A/N: This is a short prologue to the characters, later you will learn more about as the story goes. Also I have a lot of stories I am writing under my belt and I am really horrible at finishing them :P So I hope you enjoy!

Warning: I don't own Fallout, sorry...

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...The Robisons

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Jamar Robinson, placed his darkened hand on his wife's sun-kissed belly. He enjoyed feeling the kicks of his unborn child after a night of rough and tumble, his wife, naked as the day she was born, minus the growing child in her womb.

She placed her hand over his, "He's kicking a lot."

"Thought we could rock her to sleep." Jamar's head rested on his wife's shoulder, "She is going to look like her mother."

"It's going to be a boy and he will look just as handsome as his dad." He playfully bite at her shoulder as they spooned on the mattress of their tent. She was five mouths pregnant and he was a day away for being sent undercover to infiltrate the Cottonwood Legion camp.

"Are you going to miss me?" He spoke into her ear, making each word count with his heavy breath.

"Of course." She ran her fingers into his salt and pepper hair and turned her head toward him, her dark eyes met his and she pushed her lips to his. She suddenly tensed up, "Aw, right in the Kidneys." She got up to her knees.

"Janis." His hand was on her back, "Need me to get you anything?" She shook her head and made a painful cry, He jump up behind her and put his hands around her. "Baby?" She had her hands covering her mouth as she became crying.

"Not again... not again." He lift his head to see what she was talking about when he noticed she was bleeding. He picked her up and ran her to the Camp Forlorn Hope Medical tent, ignoring her nudity or that he was only wear pants.

Doctor Alex Richards was about to leave the tent for the night, when he spotted the tall African American man running with his wife in his arms. Jamar was felled with terror as his wife repeated to herself "Not again... Not again."

Janis Robinson laid on the bed, soaking the mattress with her blood, starring into her husbands worried eyes, His face looked old, his smile lines and crow feet all sensed to be worried. his white hair sticking out on his dark face, his white teeth just as white as the whites in his eyes. The doctor ordered her to be sent to the New Vegas Medical Clinic and Jamar couldn't follow her, that day he was sent to Cottonwood, undercover as a slaver.

Janis returned to Camp Forlorn Hope as soon as the doctors let her leave, Major Joseph Polati handed her an order. Just a week undercover, and he was caught, crucified.

"Just trying to keep things undercover, Jamar... he is a will loved man... a good man." Polati looked down at her. "Don't want other people to know about this, thought you would want to do the job."

"Kill my own husband?" She held the order.

"It's better then staying on that cross."

"You can't really be asking me to do this."

"We are, if not there are many first recon members who will do it in a heart beat."

"No... I'll do it." She put the order in her pocket, she hated everything about it, but it had to be done.

She found a ridge over looking Cottonwood, she could see her husband in her scope, his body beaten and covered in blood, her finger twitched, she cried while looking at him. She couldn't do it, she didn't want to, she blame herself for the loss of her child, she could not live with having to kill her husband. She lifted up her rifle, stood up, she couldn't do it. Maybe, just maybe she would be a better shot at her own head.
The rest of the year of her tour, she did what she was asked, as a Ranger, she was ordered to do everything and anything. Her heart became cold and dark, with every person she was ordered to kill or ordered to protect, she never felt the same as she did in his arms.

At the end of her tour, James Hsu looked at her from his desk, "We could always use a soldier like you." She looked at the paper work to reenlist and teared them up.

"Good luck finding a soldier like me." She walked out of the camp as a free woman and she never felt so unaware of her future until that day.
She got a house in Goodsprings, where her husband and her had planned to someday settle down at, she spend months drinking her pains away, until she one day she was at the local saloon when a man with long wiry hair and a old world flag vest, offered her a job as a Courier. She was low on caps and though she make enough to slide with her heavy drinking habit, she fought off Geckos with Sunny Smiles, she needed more to survival. She took the job and worked with the wired hair man, who called himself Ulysses, until one night she found out he was working with the Legion, she broke all connection from him, until a year and a half of being a courier, she was asked to deliver a platinum chip, she never thought much about it, until she laid flat on the ground with a gun to her head.

