A/N: I'm a huge fan of fallout 4, and the whole game set up, but man am I mad about not being able to romance Deacon. So here goes nothing :)

By the way, it's been 10 years since I've been writing fanfiction, so excuse my grammar and spelling mistakes. I do NOT own any of the characters, just playing with them.

Chapter 1

Nora stood at the shooting range with a 10-mm gun, with a calm and stern face she fired the one after the other. Nate stood beside her and was impressed by her shooting.

Nora placed her gun on the table and took of her earmuffs, and smiled at her date.

"Not bad, your kind of sexy with a gun" he said and moved closer to her and pushed the button as the target was hauled in.

"Is that a compliment?" She asked seductively, and placed a hand on his chest.

Nate smiled and glanced at the target, she had not missed once.

"Let's keep it at compliment for now, I wouldn't be the one to piss you off" he said and winked at her, making her heart skip a beat.

Nora was lying on the ground with a sniper rifle, Deacon was beside her with his own rifle. Nora closed her eyes, before she opening them and aimed against a passing raider. She held her breath and fired the shot, before Deacon could react.

She did not say a word before she took another one down, Deacon turned to her and looked at her, Maybe for a tad bit too long. Her hair was up away from her face, her lips slightly bit, which was a sign of her concentrating, a habit he had caught early on when he had followed her from the vault. He was glancing at her curves in the vault suit, and caught himself enjoying what he saw, and he quickly shook his head.

"You know, you could just go to a shooting range?" He said in a calm voice, his partner

Nora fired another shot and sighed as she turned her face towards Deacon and smiled.

"that obvious?" she then gestured a "please be my guest" with her hand.

Their mission was quite simple, safe house simple, other than the fact that it was filled with Raiders now. There were still survivors, after all some of these "people" Had a thing for torture, which made Nora sick to her stomach.

Nora had to admit that she was a bit frustrated by the fact that she had not been able to get herself over to CIT.

She was constantly finding excuse missions, it was as if she was almost afraid of what she might find over on the other side if their plan worked.

"I'm sorry, I'm just… not ready" the last part was said in a faint mumble.

Deacon looked at her with concern in his eyes, he knew her well enough to know that this was not her usual self.

Nora suddenly sat up and leaned against the wall and sighed, trying to gather the courage to move on. The thought of missing this many years of her son's life was a horrible feeling, she hated that she felt so guilty. Obviously, it was not her fault, and she knew that, but the guilt still boiled inside of her.

"Let's go to CIT afterwards" her facial expression was with determination. She moved quickly and silently and Deacon followed, he had always wondered how she could move the way she did. It was as if it all came naturally to her, but he did not dare to ask, he never had. She was a good spy, so why ruin it all the mystery, he had to admit to himself that he liked to see her move so silently and gracefully.

Nora stood beside a locked door and reached down to her bag, but suddenly a sort of panic ran over her eyes.

"Damnit" She exclaimed in annoyance, but not too loud.

"What? I didn't steal anything" Deacon joked and raised his hands.
"I got this" she said and pulled out her bobby pins from her hair and let her hair loose. Deacon was a bit surprised on how different she looked, he quite liked it.

"You look horrible" he said with a stern face, while she was picking the lock.

Nora turned her head and chuckled "You are an ass" she said and heard the satisfying click sound and she placed the bobby pins in her bag.

She grabbed her sniper rifle and carefully opened the door, to reveal a raider standing in front of two captive railroad spies, and another raider outside by the nearby window.

She turned her head to Deacon and signalled him to go on the other side and get the raider, Nora took her aim and crouched, so that she had her elbow on her knees, stabilizing her arm and took aim. She held her breath and pulled the trigger, and at the same time Deacon had taken down the other raider.

He then opened the window and gave her a thumb up, she smiled and quickly ran over to the two survivors.

"Thank you, thank you so much" they said and took her hands in theirs.

"No need to thank me, just get to HQ" she said and they nodded to her in agreement, before leaving the safe house.

"Well that was fun" Deacon said while lighting his cigarette, which was not Nora's favourite thing in the world, but after the world was turned around, she tolerated it.

Nora walked down the side of the road before, knowing very well that she was followed. She turned a corner and waited for the person to come to her, she saw his shoes by the corner and hit him with her purse. Grabbing his hand with the gun in it, and kicked him in the head, pulling the gun from his grasp. He punched her in the face, which knocked her a bit out of focus, before she punched him back and kicked him in the stomach, making him drop his gun.

She had his arm in her hands and twisted it, then slammed his head on the ground with her leg and placing her heel on against his temple.

"CIA, Attorney Nora Johnson you're under arrest" she said and placed the cuffs on his wrist, before letting her co-workers do the rest. Due to the war, there was not many field agents left, and she a desk mouse, had to get out in the field. She hated to admit it, but it was to her liking.

