A/n: Once again, I want to thank everyone for their support! Also, there will be a second part in case I forget to label this part correctly! Love you all!!!
(F/n)= Father's name
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~3rd Person POV~

"Finally," Carl muttered as Markus wheeled him out of the automated taxi. The duo entered the gallery that was bustling with people. The android glanced around the room, admiring the many beautiful pieces of art. "Let's find the lady of the evening, Markus."

The machine nodded and pushed Carl further into the venue. People chatted loudly as the man searched the crowd for his fellow artist and close friend. Spying (h/c) hair in the crowd, Carl was able to recognize the young woman from here. "Over there, Markus." The old man pointed to the figure in the crowd and the machine wheeled him to them.

The moment the young woman turned around, she was greeted by a smiling Carl. "It's been awhile, hasn't it, (Y/n)?"

"Carl! I didn't expect to see you tonight," the young artist smiled back.

"How could I miss it? It's your first viewing since returning from Europe."

"I was able to grab this venue at the last minute."

"How long has it been since I've seen you?"

"Eight long years. How about you two view my pieces while I deal with another buyer? I'll join you both in a few minutes."

Markus pushed Carl to the nearest piece, both mesmerized by the art.

The android's eyes widened at the beautifully painted scenery. Carl smiled as he examined each and every stroke on the large canvas. "She's outdone herself."

Markus stepped forward, now standing beside Carl. He couldn't tear his eyes away from the painting as his eyes bounced between the trees, river, and mountains. The old man saw the look in his eyes and chuckled. "It's beautiful, don't you agree?"

"It's more than beautiful," Markus replied.

"Let's go see the others."

An odd sensation rose in Markus' chest as he pushed Carl to the next painting.

As the machine's attention was absorbed by the piece, he failed to notice (Y/n) standing beside him until she spoke gently to him. "Do you like it?"

Unconsciously, Markus placed a hand over his artificial heart. His LED glimmers from blue to yellow then back to blue. "'Like' is the word I wouldn't use. It's another word, but I can't think of what it is."

(Y/n) tilted her head slightly. "What about the word 'love'?"

Markus turned his head to glance at the woman. "Yes. I love this piece."

Carl saw the interaction and smiled. He wheeled up to (Y/n)'s side and grabbed her attention. "I'll give you twelve hundred for it, (Y/n)."

"Carl, that's too much! The price I placed on this piece is five hundred."

"You need to value your pieces more, (Y/n). You're a young, prospering artist. I have a feeling that one day, these pieces will be in museums all across the world. You could be the next Picasso."

"Then, the piece is all yours, old friend. I've known you since I was a kid and you've been my role model since the moment I met you."

Carl then gave the painting another look-over. "I'd say you've surpassed me. You have a bright future ahead of you, (Y/n). Oh, and you better call me whenever you're going to hold another showing. I'd like to be present at every single one. I need more pieces around the house," the elder chuckled.

"You'll be the first one I call, Carl. Maybe I can get my parents to come up from Florida to my next showing. They'd love to see you."

"It's been years since I've seen those two. A small reunion would do the three of us well."

(Y/n) smiled and thanked Carl. He went to get a drink, insisting Markus to stay with the young lady. The android nodded and chatted with the artist beside him about what inspired her.

-An Hour Later-

"I'm glad to see my Autumn Collection has a big fan," (Y/n) beams happily. "Do you have anymore questions, Markus?"

"Just one-what will your next collection be named?"

"Hmm... not sure. I'll have to determine that when I start on it." Carl returned with a glass of champagne. (Y/n) smirked at the old man. "You get lost on your way back?"

"Nah. Just spotted another familiar face and we chatted for a good hour," Carl explains.

The three talked for another hour before realizing most of the guests had left. They headed to the back, where Carl paid for the painting. "Where are you staying while you're in town?"

