Author's Note: I started writing this Fan Fiction as a simple romantic story, boy meets girl, they fall in love and have many sex scenes :P But I really got into the background of the courier and the story just grow as I would continue writing. The Characters do a lot of un-characteristic things that is not seen in the game, that is the beauty of FanFics is the 'what if' ideas, I was not sure of certain dates of events, so I made some up. I also based the Courier's humor on my humor, which is dorky and perverted, which will be show more as the story goes on. I am also horrible at spelling and grammar, and sometimes to the point that spell check doesn't always help. So my husband is my editor, I am only posting the things that have been edited, if your enjoyment!

Disclaimer: I don't own Fallout :( nor do I own the character or places or Nuka-Cola or Sunset Sarsaparilla.

Warming: Rated M for language and smutty goodness!

PS: Every on top here has not been edited, so I hope you don't mine the bad grammar :P Now on to the story!

The Courier was on her way back to Novac after she sent the Ghouls up into space with their rockets. The dust from the road hit her boots and added to it's heaviness. The fresh air of night filled her nose and felt refreshing to the young courier. Job done well. It was now time to see Manny, the sniper that promised her information about where the man in the checkered suit was if she cleared the area north of Novac of ghouls. She was walking up the stairs to the sniper hideout in the Lizard's mouth. She kept her head down, watching her shadow make its way around the dusty floor. She sighed softly to herself as she opened the door to the sniper hideout.

"Hi..." But it was not Manny. She was surprised but she tried to be nice.

"God damn it, don't scare me like that," the sniper said. He looked at her uncomfortably, his face was full of lines of stress and lack of sleep. He had a military vibe that matched will with his clean cut appearance and stiff facade.

"Oh sorry. I was looking for Manny."

"He is the day sniper..." He turned back to the road.

"Okay..." The Courier said as she turned to head for the door.

"Wait." He stopped her as he heard her hand on the door. "You're new here?"

"I just came into town two days ago, why?" She turned her head to him, but kept her hand on the door. She breathed in a whiff from her hair witch was laying on her shoulders. Two days of fighting Nightkins with a love for stealthboys was not an easy job. She could smell her sweat and the nightkin blood. "Are you going to kill me or something?"

"Not unless you give me a reason to." He had turned back around at her. It was well past midnight and despite the dark night, he was wearing sunglasses. She looked to see the outline of his eyes. He looked full of anger and she was worried that he would take it out on her. He was creepy, looking at him gave her a cold shiver down her spine. "My wife... was taken by the Legion. I want to find out who sold her to them."

"You want me to find your wife? 'Cause I..."

"No, she is dead." He cut her off. "I want you to find out who the son of a bitch was that told the Legion to come and get Carla."

"How do you know she is dead?"

"I just know." He took off his hat and handed it to her. "Lead him to the front of the Lizard and put on my hat. That will let me know that you are next to the fucker."

She looked down at the hat in his hand. A thin layer of dirt coated the red beret, the wool was sun beaten and faded. As she took it she felt his dry rough hands. They were large and looked strong. His calloused fingers lightly touched her as she grabbed it. When he put his hand down back to his side, she was slapped back to reality. She found him staring at her when their eyes met, he stood there looking into her doe-like hazel eyes. If you just aged her by her eyes, she looked around fifteen, but the lines and marks on her face told stories of dark caves and sorrow. Her face seemed to know more than the courier actually knew about herself.

"What is your name?" She asked as she put the hat in her coat.

"Boone." He turned his head to the road and then looked back at her. "And you are?"

"I don't have a name. Well, I don't remember my name." She rubbed her eyes with her palm. "I kinda gave myself the name Six." A drop of sweat fell from her forehead. Even in the dark, the Nevada heat was merciless.

"Six?" Boone cocked his eyebrow, "Like the number?"

She smiled. How was she going to tell him what happened? She didn't know him. Hell, she was not even sure about what happened. She decided to be coy. He was not telling her the whole story, why should she? She ran her index finger on the scar where the bullets hit her forehead. "It's a long story. Let's just say it is a nick name."

She began to back up as he just stared at her, his eyes made her feel uncomfortable, even tough she couldn't see them. She smiled lightly as she saw him take out his rifle. This is it! She thought, He is going to kill me, just 'cause of my name? Is he a part of my past?

