Pitch black, cold, silent. It was peaceful. Then the smell of old dust permeating the air like a plague, coughing from the old dust woke her with a start. Green eyes flew open and surveyed the area around her; it was unfamiliar as was the old man who watched her carefully. Sunlight hit her eye when she turned her head and she squinted then moved her head to the side, groaning, she tried to sit up but her body couldn't handle the strain.

"Whoa, now." The older gentleman helped her, slowly, to sit up.

"What…where..?" A pain made itself known on the left upper side of her temple.

It was sharp and quick pain, it caused her to cautiously probe the area curiously, she felt no pain when she touched the indent in her skull but it brought more questions to the forefront of her mind.

"My name is Doc Mitchell, little lady. You took two bullets to the skull; Victor brought you in some time ago." It had been a few weeks since he had brought her in and Victor saw fit to come once a week to make sure she was at least alive.

He looked at her clearly now, for the first time and saw that she was frightened and she seemed to be lost. Doc Mitchell pulled out a mechanical mirror and handed it to her,

"See if I got everythin' in the right place." He implored.

She lifted the mechanical mirror and looked at herself: almond shaped piercing green eyes, shoulder length chocolate brown hair; rounded medium length nose that wasn't too wide or too narrow, high cheek bones that gave her an appearance of a godly being, her jaw and slender neck fit her face perfectly. To Doc Mitchell he saw a fair goddess but she saw plain features in her own eyes.

"I feel that this is close to wha…" She stopped and looked around, unable to really tell if that was how she had looked before she took two bullets to her head.

Giving back the mechanical mirror, she looked ready to finally stand. Doc Mitchel slowly helped her to her feet with a genuine smile upon his lips as he did so. He slowly guided her upwards, steadying her wobbly legs as she let him guide her, seeing that she wanted to desperately walk around to get her bearings.

"Slowly, slowly. This ain't a race." He told her then she finally was standing up all the way on her own.

A wave of dizzying nausea hit her like a train that sent one hand to her stomach and another to Doc Mitchell's shoulder. Once the nausea passed, she stood up straight and took in her surroundings. The house felt big and homely but it seemed as if Doc was the only one who lived in the house.

"You think you can walk by yerself?" He gave the young woman a once over then looked at her hopefully.

"I think so, yes." With confidence, she took a wobbly step forward and was rewarded with no dizziness or having to grab onto Doc Mitchell's shoulder again.

"Alright, let's go over here to the Vit-o-matic Vigor Tester." Doc Mitchell told her as he walked over to a machine and stood beside it, waiting for her.

Slowly but carefully, she wobbled over to the machine and smiled at Doc Mitchell. The machine was old, it reminded her of something she had seen in a book before but she couldn't recall the book or the picture in question.

"Now, let's see how you're doing in other areas."

Dubbing herself 'Six' thanks to a little tinkering on her part and made her way to the Prospector saloon near the center of Goodsprings as Doc Mitchell had called it. Giving a friendly smile and wave to the older dark tanned man sitting on the front porch of the saloon before opening the door and moving into the saloon but, was stopped by a bark. Six looked over to the source of the bark and saw a dog who padded up to her carefully. Out of instinct, Six let her hand only move towards the dog muzzle slowly and let the dog sniff her. The dog seemed happy to have someone understand how to introduce themselves properly to her.

"That's unusual; she doesn't normally take a liking to anyone that quick." Six looked at the woman walking towards her.

Clothed in leather armor with her light brown hair pulled back into a messy bun and soft facial features, as imposing as this woman wanted to appear she looked as though she wouldn't hurt anyone but the gun on her back told Six differently.

"Muscle Memory." Six mumbled.

"I'm the one who has been with Doc Mitchell." Six admitted and the woman smiled at her,

"Nice to meet ya, I'm Sunny Smiles and this here big oaf is Cheyenne."

"I've decided to call myself Six. Since I can't remember what my name really is and a piece of paper said I was the sixth courier of a package. Doc Mitchell sent me over here to see if I can remember anything else by shooting a gun." Six gave Sunny a small smile as the other woman laughed.

"Sure, I have an extra Varmint Rifle. Let's head out back and try hitting some bottle first." Sunny Smiles motioned for Six to follow and she did, with Cheyenne following her happily.

Six proved to be a great shot and even helped Sunny clear the Goodsprings sources of water, Sunny was grateful and taught her how to make a mixture over a fire that was called 'Healing Powder'. It seemed as if everyone in the town was very friendly. Doc had given her a vault suit and a Pip-Boy, Sunny gave her a gun with extra ammo and taught her how to make Healing Powder. Not to mention the neat trinket she found up at the cemetery, Sunny said it was a Snow Globe most likely from Pre-War...Six didn't know what Pre-War meant but she assumed that it meant old.

"I don't know how to thank you Sunny." Six told her as they walked up to the front porch to the saloon.

"No thanks needed. I just doin' what is right. What happened to you wasn't right at all and you deserve to have some kindness." Sunny, Cheyenne and Six all perked up at the sound of a mad voice in the other room.

All three looked into the bar room and saw a man pointing aggressively at a buxom woman with slicked back short dark brown hair, her arms were crossed over her chest.

"You better hand over Ringo soon or there will be hell to pay." The woman didn't seem effected by the man's threat at all, Six admired her strength.

"If you're not going to buy a drink then get the hell outta my bar." The woman pointed towards the door,

"I'll be back." The man said, and then pushed past the peeping trio with a sneer and a huff before disappearing out of the door.

"You gunna come in and introduce yourself or stand there gawkin'?" Sunny pulled Six into the bar room and sat her down on a bar stool next to her.

