1.) Stupid Conversations And Headaches.

Morning sun beamed through the curtainless windows as Hank yawned, then held his head in his hand. A piercing headache had appeared once again to kill off any spirit he had left for anything. He made sure to try and calm himself down mentally. He struggled to prevent himself from drinking further, but it really was a hard habit to break. He knew it was unhealthy for not just himself to endure, but for Sumo and Connor as well. Hank was terrified that he could end up hurting them without control and may lose them if he does so. But... he just... couldn't stop... drinking!

He sluggishly got up from his bed, made it in the messiest way possible, then left his bedroom to enter the kitchen. There, Connor was actually attempting to cook breakfast as Sumo sat patiently beside Connor's feet on the floor.

"Connor? What is it you're cookin'?" Hank grumbled whilst rubbing his face.

"Bacon and eggs. It's all for you, father." Connor sounded like he was in a decent mood as he flipped the eggs over with precision.

Hank had to internally admit that he felt a bit better... for now.

"Thanks, son." Hank grunted as he sat on one of the chairs to wait for his breakfast. He never felt as shitty and woozy as he did that exact day. Then, he remembered the reason why he felt so much worse than usual. Sure, he isn't performing Russian Roulette on himself anymore, but he still was technically dying with his drinking problem. He knew that for sure since he finally remembered he drank at least two whole bottles instead of one.

"Oh, Hank!"

"What, Connor?"

"U-Um... are eggs supposed to look completely black?"

"WHAT!?"

The smoke alarm began to beep as Hank's headache started to blossom forth.

"CONNOR! Give me the pan!"

The android swiftly passed it over to his dad without having to think twice.

Indeed, what Hank saw was completely burnt eggs.

"Connor Anderson... how the fuck can you BURN EGGS!?" Hank roared as he slammed the pan down on the table. Connor jumped with alarm.

"I-I don't-"

"SIT THE FUCK DOWN AT THE TABLE! I GUESS I'M GONNA HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING MYSELF TODAY!" Hank hollered as Connor sped to a seat and Hank walked with great speed over to the bacon to see how they turned out. Luckily, the bacon was only crispy. Connor glanced down at the tablecloth, suddenly thinking it interesting for that exact moment. Out of the blue, one single pale blue tear soaked into the cloth. He watched it with fascination for no reason whatsoever.

"It's a good fuckin' thin' I caught the bacon on time, otherwise that could've been fuckin' wasted too." Hank continued his grumpy grumbles as he finally sat with Connor in the dining area.

Connor composed himself before finally attempting to start a conversation. He cleared his throat, then said, "Uh, H-Hank... are you alright?"

All Hank did was shoot Connor a glare.

Connor's eyes averted away from Hank's for a few seconds with blue blush appearing on his cheeks. Soon, he regained the bravery to glance back at his father, then had another tactic, "Father, I know headaches are hard to get through, but-"

"Shut it. Just wait til I'm done eatin'." Hank snapped as he bit into his bacon relentlessly. His dad didn't even look at him once except at that moment when he shouted out 'WHAT!?'.

Perhaps he shouldn't be talking about Hank. Maybe he should start with a conversation about himself.

"Hank, w-when I went on my first mission, the first being I-I saved was a fish. U-Unbelievable, right?"

Hank slammed a fist down on the table, then stood up and pointed up the stairs. "Connor, you are not to come to work with me today! Go up there for a time-out, now."

"D-Dad, w-what?" Connor stammered as he stood up too and rubbed his hands together whilst flinching back from Hank's poisonous energy.

"GOOOOOO, YA FUCKIN' PLASTIC PRICK!" Hank exploded as Connor gaped at his father with complete fear and disbelief, then he ran up the stairs whilst trying to keep his cries deep within his throat.

Connor ran straight into Cole's old bedroom since Hank allowed him to live in there for now on, then he dived onto the bed face down and cried into his pillow.

Sumo seemed to be glaring up at Hank as he scampered up the stairs to cuddle with Connor and calm the poor android down.

Hank's eyes widened with guilt and realization as he dashed up the stairs with solid panic.

"Connor, god I'm so sorry." Hank stammered as he walked calm but swiftly over to Connor, sat the tear-stained android up on his bottom on the bed, sat beside him, then embraced him without a single pause.

