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"You don’t like humans, Derek?"
Derek has been a hermit for eight years, living on the outskirts of Beacon Hills, working a small repair shop. For eight years it’s just been him and his fish, which swim silently and bring color to the otherwise drab space he calls home. Occasionally there are people, who come to Derek with their mechanical problems that are too strange or embarrassing to bring to a mainstream appliance repair facility.
Derek has always worked through the solitude, preferring the silent hum of machines and the whirr of his torch to the empty chatter of people. He’s not unhappy, but not happy either. He doesn’t really care, just that his existence is a lot better than working in the military police. Derek had left when the government had started commissioning androids with questionable purposes, and he wanted no part in any of it.
So here, in his solitude, Derek finds peace in tinkering, rewriting codes for the sporadic client, and collecting salvage pieces for his personal projects from the junk yard nearby.
Everything Derek knows is a routine; he wakes, he eats, he works, he sleeps, he feeds his fish.
Everything Derek knows changes when he finds the half-burnt out android in the junk pile.
By any other means it is an ordinary Tuesday, the sun is shining and Derek is wandering, looking for scrap metal when he spots what looks like a human hand sticking out of the rubble.
Suddenly his life is all Stiles: Stiles jabbering constantly as Derek works on his projects, Stiles cooing over Derek’s fish, Stiles giggling and complaining about being ticklish as Derek tries to repair him.
The name is a recent revelation and a relief, so Derek doesn’t call him the cute android in his head, or even referring him as Derek’s cute android in his head.
The repairs are going well, but Derek is loathe to make any large changes other than fix the large motor panel and give Stiles’s left hand a new exoskeleton to cover the frayed wires. His internal circuitry is like no other android he’s ever seen, and Derek is an expert mechanic who has been privy to many military secrets.
At first Stiles’ boyish face with the plump lips and lithe figure (not that Derek would tell Stiles he was attractive, the poor android already had a complex about being thrown out for being an unattractive sexbot) gave Derek a suspicion that Stiles had been built for lusty purposes, but further investigation revealed stranger things that no sexbot would have been programmed with. Stiles had a working microchip that had five times the memory any other android Derek had seen; what was its purpose? Derek guessed it was an emotion stabilizer, but really, it could be anything.
Looking through Stiles’ code was more of a headache than anything, with the walking distraction leaning over Derek’s shoulder, radiating curiosity. Derek scrolled through lines of encrypted data, more puzzled than ever.
Stiles himself had no memory of anything other than his name, and beautiful Lydia that he had been in love with. This was aggravating, seeing such a besotted and quite frankly, human emotion on Stiles’ face, when the android should have been well, more robotic.
Derek was in a foul mood when he got ready for bed, and even more annoyed when he discovered Stiles had fallen asleep, kneeling at the foot of his bed, snoring loudly. This was so infuriating, androids weren’t even supposed to sleep, they just went on standby mode, which was quiet. Derek didn’t have the heart to wake Stiles up, not when he looked so human and frail.
The next night he lashed out at Stiles, demanding he go sleep in the corner when Stiles asked to share the bed. Derek could only take so much when he heard Stiles silently apologizing, “I’m sorry I made you mad. I didn’t want to. I don’t understand.”
Derek gave up after Stiles’ desolate whimper, “I wish I was a fish,” and looking at the boy leaning sadly against the soft glow of the fish tank, he sighed, gruffly beckoning Stiles forward.
Stiles beamed excitedly and jumped into the bed, nestling under the covers and under Derek’s arm.
Derek fell asleep to the rhythmic rise and fall of Stiles’ chest, and a mysterious thrum of what he could swear felt was like a heartbeat.
Aww this is so sweet! (8years are way too much though) but so so so sweet! Derek and his everyday routine :3 I really liked that.
aww this was so sweet! Thank you so much for taking the time and writing it! I loved it! =^u^=