A:/N Hi! I decided to write this little collection of one-shots. I've been playing Fallout 3 like a madwoman lately, and decided to break from it long enough to write. The chapter name will say how old they are, and the theme of the chapter. If it has an asterisk next to it, it won't flow with the others, and has no relevance to future chapters. Yes, they will all be about Amata and the Lone Wanderer, who is named Zevran. Hope you enjoy ;).

Blood. There was so much blood…Zev had pushed his luck too far this time and Butch lost it. Amata sank to her knees, her hand gingerly reaching to touch the pale face of her friend.

"Zevran…" she whispered, tears blurring her vision. She tried to fight the tears, but it was losing battle. Butch scoffed an arrogant sound against Amata's silent tears.

"Little shit deserved it," he muttered. Amata, though usually quite passive, looked at him with fury and hate.

"Shut up, Butch! What the hell did he do to deserve this?" she yelled to him. He was taken aback, but then a smirk lit his face.

"You were there, you saw," he responded calmly, as he strode over to her. He quickly moved a hand to lift her off the ground and pin her to the wall. "And now, there's no one here to stop me and no one around to hear," he said with a laugh, reaching for the zipper of her jumpsuit…

Amata awoke in shock, cold sweat on her skin. She was breathing heavily, her mind still reeling from her nightmare. She shook her head and got out of bed, quietly making her through her room and past her father's as well. She snuck through the hall of the vault until he came to the clinic. James sat at his terminal, his attention to focused to notice he open the door and sneak to the room in the back. She quickly opened and closed the door, and saw the very much alive sleeping form of her long time friend, Zevran.

He was slightly sprawled over his bed, clothed only by a pair of long shorts. His dark blond hair was disheveled and his eyelids were fluttering. Amata sighed, and shook her head, a smile on her face.

He looks so cute when he sleeps. I almost fell bad about waking him. She thought to herself as he gently shook his arm. He awoke slightly startled, his green eyes still clouded with tiredness. When he saw her, his face lit up with a tired smile.

"Hey," he greeted casually, sleep still heavy in his voice.

"Morning," she greeted back. With a bit of a start, he glanced at his Pip-Boy to check the time and smiled.

"Bad dream?" he asked. Amata nodded, trying to avoid meeting his eyes. He rolled his eyes and tossed half the blanket off of himself. Amata slid in next to him and curled against his bare chest. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders protectively and tossed the blanket over them. Her arms wrapped around his torso and her head snuggled against his shoulder.

"Thanks, Zev," she muttered. She could hear him let out a small chuckle. They laid in silence for a while, him stroking her arm, and her counting his heartbeats.

"Wanna talk about it?" Zevran asked, staring at the ceiling. Amata shook her head.

"It…it's the same one," she answered, as she remembered. Zev didn't question her further, he merely nodded.

"Don't worry, Ta; I'm not going anywhere. I'm your best friend, and I'll always be here for you," he responded in an encouraging way, looking at his friend with a smile. After a while they both begin to drift to sleep. Just as sleep was bout to overtake her, Amata quietly whispered;

"Thank you Zev, I always feel safe when I'm with you."