This is the second part of a series. The first one is called Wasteland Lovers and it's 19 chapters long. You should read that one first or this one might not make sense.

Rated M for violence, swearing, drugs, and sex. You have been warned.

Butch drank his whiskey slowly as he tried to ignore the continued radio broadcasts that kept playing.

He wished they'd just shut that damn thing off.

"Not too long ago, I reported that a cat had recently left Vault 101. His name was James, good guy. Turns out, it gets better! I've got a new report here that said someone else had just climbed out of that hole. What the hell is going on down there? Revolution? Vacation? Somebody fart? Your guess is as good as mine kiddies."

Butch downed his drink, trying to tune it out. Everywhere he went, there was a mention of her.

"Got some great news out of the town of Megaton. Turns out that live atomic bomb in the town's center has finally been deep-sixed for good. The town's sheriff, one Lucas Simms, commissioned the one, the only Lone Wanderer from Vault 101 to disarm the nasty nuke, and the kid delivered. Hey, nice work, 101. Next time you're in the neighborhood, pop into the studio. Ol' Three Dog's toaster's been on the fritz..."

He got up and tossed some caps on the bar, angrily heading back to his room. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it up, stuffing his free hand in his pocket.

He pictured her stupid face when he took her sweet roll on her tenth birthday. Her face had scrunched up as she watched him stuff it in his mouth. She had then angrily taken a step forward and hit him. She had never before done something like that, but that was the first day that he learned that she had a fiery spirit.

He stalked into his room and showered, reveling in the blissful quiet. Too bad GNR was the only radio station out there.

The song that had been playing ended suddenly and Butch braced himself, hoping that Three Dog would just talk about raiders, or the Enclave, or anything else. Of course, he was wrong.

"Hooooo, BOY! Children, you are going to LOVE this! Okay, so I told you about James, the guy from the vault. And then I told you somebody else crawled outta there too. Right. Weeeeell... Guess who came to visit ole' Three Dog, at his luxurious studio in beautiful downtown D.C.? That's right- the other Vault dweller!

He moved to turn the radio off, but the old woman who was seated at his chair held her hand up. "Just a second sweetie, I want to hear this."

"Now, you want to know if it gets better, don't you? Well hell YES it gets better! Turns out Vault dweller number two was none other than James' kid! I know, I know! I couldn't make this shit up! Okay, but now it gets kind of sad. You see, the kid is looking for her dad, looking for James. See, James left Vault 101 without telling the kid why. Now, I've since learned that James is a scientist and is working on something big. Is that why he left the Vault? Looks that way. So who knows, maybe James is going to save the world. Can't think of a better cause than that. But James, if you're listening... Your kid's out, man, and she misses you. So you might want to find her before she gets swallowed up and spit out. And for all of you other cats out there listening, if you see the kid from Vault 101 out there, give her a pat on the back, and wish her luck."

Somehow, Butch doubted James was going to save the world. That was probably his own personal feelings reflected towards him and everything that had happened when they left. Most days, Butch wondered what it would have been like if they had stayed. Would he and Halune have fallen in love? Would they have had children? Or would they have drank the rest of their days away?

He sighed, thinking the last one was probably the most likely.

The only good thing about them leaving the Vault was that Butch was able to see the world outside. Although it was a bittersweet victory with his... wife... haunting his every step.

It was a week later and Butch was eating at Gary's Galley. The waitress, Stacy or Angela or something was flirting with him, he could tell. She was angry after her holy boyfriend had left her and she was trying to make him jealous or forget him. He couldn't decide which.

He had just ordered a steak and was flipping through his pipboy, playing some lame prewar game on it when he heard the familiar voice on the radio crackle to life.

"Grab your hankies, children, cause I've got a heart-warming tale to tell. It's about a little girl's search for her daddy. Waaaah! you see, the kid from Vault 101 has been looking for her dad, a very nice man named James, who left his daughter behind in the Vault when he took off. What kind of dad leaves his kid in an underground bunker? Children, I just don't know. It ain't for Three Dog to judge, and you shouldn't either. But none of the matters now! Father and daughter were spotted walkin' and talkin' together out there in the Wastes. Here's hoping they can hold onto each other this time around."

He sighed. So she found her dad? Good for her.

He rubbed his face.

He hadn't seen her since the Vault, but he had heard word of her coming to town every now and then, accompanied by that giant ghoul that she had brought with when she responded to Amata's distress call. He didn't know why she still traveled around with the ghoul. They were all terrifying and he didn't know exactly how she could stand to travel around with one for so long. He thought of another radio broadcast from not too long ago.

"Hey, remember those down-on-their-luck ghouls who wanted to share the luxury accommodations at the fancy shmancy Tenpenny Tower? Looks like they finally got their upscale address! And all it took was the wholesale slaughter of every other Tenpenny resident! Three Dog's all for stickin' it to the Man, but good golly ghoulies—that's a liiittle much. Oh, and kiddo from Vault 101? You look like a complete freak show in that mask. Hey, somebody had to say it..."

He briefly wondered if Halune had gone crazy. She had gone from a nobody to "that kid from the vault" to a fucking "Vault legend". Every single time someone asked him where he was from, he was tempted to lie. They would furrow their brows and say, "I thought you were a girl." And he'd have to tell them that he was someone else, that they were free to leave the Vault now. They would, of course, nod their heads slowly, disappointment spreading over their faces.

"I've gotten word that a band of mercs called Riley's Rangers were trapped on a DC rooftop, pinned down by super mutants. It would seem that a brave soldier named Theo as lost in the line of duty… but some of the others have been rescued. Do I suspect some vault dweller intervention on this one? I certainly do. Good work, 101."

This time, he didn't care about the weird looks he got. He threw down his caps and didn't even bother finishing his drink. By this time, almost everyone in Rivet City knew that he had grown up with the Vault Legend. They all asked questions about her and what she had been like as a kid. They asked him where she had learned how to shoot and other questions that he realized, he couldn't answer.

After spending his lifetime with her, he knew so little about her.

"Tin-foil hat time, children. My eyes and ears tell me the Big Bad Government has taken over that big machine thingy at the Jefferson Memorial. You heard it here first, my friends - the Enclave is on the scene. I've got reports of flying ships and shock troops in high-tech power armor. And, when the Man showed up, a bunch of scientists went running. With them was Rivet City's own Dr. Madison Li, and that crazy kid from Vault 101. They're safe and sound now at the Citadel. Praise Jesus! Praise Jesus! No sign of the kid's father, though. Here's hoping James is okay."

He dropped the can of hairspray he had been trying to set on the shelf and watched it roll away.

What would she do if her dad died? Would she be okay?

She'd always been daddy's girl and she had absolutely loved her father.

Whenever he pulled a particularly nasty prank on Halune, she would cry to her father and he would march over to the Deloria residence and demand to talk with Butch and his mother.

James had always been protective of his daughter. But now... No. He couldn't be dead. They didn't say that in the radio for sure.

With a shaking hand, he straightened out the hair products on his shelf, praying that she was alright.

He pictured her face the day she had left.

He had looked away quickly, but he saw the disappointment there when he suggested they weren't meant for eachother. Had she actually cared about him? Why the hell would she do that?

He clenched his jaw, remembering the heated kiss they had shared shortly before she left the vault and the smile on her face afterwards.

Dammit, He thought, kicking the wall angrily.

So, this is the first chapter, but in the next chapter, we get some drama! OOooh! Anyway, please review!