Connor held onto his dad with all of his might and never let go as he sobbed into his shoulder. "F-Father, I-I'm so sorry too for the way I've acted." The boy's voice was wet and muffled.

"No, I should be the only one who's sorry." Hank admitted with a firmness that told Connor that he was not going to change his mind in the slightest. "I hurt you. I fuckin' hurt you and you're only 7 fucking months old."

"Dad, you could have done w-worse to me if you were drunker. Just be glad you didn't and you weren't as such." Connor strived to reassure Hank.

"Connor, I try." Hank let go of his son as he wallowed in misery. "I really do try. But all I keep on doing is drinking and drinking and drinking. It's all I know to do, even though I really do despise receiving headaches afterwards. If not even the pain can make me grow a few brains and stop my addiction, then I don't know what will."

"Hank, you should see some specialists. I promise I'll always be supporting you, dad. Like you said, you really do need help. If not the specialists, then I will be all the help you can get if I have to."

"No Connor, just you being there for me will always be the best thing you can do for me. It's about damn time you take a break from my abusive self and wait for me to get better with the specialists. I have no other choice. Will you be fine at home once I start going to one?"

"Yes, of course, father." Connor nodded.

Hank smiled. "Thank you, Connor. I will improve very soon. No denying that promise now."

They embraced each other once more that day.

'I will never hurt Connor like that ever again.' Hank thought strictly to himself.

"Also, don't worry, son. Ya can go to work with me."

Sumo barked happily with his tail wagging and Connor beamed as he was fully back to normal.

2.) Jeffery, Jesus Christ!

Hank was tired the next day as he and Connor drove to work. At least he wasn't having a piercing headache and his drinking problem was disappearing properly. However, his tiredness never seemed to waver away no matter how much time he used for sleep.

For once when entering the department, everyone seemed to work within their own private bubbles with Conan and Gavin not arguing about anything. What a fucking relief!

Sadly, that didn't last too long.

"Lieutenant Anderson! To my office!" Jeffery Fowler shouted out to Hank.

"The fuck does he want?" Hank grumbled to himself as he stomped to their boss's office.

"Ha, so it seems your slave owner got himself into trouble again. Hasn't he?" Gavin smirked at Connor as he leaned back in his chair and laid his feet on his desk.

"Be quiet, Detective Reed. We have a load to work with today." Conan ordered firmly. "I also request that you should put an end to placing your feet on top of desks. We are professionals here completing important missions and reports."

Gavin grumbled as he actually obeyed Conan's orders for once.

M. Wilson and Wilson both shook their heads at the odd duo.

Officer Person and Robert Lewis whispered to each other with amusement.

"Finally, Gavers!" Tina sighed. "You have officially become a thorough detective as of today."

"Shut up, bitch." Gavin growled while Conan cuffed him on the back of his head.

She stuck her tongue out and aimed her middle finger at him.

Finally, Hank was able to leave the office after all those conversations were heard from Connor.

"Jesus Christ! The nerve of that man is unbelievable! He's never on my side, I swear!" Hank threw his hands up in the air with exasperation as he sat in his usual work area across from Connor's space.

"No offense, lieutenant, but you have quite the attitude as well. That could be why you both never get along." Connor pointed out.

Hank's eyes pierced through Connor's downcast face as the android went back to typing.

'God, the nerve of that kid too!'

3.) Not-So-Fun Moment With Sumo.

"Connor!" Hank called out to his now 8-month-old son.

"What is it you require of me to do?" Connor stood beside his father's side who was sitting on the couch. The android had his hands clasped behind his back like an obedient machine would do.

"Take Sumo out. My favorite show is comin' on and I can't risk missin' it."

"Yes I will, father." Connor nodded as he whistled for Sumo to follow him. He attached a long leash to the energetic but lazy dog and they both exited outside to the backyard.

It was raining out and there was mud everywhere. Sumo ended up getting his whole coat of fur dirty as he was rolling all over in it after relieving himself. Connor wished he remembered to take Sumo's favorite toy out since all he could do was watch the foolish dog roll over and over as if it was the most interesting activity he's ever done before.

