Author's Note: Hey guys, this is my first time writing Fallout fanfiction. I was a terrible fan and started playing Fallout when Fallout 4 came out, then I played New Vegas and then 3.
ANYWAYS this is in NO WAY canon. My Fallout 4 oc isn't exactly the Sole Survivor because Shaun was dead to me as soon as I found the Institute, so Ruby (my SS) was born into the Wasteland and she fixes things. So here we go. Also I just went with what John called Mayor McDonough SO FINALLY HERE WE GO FASTEN YOUR SEATBELTS.
The Story Of John Hancock.
Diamond City was the safest city in the Commonwealth. A wall to protect it, guards patrolling, everything was fine there. The only thing these narrow minded people had to fear was The Institute. Synths were a common fear in the Commonwealth but to the good and fair people of Diamond City, Synths were wolves in sheep's clothing. Though their were some who questioned the fear. Like John McDonough. John's older brother, Guy, couldn't stand having to look for his younger brother when he skipped school. He couldn't stand having to do a lot of things for John because he was, as Martha called him, the baby. John was a bright-eyed 16 year old boy who wanted nothing more than to go beyond the wall. Their parents, Patrick and Martha, had always snuffed out the embers of his ideas of leaving before they could turn into a determined, blazing, fire.
Guy, on the other hand, was a strong willed, narrow minded 18-year-old. He was assigned to be his brothers keeper by his mother. Patrick and Guy weren't too keen on Martha babying John but well, he wasn't complaining one bit. John liked his mother treating him like he was the best thing since a Swatter. Though, John knew his older brother would rather be spending time with his friends than having to look for him.
At 16, a boy was to start preparing for the world beyond the wall or preparing to do a part in his city or colony. Martha didn't want that for John. Guy felt as if John's work was less on him. John would go out and 'help' Nick while he had to work with his father in the market or do trading deals with him. Though he was preparing to become the man of the family while John spent his time bothering Piper or helping Nick with his handiwork. True he never got paid but at least he could tell Guy he was doing very important things, though those important things were simply painting or tightening a pipe.
Guy wasn't happy to be looking for John today, not after his mother's hysterical babbling about how he may have gotten past the wall. He searched all around the city, the market, the outskirts, the bases, even at Nicks. He was beginning to give up until he saw John up on the roof of an upper stands house. Upper standers always looked down on families like the McDonough's simply because of where they lived. They lived on the waterfront of the town right by the wall. John's family didn't make the most money b Though playing on their roofs never helped the opinion of them.
"John! Get down from there before someone sees you!" Guy growled through his teeth.
"You see me." John gave a cocky grin.
"I'm serious John! Dad's gonna kill you!" He shouted back, his face getting red.
"Guy, Dad can't legally kill me." He shrugged.
"Johnathan Michael McDonough get down here this instant!" Guy clenched his fists, his already thin patience being stretched dangerously.
"Make me, Edward Guy McDonough." He stuck his tongue out.
Guy walked off in a huff. John grinned triumphantly before laying back down on the tin roof. Not ten minutes later a stern voice came from below.
"Johnathan." The voice commanded. John sat up, looking down to see his father, Patrick, standing below. Patrick was a stern man, he had a tight leash on his boys and made sure they knew it. Patrick was a simple man with simple needs and he tried to make his boys feel the same.
"Oh uh, h-hey dad." He waved shyly.
"Down. Now." He demanded, putting his fists on his hips.
"Yessir." John climbed down, his thoughts clouded with what punishment he would receive for this one. He trudged to his father to begin the walk home.
"What were you thinking? You could have gotten hurt." Patrick scolded him.
"I was just having fun." John shrugged, hanging his head so he couldn't have to look his father in the eye.
"Your 'having fun' is going to break your leg. You don't go to school, then I catch you up on Ann Codman's roof!" Patrick raised his hands above his head.
"It's not like I was vandalizing…" John murmured, the setting sun that had been warm across his face was blocked by his father's arms, the cool of the shadow reminding him of his coming time on house arrest.
"You could have been hurt." Patrick said firmly, turning before any further argument arose.
John stuck his hands in his pockets and walked behind his father, his brother falling in beside him. He punched Guy in the arm, hard.
"Hey!" Guy snapped, his hand instinctively guarding the bruising muscle of his arm.
"That's for being a snitch." John growled bitterly.
Once they got home Patrick told Guy to go inside and help his mother with dinner while he had a 'talk' with John. John never liked their talks, it usually ended in an argument or him running off to vent to Nick. Patrick sat John down in the rusted up patio furniture that decorated their back porch. John sat back, not daring to look up at his impending doom.
"You need to start takin' responsibility and act like a man, John. Why can't you ever just….be normal? Like your brother! You don't see him climbin' on roofs and trying to climb over the wall!" He pointed at the dull green wall. The wall still had an old scoreboard on it from before the war.
"The only time you ever want me to act like a man is when it benefits you." John crossed his arms. His hair fell in his face as he huffed.
"I'm tryin' to benefit you! All this talk about going outside the wall…John it's not realistic! You're thinkin' about leaving the safety of your home, to go get attacked and eaten by God knows what!" Patrick yelled at the boy.
"Maybe I don't want to be a trader, maybe I don't want to be in a caravan, maybe I don't want to be a bartender or a guard!" He argued back to him. Good ol' teenage rebellion was kicking in.
"Look you're not bad lookin' John, we can set you up with a girl, get you a job, get you a life together-"
"But maybe I don't want YOUR life!" He cut him off. John heaved out a few breaths as his yell echoed through the old baseball diamond.
"J-John I wasn't tryin' to...I'm just-I'm tryin' to make sure that you stay safe in life...These ideas of you wantin' to leave, they break your mom's heart…" Patrick put a hand on John's shoulder.
John finally looked up at his father, his eyes red from holding back tears.
"Hey c'mon don't go cryin' on me…" Patrick hugged him. John buried his face in his father's chest. "Hey hey now I wasn't tryin' to hurt your feelin's…"
"You always want me to be like Guy. I don't wanna be like Guy…" John said, wiping his eyes.
"I shouldn't compare you to Guy. Guy's the oldest, he had different parents then you did." He patted John's back.
"Wha's that mean?" John looked up at Patrick.
"It means that we treated Guy differently when he was a kid. Guy wasn't babied like you were." Patrick sighed.
"That's not my fault…" John's voice cracked a bit.
"I know, I know…" Patrick said. "Just….don't let me catch you on Ann Codman's roof again?"
"Yessir." John nodded.
He followed his father inside, getting one last look at the wall before the door shut behind him.
