Disclaimer: I do not own Detroit Become Human or related characters.

A/N: One thing I noticed about Connor's death scene in the Stratford Tower kitchen is the fact that his thirium regulator was right behind Hank. So, I decided to make my own version of events combing the scene where Connor saves himself and the scene where he dies.

"H-Hank! ...Hank I n-need help!" Connor cried, his voice strained as he watched the deviant make a run for it. His thirium regulator was several feet away, lying on the floor while his left hand was impaled by a knife, pinning him to the counter behind him. There was a warning on his HUD, a countdown until his systems shut down due to the absence of the vital biocomponet.

His gaze found the nearest chair and he kicked it over, hoping then noise would be more effective in getting Lieutenant Anderson's attention. There was still no reply. Connor couldn't wait much longer, he'd have to save himself. Turning his attention to the knife, he reached over with a slightly uncoordinated hand and pulled it out. He hit the floor with a thud, if he'd been human perhaps it would have hurt.

"Hank! H-hank... I need help!" he called out once more as he crawled towards the thirium regulator. It was a very slow process and he was beginning to suspect he wouldn't reach it in time.

He heard approaching footsteps, and raised his eyes to see Hank enter the room. The man's eyes widened and there was concern in his voice as he rushed over, "Connor! Hang on son, hang on! We're gonna save you, hang on..." he knelt beside him and rolled Connor over, his head coming to rest against Lieutenant Anderson's thigh.

He looked up at Hank, though his vision was static-y he could see the concern in the detective's eyes, "th-thirirum... reg-ulator..." he gasped gesturing weakly to the biocomponet. Connor's vision was starting to dim, the count down dangerously low.

5...

Hank said something as he twisted to look at the componet but Connor couldn't make out the words. The darkness at the edge of his vision growing.

4...

All he could see now was the red warning on his HUD informing him of imminent system shut down.

3...

2...

Connor jolted, gasping as the thirium regulator was put back in place. His systems began to stabilize, his vision flickering before the sight of Lieutenant Anderson's concerned face became visible.

"Connor?" Hank's voice was quiet, worried. "You gonna be alright?" Connor realized the detective's hand was still resting over the spot on his chest where his thirium regulator was. He didn't know why, but he decided to place his uninjured hand on top of Hank's.

"Yes," Connor murmured, watching as Hank's shoulder slumped slightly as he gave a relieved sigh, "Thank you, Hank."

"Don't do that again," Hank snarled, his concern replaced by anger, "You scared the shit out of me!"

"I am sorry, Lieutenant," Connor replied as he sat up slowly, "I will do my best."

Hank sighed, but said nothing more. What else could Connor say, really? Their line of work was dangerous and promises to remain unharmed couldn't be made. Not if one intended to keep them anyway. He stood up, holding out his uninjured hand to pull Hank to his feet. Near death experience or not, they still had a case to solve.