Disclaimer: This story contains mostly Language and Violence, but there are a lot of sexual innuendos and then sex. So if you don't like it, back off cause, well, there's some later on.
Rating: T for minimal language.
During the progression of this story I have to use a Fallout 3 wiki because I honestly know a lot less about this game than I know about Dragon Age: Origins (which I know too much to be healthy)so please have mercy on me if I get stuff wrong. And no I don't have an fetish for written sex, I'm just obsessed with it. =3 Unlike 'Their New Life' this story doesn't contain a gay main character so nobody has to worry about some gay sex disclaimer. It just has normal sex (Snicker). This is my first ever point of view through a babies eyes so just keep that it mind.
Falling Out:
The Lone Wanderer
Chapter 1
A Hero's Childhood
'He's such a beautiful baby boy.' James thought as he looked down at his year old son. The chubby boy was sitting a few feet away from him hugging his teddy bear that he had gotten from one of the Vault Dwellers to play with, having nothing for him except his battered Father. He had a big patch of black hair on top of his head with large green eyes that made him look so much like his mother that it made James' heart ache. After dying after the birth of their son, James decided it would be better to go into a Vault than to lose his son to the Capital Wasteland like his wife.
"Come to Daddy, come on little guy!" His sons eyes looked up at him and he smiled and giggled some of his baby talk. Standing on his chubby feet, the boy wobbled over to his father and fell into his arms. James picked up the boy and hugged him close, savoring his warmth before walking over and setting the little boy into his play pen. "Now stay here while Daddy goes and does something really quick, I'll be right back."
Green eyes followed their Daddy's figure as he walked out the automatic door and watched as it closed behind him. The baby giggled as he walked forward and grabbed at the wall that was blocking his path. When it didn't budge the baby put his thumb in his mouth and looked at the irritating thing closely. There was a pointy stick thing that was in the middle of a hoop thingy that he had seen Daddy mess with when his wall closed.
Reaching over the wall he pulled up on the pointy thingy and the wall flew open, making him fall forward onto the hard stuff he used to walk on. Whimpering only a little the baby stood up onto his feet and stood onto his feet, shaking slightly for the foreign move.
When he was standing without leaning backwards or forwards he wobbled his way over to a small box thing that Daddy showed him from time to time. His favorite thing in the book was strength which Daddy would read "S is for Strength, and that means I am strong! I can carry lots of toys and swing stuff all day long!"
His second favorite was Intelligence"I is for Intelligence, it means I'm really smart! I use my brain for lots of stuff, like science, math and art!" Daddy always told him that it was good to be smart, but also have the strength to back up your words. The little toddler didn't understand the words Daddy said, but he still likes strength and intelligence, none the less. He heard a loud sound of Daddy walking back and the little baby waddled over to the big metal door, ready for his Daddy to pick him up.
James walked through the automatic door and was surprised to see his son waiting for him, cooing little Goo goos and ga gas like his little baby self. "My aren't we the little adventurer? Come here son." He walked over to a small picture frame that held one of the only things he had to remember Catherine by. "This is your mother's favorite bible verse. Revelation 21:6 'I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life freely.'"
His son looked up at him with his green eyes shining with the innocence only a child could possess. "Come now, lets go see if you can have a nice play-date with your friend Amata." At the mention of Amata it seemed to catch all of his sons interest and he started off with James laughing as he followed his excited son.
9 Years Later
"SURPRISE!"
The flash blinded Drakon as he walked into the mess hall where Dad had led him. Rubbing the shapes from his eyes Drakon looked up to see Dad and Amata standing in front of him. Amata had a paper birthday cap on her head and her dark brown hair was placed behind her ears for the rubber band that held the cap in place.
"Happy birthday! We had you didn't we? Your Dad was worried that you might be catching onto us, but your always so easy to fool!" Drakon frowned at Amata's comment, but decided to let it slide.
"This is a great party Amata, thanks!"
"Your Dad did most of it, but guess what? Who's your favorite barbarian? Gragnak, that's whole!" Amata's arm flew out from behind he back and presented him with a issue number 14 of Gragnak the Barbarian, his favorite comic book hero. He gleefully excepted the gift and thanked her with a smile.