"That... I have yet to decide. I'll probably get a ride to a nearby hotel. I didn't get to make reservations before boarding the plane last night. Currently, I'm working on two hours of sleep and that's from napping on a plane. Jet lag is the worst," (Y/n) sighs exhaustedly.

"Don't worry about finding a hotel. You're welcome to use the guest room at my house. It hasn't been used in years, but Markus keeps it clean."

"Thank you, Carl. I accept your kind offer," (Y/n) smiles. "It'll also save me money and I'll get to spend more time with you and Markus. I'll wrap up the painting, grab my things, and then we'll go."

-Manfred Residence-

"Markus, take (Y/n)'s things to the guest room," Carl stated.

"Oh, I can handle my own luggage," said woman exclaimed.

"Please, allow me, (Y/n)," Markus said, taking her bags. The woman followed the android up the staircase and to the guest room. He sat her bags on the bed while the young artist looked around the vast room. She admired the few paintings that hung on the walls, amazed at their beauty. "(Y/n)?"

The woman snaps her gaze back to Markus. "Yes?"

"Would you like anything to drink before you go to bed?"

"Oh, no. Thank you, though, Markus. I'm beat and definitely need to go to bed as soon as possible. I'll see you in the morning," (Y/n) smiles. The android smiles in return before leaving.

-Next Morning-

(Y/n) woke up around eight and searched the house for Markus, not wishing to disturb Carl this early in the morning. She wandered down the stairs and found the machine admiring her painting that Carl had bought last night. During the night, Markus had found the perfect place to hang it right in the living room.

"Good morning, Markus," (Y/n) cheerfully greets, grabbing his attention.

His head snaps towards her, startled slightly by her sudden presence. "Good morning, (Y/n)."

"I'm honored you love my painting so much. No one has ever gazed so passionately at my work for so long."

"Where were you when you painted this?"

"Austria. I was walking around the outskirts of Vienna in fall and came upon a stream. Luckily, I had my sketch pad and a pencil in my backpack."

"Do you plan on returning to Europe?"

"Not anytime soon. Those plane tickets aren't exactly cheap. I sold my apartment in Vienna and traveled to Paris just to get a better deal on plane tickets back to Detroit. Not the sanest idea, but I did save a few hundred bucks."

Just then, the sound of the front door opening caught their attention. "Dad?" Markus and (Y/n) recognized the voice that was calling out to Carl. Leo walked into the living room, his eyes falling on the two figures standing in front of the painting. "(Y/n)?"

"Hey, Leo. Haven't seen you in awhile," the woman responds with a small smile. She noticed the rings around his eyes and the sway in his step. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," he lazily responds.

(Y/n) raised a brow, noting the other signs of drug use. "Why're you here early in the morning?"

"Just... need a few bucks," Leo admits.

"For what?" (Y/n) crosses her arms in disapproval.

"For, uh..."

(Y/n) sighs in disbelief. "Leo, let's talk in private."

"Um, sure."

(Y/n) and Leo left, leaving Markus all alone. The android was worried about leaving her alone with Carl's son, but he shook the feeling away and went to wake up his owner.

After tending to Carl's normal morning routine, Markus made breakfast for both Carl and (Y/n). The old man sat at the table as the machine placed the meals down. "Have you seen (Y/n), Markus?"

"Yes. She's outside talking to Leo," he responds while pouring a cup of tea.

At the sound of his son's name, Carl sighed and leaned back in his wheelchair. "What is he wanting now?"

"Money."

Carl pinched the bridge of his nose. "He's not getting another cent from me."

After a short silence, (Y/n) entered the room. Carl and Markus glanced at the young woman, noticing the cut on her cheek. "Sorry for taking so long."

"What happened?" Carl questioned.

Markus sat the tea pot down before quickly tending to (Y/n). He took her hand and pulled a chair out for her as she spoke. "A small scuffle with Leo. He snapped when I told him to leave."

"I'm sorry about my son's behavior, (Y/n)," Carl apologizes.

