Tyrobot Fluff Taking Place After The Scene In 3x09 (I Think??) When Tyrell Realizes He's Being Used?

Tyrobot fluff taking place after the scene in 3x09 (I think??) when Tyrell realizes he's being used?

Pryce had left after he dropped the news about Tyrell's ‘promotion’. He was to be the new CTO of Evil Corp, a choice forced by his captor, Whiterose. Defying her wishes meant losing his son.

The only thing he had left.

*****

Tyrell had his fist full in the bottle, gulping down another hot slick round of vodka to drown his head. He fucking wanted to throw this shit away, this world, and himself. He had scraped and climbed for nothing. At least, not in the end. He pittied himself, bitting back his acrid stomach and let the tears from his eyes.

In his waking eyes, he was but a glimmer of his dreams. A thing he once felt was so attainable- within this grasp- now faded. Lapping and washing away as it beat back to sea. Stranded.

“Hey, stop that-” Robot pried the bottle from his fingertips, slicking on the cap in a quick motion. “That’s enough of that, it’ll mess with your head,” He resigned himself to a soft tone, sounding worn and kind.

“-That’s exactly what I want,” Tyrell hicked over the table, curled up towards himself as he flowed. Fingers covered his face, burying himself in darkness. “I don’t want to remember any of this-” He sniffed.

His hand rubbed soothing circular motions into Wellick’s back, letting it pour. “That’s okay,” He watched him, his heart sinking at the sight. “But it’ll make you feel worse, okay? And you don’t want that,” He scooted closer, ending the space between them. He gently grasped Tyrell’s wrist, guiding a hand from his face. “Come here baby~” He coed.

The two slipped together, holding one another as Tyrell cried into Robot’s arms. He shook, bellowing into Robot’s chest as he cried, feeling the weight of his life bare down on him. 

The taste was bittersweet and falsely true. Wellick has achieved his dreams at the cost of his wife, the threat against his son, and now- his pride. He no longer had the sense of control he so desperately carved out for himself. I way to teether himself down to Earth, to give himself a sense of purpose. It had all evaporated. He was but a doll on strings, trapped and bleeding before his maker as she watched him crumble.

His hand balled up Robot’s jacket, legs hooked around his wide frame. His shoulder became deeply wet. He sniffled as he wiped tears. “I hate this,” He croaked, feeling himself being pulled tighter against the chest of the other.

“I know, I do too,” Robot bent, kissing his cheek. “We’ll get through this, we always do.”

“How?” His head picked up, desperately looking into his eyes. “How?!”

“We’ll make a plan, we’ll figure out how to fix this.”

“I either accept or my son and I die- there isn’t another answer.”

“There always is,” He thumbed a tear from under his eye, caressing his soft cheek. “I promise, Tyrell. We’ll find a way.”

He took a deep breath, muttering soft words in Danish as he cleaned his face. A constant battle.

 He would need time to put himself together, to recover. But he trusted the words of his love. “She’s going down,” He spat.

“We’re taking her down, together.”

Okay so that wasn’t a suggestion that was a command.

Send me writing prompts/asks and I will create your dreams.

We’re all told we don’t stand a chance, and yet we stand. We break, but we keep going, and that is not a flaw.

I've been thinking about Tyrell visiting the Allsafe offices in S1... just imagine if he had asked Elliot out to lunch or something :)

Spring mornings, skipping work to chat, and teasing banter? My kind of afternoon Alex.

*****

Safety had been Tyrell’s first priority at Evil Corp. As their Senior Vice President of Technology, it was imperative that their data remained tightly locked.

After the Colby incident, it was imperative that he helped the company save face. They couldn’t put on a weak front amidst the controversy- instead, confidence. The rest of the board was far too old and had better use as speaking bobbleheads in front of a camera. They had built the company to what it was but they were dinosaurs of a bygone era. Wellick was far more suited for the position and he knew it.

He patted down his tie, slicking out of the elevator, and strolled into Allsafe. He had a meeting with Gideon Goddard to talk about their next steps in securing Evil Corp’s data. 