The Overseer stood near him and Drakon hid the distaste from his expression. He never liked the Overseer, he was never nice to Dad and he certainly was never nice to Drakon. The Overseer presented Drakon with his own Pip-Boy, a portable computer that all the Vault members got when they turned ten that they put on their forearms. After the mean old man walked away, Drakon secured the Pip-Boy onto forearm and stared at it quietly for a second before tapping into the stats and such.
He looked up from his Pip-boy to the rest of his party and decided to converse with some of his guests, since they all came for his party. Running his hand over his fuzz covered head Drakon talked to his few guests and ended up getting an old baseball cap from Stanley, one of the few people he actually liked in the Vault, and Old Lady Palmer, as all the kids called her. Then Andy, the Mr. Handy robot that lived in the Old 101, cried out in his robotic voice 'It's time to cut the cake!'
Drakon's face lit up, always loving some cake, until the robots chainsaw hand came down and destroyed it. There it lay, in a pile of debris when it had been a magnificent icing covered delight. His frown deepened as his stared at what was left until he got a tap on the shoulder.
Butch Deloria, a child menace, stood behind him with a scowl on his face. "That stupid robot ruined the cake! Give me that Sweetroll that Old Lady Palmer gave you!" Drakon's eyes narrowed as he stared at his childhood nemesis.
"No way! She said I didn't have to share with anyone!" Butch didn't like that one bit and lunged at him, grabbing for his collar. Drakon stumbled backwards and took off in a run, leaving Butch in his dust. Officer Gomez, bless him, stood in Butch's way, grabbing him by the collar with a scowl and reprehended him for his behavior.
Drakon snickered and started to munch on his Sweetroll while Butch glared at him. Drakon adjusted his baseball cap and turned to see Amata walking over to him.
"What was that all about?" Amata said, gesturing over to Butch.
"He tried to take my birthday present." Drakon said, talking like it was the most obvious thing in the world. Amata gasped and said something he didn't hear because he saw Dad walking over to the intercom and talking to someone on the other side. Something about being ready.
Dad looked over at him, and when his eyes met his a smile crossed Dad's aging face. Drakon said 'excuse me' to Amata and wonder over to Dad wanting to know what was ready.
"Son I have a special birthday surprise for you!" Drakon frowned, happy for the gift, but not for the surprise. He hated surprises and Dad was well aware of that. Dad chuckled at Drakon's expression and walked out into the metal hallway of Vault 101 with Drakon in tow. They walked in companionable silence with Drakon's mind racing with all the possible surprises Dad could cook up, but the list was never ending and that's what made him even more agitated.
They were heading to the Reactor level, one of his most favorite areas of the Vault only because Jonas was there. Jonas loved to show Drakon all the fundamentals of being an engineer and even showed him some books on explosives and weapons. Dad would be in the room to make sure that Drakon didn't learn the things that he thought were completely inappropriate for a nine year (which he was now ten, but that's not the point) old. Which was a lot of what Jonas taught him in private.
As they walked down the stairs into the Reactor, Drakon heard the loud bumping of the Reactor working hard to power Vault 101's electricity. Drakon started to pick up the pace, hearing Dad's laughs at his eagerness from behind him. "Come on, Dad!" Drakon said, already at the doorway where he could see Jonas from across the room.
"No," Dad said with a large smile, "I'm an old man in the making, I don't have to follow orders from my son." Drakon stuck his tongue out at his father, one of the rare times he actually acted his age, and took off towards Jonas. The African American man had a serious expression on his face as Drakon ran up to him.
"What are you doing down here, young man? Children aren't aloud down in the Reactor." Drakon threw on his most deviant expression he could think of and glare at Jonas.
"I'm not a child anymore, I'm ten years old! I even have a Pip-Boy."
All seriousness melted from Jonas' face and he laughed. "I see! I guess I have to make sure not to make that mistake again!"
"See that you do!" Drakon said with a mock serious nod. Dad walked up with a huge smile and he locked eyes with Jonas and a silent message passed between them. Drakon at them and irritation shown in his green eyes as his father gave Drakon an enigma of a smile. Dad walked with Jonas and Drakon following him and they ended up in a little area that looked like a target range.
