I own Anastasia, all else to Bethesda.

A/N...

Howdy. I'm playing through New Vegas again, so this is an excuse to return to the Fallout Saga. This will feature the onesided relationship of Vulpes and my Courier. If you've read Desire, you already know who Anya loves. This short fic will take place over the course of the game and a little afterwards.

As always the translated Latin is in parentheses.

So, read, rate, review, and enjoy!

Warning: Mentions of death, mentions of sex, language, and Vulpes.

Staring out across the destroyed town, Vulpes Inculta smiles at his handiwork. With the town of degenerates destroyed, a clear message has been sent to the weak NCR and all those who would seek to fight the Legion; Caesar would be most pleased. However, one of his soldiers interrupts him from his reverie. "Apologies for the interruption Vulpes, but there is a degenerate approaching the town."

Nodding his head, he motions for the scout to leave. "Go and inform the rest. I will allow this degenerate to approach and you will not fire upon them until I give the word." The soldier nods and informs the rest of attack force. As the degenerate approaches, Vulpes swaggers down the steps of Nipton town hall. But, something in the walk of the waster causes him to pause. The degenerate walks like a legionnaire, despite the fact that it is a woman. As his eyes scan this womans' body, he admires her sensibility. She is bound in thick leather armor with dulled grey gloves and matching boots. Her head is covered in a shawl and her eyes covered by a pair of bikers goggles. Attached to her side is a revolver and slung over her left shoulder is a backpack.

Vulpes holds up his hand and raises his voice to the waster. "That's far enough. It is good that you happened by. Don't worry; I will not lash you to the cross like the rest of these degenerates."

Looking from Vulpes to the criminals lashed to the cross, the degenerate chuckles softly and says, "Non fuit occupatus, Vulpes." (You've been busy, Vulpes.)

Hearing the Russian bleed through the Latin stops Vulpes cold and he stiffens up like a board. The woman then takes off her goggles and begins unwrap her shawl, causing Vulpes to gasp at the sight before him. He had thought she was dead and swallowed by the wastes. He did not expect her to come into town nor did he expect that she'd still know him. She had to be a vision; a mirage or trick of the light. But when she let down her silky black hair and bore her silver eyes into his own, he knew that she had returned. "Anastasia!" He exclaims.

Anastasia chuckles and drops her pack, followed by her shawl and goggles. "I thought I only had one name to the Legion, Vulpes. I didn't know that you knew my other."

Vulpes growls and narrows his eyes. "The Whore of Colorado. Why are you here?" Behind him, his soldiers stiffen at the mention of the women before them, having heard the stories from Vulpes, Lanius, and even Caesar himself.

"It's simple, Vulpes. Ego sum in venatu vulpes ex obvio mus." (I'm on a hunt and I need a fox to sniff out a rat.) Anastasia looks pointedly at Vulpes, sending a message with her piercing silver eyes.

Vulpes grunts and crosses his arms. "You come for my help? Non memini Denver, Meretrix? Sapiens es, sicut ego sum et in semita venatione mures, et cum potentia arma portaret. (Do you not remember Denver, Whore? You are as skilled as I am in tracking and hunting rats, even when they wear power armor.) Why do you need me?"

Anastasia steps closers until she is within arm's length of Vulpes. "Because, Vulpes, it is personal between me and this new rat. Besides, Denver was years ago and I am not as skilled as you think. I am just a Courier, nothing more."

"Bullshit!" Vulpes fires back, surprising Anastasia and himself. "Et accepit XVI Enclave capita-etiam Colonel Brandenburg-VII, cum solum. (You took 16 Enclave heads-including Colonel Brandenburg-while I only took 7.) You are more than just a Courier, Anya."

"My, my, Vulpes; using my nickname and giving me praise? Quite ironic coming from the man who sees women as property." Anastasia smirks as she teases the fox before her.

Vulpes snarls as he drops his arms from his chest. "You still haven't answered my question. Why do you need me to track this rat? What has he done to you to make you track him across the Mojave?"

"He is a thief," Anastasia spits back. "He has stolen two things from me. I only want one of them back." Looking down, Anya places a hand on her stomach for only a brief moment. When it passes, she drops her hand from her stomach and calmly approaches the fox before her. Vulpes raises his hand to stop his men from firing as the Whore of Colorado stops in front of the Fox of the Legion. "If you do this for me, I will give you what you have desired since Fort Collins," she whispers in his ear, enjoying how he gasps at the mention.

"How did you . . .?" He begins.

"Despite all your mysteries, Vulpes, you are easy to read; especially when it concerns women," Anastasia chuckles and pulls back from the man before her. "What do you say, Vulpes? Help a whore out?"

Vulpes glares at the woman before. He is annoyed how she speaks to him so brazenly. He is confused at her insistence that she is just a courier. He is shocked that she discovered his lust for her so easily. But most of all, Vulpes is glad that she has returned. The woman he has been pining for years suddenly drops into his lap and opens her legs to him. It's almost too good to be true; Mars must have surely smiled upon him for his loyal service.

"Fine," Vulpes says suddenly. "Tell me about this rat and I will sniff it out. And when we next meet, I will have your body." If Vulpes was not looking carefully at Anastasia's face, he would have missed the look of revulsion that briefly crossed her face. But, before he could question it, the look was gone and replaced by a sly smile and lusty wink.