Nora had arrived home just in time, before she had to say goodbye to her husband. It was hard for her to not to show her emotions, she would memorize every inch of him, his smell, the sound of his voice.

"Hey honey" Nate said, he was wearing his military fatigue and his bag swung over his shoulder. He stopped in his tracks as he saw his wife's sad face and surprisingly blue eye.

"Ouch. I'd hate to see the guy" he said and placed a hand on her cheek smiling, he kissed her gently and hated the fact that he had to leave her, they had only been married a few months and he was already called for duty.

Nora chuckled by his comment and kissed him back.

"Should have stayed a lawyer" she said and pulled him down for another kiss not wanting to let him go.

Nora looked around seeing the synth and had the courser locked down on the ground, she had temporarily run out of ammo. Deacon was in the shadows being her back up, he could not believe what he just saw, he had never seen her in a hand to hand combat, and he had to admit that he was more getting more and more curious about who Nora was before her icing.

She held the arm in her hand, and had her feet against his head, before snapping it. She was out of breath and tired, she knew that this mission was not easy and she was thankful that Deacon had her back.

Deacon walked towards her from the shadows and whistled.

"Wow, remind me not to get on your bad side" Deacon chuckled under his breath, he bended down to remove the device from the cursor.

"Where did you learn that? No wait doesn't answer" he said and pointed with the device in his hands.

"Super assassin" he joked

"Well. Not exactly" She said and ended the conversation there leaving him hanging, she picked up her shotgun rifle from the ground.

"Looks like I need to go ammo hunting… maybe I have enough caps to by some on the way back" she muttered and started counting her caps. She ran her fingers through her long hair and sighed, she hated when her hair was loose it was just everywhere, she had found an elastic band and pulled her hair up in a ponytail.

"Got everything?" She asked Deacon as he rose from the ground.

"Got it Boss" he said and pulled down his glasses slightly and winked at her before heading with her out of the building.

Nora stood in front of the machine, it was almost done, they had decided to build in the safety behind the walls of castle. She played with the rings around her neck, and could feel how sweaty her hands were getting and how nervous she was to find her son again. It scared her, to her bones.

Nora snuggled in her bed alone, placing a hand on her stomach. It felt like yesterday that Nate was sent home for just one day, on her birthday. They missed each other so much that they threw themselves at each other under the stars in the park. Nora could not help but chuckle remembering the scenario again, she would only wish for him to return home safely. Home safely to her, to them. She had just been to her last ultrasound, and all she had was the letters he wrote to her, and a few holodisks he could gather between his fights. One of them almost putting her into labour, he had forgotten to turn of the recorder, and she could follow each of his steps for a good 30 min, before he realized that he had it turned on. His voice was apologetic and kind, and she know that they could get their hands on that many holotapes during the war, so she had to treasure it.

She looked down at the unassembled Mr. Handy and sighed, Nathan had convinced her to buy one to keep her company, and has insurance. A sudden clump in her throat had crept up, she had to cough a bit before getting herself together, he was going to come home, he always did. Her heart could not take it if something would happen to him, he was her life what was she supposed to do without him.

"Your father will come home to us, just two more weeks, and it's over" she whispered, while gently caressing her stomach.

She felt a hand on her shoulder and was startled, until she saw the familiar sunglasses.

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so."

Nora let out a small smile, she knew that Deacon had a thing for Shakespeare, and she had to admit, at this age and time, it was nice to know someone in this god forsaken hole had an appreciation of art.

"Hamlet" she whispered, before glancing down at her hands, they were not the usual soft looking hands she was used to. These hands had been through a lot in the last year than ever, they were rough and dirty, she could almost not recognise them. Deacon sat in front of her, and hated when she was this silent, it made him weary and sad.

"Hey Charmer, you look like you could need a drink" he said with a relaxed smile.

"You know since you are probably with a good sense of luck end up like meat sauce tomorrow" he said jokingly and watched her reaction behind his dark shades.

"Why thank you? I guess, I think I would go well in a bowl of spaghetti" she suggested lightly, and leaned forward in her chair, this conversation made her relax, and she needed it. Either she would end up dying during the process of finding her son, or she would succeed, and he would be there, just there within an arm's reach.

"Or Lasagne" Deacon joked likely before leaned forward himself, their face was close, enough for him to smell her, the scent of pre-war beauty.

"Third rail?" he whispered, with a smile. "I can get you so drunk, that it might even make the lasagne taste good."

Nora tried to keep a straight face "I dare you" she said and pulled a small smile.

A/N: I've been going back and forth if I should publish this story or not, and now I've decided that it is time. I've been working on this since summer 2016, I hope that you enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review, and look forward to the next chapter.