Hello! So, this is my first attempt at publishing a fan fiction, but isn't the first one I've written. It's only loosely based on Fallout 3, so basically just the characters are the same. I will try to follow a few in-game quests, but this is basically a new Fallout 3 :-) I hope you enjoy, reviews would be appreciated!
A little over two months. That was how long I hadn't visited Gob in Megaton, and that was how long I'd had Charon's contract for. It seemed every ghoul I'd stumbled upon had a shit boss. Gob with Moriarty, Charon with What's-His-Face. I regretted killing Greta to get the contract, but figured it was worth it to get him out of that Hell hole, no pun intended.
"Uh, Samantha?" Charon called from behind me, startling me from my thoughts. I turned to look over at him, an eyebrow raised. "Are you alright?" he asked. I nodded lightly, rubbing the back of my neck. "Yeah, just...I miss Megaton," I murmur. He nodded, putting his shotgun back together.
"Good thing we're heading back there huh?" he said, an amused tone in his voice. It was true, we were less the five hours away from Megaton, but it wasn't enough. I missed Gob, Moira, I even missed Nova. Charon seemed to let the topic drop for the time, slinging the gun over his back.
"I'll take first watch?" he suggested. I was too tired to argue, like I normally would have, so I just nodded. He climbed the stairs of the broken home to watch over us. Dogmeat was curled up at my feet, already asleep. My eyes slowly shut, butterflies deep in my stomach. What if Megaton wouldn't want me back? What is Gob didn't want to speak to me, after being gone so long?
Apparently, in my worry, I'd voiced my options to myself, and Charon had heard. "Calm down Samantha, you're going to be fine!" he called from upstairs. I just shook my head, and smiled. "Sorry, I'll get some sleep now," I called back. He didn't reply, so I assumed he was spotting something, or just didn't feel like replying. I shut my eyes, sleep eventually taking over.
Morning brought a face wash from Dogmeat, a chuckle from Charon, and a shake on the shoulder from the latter. I moaned, sitting up. I checked my Pip-boy, my face illuminated for a moment. The time showed that it was 7:00 am. "Time to get going?" I said, getting a nod. Slowly I stood up, stretching out. Charon told me there was no trouble, which I was glad for. We didn't say much for the next few hours, which neither of us minded. We both didn't tend to talk a hell of a lot, which suited fine. Dogmeat trailed behind, panting.
I heard the robotic voice of the Deputy upon arriving, and then smiled. She turned to look at Charon as a caravan rolled up to them. "Are you Miss Samantha?" he asked. I frown and nod. He told me he was sent to tell me some news. I nodded for him to continue.
"Vault 101 has...been exploded. I'm sorry," he said, then left. My eyes widened, my body starting to shake. My entire life, everything I've known, gone. I hardly registered a man's arms around me, Charon guiding me inside. I looked around wide-eyed, telling him where Moriarty's was. I didn't really react until we got inside. Then I really started to cry, and I turned to Charon for support. He pulled me closer, not saying anything. I could tell it was awkward, but I didn't care. I clung to his armor, letting the tears fall. Nova came up behind me, putting a hand on my back. He didn't seem to care that my companion was a ghoul, probably from spending so much time with Gob. She hugged me to her, rubbing my back. Charon's hand lingered on my back, lightly rubbing it. I wondered why he even gave a shit, but didn't press.
"Come on sweetheart, let Gob get you a drink," she coaxed. I slowly nodded, letting her guide me. Charon leaned against the wall, keeping a watch out. Dogmeat lay at his feet, while I sat down at the bar stood. Gob dug around in the fridge for a moment, pulling out a whiskey. I usually didn't drink, but was too upset to care. I could see Gob staring over my shoulder, in the direction of Charon. He placed the whiskey in front of me, leaning on the counter to look at me now. His cheek muscles turned up in a smile, as he put a hand over mine.
"What's wrong kid?" he asked, obviously having seen what happened when Charon and I came in. I told him all about Vault 101, and he put his hands over mine in condolences. "It's ok smoothskin, Nova and I are here for you," he told me, earning a smile from Nova.
"Gob stop your goddamned talking you fucking zombie. You're gonna scare the godda-" Colin Moriarty cut himself off when he saw me sitting there. Angry, he grabbed my wrist, pulling me off the stood. "What the hell do you think you're doing here?" he growled, basically throwing me into the wall. I groaned, my head spinning. I recognized the reloading sound of Charon's gun, and looked up in time to see him aiming at Moriarty. I managed to tell him not to shoot him, but he didn't put his gun down. Dogmeat didn't stop growling either. Gob grabbed a cold Nuka, and ran to my side. He pressed it on the large bump forming on my head, getting a hiss from me. Nova helped me up, and moved me upstairs. Dogmeat trailed behind, whining for Charon. He stayed behind, never lowering his gun. He started to speak to Moriarty, but I passed out before I could hear what he said.
