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

Hope

"Mister- Gavin, correct? Oh, thank goodness you're alright! There are androids here, androids trying to hurt us- they killed us, they-"

"Lower your voice!" Gavin wheezed to cut him off, taking a moment to catch his escaping breath and then hurrying to his feet. "Get out of here while you still can, I need to call for help! Nines told me there was a gas station nearby- I need to go there, I have to start running now or (Y/N) will die!" The Jerry tilted his head, and then shook it.

"No, you don't have a car? You can't run that far, it will take ages!" Jerry grabbed Gavin by the wrist and tried to drag him to the left of the gate but he ripped his hand free.

"No, my car's broken, it's the only choice I have!" Gavin was tearing up again. Despite it all, Jerry still had an optimistic brightness to his eyes. He seriously hoped that he could get out of this alive. 

"I can fix it! I was installed with repair programs- where is it?" Gavin's hope rekindled, just slightly, and he tried to stomp it out. Hope was bad. Hope distracted him. Hope made him stupid, but he set off in a mad sprint back towards his car. His lungs still ached and he didn't give a shit. He had to save you, fix this stupid piece of shit car as quickly as possible. Jerry spotted the car just as Gavin was slowing down, so the android broke forwards and made it to the car first, popping open the hood and examining the pieces. "You said it was broken? That it wouldn't run?" Gavin slowed to a halt at Jerry's side, panting yet again, resting his hands on his knees and fighting for breath. 

"Y-Yeah- he... he said that-" Gavin had to cut himself off, gasping in a breath that burned his insides, "He said somethin' about the fuckin'... fuel injector?" Gavin finally managed to get the words out, and then began to tap his foot impatiently, catching his lip between his teeth and worrying the already-split skin. 

"the fuel injector is fine- the only problem is the air filter, and that can just be cleaned like this," Jerry pulled on a piece of metal and out came a rectangle, filled with layers of dust and grit. Jerry did nothing more than run his hand over it and slip the filter back in. Gavin's heart squeezed inside of his chest as he realized that Nines had had this planned, to some degree, all along. 

"Woah, what?" Gavin grit his teeth, and saw that Jerry was about to leap into an explanation, quickly cutting him off. "Is that all?"

"You should still take you car to a mechanic, but-"

"Will it drive?" he grips Jerry by the shirt with his bloodied hands, and almost timidly, he nods in return. "Good. I have to go." Gavin lets him drop again and slams the car hood shut. He rounded to the passenger door, pulling it open before looking at the Jerry standing, alone, in front of him. He let out a huff. "Get in." Jerry didn't have to be told twice, and ran for the passenger seat. He hardly had the door shut as Gavin slammed the keys into the ignition and pounded on the gas, gunning it down the road. "You got a cellphone in your head or something? Can you call police?" 

"Yes, I can-"

"Good, do it." Gavin was tired but the tidal wave of emotions provided just enough fuel to keep him going. He spoke to the Jerry so quickly he hardly knew what he was saying, and hoped that it was coherent enough to communicate the plan he was forming. He gave Hank's phone number, demanding both he and the nearest officers were called to the park, and then he hurried out some other details along with an address to the one place he knew to search for help. Jesus, he didn't know if this plan would work, but it was the best one he had and he just had to hope that it did- there's that word again, hope. Such a joke. All that there was is trying and not trying, and that was it. Hope was just a construct, but fuck if it wasn't the most tempting thing to believe in. The world around him began to blur together as he sped in the direction of his only hope.