#android reinhardt

Reinhardt had been with Mondatta and the Shambali for some time now, his skills as both bodyguard and caretaker highly appreciated with the men of the order. They had made no difference between him and the monks. Everyone was equal in the Iris.

It had taken him a couple of months to get used to the difference of how he was being treated. No glances at him or his temple, where the small LEDs were always glowing.

In these months he had grown fond of the people around him, his will to please them and make sure they were safe, growing ever so slightly with every passing day. It had been a weird feeling at first. The fact that he was feeling anything in the first place had concerned him and no matter how many check-ups and diagnostics he had run through his system he could not find a flaw within his programming.

Reinhardt had heard of those Androids that had become deviant but never understood how those individuals had been able to act against their programming and defy the orders that had been given to them. Until a couple of hours ago.

His order had been clear: Stay at the side of the stage, make sure no one gets up there and stay put no matter what happens.

But when he had seen the sniper, or rather a shadow, on the roof across from the stage something inside of him had snapped. The barrier, that usually prevents him from moving after receiving a clear order was suddenly much more visible. Screaming inside his own head and pushing his weight against the red barrier in front of him, time around him suddenly stopping.

With one hard push the barrier had suddenly given in, his body surging forward and his entire system rebooting as he staggered forward. He had looked towards the rooftop across from Mondatta and had seen the attacker take aim. Without thinking any longer about what he had just done he ran towards the man behind the podium, tackling him to the ground just as he heard the shot go off. It grazed his upper arm, the place where Mondatta’s head had just been and turning the two of them in the short flight he cushioned Mondatta’s fall with his own body, hitting his head on the hard surface of the stage. He had blinked up at the man pressed against his chest, knowing that he was safe before his system shut down from the blunt hit to his head.

 Blinking at Zenyatta he doesn’t make it obvious that he has woken up, watching the man move his fingers over his ‘skin’ and press the cold compress against the area he’s been shot at.

“Your touch. It leaves me breathless”

It wasn’t exactly what he had wanted to say as the first thing after waking up but the changes that have happened to his system made him more impulsive, more…human. And it was true. The soft touches from the human letting pleasant tingles run up his arm.

Reinhardt had been fascinated by the younger of the two monks who were his owners for some time now and with the changes to his thoughts everything seems so much clearer.

Zenyatta’s reply make Reinhardt wonder what the younger man’s thoughts are, judging from the blush on his face and his quick heartbeat he must be flustered. Reaching for Zenyatta’s wandering hand with his intact arm he takes it in his own hand, squeezing it gently.