She heard the gun shot and was looking up as he turned back to her. Six had put her hands over her ears and felt pressure on the scar that the man in the checkered suit gave her. Just hearing the sound make her core shake. The sound of the gun made her think about that man who tried to kill her. Six saw the checkered suit and the engraved details of the sliver clean handgun he pulled on her. His smile as he pulled the trigger. The flash of light and the pain. "The truth is, the game was rigged from the start."

Boone put his rifle back down and walked right up to her. He noticed her shaking. "It was just a fiend. He's dead now."

They met each other's eyes, Six's eye was starting to get moist.

"If you don't trust me, you should just leave." Boone walked back to the edge of the lizard's mouth and looked down at her.

"I've been shot before." She said and kept her head down.

"Who hasn't?"

She let it out, "Two shots in the head." She pushed her bangs away to show him her scars. "I woke up in Good Springs a week later and that is the first thing I remember."

"Lucky it wasn't a sniper who hit you. Your head would be gone if it was me."

"You are an awesome people person, ain't ya?" She turned back towards the door and as she opened it she said, "I'll do as you ask." Then she walked out of the sniper hideout.

"Fuck," Boone said to himself. He once was better with people, when he was with Carla. He had always been the silent type, but Carla made him smile. She made him happy, and even made him social. He missed his wife so much.

He had to talk himself into not crying. He was on duty. In a few hours he would be in the safety of his room and then he knew he could be himself there.

Six made her way to Manny's hotel room. The paint of the door seamed to crack as she knocked on the door and waited. She rested her head on the door frame when Manny opened the door. He looked like he just woke up complete with dishevelled hair and red eyes.

"Where the fuck is the man in the checkered suit." She was tried of this town, it's people, it's snipers.

"You killed the ghouls?"

"Yay," she looked up to him with angry eyes. "And what the fuck is with Boone?"

"Heh..." He smirked. "First things first, the man in the checked suit is named Benny. That little shit is a chairman of the Tops in New Vegas. He went up to Boulder city."

She looked at him questioningly, "New What?"

"New Vegas. You can't miss its shiny big lights of the strip." Manny crossed his arms over his chest. "What, you been under a rock or something?"

"A rock and a shit load of dirt." She lifted her head from the door frame. "So what's up with Boone?"

"He lost his wife. She was a little bitch, no one in town liked her." He looked behind Six and watched as someone walked behind her. The person looked Six up and down, then continued to walk away. Manny had never seen that man in town before. He had thick hair like yarn and wore some old world jacket, but he didn't really think anything about it.

"I was in the NCR with him, he was my best friend. Then he met Carla. We disagreed with everything, man. I could only talk to Boone when she was in their room moping." Manny lit up a cigarette and breathed in deeply. "When I heard she was missing, I knew I had to thank someone. But after that, he stopped talking to me." The smoke left his mouth as he said this.

"Someone like who?"

"Fuck man, I don't know." He blow out a ring of smoke. "If you find out who it was, let me know so I can buy him a drink."

At the moment she wanted to punch Manny. If what Boone said was true,she would have bought Boone the drink or a few drinks, but only after the fucker got what he deserved. "I am glad that you have your best friend's back."

"Hey, I would do anything for that man... but tha..."

"That bitch was his wife!" Six's anger for Boone had turned, "If you cared for your friend, you would care for the ones he loved."

She turned away in a huff and walked her way to the middle of town. She wanted to scream, but then realized that maybe sleep would help. How can people be so... evil. So heartless. She thought, Maybe it's better under the ground. What under the ground? Six didn't understand her own train of thoughts. She was staring up into the pre-dawn sky when someone bumped into her.

She looked around to see a older man walking and talking to himself.

"Hey!" Six looked at the old man.

"What! Ol' no bark, ain't talking 'bout nothing!" The old man turned to her.

"What, who asked you about what?" Six looked at him, puzzled.

"AH! No-bark, you talk to much!" The old man said. He started to pet her long hair, "You better watch y'self, them mole rat men are always after long hair."

She jumped and backed away until he stopped petting her hair.

"You're No-bark?"

"Yup, that's me. Still mean what I said, the mole rat men took the sniper's wife for her fine long hair." No bark looked as if he was counting the hairs on Six's head. Six didn't like the look on his face, she tried to get him to talk more about Boone's wife.