Janis thought this was the last delivery she would make, she was right, but this was not the last night she lived. Though she could never turn her own gun on herself, she hoped that someone else would do it for her.
A week later she woke up in Doc Mitchell's house, she gotten to know him will, since he was there to always peel her from her bar stool every night, when she won't leave after closing and that fact that they lived closed to each other, made asking for agave after that day a whole new thing.

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... The Boones

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The waiter at Gomorrah had a great swing to her hips as she pasted drinks to the NCR soldiers on leave. She had a classic beauty, steaming with sexuality, she was not one of the girls stripping or selling their body, she had a simple job. The Soldiers cat called her every time she brag them a drink, she was getting uncomfortable in this job, just trying to make the money to move out of her parents house, She hoped she would met a rich gambler who would make her his trophy wife, but no luck, she gave up on rich gamblers and became setting her eyes on soldiers. Preferably, by some one who was interested in taking her for the long haul.
That night was her lucky night, she caught the eye of a young blue eyed soldier, sitting alone.

"You look lost." She said as she placed his order of scotch on the rocks, on his table.

"Not any more." He said, handing her his caps, "This is my first time on the strip, would you like to show me around?" He lied about this being the first time on the strip.

"Sure, I get off in thirty." She grinned at him, "Oh, my name is Carla."

"Craig."

"Nice to meet you." She smiled and walked back to the bar with a great sway of her hips. Craig spent the rest of Carla's shift ordering more drinks from her, until she got off work. They spent the night on the New Vegas Strip, when the sniper realized he might have ordered too much to drink. She ended up having to take care of him in his hotel room, but by the morning he took her out to breakfast, at that moment, her brown eyes meet his blue eyes, he knew he wanted to marry this woman.

Just two months after he met her, his tour with the NCR was over, he didn't reenlist, he picked up Carla from her work and they had a quick Vegas wedding. Craig and his best friend Manny had already planned to move to Novac way before he even met Carla, so as much as she detested Novac she had to make it her new home. They lived there for a year when she got pregnant and though she had a following of locals who hated her as much as she hated the town, she had to plan to raise a family there. She continued to have fights with her husband's best friend and she got into the habit of not leaving the house. This is not what she wanted when she thought about being some one's thropy wife. One night she walked to the dinosaur's mouth, where he husband was working, he pregnant belly almost bursting the seams of her prewar dress.

"Lets get out of here." she rubbed her belly as she looked to her husband.

"I like it here."

"I can't see having a family here." He walked up to her and put his arms around her.

"I can see us having a family here, this is a safe small town."

"It's boring."

"It's safe and when little Carla comes out, she will be fine, under her father's watchful eyes." He gave her a kiss, "I know you want to go back to Vegas, but I can't have my baby girl growing up in a town like that."

"This is getting too much Craig, I want to get out of here." She put her hands on his arms, almost trying to push him away.

"Darling." He rested his forehead on hers, "You know I'll do anything for you, just not that."

"People call me selfish, but it's you that is selfish." she moved away from him and walked out the door, he only thought it was hormones and when his shift was over they made up.
The next night after his shift, he came home to an empty room, blood on the floor, and signs of a struggle. Legion, that was the only thing he could think about, he picked up his rifle and followed every small trail of the Legion soldiers.

He made camp at the sniper hideout, where he watched from his scope, she stood there, surrounded my Legionaries, crying as she was auctioned off to the highest bidder. He noticed the soldier gripping a hold of his wife's arm had a huge cut on his face, that's my girl, he thought, glad that he at least could teach her one to help her fight back. But his mind went back to the days in the NCR, when he saw soldiers captured, he was ordered to shoot them dead. He hated his self at that moment, even for thinking it, but it was her being a slave or death, along with that, his child could have become an Legionary it's self. He stopped his self from thinking about it, he knew if he spent more time thinking about it, he would not do it. So he took the shoot. A gasp of pain left his body as he watched her body fall down, he wished he was strong enough to fight all the Legion soldiers, but he knew he was not.

He dragged his feet home as the months after, he drank himself into a drunken stoop, to the point where all his memory of Carla was lost, but the last one, where he killed her.