Author's Note: I do not own anything except the plot away from the main Story Line and the idea of my Original character 'Scarlett Tesla'. There are major spoilers in my story, and I ask you to read at your own risk to spoiling the plot for yourself. There may be errors in my writing, please if you could let me know so that I may fix them, it would be greatly appreciated. Thank you and please enjoy.

Extended Summary: Scarlett Tesla embarks on her journey, after fighting Kellogg, to find young Shaun with Paladin Danse at her side. Through her hardships in becoming one of the members of the Brotherhood of Steel, the awkwardness of her dumb side missions and her quest to find her son, relationships are created and torn down through many forms with many friends and loved ones. When she is forced to choose who she is faithful to, she rises to power and claims her spot in the new world. Some could say she became a Queen and made a name for herself in the rogue of the Commonwealth. Focuses around the Sole Survivor and her travels with Paladin Danse, Scribe Haylen has a major role along with Preston Garvey. Many other characters play as minor characters or just are mentioned briefly. There are extreme *spoilers* and Vulgar Language along with graphic violence and sexual themes.

Secrets Bound in a Friendship

It's been a long time since I stepped out of vault 111. About three months or so have passed and I am not very much closer to finding Shaun. I had gone through so much trouble and only managed to blow his kidnapper's brains to bits and learned about the teleportation used by the Institute. After my missions with Nick, I had hit a dead end… I could do nothing but try to make my residential area more livable.. Codsworth has been an extremely valuable helper in terms of keeping the pests at bay.

I had fallen into a sort of depression, sadly building things with the other settlers in sanctuary. I had fixed up my old house to the best of my ability with the help of a few of my companions and had even grown a garden in the back yard with tatos, razorgrain, corn, some melons of different sorts and mutfruit. It was a pretty nice garden I suppose, it fed us nicely after the fruits were cooked as somehow that removed most of the dangers of the food. The wonders of the Commonwealth had never seemed to make sense..

I luckily picked up some really useful weapons and began to start working in my skills, not that they were bad or anything, but Nick says that I have an overly itchy trigger finger and I run head first into danger at the wrong times. Apparently itchy trigger finger and bad aim are a sure fire way to waste ammunition. Looting every container or dead raider I find only proves I should find different weapons as I've noticed all the ammunition I pick up is usually not the right kind. I still keep it, better I have it than some psychotic raider. Lucky for myself that I have plenty of storage at sanctuary because I pick up way more than I can carry usually.

I usually scrap pieces of armor for various building materials, but if in the event I was not close to sanctuary, I have to sell the extras. It's nice to bring home caps for the settlement, it's always useful to have some handy when running low on ammo, which sadly is a lot.

After killing Kellogg in a blind rage and then having a pity party afterwards, Nick escorted me to the upper part of the building we had cleared. Standing on the roof we heard a giant airship approach and continue to repeat some message. I had paid little attention to the loud voice and continued my way to the memory den only to learn about teleportation. That is one thing I was lost on trying to wrap my head around. How was I supposed to teleport myself into the Institute? I was angry and went out alone into the wilderness of the Commonwealth.

Finding the biggest raider group and barging in like I owned the place. Letting out a scream of rage, I took my mini gun that was given to me while helping the remaining members of the minutemen and started expending ammunition wherever the sound of voices emitted from. Hot tears streamed down my cheeks as I continued my battle cry of rage. The raiders were dead long before I had wasted all my ammo, as my blind fury had kept me from realizing that everyone was already dead. When I did finally realize so, I had dropped to my knees and wept like the sad sorry woman I was.

Unknown to the sole survivor, she was being watched by a woman who was quite important. She had watched this dark haired woman with a scar across her face shoot up a whole group of raiders like they were nothing. This woman's sheer fury was impressive as the guttural battle cry was heard above the minigun she lifted so easily. What strength and fury.. That woman just shot up this huge group of raiders like they were nothing but a few radroaches. I really hope she is not a danger to our mission. Is.. is that woman crying?.. This sneaky woman had to duck quickly as a spray of bullets went past her, hitting metal fences and embedding into the wooden fortifications of the gate. Once she ran out of bullets, she sank to the ground and onto her knees and wept. She is clearly not a threat. No kind of threat would leave themselves out in the open sobbing on their knees. There is no way she will live very long, especially now she is out of ammunition.

While I sat there and cried briefly, I could have sworn that I heard a bout of laughter. Which was not nice if someone was actually laughing at me cry. I yelled "Don't laugh at me! This is not funny! You don't know my pain!" I stood up and pointed my gun around hoping that someone didn't know I had no bullets left. Whatever the case, there was some rattling and then silence. I had ditched my minigun and pulled out a sword I bought from a woman who had inhabited a diner. I named it 'Serrated Revenge'. It was just a normal sword with serrated edges, which was nice for ripping and tearing. It went through ghouls like butter and had even helped me out cutting my dinner.

I walked around searching the raiders for anything of value. I really did a number on them by ruining their armor and most of their belongings. Their caps were still good, and there were plenty of them, I also took most of their ammunition, well I couldn't carry the missiles that some of them had so I had to leave them.

I walked on for a long time, probably sometimes in circles, from someone else's point of view I would probably look lost. I walk around honestly enjoying Boston, maybe my vision is clouded with nostalgia, but I'm enjoying my time out in the city. It's not the same as it used to be, not even close, but some buildings are still in tact and some still have the signs. It was really beautiful back then. I still had Serrated Revenge in my hand, but I twirled it around like a cane, humming to the diamond city radio. I couldn't help but laugh at some of the irony in the songs, 'Atom Bomb Baby' particularly made me laugh.

