Right to set the scene: This story takes place around eighteen years after the events of Fallout 3. The protagonist, Callum Almodovar, is the son of the Lone Wanderer, Gavin Scott, and Vault 101's Overseer, Amata Almodovar.

I do not own Fallout or any of the Fallout related articles mentioned throughout this story, Bethesda does and so on and so forth…

Also, this is a redux of a redux. Just to let you know because my crappy computer decided to break. Got another one now so I'm in it till the end!

We start in the vault just after the 2295 edition of the G.O.A.T…

CHAPTER 1: IN THE BEGINNING

"Father… Dad… is it actually you? Really you? I can't believe it. How did I manage to find you?" Funny. No matter how surreal or bizarre a dream, you still believe it without doubt.

"What are you mumbling about, boy?" A familiar voice echoed. The words did not come from the mouth of the person I believed to be my father. "Callum! Wake up you lazy boy!" The voice boomed, snapping me out of my dream and back to reality.

I jumped up so violently that it was like I had been poked in the ass with a cattle prod. While doing so I had smashed my head off of something, and damn I hit it hard. I ripped my eyes open and instinctively moved my hand to cover the now throbbing pain in my forehead. It was then that I noticed what the 'something' that I hit was. It was Mr. Brotch, the vault teacher. In head-butting him I had successfully burst open some part of his face which, from what I could see, was likely his nose.

Right... of course I was unbelievably happy that I had just basically assaulted the teacher and destroyed his face... but that was not how I felt at that moment in time.

"AUGGHH!" screamed Mr. Brotch, spit flying from his mouth, "What in the Overseer's name are you trying to do? You're lucky that wasn't deliberate, boy!" He screamed, gesturing at his seeping nose. The blood had already mixed in with the dark hair of his moustache, which had evidently stemmed the flow past his upper lip. "I thought that when the Overseer upped the age of sitting the GOAT to 17 it would have stopped ridiculous matters like this caused by imaturity?" He rambled on, typical of him these days as he was starting to get on a bit.

"How is this anything to do with imaturity?" I grumbled to myself, knowing that Mr. B in his old age would never in a million years hear me. There was no point flat out arguing with him, as a seventeen year old, your opinion just didn't quite matter a fuck yet, "I'm sorry, it was an accident. You startled me!" I admited, although louder so he could hear me.

He sighed, "Yes, I know but nonetheless, I shall have to tell your mother about this." Once again repeating the gesture to his face. "Even if this hadn't happened I still would've had to tell her about you sleeping in class!" Mr. Brotch stood up and hurried over to his desk to grab a paper towel for his nose.

"NO!" I pleaded, shooting up from the chair and making it fly backwards. "She's the overseer, she'll have to put on a stern show, she'll kill me! I wouldn't have been sleeping if I hadn't finished the G.O.A.T. So damned early!" I shouted, beginning to bite my nails like I always did when I was nervous.

"I'm well aware of your situation, Almodovar, but this is unacceptable. That aside, I'm sure you want to know what your result is for your exam, am I right?" Mr. Brotch picked up my test paper from my desk and took a look at it, cross-referencing my answers with whatever bullshit answer grid there was for questions that apparently had 'no right or wrong answer'.

"Yeah, go for it." Not like it matters, I'm not going to be in this vault for the rest of my life

"Well let's see shall we?" He took a couple more minutes looking at the test paper and furrowed his brow. "Well well young man lookey here, you always were a difficult one weren't you?"

"How? What's wrong?" I asked, confused.

"You have a conflicting result. As in two profession outcomes."

"How can I have two different outcomes? What are they?"

"Says here that you should be the next chief of security. But it also says the next vault physician, how peculiar..." He trailed off.

"Why, what's so 'peculiar' about that?" I asked, intrigued.

"Erm... eh..." He stuttered. "You should ask your mother. She might choose to tell you, and you better ask her before tomorrow because that is when I'm sending her a letter about our little incident here. Now you can have the rest of the day off, to celebrate, or to pray, as THIS situation warrants..." he trailed off again.

"Creepy old man." I grumbled as I trudged out of the classroom and out into the hallway. The mechanical 'whoosh' signified the classroom door closed behind me.

I started to jog away, just past Officer Gomez's... no wait... Dr. Gomez's clinic (he became the new vault doctor recently) when something smashed into my side which knocked me to the ground. I was then covered my three shadowed figures which I recognised instantly: Freddie Deloria, Matthew Mack and David Hannon – the remnants of the infamous Tunnel Snakes.

"Freddie, I don't have time for you guys right now. I need to do something important... eh... for the Overseer." I pleaded, attempting to stand up.

"Oh, so the little Overseer's son is now not just too smart for us... but he actually thinks he's better than us. So he can say that he doesn't have time for us. Got a little job to do for Mommy have you?" Freddie said in his usual repetitive and mocking tone. "Well how 'bout you give your precious Mommy a message from the tunnel snakes?"

