Title: You and I Are in 'Unity'
Pairing: Charon/F!LW
Kink: Ghoul, Love, Sex
Rated: M
Disclaimer: Obviously, I do not own any of the characters, settings, or objects used in this story.
~This story was written for the Fallout Kink Meme for the prompt Charon's Love. Please enjoy.~
Chapter One: Going Under: A Whole New World
Honey brown eyes set its blurred vision on the lowered horizon. Skin pores dripped with sweat down onto fluttered eyelashes, only to be swept away by a dirt crusted hand. An unsteady heart managed to calm itself from the earlier adrenaline rush. Only moments ago, two small groups of scattered mole-rats and rad-scorpions charged from the west. They quickly ambushed, lashed out, battled, and struck viciously to kill the now exhausted and limp form. They were hastily shot down by one of many Chinese rifles the human owned.
Heavy red blood trickled down from the small bite wounds onto the rest of the slim, grimy, and sweat covered limbs below. A sigh of relief hit the figure as they sunk a needle in their mid-bicep; the syringe injected her with much-needed medication.
"Ahh..."
That definitely hit the spot.
She quickly threw away the syringe a few feet away from her; no litter police tell her otherwise. The metal clanked when gravity smashed it on the ground, and the glass shattered into immediate pieces.
Her shaky arms reached up to stretch out, elbows instantly popped, and the small framed female relaxed near some boulders as the night settled comfortably around her. The corpses of her enemies laid near by, to rot.. Their flesh and meat had already been ripped away from their skeletal remains.
The night air whispered by her softly, it gently whipped around her scruffy, dark brown hair. The breeze almost reminded her of the air vents back home. Home, the place she felt safest, and secure, unlike how The Wastes made her feel continuously throughout the passed days and weeks.
The Lone Wanderer let out a meek whimper, huddled herself in fetal position, and closed her eyes. Wishful thoughts soon gathered within her mind, such as her father still being alive out there and only a few short steps away from her. She would find him, and bring him back into her life again. She just knew she would do it. Puffy, cracked lips turned downward for a moment when a small murmur of doubt over-came her worn mind.
Without her father by her side, she absolutely felt alone. No one out there made her feel soothed from that pang of separation anxiety and loneliness that coiled around in her stomach. Not even the people of Megaton brought her much relief from the overwhelming emotion. Her vision flashed the faces of people she considered friends over in the small town. Moira, Gob, Simms...
Again, doubt spread throughout her weary mind. What if she never found someone out there that made her feel so complete, safe, and happy, beside her own father? What if she were cursed to wander the wastes without a true companion by her side? She shook her head side to side, and tried to think of something more positive. Something that distracted her.
Maybe if Moira's "Wasteland Survival Guide" became successful, she might complete another book for The Capital Wasteland and its inhabitants. Yeah... Maybe she would. With the help of the adventurous wanderer, of course.
She smiled at the idea and puffed out a quiet chuckle.
The petite warrior scratched at her lower back. If only her outfit weren't so overly worn and hand-me-down'd from several different people in the D.C. area, she wouldn't feel so itchy in their uncomfortably rough material. Her nails grated against her toughened skin, she sighed with relief. She tucked her head closely by her giant sack of supplies, guns, and ammunition. The grey-ish-brown sack was her only means of a pillow at that point.
Just before the moon made its mark in the sky, the young-faced kid soon let her eyes droop and her breath decreased. The sound of the wind, her rhythmic breaths, and the soft scuttles of distant creatures made her fall into a lightly to sleep.
For that moment, she allowed her tired body to slumber.
Her last conscious thought drifted slowly and steadily, determined to keep her aware to be on schedule and orderly. Something she wasn't entirely worried about at the moment - obviously.
Today: The Wastes. Tomorrow: The Museum of History.
The young girl managed to reach the ruins of D.C., and to the National Mall. She was thrown out of loop with the tunnels, was trapped in one section of the tunnel, and then by accident she became distracted by her Pipboy. As time passed, she became aware she was utterly lost in another part of the metro. What an embarrassment. Thank God she was alone... At least.
She mulled over the constant reminders and the warnings of the probable dangers the tunnels had in store, but never she realized such things as a human that reeked like a foul corpse and looked of a depraved animal mixed with a skeleton would lunge at her. They attacked and attempted to murder her. They tried to bite her with their ajar teeth, and wanted to scratch her with their nearly skinless hands. Their fingernails resembled more of claws than just ordinary human nails.
