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They were fighting again. Sometimes it seemed like that's all they did but lately it was getting worse and this specific fight made Charon uncomfortable because it was about feelings. The word by itself was spoken as if it was taboo to him which was exactly the problem she was having.

"I don't understand how you can't love me the way I love you!" She yelled.

"Ana these things don't come easy for me, you can't expect something like this to happen overnight!" He yelled back.

The situation was awkward and he couldn't help but look everywhere but her as she yelled at him for being as emotionless as a brick wall except for when he's fighting or angry.

It all started back in Megaton when he walked in on her writing into a little booklet. She quickly closed it and flushed pink before yelling at him to get out of her room and forget he saw anything. That night he heard a clatter in her room and ran wielding his shot gun to make sure she was okay and found the book laying open on the ground by her desk as she snored lightly. He picked it up to set it back on the desk and his name was spotted on one of the pages. Curiosity got the better of him and he froze as he read Ana's written thoughts. "Charon and I were fighting for our lives against some Super Mutants out in the Wastes today and as I watched him fight for me whether it was for the contract or not, I fell in love. That must be what this is, I'm in love with him."

He wasn't prepared for that and the following days he began to distance himself back to when he first became her bodyguard which displeased her causing them to be in this current fight. She was openly admitting she was in love with him and it made him fidget awkwardly.

She was wildly flinging her assault rifle around as she yelled and accidentally pressed the trigger. She wasn't prepared for the recoil and when it happened she dropped the gun and her body slumped to the left as she braced herself for the hard ground.

Instead she was met with warm arms wrapping themselves around her as Charon caught her and she looked up into his face. He gave her a glare that would kill if it could and she glared back feeling her cheeks flush from the close proximity and the embarrassment of what just happened. His face softened and turned to one as if to say 'sorry' and she couldn't bring herself to look at him any longer as the feeling of rejection flooded her whole body.

"Look at me." he ordered.

When she didn't make any movement he gripped her chin and forced her to look at him.

"There will be no more discussion of this. Do you understand?" He said face turning stern.

She pushed herself forcibly out of his grip and grabbed her rifle swinging it onto her back before looking at him with cold furious eyes.

"I'm not a fucking child." She pushed passed him and began walking away. "Let's fucking go."


The walk back to Megaton was one of the worse experiences of his life. Any sound he made received a death glare form her and he couldn't do anything but stare at her with disappointment and anger flooding through him. Could she be any more childish?

Anytime her Pipboy beeped signalling an enemy she would huff and stomp her way into the direction until she could spot what it was. No matter what the creature was she would give a loud battle cry and run straight for it not bothering to take out her weapon as she either stomped, punched or kicked the thing to death.

She only pulled her gun out of it was a Raider who had their own weapon or a Deathclaw that couldn't be punched to death. She was seething with rage by the end of every gruesome fight and she wanted nothing more than to obliterate anything that came at her. It made his stomach turn in knots of guilt and pity, all she was doing was throwing a big temper tantrum that would eventually get herself killed.

When they walked into Underworld she was caked in blood and every ghoul looked mortified as she stomped up the stairs towards the bar he knew so well. After he killed his previous employer, Carol and Greta knocked down the wall and added it to their own store to keep it running. It was a booming business and they didn't seem the least bit shocked when Ana sat down and ordered a bottle of Scotch and a towel to wipe herself off.

Charon didn't bother follow her, instead he went to his bed and laid down sighing at what a tough day he'd had. He was built this way-to not feel anything and no matter how much he tried to tell her that, she wouldn't listen. She was aggravating and he didn't know how long he could keep her alive if she continued to go through her days like today. He eventually passed out listening to the bustling of his surrounding.

He woke right at the crack of dawn and noted Ana had made it to bed, granted not her own bed. She had taken off her shirt and was laying in just her bra and pants and somehow she was missing a boot. He sighed and covered her with the blanket he was laying on and stood up walking out of the building to get some fresh air and a smoke.

He watched the Muties meander through their trenches and finished off his smoke flicking it off the side. He stood there for an extra minute deciding if he should take out another smoke or deal with Ana who was probably waking up by now. He shifted his weight and turned back towards the doors just as they opened and Ana walked through rubbing her eyes.

"Charon, what are you doing out here?" She said yawning.

"Was getting some air." He said pushing passed her to underworld.

She followed him inside to their beds and began packing for the day. "God my head. Where is my other boot?" She said looking around her with one eye squinted close.

"You slept like that. Would you like me to get another pair?" He asked still putting items into his own bag.

"Yeah, would ya?" She said turning back to her bag.

He went to Tulip and bought a new pair of boots and brought them back. Ana was laying back down with her arm over her eyes to block out the light and he placed the boots on her stomach and she groaned lifting herself up to put them on.

He stood above her and watched her lace her boots up. "You were really reckless yesterday."

Her hands stopped lacing and she placed them on her knees as she looked up at Charon with piercing eyes that made him flinch slightly.

"Fuck you." She sneered standing up to try and match him in intensity.

"You should be more careful." He said calmly not wanting to start a fight again.

"Why, your job too hard for you now?"

"That's not the problem."

"No? Then what is?" She wasn't hiding the malice in her voice as she spoke.

"It's unhealthy for your being."

She scoffed. "You know what the problem is? You, you're my problem." She pointed a finger at his chest and pushed him slightly.

He glared at her but didn't say anything.

"Got nothing to say like fucking usual!" Her voice was rising. "Why don't you stay here for the day. Let me be reckless on my own so I don't inconvenience you too much!"

"Is that an order?" His voice was rising too and he regretted it the moment he said it because he knew what she would say.

"You know what, yah it is. You fucking rot here till I get back." She said grabbing her bag and stomped her way out of underworld.

"Bitch." He said under his breath and set his bag down laying back into his bed before punching the wall above him causing a hole which Carol yelled at him for.