BANG! Freddy cracked me in the side of the face with all his strength and weight behind the hit. The sucker punch dazed me and I knew there was no way for me to retaliate. I tried to regain my composure but was hit again from the side before I even had a chance. I slid down against the wall and landed on the floor, completely helpless. All three of them started pounding me non-stop for about a minute but I was out for the count after 10 seconds. Those ten seconds were sheer and utter hell.

"Callum... kid... are you okay?" I could hear Doctor Gomez's sympathetic voice distantly. I opened my eyes but could still only see white. I went for a double take which didn't help much at all. I blinked several times more until my vision cleared enough so I could see the shadowy outline of the good Doctor.

"Doc... Doctor Gomez. Why can't I see properly? Why can't I see?" I began to panic.

"It's okay. You're experiencing the rebuff-effects of the Super Stimulant Delivery Package that I injected you with to help with your concussion. It'll be gone within five minutes. Don't worry about it."

"A Super Stim? I thought they only used them for really serious illnesses and stuff?"

"Well yes, you are the heir to the overseer seat, so any ailment you have qualifies for 'really serious illnesses and stuff'. But to be honest you weren't in very good condition at all and I probably would used one no matter who it was, Callum."

When I got my full vision back, I realised I had a large bandage wrapped around my chest which I was told was there because I apparently had a broken rib! I then noticed that I was dressed in only my orange boxer shorts. Our clothes don't really have brand recognition because they're all created by Vault-Tec, so the only thing we have to stand out from the crowd to the lady Vault Dwellers are interesting and bright colours.

I stood up to go and get my 'jumpsuit' which my best friend, Brogan Kendall, and I had customised into two sections: with dark blue jeans for the lower half; and the normal Vault 101 upper half. After getting dressed, I turned to leave but the Doctor stopped me and said that my mother was coming and that I had to wait for her. Oh great she's going to go fucking ape-shit when she sees me like this... what an embarrassment!

As if on cue my Mother charged in and squealed (loudly I'll add). "Oh my God! Callum! Who did this to you, my sweetie?" She then hugged me tightly which hurt like fuck on my chest. Thankfully Doc intervened.

"Emm, Miss Overseer...?" Gomez tapped Mom on the shoulder, trying to get her attention.

"Amata..." she corrected him.

"... Yes Amata, he's got a broken rib, so I strongly advise against hugging him, please."

"Oh my God..." She looked at me and saw the pained expression on my face and screeched. "I'm so sorry Callum, does it hurt terribly?"

"It does now," I added cheekily.

"Who did this to him?" she asked accusingly at Gomez.

"It was Freddy DeLoria and his gang..."

"Oh, I'm going to see to it that that boy and his gang get sent straight into jail."

"Christ... Mom, they're 17. Same as me. And that 'contemplation room' we have can hardly be referred to as a jail."

"Well... I'll do something..." She huffed, grabbing crutches and a wheelchair from the corner of the clinic for some unknown reason.

"Yes I'm sure you will, now can we go?" I asked, getting impatient.

"Anyway, Amata, Callum must go easy on his rib, so he shouldn't do much other than lounging around for the next couple of days," Doc explained. Result! Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

"Which means none of your silly exercises Callum!" Mom scorned. "I mean honestly, sweetie, it's the 23rd century, where almost everything is done by computer, so what would you actually gain from exercising? Okay... we're off, thank you for your help, Doctor Gomez. Here, Callum." she said, rolling the wheelchair to me which I looked at incredulously.

"Mom, I can walk fine fuck sake," I said dismissively, trying to act cool, but Mom was having none of it.

"What did you say!" she screamed with an amazing upward inflection and the end.

"I said, I can walk fine, what the heccckkk?" I lied, putting emphasis at the end in a feeble attempt to cover up my swearing.

"You had better!" she replied, with her eyes burning holes in my head.

As we walked away my Mother said to me in a very 'matter of fact' way. "That Freddie is going to be a handful when he's older if his father doesn't take him in." Yeah, as if I'm meant to care about something like that?

As we got to the atrium, I saw Brogy Bear (one of my many nicknames for Brogan) in the little computer room typing on a terminal. I couldn't see what she was typing but I could make out the big, bold title at the top which read: "My Diary, June 21st 2295". This intrigued me so I said to Mom as quietly as possible. "Mom can I go see Gogo?" There's another one.

