Hello everybody! Warning, I have not written for yearssss and I'm going to be honest, kinda nervous about my dusty writing skills but I hope that as the characters grow, I will too and you guys will be there to see it. All in All, what started this story was the concept of "What if Hank Anderson had a daughter?(in addition to Connor)" And honestly, I just really wanted a lot of family fluff and thought it would be interesting to see how the story would flow because we have this very rough character, Hank, and a young android still learning to be deviant and I thought it would be cool to see how the family dynamic would change :D

But mostly I wanted to see a doting Hank and big brother Connor .~

Also another thing is that this story is sorta a suddenly appeared into the Video Game world kind of story, because I have been addicted to transmigration/reincarnation into a new world japanese novels(so some tropes from that genre will be included, if you can recognize them) and also im currently addicted to family fluff(as you can see in the tags). Well, overall I hope you enjoy my first chapter!


-Dec 13th 2038-7:00pm-Detroit-

Despite having experienced a month of deviancy, Connor was still getting used to the concept of having feelings and emotions. And as of right now, the emotion that he was feeling the most was annoyance. He was sure that his LED was spinning yellow at this point, but he didn't care to hide it. Hank had been continuously complaining every five minutes about being sent on street patrol while it was snowing out. Of course, the snow wasn't as bad as usual; today's weather forecast had said that they would get at most a coating or an inch. Furthermore, although temperatures in Detroit right now were at 32 degrees Fahrenheit, Hank had turned the heat on in the old car making the street patrol ride quite comfortable.

As Connor sunk into the worn-out chair, he noticed that about 12 feet ahead of their current position was someone standing in the middle of the street. He got up just a bit closer to the windshield, earning himself a curse from the Lieutenant. However, he simply ignored it in favor of concentrating on the person ahead. He was correct, with his mechanical eyes he was able to zoom in and brighten up his vision in the night sky and see an East Asian teenage girl shivering in the middle of the road.

"Hank, we need to pull up on the street ahead, there seems to be a girl standing in the middle of the road. She looks very confused."

Hank let out an exasperated sigh. "Well, why the f*ck isn't she leaving the street?"

Connor quickly returned his eyes to his normal vision before answering back Hank's unruly comment.

"She's in pajamas and looks lost. It is best to check up on her."

"Yeah, yada yada yada. I got it, I'm moving the car. How old this girl?"

"I would say in the teens. But what I'm most concerned about is that she is not wearing proper outerwear. I predict that if she stays outside like that for 15 more minutes she could potentially reach a state of hypothermia." Well, Connor couldn't determine how long the girl had been standing outside already, but with all this snow blowing around he suspected they needed to quickly take action regardless.

"What?! Oh sh*t, what did you say earlier? That she's just up the street?" Hank began to speed up his engine compared to his original snail-like pace before noticing the shivering girl with his own eyes a couple of feet ahead. Hank pulled up right before the little girl's position and stretched his neck out the side window to call out to her.

"Hey kid! What are you doing out here?" The petite Asian girl stared out at Hank in alarm and wildly looked around her while clutching a doll in her arms. It appears that perhaps she had just come to the realization that she was standing in the middle of the road.

"I'm so sorry, I-uh-just got here? I'll get out of the way!" She apologized with a couple of bows before running to the sidewalk to the right.

"Wait! No, that's not...exactly what I meant." Hank let out a groan as his voice slowly died at the end of the sentence. "Connor, can you go out there and talk with her? If she's missing or a runaway, I mean, you know the protocol already."

"Of course." He quickly stepped out of the car. Shivering due to the sudden temperature drop, he decided to zipper up his brown cargo jacket to warm himself up. At that moment, it dawned on him that Hank had an extra jacket in the trunk to lend to the girl. It was probably full of dust and extremely worn out, but it will have to do for now. He went to the back trunk and heaved out the large black leather jacket with wool lining. Shaking it, he watched dust fall out of the jacket and float alongside the snowflakes drifting in the wind. He silently hoped the jacket wasn't too contaminated that it caused further harm to the girl than comfort.

Tucking the jacket around his arm, he approached the Asian girl on the sidewalk and she seemed to back away a bit with each step he was taking forward.