"Don't worry about it." She winces slightly when Markus pressed a wet napkin against the cut. He dabbed the minuscule wound lightly, stealing a glance into her (e/c) eyes while her attention was focused on Carl.

The two ate breakfast once (Y/n)'s wound was cleaned. The trio talked non-stop for an hour before Markus cleaned up the table with help from (Y/n). As the two were washing dishes, the young artist glanced at Markus. "Would it be alright if you modeled for me?"

Markus met (Y/n)'s gaze, setting the dish down in the sink. "A model?"

"I'd like for you to be the center of my next piece. I also think it would be a great way to start my upcoming collection."

Markus agreed and after they finished the dishes, the duo headed to the studio. Carl gladly granted (Y/n) permission to use his supplies and any spare canvas she desires. The artist grabbed a canvas, a handful of pencils, and a stool. Markus helped set up the easel as she sharpened the pencils.

"Alright. I don't know what androids consider 'normal', but just be yourself. It's no fun drawing someone who's stiff as a rock," (Y/n) smiles.

Markus did just that. He acted like his usual self, allowing (Y/n) to sketch him. She didn't complain as he walked around the studio and cleaned up the various messes and organized the paints, pencils, paintings, and brushes. The woman was able to get the details of his body that she needed in order to complete her sketch, which took a couple of hours.

(Y/n) placed the pencil down, graphite smeared across both of her hands. "Now, all I need to do is paint-" A faint ringing came from her back pocket. (Y/n) pulled out her phone and saw her mother was calling. She accepts the call and Markus couldn't help but listen. "Uh, yeah. I can book a flight this afternoon. Love you."

Markus watched as (Y/n) slid the device back into her pocket before their eyes locked. "That was my mom. My dad's in the hospital and he's not doing so well. I'll need to book a flight to Tampa ASAP."

"I will book a flight for you, (Y/n)," Markus said.

"Thank you, Markus. I'm gonna go tell Carl."

The woman left the android in the studio. Markus did as he promised and booked (Y/n) a flight within minutes. After he was done with the booking, he wandered to the canvas and stared at the sketch. Markus' eyes widened when he saw himself, every detail perfect.

Ten minutes later, (Y/n) returned and Markus told her about the airline ticket to Florida. "Your flight leaves at five this evening, (Y/n)."

"Thank you for your help, Markus. How much do I owe for the ticket?"

"Do not worry about it. Carl wished for me to tend to your every need, even with transportation."

"I appreciate it, but plane tickets aren't cheap."

"(Y/n), stop. You don't owe a cent to me," Carl said as he entered the studio. "You can repay me by keeping us filled in on (F/n). I hope he'll be alright."

"Thank you for everything, Carl, Markus. I really was hoping to spend a few more days in Detroit before heading to visit my parents. I'll call you the moment I land in Tampa and update you on my father's condition. I guess... I should get my things together."

"I will help, (Y/n)," Markus said.

"After you've made yourself at home, you've got to pack already," Carl sighs.

"I'll be back in Detroit before you know it," she smiled.

(Y/n) and Markus headed upstairs and packed her things. Checking the time, the duo realized it was only fifteen past ten. The woman sighed. "My flight leaves in six hours and forty-five minutes. Could you... show me around Detroit, Markus?"

The android smiled and nodded. "Of course, (Y/n)."

-Four Hours Later-

Back at the Manfred Residence, Markus grabbed (Y/n)'s bags as she said goodbye to Carl. The android contacted a taxi for her and both waited outside for the vehicle to arrive. The taxi arrived a few minutes later and the android placed her bags in the back seat. "You can pick up your ticket at the service desk at the airport. What about your sketch?"

"I'm gonna leave it here and finish it when I return. Thank you for everything, Markus," (Y/n) beams happily.

He smiled back. "I hope to see you again soon, (Y/n)."

She nodded, her smile widening. "Me, too. I'll see you soon, Markus."
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PS- Remember, there will be a part two!😄