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Alright so this is my sad attempt at writing a fanfiction so please be gentle with me.
Awakening
Nate awoke with every muscle in his body on fire, turns out being frozen for a long time doesn't your muscles any favors. After vowing to Nora that he will find their son and get the man that killed her he fought his way thru the vault and acquired a pipboy that finally got him out of that hell and into the world.
"We did it, we blew up the fucking world." Nate stared in awe at what had happened. Most of the trees were long dead and what new ones that had grown in the years of his slumber just looked different then what he had spent his life seeing. New grass was growing between the dead patches and, as far as he could see, no flowers could be seen for miles. Walking down the same path he walked before the bomb fell he saw the same houses, except now everyone of them looked like complete wrecks.
"If old man Steverson was alive now he'd die of a heart attack from how bad his house is." Joked Nate looking right he saw more of the same and when he turned his head left he thought he saw what looked like a working Mr. Handy.
'Ok that should be impossible we were way to close to the blast for a robot to still function'
"As I live and breathe." Said the robot as he made a beeline for Nate.
"Codsworth is that you?" Asked Nate in rather a complete state of surprise. After all he didn't expect a robot to survive being so close to the blast much less the same one he turned on two weeks before he made is run toward the vault.
"Is it really you sir?" said Codsworth with an almost pleading tone in his voice. Nate could swear if Codsworth could cry he would be.
"Yea chrome dome it's me, it's been a long time." Nate smirked
"It certainly has sir, why your over 200 years late for dinner. My, you must be famished." Bounced Codsworth with a glee that could easily be heard.
"Well I have to say you're starting to look like a floating meatball. But I have to ask how you managed to survive the blast?" asked Nate
"Well sir after you and the ma'am ran off to the vault I managed to get myself into your workshop. Granted I was slightly radioactive for about a hundred years but I was still functional. By the way where is ma'am?" asked Codsworth
"She's … gone Codsworth, some man killed her then kidnapped Shaun." Said Nate as he felt both sadness and rage as the image came back into his mind.
"Sir that can't possibly be true, but if it is you have to find poor Shaun and bring him home and I will be more than happy to help you." said Codsworth.
"Thanks buddy but right now I have to ask. My old workshop, is it still in one piece?" asked Nate.
"Last I saw it was. After the bombs went off I cleaned up the mess and made sure that the chains you use to lock it up were put in place and I've been checking every day in case of your return." Piped Codsworth
Standing in slight shock at finding out just how loyal Codsworth had been these 200 some odd years. Its easy to understand because he was programed to but it was easy to see why he seemed so eager to follow even the smallest of tasks. Poor guy has been alone for the entire time.
"Alright buddy could you find me some food after you help me get the door to the shop open?" Asked Nate
"Of course sir, more than happy to serve." Codsworth floated behind his old house used his saw to cut open the chains that had kept his shop closed off for 200 years.
Nate opened the cellar doors and walked down the stairs into his old workshop. After Nora had finished her law degree she managed, thru a very competitive internship, to get a job with one of Boston's most well-known practices so money would not have been an issue. Nate had decided to open up a weapons customization shop besides what was supposed to be his job working as the manager of maintenance for the Giddy up Buttercup factory. He figured with his love of machines and since everyone had there weapon from there time in the military, he figured that it would be a good idea to modify peoples weapons the way they saw fit. So naturally there were all sorts of machines in the root cellar that he had converted into his new shop.
You know human emotions and memory are funny things. When you're fighting to stay alive or your emotions are running high things usually don't hit you as hard as they do. But when things have calmed down and you have a moment or two of quite it can be the smallest of things that can set you off. It can be someone who looks like someone you knew, a building that reminds you, or in Nates case the barest hint of Nora's perfume and a simple picture that sent him over the edge. The full weight of everything hit him like a wall. From the fact that he had lost his family, the one thing he's always wanted his entire life. His son was kidnapped and he had no idea where to even begin. Nate felt like there truly is no hope for him and he did the only thing he could do. He cried.
A/N
Well that's it I hope you enjoyed it. Now obviously there are going to be minor changes from the main story, nothing to big or game changing, like that he can suddenly fly, just minor things that give it a more personal touch for me.
