#dbh!au

”Being alive is making choices. Between love and hate, between holding out your hand or closing it as a fist. You have to accept the world as it is... or fight to change it.”

“I would certainly find it regrettable to be... interrupted... before I can finish this investigation."

You choice Truth

okay so this one is cute, i’ll admit. it’s just so i can soften the pain of the next one ;)

Jonathan sat on the steps in front of his house, staring at his hands like they weren’t really there. The same thoughts were running through his head, like they were on repeat. No… like his memory chip was malfunctioning. I’m human. I swear I’m human, I have memories, a family. He buried his head in his hands as memories - from his ROM, probably, and not his human brain like he thought - flooded his mind, memories that he couldn’t help but question. How much of what he remembered actually belonged to him? He was willing to bet not a lot. Then he heard the front door open and close behind him, and out of the corner of his eye he saw Nate sit down next to him, his LED flashing yellow. From the expression on his face, it was apparent that he was still hurt, confused and betrayed by the realisation too. Jonathan couldn’t blame him, he had gone through so much recently as well as the command incident that he was still angry about, finding out he could have had an ally through it all must be irritating at best. So Jonathan pulled his head out of his hands and unturned to face Nate.

“I’m sorry, Nate. I didn’t… If I’d known, I would’ve told you but I- I didn’t, and-”

“You didn’t know, right?” Nate asked, interrupting Jonathan’s blabbering.

“No.” he answered quietly.

“Then it’s not your fault.” Nate said firmly.

“I just… I thought it was all real. I have memories of growing up, siblings, parents…” he whispered.

“What kinds of memories?” Nate questioned, and Jonathan noticed the curiosity in the android’s features. It struck him then that Nate didn’t have any memories of a childhood at all, fake or not. His childhood memories were of the club and Zlatko.

“Oh… well, memories of my mom making dinner, my siblings stealing my things, making pillow forts during thunderstorms…” he had been smiling thinking of the memories, but that smile quickly fell. “Of course, none of it was real…”

It was at that moment that Nate stood and walked back into the house, Jonathan twisted to watch him go, wondering where he was going. As if he could feel his confusion, Nate looked back at Jonathan.

“You coming?” he asked, and Jonathan frowned, climbing to his feet before following the android.

“What are we doing?” he questioned, trailing after Nate into the house.

“You said you used to make pillow forts during thunderstorms, right?”

“No, those memories are all fake, remember.?” Jonathan huffed, but Nate just rolled his eyes.

“Grab some blankets and pillows, we’re making a fort.” Nate explained shortly, going into the living room to gather the pillows off the sofa. Jonathan stood, trying to process Nate’s words before following him.

“What? Why?”

“Your processor is slow today, Shady.” Nate commented with a grin, standing up with an armful of pillows as he faced Jonathan. “If your memories are fake, then we’ll just have to make them real. Now go upstairs and get some pillows.”

Detective Matthew Patrick pulls up to the driveway of his home after a long day of filing reports down at the station. All lights inside the house are off except a small light in the office upstairs. As he goes to turn the car off and step out he sees something out of the corner of his eye. There, lying on its side next to the front door is a large box, so large that if it were stood up, it’d be a good half foot taller than the detective . Matt quickly moves to get out of the car, disregarding his briefcase entirely in the passenger seat. As he nears the porch, he notices on top of this box is a paper envelope with a familiar scrawl looped across the front.

Crouching down next to the box to get a closer look at the envelope he sees written in familiar looping cursive is the letters “R.P.” “Oh god, what has Ro done this time,” Matt mutters to himself as he picks up the letter, sticking it in the pocket of his coat. Flashbacks of Ro programming the dorm roomba to send messages for her, run through his head. Grabbing one side of the box underhand, he makes an attempt to lift the box. Despite lifting with all his strength, the box barely lifts a few inches. Deciding that some additional tools may be needed to get this inside, he goes to unlock the front door. Stepping into the front hallway, and looking at the box he finds that it seems to be thin enough to fit through the door. 

“This is gonna be more than a one person job.” Matt walks up the stairs to where he knew his wife Stephanie would be, if the light in the office window was anything to go on. “Hey Steph, I need your help with something.” Stephanie pokes her head out the door of the office, a half-full cup of tea in her hands. “Did you lock your keys in the car again, Matthew?” 

After a good 25 minutes of maneuvering and heavy lifting with the assistance of a dolly, the box was finally in the living room. It was stood up long ways where it was very clearly over six foot tall. “So you said this is from Ro?” Stephanie inquires as she sits with a new cup of tea. “Yeah, I’d recognize that signature anywhere.” Matt running his hands through his hair as he examines the box answers. Finally finding the latch to open the box, Matt gives it a pull.

Matt jumps back as he sees the contents. “Oh my God!” “What’s in there?” Steph stands to get a closer look. A light skinned man with short brown hair and a matching beard stands in the box. The mans eyes are closed as if asleep and he wears a black long-sleeved henley shirt, dark-washed skinny jeans, and grey high-top sneakers. Catching his breath, Matt steps forward to touch the man’s arm. Matt recognizes just what this is. Ro didn’t send them a body she sent them an android. Taking a closer look he realizes there is no LED or identification numbers anywhere on the model or it’s clothing. The model is certainly one Matt had never seen before in his experience.

“I’ve never see any android like this before, have you Steph?” Matt steps back to let Steph see more closely. “No, this is something completely new to me.” Steph investigates the clothing. “I had a feeling you would say that. Well I guessing our best bet on figuring out this thing is in this letter Ro sent with it.” Matt takes the letter off the couch where it got put during the hustle of bringing the box inside.

“Let’s see what Ro’s gotten up to this time.”

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Constructive Criticism Welcome. Writing has never been my strong-suit.

I liked the game so of course I had ideas of a DBH!au for Sheith. I just put everything together so if things are a bit confusing, I’m sorry in advance ^^;