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It was a short meeting. It could have been held through a video chat, but with something as important as this- he chose otherwise. And, anyway, it wasn’t his true reason for coming here. 

“Elliot-” He smiled with a formal nod, almost beaming as he stopped by the tech’s desk.

He turned from his work slowly, reluctant to stop crunching numbers and writing his next line of code. He had been assigned to Tyrell’s case.

“Good morning sir,” His eyes flicked up, pen in hand.

He reached out and they shook hands, “Please, you don’t have to be so formal with me. Call me Tyrell,”

“Mmm,” He nodded, looking him over. “You came for a meeting with Gideon, right? To talk about the temperature control in Steel Mountain and our suggestion to regulate it by adding an analog component. In the case of an outside attack, it would involve someone physically collecting each protected key before making any changes. They would need to know the location of the designated space before potentially jacking up the heat in your data room and accentually frying them to shit. It would be unrecoverable.”

“Yes, well, that’s why I wanted to talk to you. I wanted your opinion on the matter- off the record. Are you hungry?”

He glanced at his desktop, mulling it over. “Are you buying?”

“Of course,”

Elliot saved his data before powering down. Grabbing his jacket and slipping it on. “Alright, I’m ready.”

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[Music playing at the restaurant]

The two took Tyrell’s car. His bodyguard drove them to lunch, a French restaurant. A place where you could sit outside under a large pergola with blooming vines wrapped around Earth. Small wire tables with freshly made lattes, a plate of macrons, and flowers in an elegant glass vase. 

It took Elliot by surprise, but he didn’t mind. The place was beautiful and extravagant in an understated way. It felt at peace at its own existence, windchimes glittering in the breeze.

“I thought since it was such a beautiful day, you would like this. I like coming here for their pastries, they’re divine,” He smiled, pouring a cup of refreshing cucumber water for them both.

Elliot shifted in his seat, unzipping his hoodie in the Spring weather. Even popped a button at his color, fixing his hair. “It’s nice, it’s really quite beautiful,” He pulled his teacup to his lips, drinking the smooth hot liquid.

The two made their orders and chatted about work. It was easy to flow like this. Elliot felt confident about coding and security measures, easy technical conversation for his skill. He was brilliant and he knew it. He felt it.

“So... enough shop talk, what does a guy like you do for fun?”

“Umm..” He set down his tea, rubbing his forehead with a wicked smirk, “For fun? Shit...” His tongue slicked across his lips, “Taking my dog Flipper for a walk. She prefers going to the park.”

“Mmm.”

“There’s also movies, I’m a big movie buff. I grew up on Star Trek and Back to the Future- I’ve probably seen that one a million times,” He nodded. “There’s a long tradition of my sister and I watching The Careful Massacre of the Bourgeoisie every Halloween. We didn’t do it for a couple of years, but I really enjoy that,” He chuckled, smiling, as he thought back. “It’s special, ya know?”

“That’s tender,” Slowly, his heart was melting. Watching Elliot relax and exhale his stuffy work persona was heartwarming. There was more to him than meets the eye.

“Do you mind if I smoke?”

“Care to share?”

He reached into his coat pocket and thumbed for the squares. He fitted one between Tyrell’s lips- chalking it up to the sweet tea and romantic atmosphere. “Come here,” He spoke in a low tone, flicking the lighter between them. They softly leaned forward, catching the ends of their cigarettes together under the heat of the warm flame. The ends danced, grazing each other under the intimacy of the light and shared body heat. There’s always a reason to linger... Eyes catching the other, blue eyes glinting together.

Tyrell flushed beat red, snatching the end from his lips and playing with it between his fingers. He sat back, exhaling a long drag, eyes sharp and witty, “You’re a tease, Alderson.”

He snapped the lighter shut. 

Those lips parted, teeth holding his in place. “Oh, what do you mean sir?” Coyly.

“What businessman takes his lackey out for lunch, probing for personal information on an afternoon like this?” He gestured to the sky, “I know what you’re doing,” A stream flowed from his painted lips.

“Ah,” He flicked his stick, “I thought I was being subtle.”

“Nothing you do is subtle,” He played with his end, watching the other. “I like it.”