I don't own Fallout 3, or any of it's content, etc. Shift's mine though, along with Fell. First fanfic, please r&r. XD

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Prologue

Bleary-eyed, I sat up. Gah. I rolled over, and fell out of bed, bumping my forehead on the locker next to me. "Fuck!" I muttered. "What time is it?" I stood up from the bed, confused.

Screw time, where the hell am I? Then it came back to me. I'd gotten dead drunk yesterday at Moriarty's, rat bastard, staggered to the common room, and passed out.

I got up and stretched. Must've gotten in actual bed, not a matress. Lucky me. But when I think about it, mabye not. Damned head's bleeding. I pulled on my pants, then grabbed my shirt from the floor and put that on.

My shit better be in that locker, I thought. Or else Moriarty's gonna have a fuckin' knife in his gut. I sucked in a breath, closed my eyes, and opened the locker. I exhaled. In the top cabinet was my clothes and pack.

I grabbed the duster out from the bottom, pulled the hood back, and put it on, then my shades. I found another duster a while back, apparently on a regulator's body. I cut off a piece, made a hood out of it.

The guy had a bounty on a guy, Lucifer, or something.

Then I grabbed the pack out of there. Damned thing. Had some food, little water, junk from the Wastes, spare ammo, and a letter to somebody.

Lucy West wanted some wanderer to bring it to her family in Arefu, but he'd declined, said he was busy enough as is. The Wanderer, as I refer to him now, downed the rest of his drink, then left. Nobody saw him after that. Well, at least not in Megaton.

I walked over, and asked Lucy if she still needed it delivered. But damn! She lighted up like a christmas tree, and hugged me, thanking me. It gave me a satisfied feeling. Somewhat like the feeling when everything's in order.

But the feeling's incomplete without the combat knife strapped to my left forearm, the dual silenced 10mm's at my hips, two spare clips for both right below, and then the jewel of them all.

I'd found her out on some Talon Merc's body. The troop had been ambushed, but not looted. Either the Outcasts or some kinda animal. This was the most valuable thing I owned, being extremely useful to me. A silenced, scoped, 36. hunting rifle strapped to my back.

Damned thing's saved me so many times, I'm gonna have to name it, or somethin'. I spent the next five minutes cleaning and fixing up my things, making sure that my ammo pouches are attatched to the back of my coat, that everything's in working condition, etc.

I then sat back, and zoned out, somewhat unsure of what to do, now that I was done.

"OY! SHIFT! YOU IN HERE?!"

I groaned. Right. Almost forgot about Fell. "I'm here, I'm here. Relax." Fell walked in, dressed, as usual, in her damned un-stealthy combat armor. If I was an assassin, then Fell was a damned beserker.

With her multiple grenades, chinese assault rifle, and sawn-off, she could take down a raider camp on his own without getting herself killed. "Shift! The hell'd you get to last night? You just left!"

I chuckled. "I dunno. Guess I was tired, and came here. Anything interesting happen while I was gone?"

Fell looked off into the distance, as if trying to remember if anything had at all happened, then looked back at me. "Nope," she grinned. "Nothing at all."

I groaned. "Don't be like that. What happened?"

Fell grinned even wider. "Nah. I'll let you guess."

"Jerk."

Fell started to laugh. "Keep guessing. You'll get it eventually."

After Fell was done laughing, she looked at me. "Alright Shift, where we headed today? I think we should go North-West."

"Why do we go that way?"

"It's the damned wind! It's going North-West, so we go that way."

I sighed. "There's no arguing with the wind." I grabbed my pack, and started for the door to the open part of Megaton. "Let's go."

Shift has short black hair, red eyes, and a mustache. Five o'clock shadow when he doesn't have time or energy to shave.

Fell has peach colored eyes, brown long hair, and a twitchy trigger finger.

That's the prologue, more to come still. Reviews appreciated.

Thank you very much.