Drakon looked up at his father with questions shinning in his eyes, until those same eyes fell on the BB gun in his fathers hands. "Since your old enough to have your own Pip-Boy, I thought you were old enough for this." Drakon smiled his innocent child-like smile that his father tried so hard to see and James grinned. "Jonas and I work for months to get the parts to repair it. Do you know how hard it is to find a spring that small? Luckily Butch 'misplaced' that switch blade of his." Dad said, chuckling under his breath.
"Go ahead and try it on those targets over there." Dad said, pointing at the area next to them that looked like a gun range. Drakon walked over to it and leveled his gun the way that Jonas and Dad had taught him to do. He used the sight and silently took aim. Pop! The gun fired and hit the target square in the center. Turning Drakon held his breath as he fired again, hitting the second target dead center. The thrill of shooting sent his heart into acceleration and he leveled himself for the final target, shooting and hitting it dead center again.
"Look!" Dad said and he turned to see a Radroach crawling from its hiding space behind some box. "Shoot that Radroach, son." Drakon took aim and tie seemed to slow down completely as the Radroach became the only thing in his vision. He took aim with the sight and fire, nabbing the sucker right between the eyes. The Radroach's head exploded with the impact and Drakon turned back to his father, his smile returning his triumph.
James clapped for his son, saying 'It's good not to have another one of those here.' when inside his mind was still processing his sons perfect aim. Within three seconds of each shot he had hit each target and right after James had told him of the Radroach, the thing was already dead. This was troubling to him, but he didn't dwell on it, fearing his troubles would show on his face.
"Come on lets take a picture to savor the moment!" Drakon ran up, holding his new cap and shouldered his BB gun. Jame set his arm on his sons shoulder and Drakon wrapped his arm around his father's waist (being that that was all he could reach) and they held big smiles as the posed. Jonas held up the camera and the flash echoed in their eyes.
6 Years Later
"As far as I can tell, your a perfectly healthy sixteen year old boy." The light left Drakon's eye and he sat on the medical bed with a frown on his face. Being sixteen years old, he was going to have to take a test called the G.O.A.T. which was going to tell him what he was going to do for the rest of his life. He tried to feign sickness, but Dad was no fool. "You are perfectly capable of taking the G.O.A.T. just like everybody else."
Sighing heavily in defeat, Drakon jumped of the bed and looked down at his father sadly before walking to the door. Over the years, Drakon had grown taller and taller until he had passed his father (which was amazing because his father was the tallest in the Vault) and he was now six foot seven. Like the majority of his life, his black hair was reduced to just some fuzz on his hair, being that now that he was sixteen his father told him he had control of how long or short his hair was going to be, this was the last time it would be so short.
Drakon enjoyed running and climbing around the Vault, which got him into trouble more often than not. When he sometimes would hanging from the ceiling of Atrium which he fell from every now and then, he would come stumbling into the Clinic with Amata holding him up and would say "Hey Dad, mind givin' me a hand here?"
After all that, his muscles were large and would make the shirt part of his jumpsuit uncomfortable, so he just went around with that part hanging at his hips. The Overseer usually got onto him about it, but Drakon would just shrug it off and give him a purely white toothy smile that said 'Still don't care, don't know why you try.'
"Later Dad, talk to you after I find out want I'm doomed to do for the rest of my life!" Dad gave him a laugh and a wave as he walked out of the Clinic and towards the classroom with his hands behind his head. Drakon knew the education was important, it was just, school on the other hand, not so much. Mr. Brotch, his teacher and friend, never really like the G.O.A.T., but he knew what he was going to be anyway. His father was a teacher, and his father, and his father, etc. etc.
"Leave me the hell alone, Butch!" Amata's voices floated to his ears and Drakon ran towards the voice. Standing right next to the classroom, Butch and the rest of the Tunnel Snakes, some makeshift gang that Butch made, stood around Amata, forcing her against the wall. Being Amata best friend, Drakon took drastic action by grabbing Butch by the back of his collar and throwing him away from her.
"What the hell do you boys think your doin'?" Drakon said loudly with a snarl.
"Back off, Draky! Or I'll beat you down like I usually do!"
"Say that to the fist that punched out your tooth only a week ago!" Butch instantly rubbed his face, probably remembering the old injury and decided that Drakon deserved a beating. Butch;s fist flew forward and Drakon dodged to the left as Butch's lackeys, Paul, Freddie, and Wally, ran at him. Drakon didn't know what happened, but before he knew it, they were all backing away from him with a bunch of new injuries.
