Mockingbird| Connor x fem! Reader
A/n: All of my x readers contain a reader with a disability, sometimes the disability is important, other times it’s just an extension to the character. Abled bodied readers can still read/like/comment/ and reblog, of course.
Warnings: Cussing because Hank is in here, transfer aid (wheelchair), the reader being disabled is important to the chapter and the one somber moment is with them.
A/N: I think at one point the POV switches to first person by accident, if you spot it please tell me so I can fix it. Thank you!
The warmth of the suns comforting glow draped over you as you sat on your mint green couch, which was pressed against your bay window. Your wanderlust filled eyes deciphered each and every word that was tattooed onto the coffee stained page.
“Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing.”
Those words were highlighted in a bright pink and you smiled at the memory of when you did that. Of course you were reading To Kill a Mockingbird, by Harper Lee. It was the only physical book you owned, because it was your favorite, and with the Android Revolution that was brewing outside your window: it seemed appropriate.
You paused your reading to take a sip of your warm coffee that rested on your stand by the bed, but just then, you heard a knock at your door. You sighed in disappointment and placed your plain book mark inside your book and gently sat it on the coffee table.
You slid into your wheelchair, smoothed out your yellow skirt, and fixed your cream colored crop top as to make yourself presentable for the unexpected guest. As you pushed it, the wheelchair made it’s way to the door gracefully and you opened it.
Connor and Hank stared back at you urgently, and it didn't take long for you to notice that Connor was drenched in blue blood.
“Oh my god!” You exclaimed with a hand over your mouth. “What happened to you-” You pulled Connor inside the house, and Hank followed suit. “-are you hurt!?”
“Ms. a/n, need I remind you that I am an android, therefore, I can not be injured?” Connor replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
You rolled your eyes as Hank answered you, “He’s not hurt, Y/n, there was a misstep on the mission and he got in the middle of it, but he’s fine.”
You sighed in relief before you continued, “So why are you guys here?”
“What?” Hank snickered. “Are we not welcomed at casa de y/n?”
You playfully glared at Hank, “That’s not what I meant and you know it, now stop pulling on my leg!”
“I believe that it's imperative to inform you that your leg is not being pulled.” You and Hank stared at Connor in disbelief, and sensing that there was a miscommunication, Connor looked up what you said.
“Oh, it was an expression,” He concluded. “why can’t you human’s ever speak literally.”
“Because it’s funny seeing you confused.” you jokingly answered.
Hank cleared his throat and stated, “We were hoping that you could wash up Connor’s clothes for him, and I was hoping that you could hold onto him for a bit.”
“He’s your android and your partner-” You remined him “-shouldn’t he be by your side at all times?”
“I should be,” Connor butted in. “but the Lieutenant seems to find one of my behaviors unacceptable.”
You snickered, “He finds all of your behaviors unacceptable, be more specific.”
“He fucking sleeps standing up!” Hank exclaimed and threw his hands in the air. “And when he doesn’t sleep, the shit head wanders around my house!”
“I only did that one time, Lieutenant!”
“Do you know how fucking creepy that is!?”
You waved your hands up and down, indicating them to lower their voices, “Okay, okay, why are y’all yelling?”
“I can’t stand him anymore!” Hank pointed his hand at Connor. “Shit, he’s driving me insane!”
“Alright!” You exclaimed. “I’ll take him but I’m not going to be responsible for dropping him off at work, you better come get him.”
“Deal, as long as he’s out of my hair,” Hank muttered to himself, even though, Connor and I could her him perfectly.
I rolled my eyes, “You leaving?”
Hank had grabbed his coat and already had his hand on the door knob, “I’ve got fifteen hours without this asshole breathing over my shoulder, hell yes I’m leaving.” He said before he slammed the door shut.
With a snicker you shook your head and turned to Connor, “There’s a bathroom down the hall, take off whatever you need washed and I’ll give you some of my brothers old clothes.”
Connor nodded before he disappeared into the bathroom, and while he did that you wheeled yourself into your bedroom. Inside the closet were boxes of your brothers old clothes from the time when he lived with you, you really have to remind him to come get them, but they would work for now.