"Okay, but go easy on your rib baby." Christ, could she be any more embarrassing? As I stealthily crept over to the entrance of the computer room she called, "I love you!" Evidently, she can. Brogan looked back into the atrium to see if anyone was looking at her computer screen. When she saw no one, except Mom walking into the corridor that held the upper-atrium stairs, she resumed typing vigorously into the terminal. I edged slowly into the room and almost fell over and gasped out in ecstasy when I saw what she was typing, it read:

Dear diary,

I have heard that my amazing callum has been beaten up by those stupid tunnel snake wanabees, which pisses the hell outa me 'coz I can't see why those fuckers don't love him as much as I do. That's why I'm writing this, to show myself that I think I might have a crush on him. Thing is, we kissed and did a few other things last saturday when we were drunk and although it may just have been because we were drunk and we thought it would be fun but I don't know. I am so confused because he is my best friend for fuck sake and I know that if we didn't work as a couple then our friendship would never be the same again.

I was over the moon after reading this, so I crept out of the computer room and over to the upper atrium stairs to make it seem as if I wasn't spying on Brogan. I was about to call her when I was distracted by movement to my left. I looked to see what it was, only to me met with Mom doing a big, double-handed wave to me through the window in her office. I glanced around to make sure no one was watching and gave a small wave back. I then turned around, shouting for Beccs who shot up off of her seat and ran at me across the atrium. She grabbed me tightly but pulled away quickly when I winced in pain manifesting from my sore chest. We returned down the stairs to the lower atrium again as I told her the full story and she went to give me a 'feel sorry' kiss. I pulled away at the last second when I remembered my Mother was watching.

"Wait Bee, my Mom is looking at us." I pointed out.

"Oh shit, that was close wasn't it?" she replied, growing serious. "C'mon let's go up and tell your Mom that you're staying at mine tonight to celebrate us doing the G.O.A.T.

"We're far too comfortable with each other aren't we? Talking of which, what'cha get in it?" I asked

"Just a little bit." She laughed. "And nurse, you?" Oh doctor and nurse, I love that idea.

"Doctor, hah, that combination will be so fun for us won't it?" I left out the part about the security chief. I had a secret dislike for authority figures. That included my Mother.

"Yeah, c'mon let's go." she said tugging my arm. I turned to go when I remembered the diary passage.

"Hold on... I... eh... left my Nuka-Cola in the computer room this morning. Those things amaze me. I mean, how they can still be fizzy after 200 odd years?"

"Haha... I know, weird huh?" We turned back, with barely ten centimetres between our feet, and basically skipped into the computer room. I pretended to act surprised when I saw what was on the terminal screen, hoping to unnerve and embarrass her; but when I saw her face, I realised it was dead serious. "What? I know, weird huh?" she repeated. "I think that'll be the main topic of our chatting at mine tonight, don't you think?" She turned off the terminal then we then shared a passionate kiss which was broken apart by a familiar annoying voice...

"Yo gay boy... get your ass out here." Teased Freddy.

"Well, since I'm the one that just kissed a girl and you're not, I think more will believe that you're the gay one." I snidely commented. What the fuck, Callum? That is just self-sabotaging to the highest level!

"You say anything like that again and I'll break more than just a rib! Now get the fuck over here NOW!" He jeered. Man how does he know about that?

"Right." I sighed, glanced at Brogan, and then cautiously walked over to the tunnel snakes. "What is it?" I asked, a bit scared.

"Give me your hand," Freddie commanded.

"What? Why?" I backed off, knowing that if I gave him it then he would probably just snap all of my fingers.

"I said. Give. Me. Your. Fucking. Hand." Freddy said calmly, cockily. So fucking cocky! I hate him so damn much! Reluctantly I placed my hand out and closed my eyes, knowing what was going to happen, when I found out I was wrong. Freddie took my hand in his and shook it as if making a truce, then Matthew and David did the same. I was utterly shocked! As I looked back at Brogan who was clearly frightful (not as much as me I'll bet), Freddie exclaimed. "That bitch still looking?" Steve and David turned to look and sure enough, there was the Overseer, with a confused expression on her face.

"Yeah." they both said in unison.

"Good, this should be enough to get the snobby little fuck off of our backs."

"Don't talk about my Mom like that." I said weakly, trying to fein bravery.

"Oh yeah, or what?" Freddy goaded, coming closer to my face. I turned away in fury and defeat, wanting to completely obliterate him with just one amazing haymaker. Who am I even kidding?

"Or..." I took a step back, defeated. "Just please don't." I half-whispered.

"Yeah, whatever you say." He took my right hand again, and sideways high-fived it. He then brought his other arm round and slapped me in the back and in doing so, rammed his right shoulder into my sore rib. To my mother it would just have looked like we had made up; but to me... I knew this was just the same as any other day. I took a step back into the computer room again, away from my Mother's watching eye and uttered out a weird, high-pitched 'oof' sound and fell to the floor.

That's the first chapter done of the redux of 'The Story Of The New Lone Wanderers'. I realised that I had to make some significant grammatical changes throughout the full chapter. At least there won't be much wait in between chapters being updated, due to most of my work being done already. For those of you that are returning from reading my old story, I'm very sorry for letting it die, but at least it's back and it'll be better. Please review and follow, thanks.