Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout 3 or any of the original characters from the game itself.

Very rarely is it that I see a dedicated story with an evil Lone Wanderer so I figured I'd throw in one.

Chapter 1
Rebbecca stepped out of her father's dimly lit office, upset that she could not convince him she was sick. Stanley sat in the corner, looking pale with weak eyes. Jonas walked into the room. Jonas stepped through the door, coming towards her. The dark man in his white lab coast levelled his eyes behind his reading glasses at her.

"Stopped in to see the old man before class, eh?"

Rebbecca looked at him. Her eyes drifted to the bonesaw on the table next to her. For a second she contemplated removing the smile on his face. She settled on grumbling at him as she walked past and headed for the door.

The hallway was brighter than her father's office. The sound of Butch's voice came from her right. She shook her head no doubt he was accompanied by his pack of delinquents calling themselves the Tunnel Snakes. Unfortunately for her, she was going in that direction because the class was that way.

"I can show you a real Tunnel Snake Amata." The ridiculous voice came from Butch, the most disliked kid in the Vault, next to her and one other. They eventually came into view from behind the large divider in the middle of the wide hallway. Butch was leaning against the wall to the left of the classroom as Rebbecca walked in their direction. The other Tunnel Snakes surrounded Amata who had turned the corner to get to the classroom.

Rebbecca considered going directly to class, despite the fact it was not where she wanted to go. It had been boring lately. Picking a fight with Butch might make things a little more interesting. Amata was one of her only two friends. Why Amata still liked her regardless of the things she said about her father and the people in this hole in the ground they lived in, she would never perceive.

She walked over to the pathetic boys calling themselves Snakes. She looked at Butch. He was the first to speak. "What do you want?"

"Leave her alone Butch."

"Or what? The little girl going to fight me?" Butch said, folding his arms in an attempt to intimidate. The other two Tunnel Snakes stepped a bit closer, tightening the circle. Rebbecca stood her ground. She was not about to let Butch or any of his asshole friends intimidate her.

"And why shouldn't I fight you? Remember that ass whopping you got on my tenth birthday?" Wally Mack, one of Butch's gang members snickered. Butch looked at him, his face a combination of embarrassment from the memory and sheer anger.

"Your boyfriend and Gomez aren't around to save you this time." Rebbecca resented that statement. Jason was not her boyfriend, only her friend. On her tenth birthday, Butch had tried to take the sweetroll, Old Lady Palmer had given her. She insulted his mother and Butch had gotten riled up. She had gotten in a few punches before Wally Mack tripped her when she stepped back to avoid a punch Butch had swung at her face. Butch came down on top of her and was about to pummel her before Jason had pulled Butch off of her. If Officer Gomez had not intervened Butch probably would not be smart mouthing her at the moment.

"He's not my boyfriend Butch, and as I remember you were getting your ass kicked before that idiot," she motioned to Wally Mack, "hadn't tripped me."

"Could you please not fight?" Amata was attempting to calm the boiling tempers before the fight started. Her words fell on deaf ears, the tension between Rebbecca and Butch was too strong.

"You think you could stand a fight with the Tunnel Snakes?" Butch leaned off the wall. "Come on Tunnel Snakes. Let's get her."

The instant Butch turned to face her a hand came from behind his head and a switchblade was pressed against his neck. Rebbecca recognised the blade to be the same one that would have cut Butch's throat six years earlier. Jason stood three inches above Butch's high hair line with dark skin and defining features. "What's wrong Butch? Can't fight your own battles?" he asked Butch. His voice had a hint of malice in it, often heard by many persons in the Vault.

Wally Mack tried to grab at Jason. Jason turned and backed up against the wall, using Butch as a shield. Paul Hannon, not the brightest of the group also tried to make an attempt to grab at Jason. Rebbecca tripped him and sent him careening at Jason and Butch. Jason released Butch and pushed him into Hannon. The two crashed into each other and collapsed on the ground.

Rebbecca laughed at the awkward entanglement of the two boys and Jason looked at Wally with a smile on his face, holding the switchblade in sight. Amata was trying to tell them to stop fighting without any result.

Butch got to his feet and looked at Jason. "Why you..."

"You kids should really get to class before I report you to the Overseer." Mr. Brotch was leaning out of the classroom looking at them. Jason simply folded the switchblade and placed it in his pocket. Butch stood up and looked at everyone.

"Come on Tunnel Snakes," he said taking command again, "we'll deal with them later." Wally and Paul said comments of approval and followed him into class.

Amata walked up to Jason. "Thank you."

Jason looked at her. "Thank her," he said looking at Rebbecca. "I didn't do it for you." Amata gave her thanks to Rebbecca and walked into the classroom. Jason motioned for Rebbecca to proceed and he walked in behind her, his size overshadowing her smaller frame. Rebbecca took her seat and Jason took his behind her.

"Good, now that everyone's managed to find the classroom we can get started and keep your eyes to yourselves." He stopped as Butch laughed. Butch had gotten into trouble for putting too much effort into looking at Kristine Kendall. It did not go over well with her father, Officer Kendall. "Yes I'm talking to you Mr. DeLoria," Mr. Brotch said. "Now let's begin." He clicked a button in his hand and a picture appeared on the white board. "A frenzied Vault scientist..."

Rebbecca could not help but chuckle at the ludicrous answers for some of these questions. She answered the ones she knew to the best of her abilities while, others she simply chose the most wicked choice, such as strapping down a patient and watching him suffer as an infection spread. She was not big on medicine despite her father's occupation.

