Author's Note
So this is my first FanFic I've posted on this site.
It's been up for a while but I haven't always been happy with it and have only recently just gone through all of it and changed a few things around.
Nothing too major apart from my character name for the Lone Wanderer has changed.
I hope you enjoy the story and for those who have read it before, I suggest re-reading it from the first chapter so you understand what's going on.
Description
It's been one year since the activation of the Purifier occurred and now Falcon is travelling to find some pre-war technology to help defeat the Enclave Remnant and save the one he loves. But will he be able to do it?
Of The Past We Use To Advance Chapter 1 – Party Time People.
The loud sounds of music from Agatha's Violin, an Initiate's skill on the drums and of all people, Knight Captain Gallows playing an acoustic guitar, were all helping to place a positive mood for the party in the bailey. Tonight was a celebration for all of the Wasteland; just this particular party was reserved for the Brotherhood and certain guests while it remained in the bailey of the Citadel.
Everyone was partying, some harder than others, most competing to see who could be the party drunk of the night but overall, everyone was having the time of their lives.
Yet as Sentinel Sarah Lyons walked through the courtyard passing her fellow Brotherhood 'Brothers' she could not help but notice her good friend Falcon. She always thought it was stupid having to call him that, but he never let anyone know his real name. It always seemed like not many people cared though, they were just grateful he would help them.
But here he was, sitting at the bar silently with a bottle of pre-war vodka instead of being in the outside world saving people from danger.
She mused silently to herself, remembering the first time they met. He told her to call him Falcon and that he left the safety of his Vault to search for his missing father. When she pressured him for his actual name, mainly because of her curiosity more than really needing to know, he only ever said, "One day, if you've been nice and I'm feeling talkative, I'll tell you everything you want to know."
It was always hard to imagine that was just over a year ago.
Tonight however is the one year anniversary since the Purifier was activated; only a few days earlier had it also been the anniversary of death for Falcon's father James. Sarah knew how incredibly close Falcon and his father were. Even closer than her and her father Owyn, leader of the Brotherhood of Steel are.
She walked towards the bar he was sitting at and joined him on one of the bar stools.
"One Nuka-Scotch thanks," she said to the bartender as she turned to face Falcon, "Hey there Con. You know, considering we wouldn't be having this party at all without your help, I thought you'd at least be going around the courtyard and spending time with everyone. It's not just the members of the Brotherhood but also your close friends that are here."
Con smiled lightly and turned to face Sarah and said, "Look, I know you think I'm..."
"Sulking." Sarah burst out, cutting Falcon off mid-sentence while the bar tender gave Sarah her drink.
He looked at her with a small touch of annoyance that vanished as he replied, "No, I was going to say being silent but I guess sulking works too. So does mourning but I think I've been doing that for a year now, don't you?"
Sarah put her hand on Falcon's shoulder and gripped it lightly, letting her usual military facade fall for a moment so he could see the saddened look on her face. Over the past year they had worked on several large operations or missions, usually of which consisted of clearing out a nest of Ghouls or Supermutants, which let the two of them develop an unspoken bond between them.
Usually it meant that just one look at each other showed more then what a paragraph could say. This time, he knew she was saying he didn't have to stay this way. And she was right. Some of his closest friends he had made over the past two years were at this party. Even Fawkes the friendly Supermutant. A year ago the Brotherhood would have shot him on sight but now, a lot of them called him a friend.
Falcon took one last shot of vodka and got up from his barstool, extending his arm that Sarah took and the two of them walked into the crowd of people in the courtyard.
"Sarah has a unique way of getting me to see cleary. I guess that's one reason I feel a connection to her" Falcon thought as they became lost in the crowd.