Sooo I was playing Old World Blues and I developed a weird soft spot for Mobius. I was going to write a few one shots with him and the Courier, not romantic of course, just her visiting him when he was so lonely in the Big Empty. Then, I thought of what a few other people (meaning companions, random canon characters and even occasional random, unnamed wastelanders) feel when the Courier comes around for a spell.

Some of them may be romantic, but the Courier isn't promiscuous or anything like that. Not all of them will be related, and if they are I will tell but I highly doubt any of these will be. The ones that deal with the add-ons will be related to the respective add-on, meaning if I do one or two with Honest Hearts or Old World Blues they will be connected. I'll say so at the top so no one gets confused. Ok, that was pretty confusing, sorry about that I tend to get way too detailed with this stuff. ANYWAY! Long authors note, don't expect any more of these. I will say that the most frequented characters will be maybe ghouls and the good (and bad) folks from the add-ons. They will all feature the Courier in one way or another, through thoughts or her actually being there. I doubt any of them will have her thought process in there, just the character she is visiting. Sorry for all of the Author Note.

Last thing: Updates will be random, but not erratic. I won't go probably more than two or three days without updating and most of these will be really short. Hence a one shot/drabble title. And I do insist you go to my profile and check over the Couriers stats and everything, to get better acquainted. I do requests if you want your own one shot or your own Courier to have a story. I do Male or Female, no real preference, but I do say I favor female a little more. I can add it in here or I can do it separately, just review if you're a guest or PM me if you have an account. Details on profile page.

Now on to the show…

His biomed gel was filled with sparks as he flitted around the echoed dome. The machines buzzed around him, lights flashing across dials that have went unused for over a hundred years, some monitors covered in an aged green film, rusted around the edges because of misuse. Tables were heaped with scrap metal and spare components to machines he had already lost before he had even picked them up. The lights overhead, once a brilliant cerulean color, were now covered in the same green film as the terminal monitors, the floor still scuffed and scratched from two centuries of wear-and-tear.

All the while he hummed and muttered to himself, checking monitors and rechecking them, going for a healthy dose of Mentats and the occasional sting of Psycho whenever he felt like it. Of course, whenever he got the wrong dose of either, he could feel the emptiness in his domicile and occasionally wandered what it would be like to have a companion or even a visitor ever once in a while, to shake things up a bit and entertain him, help him even, with whatever scientific pursuit he was going for. Though, the more he thought about that, the more he thought about how there wasn't a wide array of companions in the Big Empty. The robo-scorpions were not friendly conversations, the cyber-dogs were fun and loyal, but Mobius needed a conversational piece, something , or someone, that could help him solve equations or simply converse with. But there were no humans living in the Big Empty, and that was what he needed. A coherent, intelligent, human.

And one day, he found one. One that visited regularly, and never whined or complained or under minded his theories and ideas.

"Mobius! We're here!"

Atilla, the Courier who ended up in the Big Empty and enjoyed every minute of it.

Mobius spun around in his place beside his monitors, and he wanted to give her a more warming smile than the one that was programmed into his monitor. "O-Oh, Atilla. Is it that time already?"

She smiled and grunted her way up the platform, approaching him. "Yep, been a week. I got you some stuff too," she grinned, pulling her pack from her shoulders. "You wouldn't believe the hard time I had in the Mojave finding all of these."

She turned her pack over and out poured a massive amount of Mentats. A few packs spilled over the edge of his research table and bounced against the worn floor, skidding this way and that but not out of reach. Atilla smiled proudly at Mobius, and if he could he would have cried. Oh how he did love Mentats! And she had listened when he was muttering about running low on a supply. He had mentioned how he would have to go out into the Big Empty to look for more, but she had told him no. To wait for her, and she had pulled through.

"Oh my Mentats!" was all he could say.

She chuckled and dropped her now empty pack onto the floor. "Well, you better be thanking me soon because I had to go to a few far out places to get these bad boys."

Mobius looked over at her. "Oh yes, thank you ever so much! I shall enjoy some now."

Atilla nodded. "Alrighty, you do that and I'm gonna go get a friend of mine."

Mobius paid no mind to her words for the moment, more focused in his task to get some of those lovely Mentats into his artificial circulatory system. Atilla ended up in Big Mountain every Tuesday of every other week. Came to explore, to play, find new gadgets and of course, visit the lonely Dr. Mobius in his Research facility. She was the heir to Big Mountain, but she never staid too long in the Think Tank. She preferred moving company to the stationary ones in The Sink. And there was only so much her little Muggy could do with his entertaining obsession of mugs and dishes.

Mobius jumped when he heard the chipper bark that echoed through the dome, and looked down at the entryway, seeing a bright furred cyber dog standing in the doorway. It looked around and panted, its tail wagging as Atilla passed and pat its brain casing.

"Come on girl, Mobius doesn't bite."

Mobius hovered in place while Atilla led the dog towards him, a small smile on her face. She stopped in front of him, watching as Mobius and the hound examined each other like beasts of the same breed. He had never seen this dog through the terminals and the computers. True, all cyber dogs looked alike, but there was always something that set them apart from the others. Always some detail the creators through in to tell them apart from all of the others. And Mobius had found this dogs difference. Her bio med gel had a healthy, pink glow instead of congealed and red. He moved around to see Atilla, and she was smiling at them.

"She is new!"

She nodded. "Her name is Roxie, I found her holotapes in the X-8 and…well it gets so lonely when I'm out in the crate so I figured some companionship would be nice. I can't take you or Muggy with me."

"Why can't you take me?"

She chuckled and reached out, poking at the monitor he could no longer see out of. "Because we don't have that fixed yet. You wouldn't be able to fully see what you were attacking if anything happened and I wouldn't live with myself if something happened to you Mobius."

Mobius wanted to smile. She cared for him, like no one else had in two centuries.

Atilla, the Courier that ended up in the Big Empty and enjoyed every minute of it.

She visited every Tuesday of every other week.

Just to run around with Dr. Mobius.