Jason stared at the last question with a blank look on his face and got an almost irresistible urge to strangle the Overseer. The last question was plainly obvious and if it was not bad enough, all four options were the Overseer. Jason decided to add an option of his own. He placed a fifth option beneath the last one; What the fuck! and ticked it. He chuckled for a moment, the thought of what he had just written amusing him slightly.

"Okay. Pencils down. That's it, the infamous GOAT. I'm sure for some of you that wasn't so bad, others, well... I'm sure there are still openings in the maintenance department. Don't forget to hand in the test before you leave class. You don't want to know what happens to people who fail the GOAT." Mr. Brotch began walking over to his desk. "You can take the rest of the day off to celebrate, or to pray as the situation warrants."

Rebbecca stood in the line behind Butch. Jason stood behind her almost as if he was ready to fall asleep. He definitely woke up upon hearing Butch's new occupation of hairdresser. He burst out laughing, a form of behaviour uncommon for him. He almost flipped the table behind him as he laughed. As Jason's fit receded, Rebbecca gave Mr. Brotch her test. He looked it over and checked another paper he had.

"Looks like you're the new Computer Technician Rebbecca."

Rebbecca shrugged. "I guess that could work." Truth be told, she felt rather happy to be the new Computer Technician. She would not be working with many, and if she was careful she could get more access to the Vault's mainframe.

She stepped to the side and let Jason hand in his paper. Mr. Brotch looked at it just as he did hers and stared at the final answer for a moment. "Looks like I'm looking at the next Vault Doctor."

"That's a bad idea," Rebbecca quickly stated.

"It's what the results say."

"I don't mind," Jason said. He was definitely back to his calmer self. He turned and began walking to the door.

"My Dad doesn't even like you." Rebbecca walked in front of him to get through the door. Jason stopped and let her pass. Freddie Gomez was still sitting at his table looking at the paper. He complained about not knowing the answer for one of the earlier questions and then stated that he did not know what to put for the last question. Jason got an urge to strangle the shit out of the once aptly named Freddie the Freak.

He walked over to Gomez, Rebbecca standing in the doorway waiting for him. He looked over Freddie's shoulder. "Freddie. The answer to the last one is the same fucking thing for all four, okay?" he said calmly. Whether Freddie had actually realised it or not Jason did not care. Wally and Paul pushed past him as he made his way to the door.

He walked out of the classroom and walked up to Rebbecca, who was leaning against the wall awaiting his arrival. "As I was saying," she said in her aggressive tone. "My father doesn't even like you. How can you not mind working with him?" They started walking in the direction of the cafeteria.

"Because, it's not like we would be looking to become friends. It's just work." Jason paused for a moment. "Why are you using your father as a defense? You don't like him either."

"Maybe... but I don't like the idea of you getting into a fight with him." A thought occurred to her. "Just don't try to kill him or anything. Then we'd definitely have trouble staying in this shithole."

"It was not my intention to get into a fight with him or anything but thanks for the idea." Jason gave her his smile. She looked at him with fire in her eyes. They walked into the cafeteria. Officer Gomez sat in his usual spot to the left of the door when they walked in., drinking a bottle of water. Andy, the Mister Handy variant of robot, was hovering behind the counter with Ricky, the chef. Had Stanley not been sick he would most likely have been nearby in case something happened to Andy. Butch and his pack of hoodlums sat at the back of the cafeteria having lunch.

Rebbecca and Jason got their lunch and sat at the table behind Butch. Jason sat facing Butch's table as a precaution he took out of habit. Rebbecca looked down at the seat she sat in; the most colourful thing in the room. The old jukebox and Andy the Robot's eyes tied for second in that respect.

"I hate these seats."

"You say that all the time. I understood it the first several hundred times you said it. What's so different about the seats? You hate a lot of things," Jason commented, taking a bit out of his meat substitute burger.

"So do you." Rebbecca moved the fork around her salad before categorising it as satisfactory.

"But I'm not particularly vocal about the things I dislike."

"You're not vocal about how much you hate this dumbass hole in the ground." She brushed a stray hair from her face as she ate the salad.

Jason looked from his burger to her. "Perhaps the only thing I would make a comment about. However, I still don't speak about it as much as you do."

Rebbecca sighed, an indication that she had given up. It was difficult to win against Jason in an argument. How he could speak so well was beyond her. "Can I ask you a question?" He did not answer. The only time he answered to that question was when he did not want her to ask. "Why do you speak the way you do?"

"Because he's a nerd," Wally Mack said from the other table. Jason looked at him with no expression, even in his eyes.

"You mean how I speak so well despite our mediocre education?" Rebbecca nodded. "I've been alone from the time I was small. The only thing I could find to do involved reading books. I found various books, including old novels."

"You really had time."

"We're stuck in a fucking hole in the ground surrounded by metal walls and people who pretend to give a shit about us. Time is an illusion down here. There's no sense of urgency meaning time does not exist. Time is what we perceive it to be, however long or short we so desire."

Jason looked past Rebbecca and knocked over his still corked water bottle in her direction. She leaned forward as Butch's elbow came over the seat's back with the intention of hitting her. Butch looked at Jason with his intimidating "bully" stare. Jason smiled, the hatred radiating from his eyes. As Rebbecca straightened up, she smashed her elbow into the side of Butch's head.

She rubbed her elbow and smiled malevolently at what just occurred as Butch leaned over on the seat clutching his head. "I really want to get outta here," she said. Jason remained silent.