When 101 set out from her Vault, she had been the epitome of goodness, a paragon of righteousness, a white knight swearing to protect the wasteland and denizens. Okay, so, she'd fucked with Moriarty's whore, Nova, as something different to do; she'd been alone, scared, and she was dead sick of being treated like a child. Nova didn't treat her like one, which was a relief.

Then her father died.

She ran off one night; nobody at the Citadel knew where she had gone. No one saw her leave.

When she came back, 101 was... different. She was high on something, that was for damn sure, and even after she went and saw Doc Church she still had a funny gleam to her eyes. She scared people; the Sheriff even warned her that if she decided to do anything funny, he'd fix her right and good.

And she just smiled at him. Told him that she was feeling great, that she wasn't planning anything.

She left Megaton, didn't come back for awhile. A few mercenaries came through and told wild tales of how 101 ripped a Death Claw apart with her bare hands, how she bought kids and freed them from Paradise Falls.

How she enslaved every single scumbag that she came across.

That was the part that made people realize that maybe, just maybe, she'd gone a little funny in the brain. Enslaving the refuse of the Wasteland? Was that a joke? And to make matters stranger, she'd been caught stealing from houses, supply stores, and the back of Moriarty's shop.

It wasn't long before the Sheriff told her that she better leave Megaton before something happened.

And she just smiled at him. Told him that she was feeling great, that she wasn't planning anything.

She returned everything she had stolen - with the exception of Simm's Vault-Tech Bobblehead.

That Mister Burke character bothered a lot of people at the Saloon. He was real smooth - too smooth, too clean-looking for Megaton citizenry. Moriarty though, Moriarty loved him because he would buy rounds and rounds of drinks for hours at a time. Of course, he'd make Gob deliver all the drinks to the patrons, poor Gob.

A few months ago, after her run with Nova, 101 was seen conversing tersely with the man. In the end, she'd poured his drink over his head and left the bar. But Burke never left; he stayed on, fucking Nova every now and then, staying out of sight when the Sheriff came to warn Moriarty about the frequent bar fights.

After the run-in with the Sheriff, 101 chatted with Burke almost amicably. There was an exchange of caps and a package, and the smooth talker finally left. 101 left not long after, saying a goodbye to everyone in town. Her voice really started to break whenever she said goodbye to the kids and to Gob; especially Gob, the poor slob.

Three days later, the town went up in a burst of light and a mushroom cloud of atomic dust.

101 disappeared after taking her room at the illustrious Tenpenny Tower; Burke, who had initially taken a great interest in her, spent a short while looking for her around the Wasteland in places he knew she'd be - Paradise Falls, Canterbury Commons, The Republic of Dave, all the "popular" places she had stayed at and told stories of - but she wasn't there. Even the broadcast coming from her home vault indicated that she hadn't gone back in there.

Or, maybe she had, and was making all hell break loose. She was spotted briefly around the Capital Wasteland -

But then sightings of 101 stopped.

Either way, she was gone for a few days. The days turned to weeks. Weeks turned to months. Tenpenny grew bored of waiting for her to come back to settle the Ghoul situation and was about to have the Talons handle it when the Vault Dweller came back. She looked like hell; sores all over the left side of her face and down her neck - hell, they were all over her body. But she went and saw the resident sawbones, got healed up. She didn't leave her room for awhile; some of the other residents on the floor could hear her hacking and coughing away, and the Mister Handy could often be heard suggesting she go back down to seek medical treatment.

There was always a gunshot heard when it was suggested, but it always seemed to be just a warning.

The ghoul situation was resolved; somehow, despite being sick as a dog with radiation sickness - the damn doctor had run out of Radaway, and she was too sick to go out and buy any - she convinced the important people to either let the ghouls in or leave.

But about a week later, she vacated.

Two days later, it was discovered that the ghouls' leader, Roy Philips, killed every human inside, save for 101: She had gotten them in there, and he was more than happy to allow her and Mr. Burke to stay on as important guests.

But 101 almost never went back to the luxury suite. Perhaps she was ashamed of what she had allowed to come to pass.

She was spotted some time later in Underworld, buying what was discovered to be Charon's contract from Azhrukal. Charon blew his former employer to bits with a shotgun, and the two went on to assist Reilly's Rangers.

She came back to Rivet City with Charon. Some of the guards told her that if her Ghoul slave tried to cause trouble, she'd be shipped out in a matchbox.

And she just smiled at them. Told them politely that Charon was not her slave. Told them oh-so-sweetly that Charon could leave her side anytime that he wished.

Charon wanted to laugh and call bullshit on the very idea that he could just walk away from the girl who held his contract, but she must have read the expression on the remnants of his face and pulled him aside after the guards buzzed off. "Charon," she said, "you really can walk away at any time. I hold your contract, but not your life. I did that once already." Her expression became sad, but only for a moment; it was replaced by the hard, burning fire that seemed to glow from her eyes. Her father's eyes. "I did that once already, to someone else. I won't let it happen again."

And so she again became the Saint of the Wasteland. Reputation tarnished, oh, yes, it was tarnished to hell. But everything else she did after that was full of good, strong courage.

She went to Little Lamplight with her Ghoul manservant; she disappeared again, and Charon was seen in Underworld. He said that the last he saw of her was in Vault 87, when she was looking for something for the Brotherhood of Steel. Whenever they asked, he threw them a glare and told them it was none of their damn business.

101 resurfaced once more, this time escaping from Raven Rock as it became a smoldering ruin - and she had a Super Mutant with her, a Super Mutant: Fawkes. He was brilliantly intelligent, considered a freak amongst his own kind - but he was ever-so-polite.

When he expressed concern that most humans would panic at the sight of a "Meta Human," she waved the concern away.

And she just smiled at him. Told him that everything would be alright, that as long as they knew that he knew her, he would be safe.

101 went to see Charon; she knew she'd find him at the Ninth Gate. Much to her glee, he declined her invitation to join her. She wasn't happy that she didn't have to keep a Ghoul with her - her joy came more from the fact he acknowledged that with her, he was a free Ghoul, able to leave her side when she had a new companion and able to come back when she wanted him with her.

And the Ghoul, the human, and the Super Mutant smiled at each other. Told each other that things would go great as they sat and drank themselves silly.

The vial of FEV sat in 101's bag, waiting.

It would never see the light of day.

101 ignored the commands of Eden. She passed through the Wasteland, destroying Enclave groups as Fawkes fired away, sneaking past Ghouls with Charon in the tunnels, trading blood with the "vampires" in Meresti Station.

And she just smiled at them all.

A gentle Wasteland Messiah.