I heard distant gunfire and decided I should maybe check it out. I did of course take my sweet old time and definitely didn't want to stick around on the ground in case it was a super mutant, I never really felt bad about killing them, but it weighed heavy on my soul killing animals, like the mutant hounds. I made a vantage point on the top of a building and looked through the scope of my useless Laser rifle that had no ammunition.

I could see in the distance the Cambridge Police Station, with some fortifications around the front and a bunch of Lasers firing in multiple directions. I sat on the roof of this old building for a while watching the fight, I couldn't see who was fighting though. The fighting didn't stop. I sat for a few hours munching on some crispy squirrel bits and sipping some Nuka Cola. I decided it was time to go help whoever was fighting because it was obviously important from the length. Climbing down from the building and sneaking my way over, I finally got to the barrier of the station, and peered around one of the walls.

A flash of red light and blood splattered near me. I jumped out from behind the wall with my sword ready. Slicing my way through the feral ghouls was pretty easy, there were quite a lot of them though. After what seemed like forever went by, I had cut down the last ghoul. I was quite winded and was really wishing I didn't drink all my Nuka Cola on that rooftop.

Dragging me out of my thoughts was the loud stomping of metal clad feet. I looked up and the tall man in his mech suit and a silly looking hood. I wonder if this man has hair or if his hood is because he doesn't have any. Well my point being that he looks very silly. My god, his eyebrows were the pinnacle of laughter, and I almost let my giddy laughter out. That probably would have been bad because he already looks really upset.

"Identify yourself and your intentions wastelander." He looked incredibly mad, but I could be mistaking it for his intense love of this Wasteland as many seem to put off that vibe. I was very hesitant to answer this mech suit man, but eventually his intense stare made me uncomfortable enough to answer. "My name is Margaret Wilson, sir!" I gave a mock pose of a salute like a soldier would when a dressing his superior. He obviously did not find it very funny as there was no laughter.

I did hear some laughter from behind him a ways. Damn, I recognize that laughter, but from where I don't know. It suddenly dawned on me and I spat out "You laughed at me earlier! That was so not alright!" The woman seemed extremely surprise. I was about to walk over and scold that woman when the metal man stepped in front of me, "You still have not stated your intentions." He was very insistent. "Well I sat and watched you fight for a few hours, and when I figured it seemed important, I wandered over here and thought I would help out."

He didn't seem to believe me, but I would not let it bother me. I held up my sword and got a goofy grin on my face, "It's my best ghoul weapon! Here, try it!" I handed it to him and he looked at it for a few moments then handed it back. He said nothing, but a nosy woman broke the awkward silence, "Please don't be bothered by his harshness. This is Paladin Danse, and I am Scribe Haylen, and that over there is Night Rhys. I apologize for my earlier laughter." she turned to Paladin Danse, "Danse, please be nice, she's the reason that Rhys is alive and your armor is still relatively in once piece."

He gave way to Haylen, "Fine, Haylen, take Rhys and go fix him up. I'll have a chat with Margaret Wilson." I never should have told him that fake name, but I guess it's better than giving away my real identity. "Please, you can just call me Tesla, Sir." He gave my an odd look but seemed to dismiss my foolish lie. "Tesla, please follow me into the station." I went with him into the station and watched Haylen work on Rhys. I got bored waiting for something to happen, really anything would be a great way to break the tension in the air. I picked up a rag and began to polish Serrated Revenge, along with sharpening the edges.

After about half an hour, it was sharper than when I first got it and shinier than I've ever seen it, but my next kill will paint it red I'm sure-are glowing green depending on the enemy. Haylen must have finished patching up Rhys because she came over to inspect my sword, "May I?" She had an eye for amazing trinkets, she seemed very impressed. I handed it over to her and watched her inspect the edges. She glanced over her shoulder and relaxed her pose, she began to swing it around and make whooshing noises. She smiled and seemed to have a good time swinging at invisible enemies.

"I'll show you what it was like in my time!" I took the sword back and began to make ninja noises and swing the sword as of I was a samurai. Her look of amazement was enough to make my day, she looked on with wide eyes and a huge grin. "And this is what we called Kung Fu," I did some kicks and chops in the air making sure to include the noises. "I would be called a samurai because I have the sword, but using your bare hands, we would be called a Kung-Fu master."

I am not going to lie, I did a bad thing, and I let my era slip in my giddiness. "What do you mean by 'your time'?" Haylen seemed extremely confused, maybe even more than confused. "Well.." I began, "I'm not from this time.. I'm from before the war.." She immediately interjected, "Before the war!" I made a motion to get her to quiet down. "Yes, I'm from before the war. I was frozen, many people were without knowing it. I'm from vault 111." She seemed to have calmed down but then the look of awe on her face signaled that I would answer thousands of questions.

Thousands of questions was off, way off. Whenever Haylen and I were alone, I would get more and more questions and have to give out many explanations. She particularly asked about things we did for fun, and about ninjas. I even taught her some ninja noises and we went out every day to play with swords and antagonize the ghouls. Paladin Danse had me stay around because Rhys was still out if action and I was quite helpful. I knew he also liked to see Haylen so happy to have somebody new around. I bet he didn't know why she thought I was so interesting.