Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I profit from Fallout 3 or its characters in any way. All rights belong to Bethesda.
Author's Notes:I hope this doesn't get confusing for anyone but I decided to write my story from two different view points. This first chapter is the female Lone Wanderer's then Butch DeLoria's in the second. Then it switches back again to the FLW's and then to Butch and it just continues in that pattern. I thought it would be more fun to write a story in which both characters could be heard instead of just one. The story takes place after the FLW has left Vault 101 for the second time. Doing the good thing and leaving the place to be ran in the hands of Amata. Her father is already dead by this time and she has also made her decision on the fate of Megaton. Leaving from the residential tower of Tenpenny she makes her way to Rivet City, thinking that once again she is forever to wander the emptiness of the Capital Wasteland alone. But when she finally makes her way to her destination she finds she may not be as lonely from then on out; due to a certain man that she finds utterly frustrating as well as him holding the same feelings toward her. But yet they both hold a deep yearning for one another that they've tried to suppress for too long.
A Wasteland Romance
1. Alone Again
It had been over a month since I left vault 101 for the second time. The trouble that had been running though my once home away from home had finally come to a peaceful resolve. Yet something was still pricking at the back of my mind, eating away at me like acid through paper. But what was it?
I was on my way to Rivet City and I had just come from a heated battle between an encampment of Raiders. I had stumbled upon them accidentally when I was journeying though from Tenpenny tower. I was wounded and almost crippled in my right arm. I had used the last of my stimpacks the day prior to that when I was making my way through the Springvale School. The pain surged through my body as if I were being electrocuted with every step. Thank fuck I was only a few feet away from the front entrance of this floating safe haven. I would be able to heal myself and stock up on some supplies before I left again.
My God…why did the damn bridge have to be so long? It felt as if it was taking me forever to reach the door. While minutes seemed like hours I finally reached my salvation. Upon entering the door to the market place I could see out of the corner of my eye that the guards standing outside stared at me as if I was already on my death bed. It made me feel that uneasy, nagging feeling that was pushed to the back of my mind weeks ago resurface and make its home again in my consciousness. How I wish I could get this feeling to go way.
Inside and away from all the evils of the wasteland I could breathe a sigh of relief. The cool air of the enclosed base made its way into my nostrils and across my sun beaten skin. I was now safe and happy that I could rest without the fear of gunfire streaming passed my head as I made a camp and waited for the sunrise to come before I could continue on my way again.
The shops were all opened and ready to take your caps willingly. I made my usual stops at Flak 'N Shrapnel's to get some more ammo and parts for my weapons, then to A Quick Fix to stock up on a lot of stimpacks and a few other chems. As soon as I had bought enough "medicine" I immediately used two of my stimpacks. The relief was instantaneous. It had come over me so fast that I couldn't even remember that I was in pain before. The last stop I made was over to Gary's Galley for a fast bite to eat, and then it was off into the wastes again.
While sitting there at one of the many run down tables, I began to concentrate on the sensation that had been annoying me for the last couple of days. What was this sinking feeling? It almost hurt in a strange way. I kept trying to remember when this feeling started to plague my every move and thought and then I remembered. It was when I left the vault. I just hadn't realized it until now. The thought of leaving my home for the second time in my life made me feel sick to my stomach and uneasy in my chair. My whole life was there or it use to be. Now it was here…in the blood stained dust and sand of the capital wasteland.
I could finally identify what this feeling was that had been weighing me down all this time. It was the fact that I was alone again.