"Carla was taken by mole rat men?"

"Sure as hell. Came in the middle of the night and took 'er. Hell, one of them even stopped in the hotel office to use the head or somethin'." He started to stare at the clouds. "Don't trust them mole rat men. They're all bald and use the fine long hair for wigs!"

"Thanks." Six began to walk away. When she looked back at him to make sure he wasn't following her, No-Bark was back to talking to himself.

Six poked her head into the hotel office to see if anyone was in. Jeanie May, the owner of the hotel was already at her desk, they smiled at each other. Six stayed outside and decided that she was just going to go back to her hotel room and sleep. She needed it. She spent two days awake working on the REPCONN test site. Damn ghouls.

She walked up the stairs to her motel room. She found ED-E, or Eddie as she called him, waiting next to the door. She loved technology. She could understand a computer more then she could understand people. The human mind boggled her but a computer motherboard brain was somehow simple. She dropped her pack on the couch and she jumped into the bed. Sweet bed. Six fell a sleep quickly as Eddie watched the door.

15 hours of sleep. Six looked at her pipboy. It was dark and she knew that if she wanted to do as Boone asked, she had to search the office when there was no one there. She opened Eddie's carrying case and found herself a copy of Locksmith's reader magazine. She was always amazed to see how this small eye-bot would be able to carry 3 times it's own weight. Almost like it was bigger on the inside. She left the room and hoped for the best.

The Office door was unlocked and no one was there. Six was not sneaky. She tried to be, mostly, but it was common for her to trip on her own feet. She searched around to find no one there and empty file cabinets. No luck, she thought as she looked down at the T-rex doll on the table. She found some bobby pins in the cash register and then she noticed a safe under the rug. She brought out her magazine and she began to pick the lock. Thank god for step-by-step intrusions. She found tons of caps and a bill of sale. She read the bill and could not believe that someone so nice as Jeanie May would sell another human being. Six fell back into the empty file cabinets, caught herself and sat down. Her soul was torched as she thought about taking a innocent person's life, let alone an expectant mother. She felt no guilt stealing the caps knowing where Jeanie May got it. She was glad that she didn't bring her laser pistol or she would have shot Jeanie May herself. She knew that it was Boone who needed to do this.

Six walked down to Jeanie May's house. The door creaked as she opened it and she could see Jeanie May laying in her bed in her dark room. Six thought of ways to get her to the front of the lizard. Jeanie May, there are some dead bodies in front of the lizard... what am I five? Jeanie May, I found thing for you in front of the lizard... Jeanie May, Cliff wanted to talk to you in front of the lizard. That is it!

Six softly rocked Jeanie May to wake up. "Jeanie May, Cliff asked me to get you, there is something important in front of the lizard."

"Cliff? I hope he is okay." Jeanie May slowly made her way to in front of the Lizard. Six followed her and watched her pretty little head move. How can she be so comfortable with what she did? How can this woman enjoy the caps she has for another's life and a baby? A fucking baby. When they finally made it up front, Six smiled at Jeanie May and she placed Boone's hat on her head.

"What..." *BANG* The last words of Jeanie May.

Six looked up to the mouth of the lizard to see Boone's rifle. She realized that Boone was right, she was glad that Boone was not the person that shot her.

Six walked her way up to the Sniper hideout.

"So that is it. How did you know?" Boone turned to Six with his rifle still in hand. She looked down at the rifle and didn't filch. She began to trust Boone, something in her wanted to trust him.

"I found a bill of sale. I am so sorry. I read it, I didn't know." Six handed the note and his hat back to him as he returned his rifle to his back. He looked at the note silently.

"Our dealings are done." He ripped the note into a hundred pieces and let it fall with the wind.

"What are you going to do now?" Six sounded worried about him.

"I don't know. Wander like you, maybe."

"I am on my way to Boulder city, if you want to join me."

"You don't want that." Boone looked down at her shoes, which had spots of Jeanie May's blood.

"I know what I want..." She hesitated as she realized that came out the wrong way. "I'd like to have someone with me who knows their way around the roads and is handy with a gun."

"You don't know how to use a gun?" He didn't believe her. This was the wasteland, anyone who didn't know how to use a gun was dead.

