Hello. This is my very first fanfic and I have no idea if it's any good but I certainly hope is. I know I'm bit late on the Fallout 3 Fanfic train
but I've been playing it religiously lately and felt the urge to write after reading The Wandering Pair (Amazing story by the way, if you're reading this.) I hoped I conveyed the personalities somewhat decently, however, I decided in slight personality changes for characters that once played very short parts. Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout or any of the characters that are associated with it.
Edit: Hello people! I apologize for the long hiatus in which many of you probably thought I died or something. Long story short, familial issues, lack of wifi and a lost flashdrive has impeded my attempts to write.
"Come on, let's go get some lunch." Amata Almovador said as she walked out of the room. Quickly, Douglas followed Amata as she left the room, falling in just behind her. They walked mostly in silence, as they thought about their test results, or more accurately, the questions they had to answer to get said results. Amata was clearly happy with her test results, each step bouncy and happy, while Douglas got stuck with a job most teenagers and their parents dreaded. He just hoped his dad knew some exorcisms. Amata had joked that if he became the Vault's Chaplain then she was the Messiah herself. Douglas had joked that it was more likely she to be a demon and she had punched him playfully in the arm, saying that just a simple demon was unbecoming of her.
"So, what did you think of question 10?" Douglas asked cautiously. Amata sighed with exasperation but continued on to the cafeteria. He guessed she probably anticipated the question, not just from him but from a variety of the other teenagers.
"My father has a big ego. You did too, when you got that BB gun." Amata argued in defense of her father. Douglas shrugged and didn't say anything more on the subject. Sure, when he first got his BB gun, he had become the self-declared big game hunter. But he didn't act like he was God's incarnate sent to the earth. Also, he stopped declaring himself the big game hunter when Butch broke his gun during a Hunt the Mutant game two months later. Sure, James and Jonas managed to fix it easily, but Douglas' ego had a permanent downsize. Amata began to giggle and Douglas looked around to see what was so funny. When he saw nothing, he raised an obvious eyebrow in her direction.
"Butch is a hair stylist." She laughed. He cracked a smile as well, remembering how angry Butch had been when Mr. Brotch had called Butch a hair dresser. Of course, being a 'waste management specialist' wasn't exactly a job he could run into anyone's face either. As Amata continued onto the cafeteria, Douglas reached in his pocket and pulled out the Medicine bobble head that he took from his dad's office. His dad had given it to him, saying that it would give him luck during his G.O.A.T. but he hoped the luck would go to something else instead. Bopping the head of the vault boy in an attempt to steal its mystical power, his confidence finally got to its peak.
"Hey Amata, I want to ask you something." Douglas said, stopping as they reached the flight of stairs that led down. She stopped and looked back as he bopped the bobble head with nervousness. "So, remember last year when you thought Christine and I were…..dating?" Of course, dating was just nicer way of saying what was really said. Christine had been stuck with the reputation of promiscuity by the Tunnel Snakes and everyone seemed to believe if it was the opposite sex, she had tried to bed it. One interrupted private tutor lesson by Butch and the rumors had circled the entire vault within the hour. Amata had cornered him in his apartment and the shouting match drew the attention of those who lived near them.
"Yeah. I got mad and slapped you." She smiled sheepishly as she remembered her over reaction. Christine had been the one that finally soothed the angry demon of Amata, telling the teen the truth about what had happened.
"Why did you freak out so much?" He asked. Amata blushed and looked away. At the time she had used the excuse that it was irresponsible and stupid for him to do something so foolish at such a young age. Yet, he had always suspected an ulterior motive. After all, someone didn't slap you and scream herself hoarse because he was doing something underage unless they were a parent. When she repeated her excuse from a year ago, down to the exact letter, Douglas couldn't help but say: "Are you sure?" She rounded on him, her eyes attempting to look angry though her bright red face said something different.
"What else would there be?" She demanded to know.
"Well, you know, you always seem to be angry with me when someone suggests I'm seeing someone." Douglas pointed out. Amata blushed again and looked down the stair case. "Susie, Catherine, Lucille..." Amata's face grew brighter with every name that he thought of, without realizing he was just listing random women off in the end.