You pulled out a large tank top which had ‘I Love Dogs’ printed on it- you laughed at how appropriate it was -and a pair of comfortable shorts. Before you were able to put them back, you spotted a figure from the corner of your eye. There, in the middle of the hallway, stood Connor shirt and pant less.
Heat rushed to your neck and face as you buried your face in your hands. For as smart as the android is during investigations he’s so naïve toward the real world it was unbelievable, and his lack of fear or humiliation didn’t help.
“Ms L/n, I have removed the articles of clothing you wished to-”
“Yes, I see that!” You blindly felt around the bed for the extra cloths and reached them out to him once you found them. “Please, go and change back in the bathroom.”
You assumed that Connor had found out what had made you so flustered as he replied, “Why don’t I change in here?”
“Connor!” You squeaked and parted your fingers just in time to see the amused smirk on his face before he turned around.
Once he left you lowered your hands and instead of be resentful, you laughed. You laughed because it felt more like an inside joke than anything else, and despite it’s undertones, it felt innocent.
You grabbed the blue stained clothes from the arm of your office chair before you transferred from your manuel to electric wheelchair. Pushing the joystick forward you maneuvered through the house and to the laundry room.
You quickly threw his t-shirt in with the other whites and left his pants with the darks as you decided to wait until the morning to wash them. As you closed the washing machines’ top and left the room you spotted Connor near your reading spot, To Kill a Mockingbird open in his hands.
The orange and purplish sunset created a silhouette around his body and shadows along his face. The most entrancing, however, were his brown eyes, as suddenly brown wasn't and accurate way to describe them. They were warm and comforting like the sun that shined through your window, yet sweet and enticing like honey.
"I never knew you liked to read," Connor's silver voice broke through your daze of imagination. "To Kill a Mockingbird is a good choice, have you read it before?"
"I-I read it back in school," You answered nervously and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, "and it- it was my favorite."
His goofy imitation of a smile cracked through his machinery mask, "Is this your favorite line?" He asked before he recited, "Until I feared I would lose it, I never loved to read. One does not love breathing."
A nostalgic smile appeared on your face, "Yes, it is, although there are many others in there."
"May I ask you a personal question?" Connor asked as he gently placed the bookmark in the book and then the book on the coffee stand.
"Why is that your favorite line?"
Your bookworm heart swelled at his question, as you had only wished for someone to ask you a question like this one. You had always wanted someone to discuss your favorite stories with, but didn't because of the fear of being labeled as a nerd or freak. Those were childish thoughts, but by time you learned that the opinions of others didn't matter, it was too late.
"Back in eighth grade" you tensed as the memories started to flood your mind. "I was just getting used to my wheelchair and one of the comments I got a lot was, 'it must be nice not having to walk everywhere.' I hated that, because those kids who said that to me, they had no idea how jealous I was of them."
You and Connor sat down on the couch as Connor waited patiently for you to continue.
"Then in English, we started reading To Kill a Mockingbird. The class had hardly gotten pass chapter one and I already knew that I was going to love this book, so I went out and bought my own copy. Then we read that line and it hit me so hard, because I knew what it felt like to have something you take for granted taken away from you. For Scout it was reading for me it was walking."
"Until you couldn't walk, you never valued being able to." Connor concluded as you finished your story.
You spared him a sad smile and nodded, "It was something I took from granted. I'm okay without being able to walk now, I just-" You paused for a moment to compose your thoughts and your memories. "-I just wish I did more with it while I could.”
You and Connor sat in a comfortable silence for a moment until an interesting question came to your mind. "Is there anything you think you take for granted Connor? Anything you can't imagine a world without?"
Connor stared at his hands as he somewhat skipped over your question. "I don't think so Y/-"
He stopped mid sentence as he brought his eyes to meet yours. Your head was tilted in ceriousity and your eyes, while tired, still were sparked with wanderlust. The moon transformed your iris into a kaleidoscope and your face had never looked so soft, so kind, or so sweet.
On his temple his LED flashed rapidly between yellow and red as his next words tumbled out raw, and unfiltered.
"Maybe...maybe there is one thing."