He remembered Wally's coming at him and he blocked it and punched him in the face and quickly switched to Paul who got a kick to the gut. His elbow had flown backwards, nailing Freddie right in the chest, making him stagger backwards as Drakon roundhouse kicked Butch in the face.
"We'll get you," Cough. "Back later." Cough. Then he stumbled into the classroom with his guys following behind him.
Amata walked forward and gave him a big hug. "Thanks for helping me out with them, there. You were amazing." She gave him a kiss on the cheek and walked into the classroom, leaving him to blush slightly and follow.
Drakon looked around and he found his seat, right in front, and settled down without a word. He looked down at the paper in front of him and his frown deepened even more. The infamous G.O.A.T. sat before him and he couldn't help but grimace at the thoughts of all the possible jobs he could get.
"Let's begin then: Question One..."
You are approached by a frenzied Vault scientist, who yells, "I'm going to put my quantum harmonizer in your phontonic resonation chamber!" What's your response?
Drakon didn't even blink as he answer the question that caused almost everyone to groan at.
"But doctor, wouldn't that cause a parabolic destabilization of fission singularity?"
"Question Two..."
While working as an intern in the Clinic, a patient with a strange infection on his foot stumbles through the door. The infection is spreading at an alarming rate but the doctor has stepped out for a while. What do you do?
With his Dad being a doctor he thought the more medicine like choice would be good enough for him.
Medicate the infected area to the best of your abilities.
"Question Three..."
You discover a young boy lost in the lower levels of the Vault. He's hungry and frightened, but also appears to be in possession of stolen property. What do you do?
'This ones too easy...' Drakon thought.
Give the boy a hug and tell him everything will be OK.
"Question Four..."
Congratulations! You made one of the Vault 101 baseball teams! Which position do you prefer?
Always the best hitter, Drakon picked three.
Designated Hitter
"Question Five..."
Your grandmother invites you to teat, but you're surprised when she gives you a pistol and orders you to kill another Vault resident. What do you do?
'Sorry Mr. Brotch, I don't know my Grandmother.'
Offer your most prized possession for the resident's life.
"Question Six..."
Old Mr. Abernathy has locked himself in his quarters again, and you've been ordered to get him out. How do you proceed?
'Why am I the one having to get the old coot out?'
Use a bobby pin to pick the lock on the door.
"Question Seven..."
Oh, no! You've been exposed to radiation, and a mutated hand has grown out of your stomach! What's the best course of treatment?
'I don't see this happening any time soon...'
2. Large doses of anti-mutagen agent.
"Question Eight..."
A fellow Vault 101 resident is in possession of a Grognak the Barbarian comic, issue number 1. You want it. What's the best way to obtain it?
'Once Amata told me it wasn't real, I was turned off to Grognak the Barbarian years ago.'
1. Trade the comic book for one of your own valuable possessions.
"Question Nine..."
You decided it would be fun to play a prank of your father. You enter his private restroom when no one is looked, and...
'I would never play a prank on my dad, but if I would...'
Loosen some bolts on some pipes. When the sink is turned on, the room will flood. - Repair
"And the final question..."
Who is indisputably the most important person in Vault 101: He who shelters us from the harshness of the atomic wasteland, and to whom we owe everything we have, including our lives?
'Oooooh, I hope I get this last one right! I don't know what to pick! The Overseer or The Overseer! Or maybe The Overseer! So many, many choices!'
The Overseer.
Drakon stood up in his seat and walked over to Mr. Brotch, being the first one to turn in the test.
"They sat the GOAT never lies. According to this, you're slated to be the next vault...Chaplain. God help us all." Drakon gave him a look of pure dread, which earn a good laugh from him. "Don't worry, I can't change the test results no matter what, you don't have to be the Chaplain if you don't want to be." Drakon heaved a sigh of relieve and thought about what he wanted.
"I love using the computers and talking to my dad's patents in the Clinic." Drakon said honestly. Mr. Brotch gestured his hand, a clear sign for Drakon to leave, and Drakon left the classroom with a smiled on his face. Knowing that he might not hate his future as much as he thought he would.
He wasn't completely wrong.