Notice: I do not own Fallout 3, It all belongs to Bethesda.
Even Further Notice: This is rated T for Teen, for shooting, throwing objects, language, violence, and Romantic intentions.
Even More of a Notice: Please Rate and Review!
Lucifer walks out into the Bailey, sighing. Damn insomnia, he thinks to himself as he stumbles toward the shooting range. He pulls out his silenced 10mm pistol, taking aim for the head he exhales, squeezing the trigger. It goes wild, harmlessly hitting the concrete wall behind the Super Mutant target. Lucifer growls softly to himself taking aim again. He misses, hitting the target in the arm. Annoyed, Lucifer quickly fires off three more rounds, not bothering to take aim. All three miss, hitting the ground in front of the target. He throws his pistol at the target, hitting the chest with a satisfying thump.
Sarah Lyons leans on the steel of the shooting range across from Lucifer, watching him growing more annoyed with his shooting. When he throws his pistol, she chuckles softly, "You know, Wanderer, if you throw your weapons you'll break them."
Lucifer turns his head slightly to the right, smirking. "What are you doing up so early, Sentinel? It's three in the morning." He says, looking at his pip-boy.
She matches his smirk, "I could ask you the same thing, Wanderer."
Lucifer turns to face her, his eyes unable to focus on her, "it's called insomnia, Sentinel." He lazily winks at her, smirking. He leans against his steel beam, losing his smirk, looking down at the ground. "Lack of sleep brought on by acute stress."
Sarah tilts her head slightly to the right, "And what has you stressed?"
He opens his mouth, then closes it, humorously chuckling, "Living out in the wastes isn't exactly a pleasant experience." He looks back up at Sarah, offering a tired smile.
Sarah purses her lips, knowing that Lucifer side-stepped the real reason for his stress. Deciding to drop it, she stands up straighter, jerking head slightly to the right. "Follow me, Wanderer." Lucifer nods tiredly, and stands up straighter. Sarah leads him up the stairs to the second level of the Bailey. She then takes him up a ladder to the top of the Citadel. Sitting down, she pats the ground next to her. "Come on." Lucifer sits down a bit away from her. At first, Sarah's disappointed that he did not sit closer, but is then pleasantly surprised, when he lies down with his head in her lap. "Comfortable?" She asks, running her fingers through his auburn hair, a chuckle in her voice.
Lucifer smiles sleepily up at Sarah, "If you keep stroking my hair, I will be."
Sarah smiles softly, tracing designs in his hair. "Good." She whispers softly to him. She rests her right hand on his chest, looking fondly at him.
Lucifer closes his eyes, a smile on his face, his breathing slowing down. "Thank you," he murmurs softly. He moves his left hand to cover her hand that is resting on his chest.
Sarah smiles, interlocking her fingers with his, "Anytime, Wanderer," she whispers to him.
Lucifer chuckles, "Goodnight, Sarah" he yawns, almost nuzzling into her.
Sarah strokes his hair gently, "Goodnight, Wanderer," she murmurs softly.
"Lucifer"
"Hmm?" She asks softly, humming the word.
"Call me Lucifer, Sarah."
A slow smile spreads across her face, "Goodnight, Lucifer."
"You know, Sarah, "Lucifer begins, after a few moments of silence, "out there, I'm the 'Lone Wanderer' and, frankly, it's intimidating to live up to the title; even here in the Citadel, I'm either A) a total Wasteland Badass, or B) some opportunistic waster. But with you, I can be just Lucifer, not some title. The truth is, Sarah, is that I . . . I," He opens his eyes looking into hers.
Sarah smiles sadly, nodding her head sagely, "I know." In one quick movement, she grabs his combat knife and brings it to his neck. "I know that you are a son of a bitch!" She screams at him. "You never answered! I asked and you never answered!" Tears well up in her eyes, and she pulls her arm back, to slash him in the neck.
Reflexes kick in, and Lucifer grabs her by the arm. She struggles against him, throwing her body weight into the attack. A nasty gash is cut in Lucifers' neck, and both of them go tumbling forward. Sarah grabs hold of the edge of the Citadel, as Lucifer rolls off. As he falls, Lucifer sees that Bailey is gone and sharp rocks at the bottom of a pit await him. He opens his mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. Above him, he hears Sarah screaming his name.