"I'm not here to hurt you," Connor put his hands up with his palms open to her. "I'm with the DPD and we were concerned about you being in this harsh weather." He pulled out the badge that he had received a month ago and a smile escaped his lips subconsciously as he recalled the joyous occasion.

She slowly approached him and this time he can clearly see her in the blowing snow without having to use his advanced technology. She was about 5'1" based on his calculations, had pale white skin, light brown eyes, and slightly wavy black hair that reached past her shoulders. At the moment, she was wearing a matching top and bottom gray pajamas spotted with little red-nosed reindeer and a pair of purple indoor slippers. He also noted that the doll she was clutching was from the game Overwatch and the character was Dva. Huh, we have a gamer here then.

"May I ask what is your name?" Her reaction to his question seemed a bit surprising, as her eyes quickly widened and her jaw dropped a bit. What it really that surprising of a question? Or did it have something to do with his appearance?

She quickly shook her head, "I'm sorry about that," and waved away whatever was in her head and bothering her. "My name is Alina." She made an attempt to smile back, but it quickly wavered away as she shuddered in the cold.

"And what you are doing out here in a winter storm? Do you need a lift? Are you lost?" He took the chance to wrap Hank's jacket around the small girl and felt his thirium pump settle down as the girl stopped shivering as much.

"Y-yes. I just got here, I'm kinda lost. Can you help me?"

He gave her a quick nod before guiding her to Hank's car and letting her sit in the back seat.

"So what's your problem kid? Is the heat back there good? Man, you almost look like a frozen snowman back there." Hank took a look at the heater status and turned up the dial a bit.

"Is it alright," Alina took a glance at the window, "if I can ask a question first?" Her voice wavering as she turned her attention back to us.

"Sure, question away."

"Um, can you tell me where we are?" She asked softly while squinting through the car window, amiss the snowy storm raging.

Using his internal GPS coordinates, Connor was successfully able to convert them into Street names.

"We're currently following Dubois Street, and we found you just past the intersection of Dubois and East Canfield Street." He looked up to the rear-view mirror to see that Alina had creased her brows in response to his coordinates.

Biting her lips, it took her a few seconds before she uttered a follow up question.

"Hmm, is it alright if I can get the city name? You said earlier that you were part of the DPD, which city police department is that? I don't really recognize that as my city's police department."

Hank looked bewildered for a second and took a quick look at the rear-view mirror before he answered back.

"This is Detroit. Where are you from?"

"We're in...Detroit?" The words seemed to have slowly tumbled out of her and with his advanced hearing he noticed that her heart rate had gone up too. Her eyes were no longer focused and in a daze for a few moments. Judging by her reaction, he assumed she was displaced very quickly and without her knowledge or consent. He began complying a list of possible reasons she was here. A kidnapping? Human trafficking? She's definitely not just lost.

Suddenly, she seemed to have switched gears. She took in deep breaths and her gaze turned sharp and then suddenly determined. That's different, according to his database, most kids would panic and need consolation from an adult. But here she was, becoming calm and focused, as if she was trying to take control of the situation…like an adult. Her face grew dark as she went into intense thinking, and he watched as she mouthed a mix of incoherent words. Her face grew grimmer as the seconds passed and an uncomfortable silence fell on top of them.

"May I ask what's today's date too?"

"It's-"

"What date do you believe today is?" Connor gave an apologetic smile to Hank for interrupting. Luckily the older man didn't mind, and just gave a nod back, signaling that he understood Connor's intentions. Alina squirmed under Connor's gaze from the rear-view mirror reflection, going into deep thought with her hand lightly pressed underneath her chin in a thinking pose once more. What was more unusual was that she began to bury her head into her palms multiple times, despite the fact that it was an easy question. Hank shot Connor a concerned look, but still kept focused on the road to watch out for patches of ice.

And after what seemed like ages of pondering, she finally responded with what seemed more like a question than an answer.

"December 12th?"

Connor was going to reply back 'no', but it looked like his expression gave that away first as she instantly started panicking and apologizing. For what she was apologizing about, he didn't completely understand, but his detective skills were telling him that there's more to the story than what they had now.

"You're close enough kid, it's December 13th. Why you gotta fret about it?" Hank shouted back in an attempt to reassure her.

The next set of words that she uttered set Connor's detective gears into motion some more.

"A Timeskip?"

