UNDER THE SAME BLUE MOON
A FALLOUT FAN FICTION
`From the moment The Lone Wanderer had stepped out of the vault, he knew his life would never be the same, and that he could never settle down. He was what his title proclaimed him to be, a lone wanderer. His days of being nomadic had been long and winding. He had been gone so long he forgot his own name. But he didn't need one. He wasn't a boy in a vault anymore. He was a man of the wasteland. He felt connected to the barren landscape, like a fisherman his pole, a musician his instrument. The wastes kept him going, through his endless days. But his days in the DC ruins were complete, he had seen, he had done. He felt his journey throughout there was complete. He had his sights set on one place. The Mojave. He had heard great things of it, its sprawling landscape, its plentiful mercenary work. But there had been one single thing, or rather person, that had sparked his interest. He had been told of The Courier. One who could match him in experience. Of love for the wasteland. He felt there would be no better companion and rival than this man. And so, he began his journey westward.
`The Courier sat in the Mojave Outpost barracks, enjoying a drink with Boone and Cass. They were merrily enjoying themselves, even Boone, for they were loaded full of drink after a successful mission. The bartender, Lacey, turned to The Courier.
"I heard it from a trader that you've got someone looking for you, Courier," she said.
The Courier reached for his pistol at his side.
"Excuse me?" he asked
"Oh, not like that. He means well. At least I'm assuming. It's the guy from Vault 101, the one that stopped the Enclave back in DC, you've heard of him, correct?"
"Oh. I've heard a few things, yeah. What does he want?" He replaced his pistol.
"Not sure, all I heard from a brahman trader was that he's making his way from D.C. to meet you. Beyond that, no idea. I'm sure he doesn't mean any harm"
"I wouldn't be so sure…" said Cass.
"He destroyed the fucking Enclave for the good of the people at the cost of his life. I'm pretty sure he's not out for blood. Courier here hasn't done a thing to him, anyway. I just don't see anything bad happening." chimed in Boone.
The Courier looked deep in thought, staring deep into nothing.
"Let him come, I look forward to this. I'm sure I've got enough manpower here to handle anything he could throw at me, right guys?"
"Hell yeah!" Cass and Boone said simultaneously, as they both took a shot of whiskey.
The Wanderer returned to Megaton to say his goodbyes, for it had been the only place where he felt he could settle down, if he ever chose that. He said goodbye to Moira last, because he knew it would be the hardest.
"You…you're leaving..? Oh…" Moira said, looking almost like a sad dog. "Will you be back…?"
"It's possible. I don't know. It all depends on how my journey goes. I'll never forget you, though, you're something else, Moira!' said the Wanderer, with a chuckle and a big grin.
"Aww, you big, sweet-hearted lug! I'll never forget you either. You really helped me before with the survival guide. I couldn't have done that without you," she said with a smile. "I don't know if you're the type, but…hug? Moira opened her arms.
"Why not? The Wanderer laughed as he hugged her.
"I've got some supplies here-" Moira started.
"No, I couldn't."
"Take them."
"Ugh fine. Thank you so very much, Moira."
"It's nothing. If you ever need anything else, you know where I'll be at! I want to see you again, come back soon!"
The Wanderer nodded as he walked out the door of the Craterside Supply. He walked down to the midsection of the small town, patted the huge nuclear bomb that he had disarmed years ago when he was only 19, and walked out the front gates, beginning his journey.