"What? I can't be worried for a friend?" She asked, though she refused to look in his direction. Douglas was silent as he realized how embarrassed he had made Amata, and remembering he had planned on asking her something. He was about to put it to her in a way that he could play off as a joke should she shoot him down when she asked: "Why do you ask?"
"Oh…well…" It was his turn to blush uncontrollably. "I suppose it wouldn't be entirely crazy to…..consider that you might…..well, maybe it is." He stuttered out as he tried to get through his cowardice and embarrassment. The Overseer's daughter turned and she smiled as she saw him almost completely pink. Vengeance was clear in her eyes and the fires blazed bright in her eyes. "Um, I must be really hungry. I can't think straight." He made up as he saw he amused smile. He hurried past her and began down the stairs as he became desperate to escape the situation. Amata saw his escape attempt and chased him, though his long legs allowed him to take it two steps at a time, allowing him to descend faster down the stairs than she could have. As he exited on the lower levels, he was met with a "Tunnel Snakes rule!" as a fist smashed into his face.
He fell to the floor and immediately, the three Tunnel Snakes were on him, kicking and hitting him as he lay on the floor, hands up in a measly defense. They were still angry about the assortment of bruises and cuts they had gotten earlier when they fought with Douglas the first time. Then they just had the advantage of numbers and Douglas had still fended them off, using the moves that his father had taught him last time the tunnel snakes jumped him. Now, they had surprise and numbers, which meant Douglas didn't stand a chance. Douglas couldn't help but think bitterly about how they finally proved that they had brains to work with right before a boot connected with his head and turned everything black.
Amata had just reached the second set of stairs when she saw what was happening. She looked around and saw that Stanley had left his toolbox behind once more, the aging mechanic becoming more and more forgetful by the day. She grabbed a wrench from the toolbox and practically leapt down the last five stairs. Butch turned to see who was coming down the stair and Amata, using the small opening given to her, swung with all her strength. The Overseer's daughter caught the Tunnel Snake across the left cheek, the impact jarring her hand. Luckily for Butch, she managed not to break any of his bones but the force of the hit sent him stumbling into the wall. Wally Mack and Freddie Gomez turned in surprise and she raised the wrench in a threat. Scared by the fact that they had just witnessed their leader brought down with a single hit, they backed away. Butch was leaning against the wall, nursing the bright red wound across the cheek. She went over and checked Douglas, seeing that he had been knocked unconscious. She reached down and lifted him by his left arm, Douglas giving a small groan in protest. Despite the fact he weighed almost twice as much as her, she managed to drape his arm over her shoulder and began to carry him up the stairs, dragging his feet up the stairs. The last thing she heard from Butch was a low, menacing growl that claimed she was a: "Bitch."
Douglas woke up and his head pounded with immense pain. With a shot of pain with each throb, he opened his eyes and looked around at his surroundings. He was met with the familiar sight of his room and a figure standing in the doorway. His vision was blurry so he couldn't quite make out who it was but he could tell that it was a she. He was able to take an accurate guess after that, only knowing one girl that actually cared about his well-being. "What happened?" He asked Amata as she watched him wake up.
"As Butch would put it, 'you got knocked the fuck out!'" She answered as she crossed the room. Each one of her words stung like a needle directly to the brain. As he reached up to hold his head, she grimaced upon seeing him in pain. "Yeah, your dad said that you had a concussion. He said you need to rest up until you feel better. I just came by because you dropped your hat." She picked up his pre-war baseball cap to show him that she had gotten it from where it had fallen when he was ambushed. The hat was folded and dirty from where it had been smooshed by the Tunnel Snakes' boots, looking like the owner had no care for it. She turned to leave once more, when she stopped and looked over her shoulder at him.
"It wasn't because of why I said. Well, not mostly." She admitted.
"What?"
"When I was mad about Christine. It wasn't mainly about me worrying about your idiotic decision at that age." Amata reminded. "I'm sure you know what it was about." Douglas smiled as he finally came to the conclusion she wanted him too. His headache seemed like a simple pin prick in the back of his mind rather than the pounding it once was.
"Well, what are we going to do about this new information?" He asked with an elated voice. She turned and gave him a smile that made his chest flutter like a butterfly on an energy drink.
"Get better and we'll talk about it." And then she was gone.