"I prefer laser weapons. Guns are too loud and too messy."

"Okay, I guess, but it won't end well."

"With me there's always a happy ending." She didn't know where that came from, but she smiled and knew she had her own odd sense of humor. "Anyways, I need a bath and need to get my things together before we leave. If you want to join me in the morning, that would be great."

Boone smirked, Six was not sure if it was the happy ending idea or the taking a bath idea that made him smirk.

"Sleep... well."

Six recycled the empty cells that were from her laser pistol. She had an odd love for energy weapons. She loved the feel of them, the weight of them, even the sound of them. She knew lasers like the back of her hand, and could repair them in her sleep. Where did I learn this? It was still a mystery to her.

She was also great at hacking computers. The hardest hack took her a minute flat. She knew that whatever she was before she was shot might have something to do with her talents.

She dreamt about Benny last night. She dreamt about what he did to her. His face was a blur to her and all she remembered was his coat. For all she knew all the chairmen wore the same thing. She didn't know. "The truth is, the game was rigged from the start." She didn't know anything.

Six loved bathing, she enjoyed bubbles and being clean. The wasteland was dirty, she wanted to be clean. She thought about Boone while she cleaned up. She felt so sorry for him and she felt the urge to hug him. She was a lover. She hated killing people but she knew how to protect herself. Mostly. She knew she would be lost without Eddie and she felt like she should be safe with Boone. He was cold to her, but she looked past his hard shell to see him. She opened her eyes to see the cracked ceiling. She came out of the bath and began drying herself when there was a knock on the door.

Eddie looked to the door to get ready to fight. Six put a towel around her and grabbed her laser rifle by the door. The door still had it's chain so she pulled the door ajar a tiny bit and looked though. It was Boone. He had a big pack and a trench coat. She removed the chain and let him in.

"Oh, sorry." He noticed the towel, so he kept his eyes to the floor.

"Oh yeah, I didn't... I really don't feel embarrassed about my body." She said as she removed her towel. Boone sat down on the side chair by the table. He turned to her to see her naked. He could not help but stare. His cheeks became flushed and he turned his head to stop looking. Six was patting her body dry and looking though her bag for clothing. She was getting sick of her Vault 21 outfit that Doc Mitchell gave her. It was stinky and had blood from the Nightkin and Jeanie May. She only had a clean fiend outfit. The pants were tight and the top was pretty much a bra. She looked into the broken mirror to see how she looked. She smiled and felt sexy. She put on her knee high boots that she loved, no matter how heavy it was or how many random animals blood and guts were on it. Though she enjoyed the cool air on her skin, she also enjoyed the weight of heavy clothing. It felt silly to her, but showing skin felt refreshing and freeing.

Boone kept his head down until she told him she was ready. He looked to her bag full of supplies, "Do you really need all of that?"

"I may be small, but this is nothing I can't handle." She was about to walk to the door until she turned to him and said "Unless you are offering to carry them? I don't want to emasculate you."

"What? No, I just thought you might have something for me."

Six opened the bag and found some bullet rounds and a small hand gun. "I don't like guns to tell you the truth. All I need is my laser and some energy cells and I am good to go." She handed him the rounds and the gun.

"A 9mm hand gun and you gave me .308 bullets?" He cocked his head at her.

"What part of 'I don't like guns', don't you understand?" She smiled and thought it was a little funny. "I said I needed someone who knew his way around and knew guns, didn't I?"

Boone stood up and put the pistol in his bag, he would find some way to use the ammo.

Six lay flat on the ledge, resting her chin on her rifle looking though her scope. Boone lay next to her almost mirroring her. As he looked though the scope, he could see 3 NCR soldiers lashed to telephone poles. He signed hard and moved his rifle looking around.

"I can't see anyone." Six breathed out. "Just the soldiers. We have to get them out." She started to lift herself up, when Boone grabbed her arm.

"No," he said simply, and all he did was pull her down next to him. She looked to him waiting for an order. He noticed her hair fell gently on her shoulder, thick and dusty like everything in the waste. It had been days since they had a bath. Her wiry hair was sticky from sweat and the blood of many enemies.

"You are making the same face that No-bark did," Her voice snapped him to reality. He looked into her hazel eyes, doe-like and sweet. "I could swear the guy was counting the hairs on my head." She was still waiting for him to say something. She gave up on waiting for him to answer so she looked back into her scope.