Her eyebrows furrowed at the memory, and drank down whatever pieces of food that came up from her unsettled stomach. The idea that these poor, mindless souls nothing better to do than consume her just sent shivers down her spine. She knew it would be best if she avoided the metro station until she needed to travel back east. On a side note, she recalled on how seemingly lucky she actually was to make it out with only a few deep bruises, some cuts, and a torn under shirt. Her heart thumped in rhythm she jogged. Only a few more feet before she reached her desired location, The famous ghoul dwelling called 'The Underworld."
It had been mentioned several times by Gob; the shy, soft-spoken man back in Megaton. He spoke often about the place, in a fond manner. He said that the museum was his home for many years, before found himself as a partial slave to the Irish-bred bastard, Moriarty. He informed her that the very well known placed titled "The Underworld" was meant to be an absolute safe haven for all people similar to himself, in fact. Yet, he did mention they took in -humans- like herself.
His often brief mentions made her realize that she needed to stay at least a night in that quaint place when she reached the ruins. There was an area where they actual beds, for her to rest in comfortably. Supplies, food, and booze to purchase. And the most essential need of all; a doctor on hand. Which she absolutely wished for after all her constant run ins while on on foot. She only hoped none of these people would rip her off. She was still far from wealthy.
She also required someplace or someone to trade her extra baggage she lugged around.
She groaned slightly at the weight of her sack.
Heavy boots stepped in front of the entrance of the Museum of History. She stared at the haunted appearance. An uneasy, disturbed emotion unsettled her for a moment. That skull... was terrifying. Whose bright idea was it to build that above the museum's doors, anyways?
Just before she reached the stairs to the front entrance, she was stopped by a retort in her general direction. The voice was soft, slightly silky, and raspy.
"Someone has a death wish."
Did she mention cocky? Yeah. That too.
She felt instantly insulted by the remark. She gripped her weapon tightly within her whitened knuckles. The brunette cocked her head back. She felt threatened, but was prepared to battle at any time. She raised her weapon for a mere second, and paused. She took a couple of steps forward, and her eyes locked on the person with the snotty attitude. Her eyes blinked twice.
"Wha-...?"
She came face to face with a semi-tall female form in an mercenary outfit that she wore proudly. Her features had the similar scarred appearance the wanderer came to recognize easily. Her hair was the most noticeable feature, with it being a shockingly bright red. Even if there were only a few patches of those red locks that curved around her forehead and the frame of her face, it was still very pronounced. The female had clouded, grey-ish blue eyes. It somehow made the ghoul more beautiful when matched with her red locks.
Sultry, ruby painted 'lips' smirked at the dumbfounded girl. Her words would bite hard, but she honestly could care less.
"Another human with a death wish... Welcome to the Mall, tourist."
The Lone Wanderer glared,"I'm not a tourist..."
"Sure you're not."
She took that remark and kept her mouth quiet.
Instead, she merely asked why this particular ghoulette would risk her health out here in the National Mall. She could get mauled by one of those dangerous mutants that prowled the area. From what the human knew, mutants hated anyone that stood in their path. Such as The Brotherhood. The ghoulette snorted out a laugh, and gave the girl some information on ghouls and mutants; they're neutral with each other. As though ghouls were some sort of distant cousins to those deranged green beasts. The girl blushed crimson when she has no idea there were like that between each other. Who would have thought? Certainly not her.
They spoke for a short while, and the traveler/tourist listened intently to every sentence and managed to swallow every negative retort the ghoul had stated. Within minutes she knew that this ghoul, and many other ghouls, despised the brotherhood. And the woman disdained those "psycho talon company members", and the girl understood the hatred. She found out that the ghoul's name was Willow. What an awfully pretty name for such a 'tough' character, she pondered.
Once the conversation dried up between the two, the girl shifted her sack on her shoulder and headed near the door again. She turned her feet away from the other, and casually advanced to the steps.
"Hey!" Willow passively shouted at the wanderer. "What's your name, human?"
The younger female hesitated, and peered over her shoulder.
"Evelyn."
The ghoul placed a cigarette between her rose colored lips, and flicked a lighter out. A small ember rose from the small stick of nicotine when she inhaled.
"Mhm. Nice to meet you, Evelyn." A puff of smoke seeped into the air.
"Nice to meet you, too..." She trailed off, and darted up the stairs.
Two emotions were known now when her hand rested on the handle. Excitement and nervousness.
Encouraged words helped her past the door. She was ready for anything.
"Here we go."
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Author Notes: And there we have it. The first chapter to what may be a very long journey ahead of us. I hope you enjoyed it enough to leave a well appreciated review. :) Thanks for reading, everyone.