It was spoken at around 200 Hz, most humans wouldn't have heard what she said, but Connor being an advanced android, was able to pick it up. Her eyes were downcast and dazed once more so he assumed that the word 'timeskip' wasn't something she had intended for them to hear.

True to Connor's guess, Hank responded to Alina's mutter with a "Hm?" But Hank didn't press the girl on that subject, instead opting for other questions.

"So you mind telling us where you from? Hometown? Parents? That way Connor can get started on the paperwork and find a way to get you home quickly."

"That...you don't need to," her head suddenly hung down and her grip on the Dva character became stronger. "They're gone anyway."

Hank narrowed his eyes, "What do you mean by gone? Are they dead?"

Slowly, Alina nodded her head back in reply while keeping her head down and tucked over the Dva doll. To his left, Hank let out an exasperated sigh and rubbed the corners of his clearly worn out face. Connor noticed that when it came to death cases, especially the ones with families, Hank has a tendency to tense up a bit. He could tell Hank was in no mood to deal with this case today.

"Any friends or acquaintances you can stay with?" Hank kept his attention on the road for slippery spots, but Connor noticed that Hank's grip on the steering wheel grew slightly tighter. He mentally made a reminder to later ask Hank if he was alright once they were out of Alina's sights.

"…"

Alina didn't respond immediately, which worried Connor over how Alina was going to reply.

He watched as the edges of her lips turn into a frown. "Nah. They're gone too."

An empty silence hung over the car after this. Connor wanted to ask more. If all of her family and acquaintances were gone, did that mean they all died in a natural disaster? Or perhaps a massacre? It's one thing to be an orphan, but another thing when everyone you know and love is gone too. Though, it may simply be the case that Alina simply didn't know many people. His curiosity was getting the better of him, but he took one look at Hank's strained expression and knew that it wasn't good to press on in these types of situations. He was still learning and getting used to the concept of emotions, but he was starting to understand what things were considered emotionally appropriate in varying situations.

The car ride ended up silent on the rest of the way to the DPD and they quickly ended up at the station within five minutes. The trio walked into the station together and were greeted by some stares from the rest of the department that was still there. It made sense considering they mostly worked in the Android Homicide Department, and today they walked in with a small teenage girl by their side.

Hank smirked at Alina's awe with her twinkling eyes looking all around her.

"Welcome to DPD's Central Station kid. I'll get you set up real quick with someone that helps out orphan kids. Just have a seat at my desk for now." Hank pointed to the direction of his desk, gave her a pat on the back and set off to find another officer before leaving Alina to Connor.


Elllooooo, yes I left the h out of hellloooooo. That shall be my greeting. Hmmm, so it was interesting to decide which type of connor I was going to portray bc there r like 3 versions: canon connor, headcanon connor, and fandom connor. So i decided towards headcanon and canon-ish connor. So yes, this takes place exactly 1 month after the peaceful revolution. Lol yes, I am one day off, as the revolution speech after their success takes place at Nov 12th around 12:01 am. I apologize if the story had some grammar issues, sometimes I end up missing them.

Ahh, yes I also will be making some jokes that I hope will appeal to those in the Asian community. Because minority reppppp, yay! And also just to poke fun at these daily hardships as an Asian, well, mainly in America since I'm an ABC, those in the Subtle Asian Traits facebook community would most likely understand. But pleaseee don't feel left out if the Asian jokes don't necessarily get to you! I will make sure to put plenty of family fluff, because that was my original purpose alongside some angst bwahahahahha. *cough* It will be related to the politics and power struggle segment. *cough*

So, I hope you will enjoy the ride with me and I will be doing some Q&A sessions if anything needs clarification or if you are curious behind some of the storyboard stuff I've done so far. Or if you just wanna ask the story characters so stuff, like their favorite color or favorite sibling activity.

Critiques are welcomed! Bc I haven't written in forever and am looking forward to evolving my writing. Had a little trouble filling the gaps between dialogue for this chapter, but i hope in time I will be able to make the writing smoother.

Ladies n gentle good night! Or good morning, idk where you guys are around the world.

Ps, if you have any sibling stories feel free to pm or comment and I might include them as siblings drabbles .~

Fun Fact: Dubois St and East Canfield Street are indeed real streets of Detroit, looked up street view in Google maps for a suitable location for the 1st meet up, if you wanna see what that area is like.