Hi! Thanks for at least opening up the page to my story. I hope you enjoy my first fallout 4 fanfic. I love the game a lot and the only person I want/can't romance is my favorite toaster companion. I didn't know what to rate it, so if you have any suggestions please let me know in the comments. I thought about putting it as T or M, but I'm not sure where I want this story to go yet. Also please don't judge! I just have a lot of feelings about my toaster and it's rough, okay? Anyway, thanks for looking and I hope you enjoy!
I was a little awe-struck when I met Nick Valentine, not in a romantic way, but more like a "what the hell are you" kind of way. Once he explained who and what he was it seemed quite simple, he was a "robot," I guess. Not just your typical robot though, one with real emotions and with more of a vocabulary than "beep, boop, bop."
After a few tours in the Commonwealth, Nick and I had become kind of somewhat friends you could say. He told me about how he'd saved the mayor's daughter and how he earned his place in Diamond City. I think that Nick starting to trust me after seeing that I wasn't too hostile like you're your run of the mill raiders. This is why it was awkward when I started to see him in a more flirtatious/romantic way, and not in a friendly way.
It was a bit weird for me, thinking that I would be attracted to a mechanical man, which was an unfair thing to say because he acted more like human than most people. I'm not saying I have a fetish for these types of things. He'd give me one look and I'd feel like I was one love-stricken puppy. He'd say something and I wouldn't even pay attention because I was so focused on his appearance and not his words. The way is lips curled when he was being serious, or the way he'd chuckle at something I'd said that wasn't even that funny, made me melt like candy. He reminded me of one of those men out of the old Noir films, the ones with the men with heavy accents that could make any girl blush pink across their face. At this point, I thought that Nick was simply feeling pity for me and just kept me around until we'd had found Shaun. So the thought of him even considering me as more than a friend or client was irrational. It was probably best to keep my feelings on the back burner for now, until I either got to know him better or be able to muster up all of my courage to actually say something.
I admit that I had no idea what Nick was saying. He started talking and I tried to listen, but I couldn't. His piercing yellow eyes would stare into my cobalt blue and I'd feel as if there was nothing around us. That if I would look around there would be no one and it would just be us in this perfect moment.
"Hey Red, you okay over there?" Nick asked.
"Huh?" I asked with a face as red as my hair because I knew I'd been caught staring.
"I asked you if you had any questions for me. You know since I've gotten a peek at your dirty laundry, I figured you'd want to know more about me.
"Sorry, I must have been daydreaming about something. Can't remember what it was about now," I lied.
I knew exactly what I was thinking about, and it most certainly wasn't about laundry, the clothes part was almost spot on though. I was definitely thinking about what Nicky would look like if he'd hadn't had all of his clothes on. Now I know that makes me sound like a creep, but I was curious. I hadn't run into any gen 2s while out and about in this Wasteland yet. It was a total natural feeling, I'd thought.
Questions like "Does he have a you know what underneath all that gear,""Is he able to feel more intimate feelings rather than pain?" I'd felt like a pervert just a bit, but I'd thought it was a good question. A question that could be answered later, in our travels if he was up for it.
"You seem like you don't know much about the Institute besides that it was where you were made. Can you remember anything about it?"
"I sometimes get these images, when I rest for a few seconds. I think I remember being in a test tube type room. Naturally, this is where they did all of their experiments on me. Until one day they just cut me loose, threw me out in some dumpster, like I was trash," he replied angrily
"Sorry, I didn't mean for that to be a touchy subject," I say sympathetically.
The last thing I wanted to do was make Nick upset, not knowing much about him sometimes caused me to ask stupid questions like that. It seemed obvious that that was a topic that hit too close to home for Nick. So I refrained from ever bringing up that topic again.
"No, it's just strange to talk about."
"Alright, what's with the get up?" I said, gesturing at his outfit.
"Figured I'd play the part people wanted me to be. 'Nick Valentine, Synth Detective.' Has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"
I replied with a giggle. Nick's charming personality was also one of the reasons I found myself attracted to him. He'd make little cracks about himself that I could never figure out if they were serious or if he was just trying to being funny.
"So, who is Nick Valentine really?" I asked with hand supporting my chin and my eyebrows cocked, trying to look like a smartass.
"That's the question I've been trying to figure out all my life, Red. I don't know much besides the fact that the real Valentine was a cop who volunteered for brain scan for The Institute over 200 years ago. They then implanted his personality into a gen 2 synth, which is me, the old bucket of bolts robot you see before you."
"Wait, you're a robot? Why didn't you tell me? What else have you been hiding from me?" I quip.
"Ha. Guess you learn something new every day. Now come on, you've probably heard enough of my rambling for one day."
After our conversation, I'd felt better about Nick and I's relationship. He seemed to trust me, and that was something I was not willing to break for our future friendship or if I got my way, a romantic one.
