Title: World Falls Away

Pairing: MLW turned Courier/James + MLW turned Courier/Joshua Graham

For the Kinkmeme. Promot was as follows:

James doesn't die, and is instead in a coma at Raven Rock. MLW discovers this, and manages, with the help if Fawkes, to get him back to the Citadel. James doesn't wake up for a loooooooong time, but when he does, it's to the news of a drunken post-all-dlcs-MLW gone west.

Cue madcap journey to find his son, and in Vegas, he finds the ruler of the Mojave, Aka his amnesiac son.

Cue sex?

The air always stank, like drunken revelry and cheap booze. It was a heady scent, that managed to ingrain itself into the very ground of the Strip.

It was just one of the many things The courier loved about New Vegas.
And both the Mojave and New Vegas loved him.
Lazarus, the courier who rose from a grave in Goodsprings, and freed the land from the Legion, and the rule of the NCR.

Lazarus, who ruled the United Vegas county, with his council of Companions at his side.
He was revered and loved by his people, who knew him as a smart, yet roguishly charming man, with good looks to match.

But only his friends knew the real Lazarus.
The Lazarus who couldn't remember his own last name, or where he'd been born.

The Lazarus who'd been lobotomized by the Think Tank of the Big Empty, who'd survived the corrupt and poisonous Sierra Madre, who'd saved Zion Canyon, and managed to sweet-talk the Burned Man himself into coming back to the Mojave.

The Lazarus who every night, without fail, would be stricken with night terrors, screaming his throat raw for a man named 'James'.

The Lazarus who woke up on occasional nights, in a silent scream, the name 'Ulysses' on his lips.

' It's a wonder I'm still coherent, with all the shit I've been through.' the man himself thought darkly, as he gazed broodingly out the window of the Lucky 38 cocktail lounge, a bottle of Absinthe and a half empty glass at hand.

He drew a hand through his jaw length brown hair, absently, as he looked over his city, and beyond.

The ding of the elevator drew him from his thoughts, and he half-heartedly glanced back.
Out from the elevator stepped Joshua Graham, face and arms still pink and fresh, and Arcade Gannon.

Lazarus smirked, remembering Joshua's reaction when he had brought him to the Big Empty, and told the former Legate that he could be burn free, with the help of The Sink's Auto-Doc.

"What brings the handsome and mighty Arcade Gannon and Joshua Graham to my brooding lair?" Lazarus drawled, propping his feet up on a coffee table, and smirking fondly at the two.

"Overt Flattery will get you everywhere." Arcade quipped back, while Joshua chuckled, as the two took seats across from Lazarus.

"Have the two of you come to play Devil and Angel upon my shoulders, or is this a social visit?" the courier asked, half playful, half serious.

"Consider it a bit of both, my dear." Joshua murmured, with a smile. Lazarus mock-swooned, and fanned himself.

"Mmmmm, you can be my Devil's advocate any day, Joshua." The courier purred flirtatiously, making Arcade roll his eyes.
Joshua may or may not have blushed, but no one was brave enough to call him on it.

"Call it a mixture of both, if you will. Craig's squad returned an hour ago, from hunting Legion remnants. He arrived at the same time as Veronica, who brings news from the Brotherhood." Joshua said smoothly, and Lazarus sat up straighter.

"Oh? What sort of news?" he asked sharply, his green eyes flashing.

"A squad from the Eastern chapter of the Brotherhood of steel, one that apparently has been helping out the everyday man, arrived four days ago, accompanying a interesting individual." the Former Legate replied, his voice echoing throughout the cocktail lounge.
The courier raised an eyebrow, leaning back.

"I see how that could be a problem, but I'm not sure how it concerns us." He said loftily, arching an eyebrow.

Arcade and Joshua traded an uneasy glance.

"The man they accompanied...claims to know who you are." Arcade confessed, after a moment. Lazarus snorted, and leaned his head on one arm,which perched on the arm of his chair.

"Probably just another crackpot, or cap whore. No big deal." He remarked bitterly.
Joshua took a deep breath, and looked the Ruler of Vegas in the eyes.

"Lazarus...He says he's your father."

Short chapters make writing on a smartphone easier. and stuff.