[Disclaimer; I don't think this needs saying, but just incase Bathesda gets a stick up their ass, I do not own Fallout or affiliated materials in any way shape or form. I am mearly borrowing them for my own amusement.]
[Summery; Female main's story line, with a few creative turns taken here and there. Eventual Danse romance, but it needs to get there first. SPOILER WARNING! If you have not finished the main game, or Brotherhood of Steal story line, this will ruin it for you. Consider yourself warned. I hope you all enjoy, no flames please, constructive criticism welcome.]
War... War never changes. Or so Nick would tell me. He said the weapons and faces change; the world around you and even the reason your fighting. But war... war never changes. It just changes everything around it.
I don't think I believed him then. I don't think I understood what he meant, or was trying to say. They where just words. Scary words, but words like any others. It wasn't until I stepped into that vault did I begin to understand. And only then, far to late to save my family.
I dream about them every night. My husband clutching our young son. Refusing to let go... fighting to keep Shaun safe... while I watched, and waited... unable to do anything but scream and pound on the glass. I hear that gun shot, that gravel voiced male with the scar, and the countdown once more.
You think you'd dream in a cryo sleep like that. An uncountable amount of time, ticking slowly by. But there where no dreams. No way to know when one day came and another went. Just one moment awake, the next freezing, and then... nothing. Until you wake up once more, to stumble from your prison and find that nothing is the same.
War... War never changes. Just the world.
