Writter's Note: I really enjoyed writing this fanfiction. It is one of my favorites ever which is why I chose it to be my first posted. It took me a lot of reading up on character profiles and in game dialog for me to try to make the characters seem as true to themselves as I could. I would like to keep working on this to make it even better but my writing skills can only go so far. Reviews and Feedback welcome. I hope you enjoy!

The Distress Signal

While heading towards Diamond City, Nora got a distress signal on her Pipboy coming from Military Frequency AF95 . She could hear a female's voice coming through, "This is Scribe Haylen of Reconnaissance Squad Gladius to any unit in transmission range. Authorization Arx. Ferrum. Nine. Five. Our unit has sustained casualties and we're running low on supplies. We're requesting support or evac from our position at Cambridge Police Station. Automated message repeating..."

Nora followed the signal, unsure if anyone would still be alive, but as she approached the police station she could hear gun fire and the howls of ghouls. She readied her pistol and turned the corner of the road to find a man in power armor like the ones she had seen on military posters. He was behind a makeshift barricade and was firing a laser rifle to fend off ghouls while another man lay wounded on the steps behind him. A young woman was tending to his wounds and could not move him. Wasting no time Nora fired her pistol at the ghouls and took them out one by one.

Danse was amazed at the skill he saw before him. This stranger from The Commonwealth stormed in without fear and with pinpoint accuracy popped the heads off her foes with a shining smile spread across her face. He had never seen a woman more beautiful. Her skin was pink and scar-less. Her body posture was strong and tall. Her long dark hair flowed and shined on her shoulders looking as if not a single clump of dirt had ever touched it.

As the last ghoul fell to the ground, they both struggled to catch their breath. Still smiling widely, Nora approached the man in armor with confidence. Even through the armor she could see he was tall, strong, and extremely handsome. He had a scar on his brow just above his fierce brown eyes. She liked how it gave character to his chiseled face.

"We appreciate the assistance civilian, but what are you doing here?" Danse found it hard to keep his composure with such a beautiful woman focusing on him. He followed her bright green eyes as they studied him.

"I heard about your need of assistance on my Pipboy and I figured I would lend a hand."

"Pipboy? Are you from a local settlement?"

"Sort of, I use to live in Sanctuary, then I was frozen inside Vault 111."

"A vault dweller huh? Well if you would like to help out head inside. I'll debrief you on the details of our mission. We could always use another set of guns. We have been under attack ever since we entered the area."

"Sure thing."

Nora followed as Danse picked up his wounded partner and headed inside.

(Later)

Danse had sent Nora out on a mission and that night he couldn't find a way to fall asleep. He had so many questions for this mysterious woman who just walked into his life from the ruins. He felt as if he had imagined their whole meeting. She just seemed too pure to be a civilian. In that moment he began to consider the possibility of her being a synth. He prayed for it not to be true but she just seemed too perfect for any other logic to make sense. Her beauty and the way she handled her weapon almost gave off the impression that she was designed, programmed to be that way. But she had the suit and the Pipboy; those were only given to people inside Vault Tec, and that was way before synths were even heard of. On the other hand, she could have stolen it or worse killed for it.

Danse shook the thoughts from his head, "No, I can't think that way about my fellow man. If I start doing that I'll never know who to trust."

He began to think of all the men she must have swooning over her. Surely if she was truly human, then that would mean she must have known many men throughout her entire life. If she didn't having someone in her life already surely there was someone close to her. And besides, he lamented, what chance would a military man like him have. He didn't know anything about women. He hardly ever sat down to talk to anyone let alone start a relationship.

At that moment he felt an aching in his crotch. He hadn't noticed that thinking about her had made him hard and his organ was being constricted by his tight BOS suit. He tossed and turned in his bed trying to get her face out of his head. Eventually giving up he decided he was better off spending his time on work. He got up out of bed and headed to the lobby for a smoke and to make himself some tea: anything to get his mind back on the mission.