Hullo, obviously this is a fallout 3 fanfiction thing.

I'll make teh character good, not 'very' good. cause she does bad stuff every now and then if she's pissed off enough, like everyone ;)

She's more of a sniper, great doctor, and a very high unarmed skill. :D

This is before the quest into Vault 87.

Rated M for Language, Blood and Gore, and smexual themes.

EDIT

I've redone this chapter, as I said I would all those months ago, The special stats are ACCURATE-ish, I've done the math, and the intense training perk has been taken 2-3 times. :P

(If you hate me then you'll do the math yourself and prove me wrong... jerk.)

All the writing has been redone here, as before I felt it was sloppy. I'm a little more proud of this. :)


Emily Anderson

Level - 16

Strength: 4

Perception:7

Endurance:6

Charisma:5

Intelligence:7

Agility:8

Luck:3

Skills

Barter:70

Big Guns:15

Energy Weapons:25

Explosives:20

Lockpick:90

Medicine:85

Melee Weapons:45

Repair:50

Science:45

Small Guns:75

Speech: 75

Unarmed: 90


Part 1 Emily

Emily walked down the stairs of her house, shooting a glance at her dog, who was sleeping soundly in the corner next to her locker. His collar had said, "Dogmeat" when she had found him all that time ago, but she called him Kane, although she did alternate between the two names.

"Here boy!" she called, and his head raised to stare at her, before bounding over from the place he was sleeping moments before. Jumping up and licking her face while she laughed, the dog was her best friend out here in the wastes.

Leaving the dogs side she went over to the locker, taking out her combat suit, 3 grenades, a sniper rifle which she called "Victory", 10 MM submachine gun and some medical supplies.

She stripped down from her casual clothes, a white tank top with sage green pants. While putting on her armor she went into thought. She had heard about an 'Oasis' to the north east, It was best if she went to check it out, but she was thinking a lot about her old home since the death of her father. She felt like like something was wrong. Not like there was anything she could do about it, she had entered the old password into the control panel outside of the vault once and saw that the password had been changed, it was obvious she wasn't wanted back, unsurprisingly. She decided she would visit anyway, heck, they might even let her in this time saying how sorry they were, she mused in her mind.


"It feels like you left home a long time ago, but I know you're still out there. I just hope you're still alive to hear this. Things got worse after you left. My father's insane. I changed the door password to my name. If you're hearing this, and if you still care enough to help me, you should remember it. Message repeats."


"Wake up! you got to wake up!" cried a familiar voice. She opened an eye to see the blurred image of Amata standing over her.

"How weird, I was just dreaming about you..." Emily responded honestly, though drowsily.

"Come on, theres no time for that, you have to leave." she said urgently, sounding almost on the verge of tears. She noticed the difference from the last time she had made that comment, Amata said that the comment was 'Gross and inappropriate', she supposed that Amata was used to her teasing her in that way.

She sat up, rubbing her eyes getting a good look at Amata now, she saw that her eyes were red, and she looked upset. She took off the covers of her bed, leaving her bare with the exception of her underwear. Amata averted her eyes from her as she went to go put on some clothes.

"Why are you here anyway?" she asked as she pulled the jumpsuit up, pushing her arms through the sleeves.

"You're dad is gone... and my father's men are after you!" she told her urgently, as Emily was zipping up her jumpsuit.

"My dad's gone?" she repeated, turning around to face Amata.

She nodded, not saying anything, and Emily saw a tear run down her cheek.

"Jonas is dead."

Her eye's widened, "What?"

Amata gave a small sob, "They just beat him and beat him..." she said, before she started crying.

Emily felt a rush of sympathy for her innocent friend, who never imagined hurting anyone. She walked over to her and hugged her tightly. Emily was a few inches taller than her friend, so Amata had her face buried in the crook of her neck, her shoulders shaking.

She would have said something to help comfort her, but she was too deep in thought. Where could her dad have gone? she ran through the possibilities in her head, but she couldn't come up with anything. If he wasn't inside the vualt, he was outside. Where the hell would he go outside? She pushed the thought away, he was probably somewhere inside the vault, hiding, for some reason she couldn't understand.

Amata sniffed, backing up from her, "I- I'm sorry." she apologized, wiping away her tears.

"It's okay," she said soothingly, "I'll figure something out." She promised.

"How? your father left the vault and my dad is going to try and kill you!" She told her, raising her voice. "How can you stay so calm?"

