I Didn't Want This Either | Gavin Reed x Reader

Run Faster

"Don't move." Nines threatened, his cold, blue eyes glittering with hostility. He took a single step forwards, just out of the androids reach, and flicked his head to the side. Relief began to pulse through you at last. "Turn around, and move up against the wall to the right of the door." you clamped a hand over your mouth, biting down on your palm to hold in your tears as your terror slipped away, watching intently as the android complied and moved towards the door. "Hands behind your back, no sudden moves." 

"Is everyone okay?" Hank asks, and you didn't dare take your eyes off of the android. 

Before Gavin or you could get a word in, the android darted suddenly to the right. A bullet fired, sinking into the walls, and then the android was headed straight for the doors you had all entered through. He raced past you, drawing out a scream from you and weaving around overturned chairs. He stopped right in front of the doors, turning to face you all one last time. His moss-green eyes looked darker now, connecting with Nines' as the RK900 swung his gun to fire a bullet.

"Shoot it, Plastic!" Gavin commanded, and Nines was about to pull the trigger when the android spoke in an old, tinny voice. 

"It's only a matter of time before you're just like me." You watched as Nines' LED went red, skipping right over yellow, blinking at a stuttering pace. 

"Shoot it!!" Nines pulled the trigger, but he had halted for a moment too long and the android was gone before a bullet could connect with a weak spot. "No!!" Gavin left you and raced for the door, you struggling to your feet and following right behind him, pushing the doors open and wincing at the sudden onslaught of sunlight. It sent your head into throbbing pit of agony. A quick scan around showed nothing- the android seems to have disappeared into thin fucking air. Hank joined you, and so did the androids. You were panting, out of breath, your lungs aching and your head spinning, throbbing with pain. You were beat, both figuratively and literally. Bruises were sure to be blooming across your skin any moment now and blood was dripping from a split in your temple and the skin that had been sliced up on your knees. Gavin's left eyebrow was oozing blood, his nose and lip dripping in the same manner. His knuckles were also stained with crimson and cyan. Hank was the most intact of the group, though pain was scrawled across his face and a split ran across his cheek. 

"It's gone." Connor says, and a quick glance at him shows you that he isn't in the best condition either. The skin on his cheek is gone, crawling slowly back. Blue blood stains the front of his white dress shirt and his hair is a mess. Nines isn't any better, with thirium staining his knuckles, face and jacket. "We are in no shape to track it down."

"What is it with our luck and losing these fucking deviants?" Hank ran his hand over his face, pinching the bridge of his nose and then letting his hand fall back to his side. "How the hell did everything go so wrong?" 

"There's a dead girl in the office at the end of the h-hallway we went down." it's difficult to force the words out as you remember the scene, and what must have happened moments before you discovered her. Your voice was wavering with lingering fear and emotion. Where had the deviant even come from? How had it been behind you? You had no clue, but you were grateful not to be dead. "That deviant just... popped up b-behind us. Beat the shit out of us for a m-minute before we could get away and start running."

"Jesus, thank god we got there in time-"

"Why didn't you shoot the fucking thing?" Gavin cut Hank off halfway through his sentence, gingerly running his fingertips over his busted lip and examining the blood that coated the digits. "What the hell happened to you? Why have you been acting so off lately?" He turned to face Nines, his expression twisted into a scowl. Nines opened his mouth to speak, letting out a small croak and then clamping his mouth shut, LED a bright yellow, unable to find any words. "And where the hell were you? We could've died- if you had been seconds later, we would all-"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take so long." Nines' words were soft, scared, almost. Gavin didn't care, and continued to chew into him. Connor took a nervous step backwards, as did Hank, but you stood right at Gavin's side, ready to intervene if you had to. 

"It would have been your fault, Nines! Just a little more time, if you were a fucking moment later than (Y/N) would be dead and I'd have lost everything I-" Gavin cut himself off, suddenly going entirely pale. Your furrowed your eyebrows. He'd have lost everything he... what? Why were you so important to him? Why wasn't he angry that his own safety was compromised, or maybe that of Hank or Connor? Why you?

"Gavin, what do you-"

"N-Nevermind!" Gavin forced his gaze away at the sound of your words. He wiped once more at his bloody nose. "Just... fucking forget it!"

"No, Gavin, you can talk to me you know-"

"I said forget it!" Gavin whipped to face you now. His eyes were blazing, his face a bright red. You didn't know where the flushed colour had come from, but assumed it was just his rage. "I-" he bit his tongue to shut himself up, and shook his head, flipping his hood up. "Let's go. I'm riding with Hank and Connor."

"Gavin, please..!" you tried to speak to him again but he ignored you entirely.

"Let's go." he repeated, his tone of voice leaving no room for protest. 

"Shit... sorry, kid." Hank grumbled, almost inaudible, as he patted you comfortingly on the shoulder and followed after Gavin. Connor didn't say a thing, and you were left alone with Nines in your total and utter confusion. Had you done something wrong? Said something wrong? His words lingered in the front of your mind, pushing away every other thought so that all you knew was them.

I'd have lost everything I-

You had absolutely no idea what the last words in that phrase were. You wanted to know. You needed to know. You jumped as a hand was set onto your shoulder, and your eyes met Nines' icy blue ones. 

"We should go, Detective. I've notified Fowler of what has happened. He wants us to path up our wounds at home and we can take the remainder of the day off." You simply nod. You can't find the words to speak. You're exhausted, confused, hurt- so many emotions battle for dominance, and at the center of it all is the thought of Gavin. Nines doesn't ask, and you didn't have to offer as you hand him your keys and sit down in the passenger seat. You can't get him and his words out of your mind for the entire silent ride home. Gavin is all that you can think of. 

(A/N): A good, action packed chapter. This deviant might just be important later too :) We get some softness next chapter, probably some angst in the one after that, and then the plot will thicken once more.

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