getting bad. They hadn’t been good to begin with, of course--but they were turning uglier by the day. By the hour, almost.

The government was panicking, struggling to keep humans calm and suppress any further public displays of android protest, no matter how peaceful they strove to be. The media was tilting, more and more reports and broadcasters making it clear that they were feeling the bias in support of the androids’ pleas for justice and freedom, and that was just adding pressure.

Markus couldn’t dare to let it show, but he was afraid. He’d lost so many of his friends already, and it was making things more tense behind the lines. North was on a rampage, insisting that they needed to counter-attack, while Simon and Joshua continued to support Markus’ refusal to resort to violence.

Something had to give.

“Markus?” he looked up at the anxious pitch of Joshua’s voice. “Markus, there’s--there’s a human here. A human just showed up accompanying an android.”

Markus rose at once, striding to the doorway of the little command room that he’d been camping in, above the main belly of the Jericho ship where the dozens and dozens of refugee androids were gathered. They were all facing the main entrance, where sure enough--there was an unfamiliar android standing, with a human man at his side.

Even the most broken, rage-fueled androids he’d encountered--and shockingly, North wasn’t the top of the list--still seemed more capable of compassion than many of the humans who Markus had confronted since deviating. The few good changes he’d seen--the cop he refused to kill, who began speaking up for androids after that night, and Leo once he was clean--were anomalies.

Someday, Markus hoped he’d get to look the President in the eyes and force her to face the consequences of her standing insistence that they weren’t alive, and didn’t deserve to have their voices be heard.

Things were getting bad. They hadn’t been good to begin with, of course--but they were turning uglier by the day. By the hour, almost.

The government was panicking, struggling to keep humans calm and suppress any further public displays of android protest, no matter how peaceful they strove to be. The media was tilting, more and more reports and broadcasters making it clear that they were feeling the bias in support of the androids’ pleas for justice and freedom, and that was just adding pressure.

Markus couldn’t dare to let it show, but he was afraid. He’d lost so many of his friends already, and it was making things more tense behind the lines. North was on a rampage, insisting that they needed to counter-attack, while Simon and Joshua continued to support Markus’ refusal to resort to violence.

Something had to give.

“Markus?” he looked up at the anxious pitch of Joshua’s voice. “Markus, there’s--there’s a human here. A human just showed up accompanying an android.”

Markus rose at once, striding to the doorway of the little command room that he’d been camping in, above the main belly of the Jericho ship where the dozens and dozens of refugee androids were gathered. They were all facing the main entrance, where sure enough--there was an unfamiliar android standing, with a human man at his side.

But he could still feel his own terror, as real and raw as if he had to relive that day over and over. If he had not stopped Leo, Carl’s heart would have given out seeing his son attacking his most loyal companion. And now--Markus had this cause, Jericho. Carl was alive, thank God. And Leo had even gotten clean, and left the Red Ice nightmare behind.

He could not regret it, even if it ached like a physical wound to not be with Carl anymore.

“You’re kinder than a lot of humans with similar emotional scars,” he replied to Joe softly. “Too many have reveled in our sub-human status as an excuse to punish their household androids for the things they suffered, whether or not our kind was involved at all.”

Things were getting bad. They hadn’t been good to begin with, of course--but they were turning uglier by the day. By the hour, almost.

The government was panicking, struggling to keep humans calm and suppress any further public displays of android protest, no matter how peaceful they strove to be. The media was tilting, more and more reports and broadcasters making it clear that they were feeling the bias in support of the androids’ pleas for justice and freedom, and that was just adding pressure.

Markus couldn’t dare to let it show, but he was afraid. He’d lost so many of his friends already, and it was making things more tense behind the lines. North was on a rampage, insisting that they needed to counter-attack, while Simon and Joshua continued to support Markus’ refusal to resort to violence.

Something had to give.

“Markus?” he looked up at the anxious pitch of Joshua’s voice. “Markus, there’s--there’s a human here. A human just showed up accompanying an android.”

Markus rose at once, striding to the doorway of the little command room that he’d been camping in, above the main belly of the Jericho ship where the dozens and dozens of refugee androids were gathered. They were all facing the main entrance, where sure enough--there was an unfamiliar android standing, with a human man at his side.

It was a good gesture, and he appreciated it, but for now Markus needed to focus on the memories that he was being shown.

He couldn’t feel Joe’s side of the experiences he was seeing, but Thomas’ sorrow for his partner’s past loss and devastation was apparent. And his care for the human, even before he’d deviated, was obvious.

The crystal-clear memory of saving Joe made Markus inhale unneeded oxygen, and unconsciously he responded on kind. He let Thomas glimpse one very raw, sharply-defined shard of his own memories, revealing how he’d also broken his wall and deviated because he could not stand the perceived threat to the human he had loved.

Leo hadn’t been attacking his father, of course, and never would have. But his imbalance and instability had posed a threat to the older man’s health, and Markus had not been able to endure it.

Things were getting bad. They hadn’t been good to begin with, of course--but they were turning uglier by the day. By the hour, almost.

The government was panicking, struggling to keep humans calm and suppress any further public displays of android protest, no matter how peaceful they strove to be. The media was tilting, more and more reports and broadcasters making it clear that they were feeling the bias in support of the androids’ pleas for justice and freedom, and that was just adding pressure.

Markus couldn’t dare to let it show, but he was afraid. He’d lost so many of his friends already, and it was making things more tense behind the lines. North was on a rampage, insisting that they needed to counter-attack, while Simon and Joshua continued to support Markus’ refusal to resort to violence.

Something had to give.

“Markus?” he looked up at the anxious pitch of Joshua’s voice. “Markus, there’s--there’s a human here. A human just showed up accompanying an android.”

Markus rose at once, striding to the doorway of the little command room that he’d been camping in, above the main belly of the Jericho ship where the dozens and dozens of refugee androids were gathered. They were all facing the main entrance, where sure enough--there was an unfamiliar android standing, with a human man at his side.

He’s my family.

Markus tilted his head, taking the android and the human in together. He didn’t need a bio-read to see the truth of the android’s words; they were angled towards each other, like an orbit, and it was clear that they would not be separated.

His eyes narrowed at the words private investigator, because that was...risky. It was dangerously close to their other major concern--the deviant hunter, and his human detective at the DPD. Markus heard North mutter behind him, and he turned his head just enough to catch Simon’s eye--hold her back.

Normally, Markus would say firmly that he was not the type to just turn up unannounced at his partner’s house, least of all with sex on his mind. He liked to think he was a little more chivalrous than that generally speaking.

But Jericho kept him so damn busy, he almost never got to see Connor. In the past month, he’d seen his boyfriend more often during business encounters--Hank and Connor were the DPD’s official liaisons for Jericho as they interacted with various local and government representatives--than he had just managing to get together romantically.

He smirked as Connor began leisurely undressing, toeing off his boots. “You’re not wrong. But I’ve gone weeks with only memories and fantasies, and my own hand. I need to feel you...”