She shrugged and gave a weak smile, "I told you, I'll figure something out." she said leaning on the table. But what Amata had said confirmed her suspicions, her dad was gone, and now she had to go after him, or suffer here under the Overseers rule.

Amata drew a shuddering breath before replying, "Well at least let me help you."


Emily walked along the metal corridor at a fast pace, towards the overseers office, where the supposide escape tunnel to the vault door.

She paused as she neared his qaurters - and Amata's, listening closely, she heard the overseer himself yelling something.

'Most likely at his guards trying to find me', she thought, but as she continued down the hallway towards the shouting, she looked to her left though the window to see Amata, hands tied around her back and attached to the chair she was sitting on, along with her ankles for the legs of the chair. Amata met her eyes, and with the slightest movement, she dipped her head towards the overseers office, telling her to go.


Amata hoped that Emily understood that she wanted her to leave her behind, she felt it was the only way she could help repay her. She twisted her hands in her restraints again, but they didn't give still. She looked back up to her father, his forehead had beads of sweat running down it, she wondered what he was so worried about.

'He's lost control' she thought.

"Tell me where she is." Her father demanded, his anger was evident, and his breathing shallow, she had never seen him this angry. She felt scared, but knew she couldn't betray her only friend.

She could have honestly said that she didn't know before, but now she knew that Emily would be outside or even inside his office already. She smirked, then she looked up at him, "I'm not telling." she teased, she had never felt a bond with him that Emily and his father had felt, and she was always extremly jealous of her, though she couldn't imagine that it should interfere with their friendship. She even went to James when she had a problem that Emily couldn't solve, not her father.

"Hit her again!" he shouted at Mack.

Mack nodded, grinning as her approached her, the baton gripped tight in his hand.

She closed her eyes tight, hoping that Emily would make it to the door soon, causing the alarms to go off. Then at least they would stop this.

"Don't you dare..." Came a threatening voice from the door.

Amata opened her eyes to see Emily, holding the gun she had gave her and pointing it at Mack, her knuckles white at how tight she was holding it.

Her father eyes widened, "Where did you get that!" he cried out. "Officer Mack! Arrest her!" he told his lackey.

Mack slowly approached her, his smile was gone, but there was still that evil glint in his eyes. "Alright missy, but taht gun down..."

"Go to hell."

Mack lunged for the gun, and Emily jumped back on instinct, screwing her eyes up before pulling the trigger.


Amata was running through the tunnel, hoping she would make it in time before Emily left.

She stopped once she had made it to into the room, and she saw Emily standing at the door, her hands on the control panel as she stared through the Vault door.

"You did it! you opened the door!" she said breathlessly, as she approached her, trying her best to smile.

Emily smiled back at her, these were probably their last moments together. "I couldn't have done it without your help." She told her, placing a hesitant hand on her shoulder.

She shook her head, "No, no you could have done it. If anything I just got in the way." she said as she stared through the dirt tunnel, light shining through the wooden door where the planks didn't block it properly.

Emily took a hesitant step infront of Amata, visibly nervous

"I guess this is goodbye..." Amata said sadly, staring at the back of Emily's head, her long, blood red hair draped over her shoulders.

Emily turned back to her, her eyes were wide. She looked afraid. "why don't you come with me?" she asked, a glimmer of hope shining in her eyes, But it died out when she shook her head.

"No, I'm sorry, but I'm probably the only one that can talk some sense into my father,"

Then there was shouting behind the door behind them.

"I- well, if your sure this is what you want." she said, sounding defeated. Amata winced, she wanted nothing more than to stay with her, but she had to stay to help everyone else in the vault.

"Good luck, please remember, you are the best friend I will ever have, and I'll miss you." Amata said, she never imagined anything like this was going to happen.

Frustrated shouting came from the door again.

Emily didn't move, her gaze was moving from the dirt tunnel, the door with the gaurds behind it, and her.

"Go! Please!" Amata told her, panicking, she wann't sure if she could handle it if her father killed Emily too. "If you don't leave my-" Emily cut her off by suddenly pressing her lips on hers.

Amata froze, confused for a moment on waht was going on, then it ended, Emily running out the door, with the gaurds finally getting the other open, rushing to the control panel to shut the door.. She watched Emily run, sending a silent prayer for her safety.

Until the door slammed shut.


-Emmathedinosaur