"Shh Nova, she's waking up," a gravelly voice whispered the best it could. There was shifting, and a hand was put over mine. I knew it was either Charon or Gob, as I knew the feeling of ghoul-ish skin. My eyes slowly opened, to be met with the milky blue ones of Gob, sitting beside me on the bed, his hand over mine. Nova was sitting on the foot of the bed, holding something in her hand. She saw me looking at it, and grimaced. She held up a letter, half opened. I cocked my head to the side, curious. She shook her head, telling me she'd explain later.
"How you girls communicate like that is beyond me," Gob said, laughing. I smiled at him, shrugging. "It takes talent you know," Nova said, giggling. Slowly I sat up, a headache forming. The laughter stopped, and everyone watched me. I realized Charon was leaning on the wal by the doorway, Moriarty was near the middle of the room, and Dogmeat was sitting beside Charon. "I, uhh, I'm fine," I say, looking to Charon for help. He nodded once, kicking off the wall. "Come on guys, let's give her some space," he said, his deep gravel voice ordering the audience out. Everyone left but Gob, Charon, and Dogmeat. Gob held out a glass of purified water, which amazed me.
"Wow, I didn't think Moriarty had clean water," I say, actually surprised. Gob smiled and nodded. "Just don't tell him," he teased, the familiar joking twinkle in his eyes back. Charon backed off again, moving into the corner to watch over us. Dogmeat licked Gob's free hand, jumping up on the bed. I smiled, kissing his nose.
"What have you, um, been doing lately? I haven't seen you in months!" Gob said, looking a little sad. I winced, and grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, I had some stuff to deal with," I say lamely. Truth was, I was kind of avoiding coming back to Megaton, as Gob and I kind of had a fight last time I came here. Gob didn`t seem to think anything of it, and smiled. He wrapped his arms around me in a gentle hug. I looked over his shoulder at Charon, who crossed his arms, looking away, seemingly angry. I didn't think about it, and returned the hug.
"I've missed that you know," he whispered to me. I laughed, nodding in agreement. "Moriarty hasn't been too rough on you, right?" I ask, concerned for my friend. He hesitates, then nodded. I frowned, putting his face between my hands. "Gob, what has he done to you?" I say, in a tone that showed it wasn`t up for debate. He told me how Moriarty had gone so far as to shoot him, and expect him to work the next day. "I wish that damned bastard would die," I snap, then look over at Charon. "Don't take that as an order," I say, laughing slightly. He nodded at me, fingering the trigger on his shotgun. He sent a small glare at Gob, something I noticed.
"Gob? I'll stop by tomorrow, but I'd just kind of like to rest back at my place here," I tell him, smiling. He looked a little sad, but nodded. "Would you like me to walk you back to your home?" he asked hopefully. Charon snorted slightly, a small laugh. Gob glared over his shoulder at Charon, who just raised a brow muscle.
"No, thank you Gob. Charon's already saved my life a few times, he can insure a safe three minute walk," I said, smiling softly. Gob nodded, taking my hand and pulling me up. I smiled at him, petting Dogmeat's head. Charon opened the door he`d shut earlier, moving to the side so I could walk out. Gob motioned me out, and I smiled. I hugged Gob goodbye, heading downstairs. Charon stayed behind, but I couldn`t hear all that was said. All I caught was; "keep your damned hands to you-" before Nova ran into me.
"You almost forgot the letter!" she exclaimed. I laughed, and took it from her, smiling. She hugged me, and grinned. "Oh hey, remind me to talk you about Mr. Bodyguard," she winked, making me blush. "Oh shut up," I said. She winked before sending me on my way. I turned before leaving to see Charon coming down the stairs, and Gob behind, looking a little startled. My eyebrow cocked at Charon, but he just ignored it, or didn`t notice.
"Well, I'll talk to you later Gob, Nova," I say, smiling brightly. "Bye hun," Nova said. "...See you soon," Gob said quietly from behind the counter. Charon held the door open again, and I headed out, Dogmeat hot on my heels. I led them both to my house, a small smile on my face. Wadsworth greeted me when I walked in, and I smiled. Slowly I headed to the back, crashing on the bed. Charon came in, watching me for a moment.
"Are you...in a relationship with that ghoul from the bar?" Charon asked me. I smiled, laughing. "Oh, no. I love Gob like a brother, but I never thought about a relationship with him. Besides, I'm sure Moriarty would kill Gob if he found out he was happy," I said, my face suddenly looking sad. He sat on the bed beside me, looking over to me. He looked like he wanted to say something, but decided against it.
"Can you wake me up in a few hours, if you're awake," I ask of him. He nodded, standing. "Kick back a bit, make yourself at home," I tell him, smiling. He nodded once again, then left the room. Dogmeat jumped up and curled up at my feet, making them nice and warm. I heard a small crash, and a growl, but I was already half asleep.