Note: I don't own anything.
Cept the story...well, parts of it.
This take place after the ending before the Broken Steel add-on. And it's LW/Charon. LW remains unnamed. Has vulgarities and very minor descriptions of gore.
Prologue
Her eyes were sore. As she shifted, her limbs protested, aching and heavy. A soft moan escaped her lips, though she wasn't sure if it came from her. She couldn't recognise the voice laced with pain. Blinking a few times, she saw the ceiling. Nothing descriptive. It was how a ceiling should look. Right? Glancing around, she noticed that the room was bright and clinical, a metal tray of surgical tools lying on a table, a white screen beside where she was lying down. On the wall opposite her were a couple of faded posters. She couldn't make out what they were trying to say.
After lying down a while longer, she slowly lifted herself up, joints screaming. It was then she noticed a figure sitting on the chair. It was a robot. Its head was facing her, dark shiny black staring at her, its hands holding on to a weapon. A shotgun? Was that what it was? A sudden sharp pain shot through her head as a blurry image of someone moved across her vision; a memory? A feeling of panic and fear engulfed her. Her head throbbed. She doubled up in pain as a wave of nausea hit her.
Then someone put a glass of water to her lips. She sipped, letting the water coat her parched throat. When she had enough, she opened her eyes she didn't know she closed. Then she froze. Because the robot moved. It was the one giving her a drink. She stared open-mouthed at it, its black eyes and saw that there was an eye staring back at her.
"Ah, you're awake!" a voice broke the silence. An old man entered the room wearing a long blue coat which reached the floor. She looked around the 'robot' and saw the intricate details sewn onto the coat. Her head throbbed again. The old man had started talking; a tirade of sorts but his voice was miles away. It seemed that her mind was trying to grasp at something but… blank. There was nothing. She stilled when she discovered why that was.
"Who the..," she spoke aloud, her voice unfamiliar to her ears. "Who am I?"