"I see red." Boone took note, he looked into his scope to where she was looking, two Legionaries on the Nelson look-out tower.

"You want to try?" It was the first time he tried to teach Six how to shoot.

Her handle on the rifle was tight, she was tense, but willing to learn. He put one of his hands on her right shoulder, it moved down toward her hands, and his other hand was on the small of her back, he pushed her back, lowering her.

"Loosen up. You'll get bruises if you don't ease up your shoulders." His hands and fingers felt oddly nice on her, it was not erotic, but just his touch seamed to calm her.

"You take one, I take one." She didn't look up at him. He moved his face next to hers to check her sight. She turned her eyes toward him and couldn't stop a small smile. He felt her cheek flex and he knew she was smiling, his stubble lightly rubbed her face and he could smell her.

"You take left, I'll take right. You ready?" His breath was rough and dry. He moved back to his rifle and his exhale blew some dust from under the riffle.

"Yeah, on the count. One... two..." She exhaled as she was instructed and began to squeeze.

"Three." *bang, bang*

"Next time, aim for the head." His voice sounded arrogant as he continued to look at the dead Legionaries.

"It's not like he will be getting up anytime soon," Six said defensively.

"If you hit them in the head, they're less likely to get up."

Six turned to him and gave him a dirty look. "I got up."

"Like I said when we first met, lucky it wasn't me." The tips of his lips almost curled up.

Two new Legionaries came out in view, Six didn't wait for Boone to notice.

*bang, bang*

"See I don't even need you around."

"I guess you don't," his voice was sober and emotionless.

"Don't worry, most likely its just beginners luck." She looked over to him, he didn't look happy. Not like that was new, it was very normal for him to look uncomfortable. "I won't be leaving you anytime soon, I am still waiting for that bad ending of yours."

He swallowed deep, "You just want to go down there and see what is left?"

"As long as I can use my laser pistol."

He nodded at her and she moved to a crouched position as she worked her way down into Nelson's camp. The dust from her leather pants blew off with the breeze but the dust on her stomach and back stuck to her sweaty body. She snuck softly up to the NCR men, took out a knife from her back pocket and cut the three soldiers down.

Boone watched her through his scope, but he didn't like targeting someone he wasn't going to shoot. He squinted his eyes as she made her way into one of the buildings. He watched patiently as the door closed and shots could be heard.

"God damn it." He bit down on his teeth and his chin jutted. what the fuck is she doing? He thought to himself. A flush of worry came up his neck as he watched the crippled soldiers make their back to their camp without Six.

He stood up and made his way to the building she went into. As he put his ear near the door he heard shouting and yelling, but he didn't hear Six's voice. He counted to himself as he grabbed the door. He quickly swung the door open bringing his rifle up and quickly counted the people inside. Two dead legion soldiers, two standing with their guns pointing at Six. Six had her dusty boots on a Legionaries' face with her rifle pointing at him. His feathered hat, near his head looked kicked off. Boone didn't waste any time, he shot the two living Legion soldiers and he heard a crack that let him know that she must have broken the leader's neck. Boone wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as Six walked up to him with the feathered helmet in her hand. Boone looked down at it.

"Here, keep this as a trophy." She handed him the helmet, it was an odd thing for the doe-eyed courier to say. He took it from her and they walked silently back to the NCR camp.

Six was talking to the saved NCR soldiers as she watched Boone with one eye. He sat near a huge rock looking at the helmet, his face was unreadable and dark. She was trying to figure out what was in his head when he stood up and left the helmet on the rock and walked away. She cocked her eyebrow at him as he walked past her and didn't say anything. She shrugged and continued to make small talk with the soldiers.

A minute later she heard a rifle shot and the helmet fell to the ground. Six stood up and walked toward the helmet as she heard familiar foot steps behind her. She didn't turn when she felt Boone's big and strong hands on her shoulders.

"It's hard to shoot when you are in the way." His breath felt hot on her ear and she felt a shiver as she day dreamed turning and kissing him. She wondered how his lips felt, how he tasted. She licked her lips and stopped herself.

"Can you show me more?" She smirked to herself knowing what she really wanted him to show her, but instead she put down the helmet and followed him to the top of the hill.