(This is gonna be one hell of a wild ride.

Still a DBH fic, but an AU, so things are wildly different! People aren't the same, bear that in mind. I like to think I'm fairly adept at giving assholes- i.e. Gavin- redemption.

So now I'm going to do the opposite, too.

The same rules apply for this: Female reader- again, I'm sorry, it's what I'm comfortable with- and extremely Mature Content ahead. I did make the cover but that image of Gavin isn't from me.

I do not know what is going to happen, so buckle up! ♡)

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The rain began to pour before you could even think to pull your hood up. Within the span of thirty seconds you were more akin to a drowned rat than a human. Puddles formed swiftly in the streets, though there were very few vehicles to rush by and soak you further. Neon lights glared in the water's reflection, almost giving the aura of a busy city. The glimmer of that fickle notion: hope. Hope that the entire world wasn't a fucking shitshow.

One look at the male walking beside you said otherwise. His deep eyes met yours, though his expression remained placid. Emotionless. Typical for his kind. Only his LED and the light slowly blinking on his collar said that he was not human. He'd pulled his hood up, as well, if only to feel something in the first place.

Those feelings, however, he had to mind.

"I found it down this street," you spoke up, fighting against the urge to chatter your teeth together. The rain was like ice, running down your skin and numbing you in an instant. "I hope no one's already tried to take it. Kinda obvious when there was a hand sticking out."

"Doubtful. The dumpsters are tall, not many are willing to explore them." Not anymore, anyways.

Out of habit, you glanced furvitively up and down the barren street before pulling him with you down an alleyway. The dumpster in question was a fair few feet away; sure enough, the white shell of an android hand nearly shone in the darkness. The front of the metal container bore the word KAMSKI in white lettering. Careful, perfect lettering.

No one dared to put graffiti on the bin, or anywhere else for that matter.

You gazed up at Luther, biting at your lower lip while he peered into the dumpster. Only a handful of seconds passed before he spoke. "This is more than a torso. This one is completely intact."

You had to clap a hand over your mouth before you spoke too loud and possibly drew attention to the two of you. "Are you fucking serious? Nothing missing?"

"Not from this angle." He took a step back, eyes closed while his yellow LED returned to blue. "What will you do?" Seeing you hesitate, the impossibly tall android was still, simply waiting for your command. He probably had some ideas, opinions, etc... but he knew better than to let them enter his algorithms.

"Grab it. An entire android just thrown away, I'm willing to bet it's something I can fix." Luther nodded before reaching into the bin, carefully pulling the immobile android body out and carrying the thing like a bride. The gender was too difficult to surmise since there was a large piece of fabric also covering it. Perhaps in an attempt to disguise what was being thrown away.

It could have been the sheer size of the TR400 carrying it, but the body seemed small.

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The house was a bit of a walk, but few citizens were out this late at night, so the chances of running into trouble were slim. Not counting how intimidating Luther was, of course.

You knew why he was eager to get home, and you laid a hand on his arm for a short moment. The male flashed the tiniest of smiles before it dropped again.

The street the pair of you resided on was equally as deserted as the rest, save for the figure standing on your front porch. Almost immediately you let out a heavy sigh. "Shall I keep him out?" Luther asked softly.

"No, no, it's fine. It's late, he probably couldn't sleep." That was usually the case. Once you'd come into view, the figure gave a half-hearted wave, the thin trail of smoke from his cigarette disappearing into the night sky. "Good evening, Lieutenant," you spoke up, climbing the steps to your porch.

He was too busy eyeing the android Luther was carrying. Removing the cancer stick from his mouth, he politely blew the smoke away from you. "You realize you shouldn't have that? Where'd you find it?"

Giving him a pointed look, you busied yourself with pulling out your keys. "Are you really gonna interrogate me right now? It was thrown away. Fair game."

"Dumpster diving is illegal."

"Didn't have to dive."

Glancing at the TR400, Connor sighed heavily. "Of course not." He made to follow you inside, but was stopped by your giant android. Only then did the lieutenant roll his eyes and stomp out the cigarette. "Better? Can I go in now?" Luther stepped aside to let the male enter first before he followed, shutting and locking the door behind him. The good lieutenant eyed you as you peeled off the heavy jacket, quiet for a bit. "Want me to start a fire?"

After asking the TR400 to put the body in your workshop, you glanced at Connor, who seemed a thousand times better than moments prior. "Um... yeah, please do. Did you wanna crash here tonight?"

"Is it that obvious?" After hanging his own black trench coat, the taller human ventured into your living room. "So... I never asked. Where'd you get the Jolly Green Giant?"

Rolling your eyes, you grabbed a couple of towels from the hallway closet. Two you set aside, taking the third for yourself to dry off some. "He was broken and thrown onto the curb, Connor. I think he was out in the elements for two or three days cause his hardware had a lot of water damage."

Warm eyes gazed into your soul from where he knelt on the floor, stoking the fire to life. "I'll never understand why people just throw them out. They're so fucking expensive."

"Not if you have money to burn," you replied quietly. "Luther is an old model. They probably just wanted the new versions. I just..." Wincing, you knew what was trying to be said. And those words were so dangerous.

Connor approached quickly, having moved like a cat: without sound. "I get it, okay? I mean, he's functioning pretty damn well, from what I see. But then again," he added, voice falling in tone and volume both, "you can work magic with these things."

"I found him in Pontiac," came the soft reply. It was enough to tell the male the gist: some wealthy bastard getting tired of old electronics. But that only meant good things for you, who ran an android repair business.

Holding his hands out, Connor gave his lopsided grin when they were taken. "Always so resourceful."

"Around here, you have to be."