"Um, Sumo? We should head back inside now. I don't really want my suit to get filthy-" Just as Connor said that, Sumo shook the mud off of his body as it splattered all over Connor's favorite suit.

"Sumo? Really?" Connor groaned as he forced Sumo to follow after him back inside.

As they were walking on the kitchen floor, there was mud being speckled all over. Connor finally noticed it when he was close to entering the living room. Connor quickly let Sumo free from his leash as he scrambled to find something to clean the floor with. His shoes squeaked desperately loud and that caught Hank's attention. The old man stomped over to the kitchen with annoyance, then he lost it when he saw the mess.

"Connor Anderson," Hank growled as Connor quivered and took a few steps back. Hank inched towards him at the same time, "What the hell is this? What are you doing?"

"I-I'm going to clean this mess, Hank. I-I'm so sorry!" Connor's bottom lip was shaking as he was being cornered by his raging father. "Sumo made more of a mess!"

"That doesn't fucking matter!" Hank rolled his eyes. "Why didn't you just lift him up and let the rain wash it all off?"

"I'm filthy too!" Connor exclaimed.

Hank was about to explode at him, but then remembered that one time when he almost traumatized the poor boy when doing so. He closed his eyes, inhaled whilst slowly counting to 10 mentally, then opened his eyes and muttered, "Connor, just throw your clothes in the laundry and clean your shoes off. I'll clean the big mess that is Sumo and the floor. Okay?"

"Y-Yes, father." Connor smiled a little. "Thank you."

Hank grunted with reply as they both got to work.

The new episode was missed, but for once Hank didn't care about it.

4.) Why Is It So Fucking Early?

Connor shushed Sumo as he inched towards his father's bedroom door. The android was still in his favorite pajamas as he was performing his ultimate plan. Very rarely did Connor ever wander outside of his bedroom with anything more than his suit and tie. The 10-month-old solved a crime that they've been stuck on for a while and he just couldn't wait to tell Hank about it! So, he was going to wake up the old man early, whether he'd like it or not.

Connor opened the door carefully, then he dashed with soft footsteps towards Hank's bed, then he jumped on it. He bounced over and over again to wake up his irritated father while Sumo climbed up the bed and began to lick the old man's face.

"Sumo, stop! Connor, what the fuck is this?" He glared daggers into Connor's mischievous smile.

Connor turned kind of serious. "Dad, I've figured out the suspect! I want to tell you what I believe is true!" He was so energetic like a child that it actually threw Hank for a loop. Hank looked at his bedside table and saw what time it was.

"7:00am!?" Hank cried out. "Why is it so fucking early?"

"I want you to know what I think I know about the suspect! Pleeease?" Connor begged as he raised his clasped hands in front of him.

"... Ugh, for fuck's sake." Hank facepalmed. "Fine. Tell me everythin'."

5.) I Hate Birthdays.

'Oh my god.' Hank thought to himself. 'It's Connor's Activation Day. He is a 1-year-old now. I gotta make a birthday party for him even though he feels like he wouldn't want me to. I may fuckin' hate birthdays, but I would do anythin' for my son.'

So, the old man planned everything with the other police officers at work. Fowler was against it at first, but finally warmed up to it when he saw how mostly everyone was reacting about it.

"We haven't had a birthday party here for sooo long!" Tina moaned. "We have got to do this at least once for Connor."

"At least there'll be decent fucking food for once." Gavin mumbled as everyone remained hidden under their desks.

"Do you ever think about anyone but yourself and your desires?" Conan growled.

"He never does, Conan." Chris openly admitted.

"Shut it, tin can!" Gavin seethed.

"Shhh! He's here! Stay low and remain quiet!" Hank whispered harshly as the sound of decorations swinging back and forth were the only sounds to be heard.

Once everyone heard Connor's footsteps entering the department, they all shot up from the ground and shouted out as Connor jumped with fright, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, CONNOR!!!" Gavin was the only one who didn't say it as he tapped his foot impatiently for the food.

"W-What?" Connor stammered. "What's all this for?"

"Connor, you're a year old now. Remember?" Hank reminded.

"You will enjoy it, Connor." Conan smiled. "We promise that."

"Thank you, guys." Connor beamed at everyone.

'Totally worth it!' Hank thought with pride.