The woman went behind the counter and looked at both women,

"I'm Trudy. I run the Prospector Saloon here." Trudy looked at Six then at Sunny Smiles.

"This is Six, Trudy. Don't give me that look; she doesn't know who she is so she decided on her own name." Trudy looked at Six and gave her an almost confused look but pulled out a dark bottle with yellow and red on it from under the counter.

"On the house. Sunset Sarsaparilla." Trudy smiled and leaned back against the counter behind her.

"You don't remember anythin'?" She asked and her reply was Six pulling a piece of paper from her knapsack and handed it to Trudy.

Trudy looked over the scrap of paper several times, studied it then handed it back to Six, who folded it and placed it in her knapsack.

"So, you were a courier takin' some kinda poker chip to Vegas? Don't see why anyone would want the chip, not like it's worth a lot of caps." Trudy shrugged at the oddness of the order,

"Well, Victor told me he saw the men who shot me heading towards Primm. This Pip-boy the Doc gave me seems to be very helpful and has showed me a route there." Six looked at her Pip-boy and smiled, the Doc had been so nice to give her his Pip-Boy even though Six barely knew how to use it.

"Headin' out soon then?" Trudy asked as she watched Six pop open the beverage and take a large gulp.

Six put the drink down after her gulp and nodded to the bar keep,

"I don't want to be a burden to everyone. I just want to find the man who did this to me." Six made a face and then when she looked from Sunny to Trudy, both saw a change in the woman.

"What will you do when you find him Six?" Sunny questioned.

"I'm going to blow his fucking brains out." Six answered with a devilish smile upon her lips then took another swig of her drink.

The Mojave sun was hot and unforgiving, sweating from every pore on her body but she was trekking onward. Six vowed she would buy some kind of hat when she reached Primm, she needed it or she would have to suffer through her skin burning and she did not want that, faint memories of having been burnt by the sun made her want to steer away from doing so again. Somehow she had gotten turned around ended up at some kind of...wreckage. The flashbacks were quick when she looked at the graffiti on the junk. An old world bus was in the middle, it's door shut but it looked like it could be opened.

"Lonesome Road?" Six looked over to the graffiti on the bus.

"You can go home now Courier..." Flashes of a place, unforgiving and harsh...she had been responsible for it...but how?

Thankfully, she was able to get back on the main road and was now closing in on Primm and the sun was setting, it would still be warm but with the sun down Six would have to find a place to stay to keep warm. Several metal barrels with fires in them came into view then a young man dressed in a type of soldier's garb leaning against a half torn down wall smoking a cigarette. He must have seen her because he pulled the cigarette from his mouth, threw it to the ground and stepped on it. The soldier moved forward and Six felt it, the shift. The shift she had felt when she was in the saloon in Goodsprings, it was like she wasn't in control of her own body when it happened and she became someone else.

"'Cuse me Ma'am. Primm is off limits." He was young, most likely just joined not too long ago.

"What's the NCR doing in Primm, sir?" Her voice took on a sultry tone and the young man picked up on it immediately, stiffened and becoming nervous.

"Well…uh.." He was sweating, her presence unnerved him, and with her fingers toying with the zipper at the top of her breasts he couldn't stop himself from getting hard.

"We, uh…the Lieutenant..he.." The soldier pointed towards a tent in in the back of the ruined houses.

Six placed a seeming innocent kiss on the young man's cheek and patted his chest gently,

"How about you show me where the Lieutenant is?" Her smile was a mix between innocence and seductiveness as she looked at him.

"Yes Ma'am!" The young man was more than happy to lead her to his commanding officer and he made a beeline for the tent,

"Sir, you have a visitor."

"Let them in." The voice from inside the tent answered.

The young man looked back at Six and smiled shyly,

"It was nice to meet you Ma'am." She thanked him with another kiss on his cheek as his comrades looked on in jealous envy.

Six stepped into the tent and heard the other soldiers grilling their fellow soldier with questions.

"Lieutenant?" The man had to have been in his late thirties but he carried the air of a man who worked hard for what he had.

"Lieutenant Hayes, New California Republic Army, 5th Battalion, 1st Company at your service Ma'am. My boys didn't give you any problem, did they ma'am?" Lieutenant Hayes felt her eyes all over him; it had been years since a young woman looked at him in that manner.

Six's eyes gazed over him appreciatively; her fingers itching to get under that armor where she knew hid the sculpted body she wanted to see, NCR kept their soldiers well trained.

"May I call you Hayes?" The way his name sounded in her voice made a shiver go up his spine, who was this woman?

Whores were easy lays but they weren't seductive, they knew if they looked good enough that you would pay for their services but this woman in front of him didn't want to be paid for something she would enjoy. Six took his silent stare at her breasts as a hint that he wouldn't mind.

"Hayes, I'm looking for a very bad man who decided to put two in my skull. Did a guy in a checkered suit come through Primm?" Her voice snapped him from his thoughts and he dragged his eyes up to hers.

"Not that I know of ma'am. Though the sheriff might know more but the town has been overrun Powder Gangers. I can't touch the place until I get reinforcements." He watched a knowing smirk cross her face,

"I'll take care of that problem for you Hayes. Don't worry you're handsome self." Six turned abruptly and went towards the tent flap.

"Ma'am." She stopped and turned around to look back at Hayes.

"Hayes?" Before she could react he was in front of her and his lips on hers.

Six didn't stop him; she let herself melt into the kiss. Giving him that passion back if only for a few minutes, meeting him kiss for kiss until they were both breathing heavily.

"I have to go Lieutenant Hayes, I have a town to save." Six smirked, turned and sashayed out of the tent with Lieutenant Hayes's eyes fixated on her nice ass.

Edited on 10/2/2016