-You all obviously know the whole main story line, but I'm working on mainly DLCs. This is my first fiction, and these do contain spoilers. So, I mean... You're going to play it eventually. But these are my interpretations of each DLC and New vegas with more than just courier six and five all six will appear, some as main characters, some just mentioned. As I have said before, it's M for Language, Graphic Violence, and Sexual content. Don't worry. It'll be tasteful. Not disgusting. But we'll get there when we get there. Enjoy! Let me know what you think!

Chapter One - Grand Opening

The lights flickered slightly in the master suite of the Lucky 38, as Elvis put the last of the 5mm bullets into a small case.

"The Divide..?" Jordanne felt the small hairs rise on the back of her neck, "but, I thought that was just some bullshit those couriers made up to fuck with your head."

"Yeah, so did I, but if that's where he is, then that's where I'm going." his blood was beginning to creep underneath his skin with anticipation. The idea sent ripples of heat down his torso.

"But, you're not bringing me." She pouted as she rolled over on the King-sized bed. "You're gonna get your ass kicked."

Elvis frowned as he looked up at her. "You trying to get beat?" She rolled her eyes and continued to paw at his pip-boy he left on the nightstand. She then raised an eyebrow.

Flip.

Has your life taken a turn for the worst?

Elvis turned. "What?"

"Shhh!" The pip-boy's old radio echoed through the room.

Do troubles beset you? Has fortune left you behind? If so, the Sierra Madre Casino, in all its glory, is inviting you to begin again.

The words captivated Jordanne. The soft female voice made the room seem colder.

Come to a place where wealth, excitement and intrigue wait around every corner. Stroll along the winding…

"What is that?"

"It just says 'Sierra Madre Broadcast'" she sat up and shifted towards him. "The signal is coming just North of Nelson… I don't remember anything up there…" The pip-boy hummed and clicked with each button and dial she touched. The voice filled the room with a beautiful, haunting voice that reached out with loneliness, sadness . It sent shivers down Elvis's spine with every word. "Maybe we missed it. Or something. Or maybe it's really small."

"Turn it off." He commanded. With that, she flipped the small silver switch.

"Something doesn't seem right."

"What do you mean?"

Her fingers twitched. "Why would they be opening a new casino in the middle of nowhere? And why is this the first time we're hearing about this? Don't you think the whole strip would have been buzzing about it?" Elvis got up from the ruined couch to the desk. He pulled out a Sunset Sasparilla. "Ew. That wasn't refrigerated?"

"I don't care."

"Well, I mean. Okay. If you like warm Sasparilla..."

"No. I mean, I don't care about the casino. I don't care about the woman. I don't care about NCR or legion."

"Sure you do. This place sounds too good to be true. Maybe it's some kind of hoax, or maybe this is the Legion's way of luring in the NCR. It could even be-"

"Damn, do you ever shut the fuck up?" The room was silent. "Of course it's fake. Are we going? NO. Are we going to keep talking about this? NO."

"But I was just-"

"NO. You're too curious for this shit. I don't have time. I don't have the patience, and I don't have any more fucks to give." Jordanne frowned knowing he had made up his mind. For a peculiar reason, it seemed as though he already knew what would happen if they went.

"What's up your ass?" She arose from the bed and stormed out of the room, slamming the door loudly behind her. Elvis let out a long sigh and took the pip-boy from the bed. A draft came from the vents as he laid back onto the sheets. His hand ran through his short, black hair; he flipped the small radio switch.

Flip.

Rekindle old flames, stroll along the rooftops of the-

Flip.

Sure enough, the thought did stay in his head, the fact that there was no possible way a brand new casino appeared out of thin air. It was true that he didn't care about the factions or woman. Elvis groaned as he rolled over into a pillow. He knew courier five would have to wait for a while. The Sierra Madre was opening.

Jordanne stood over the bathtub, staring at the murky water. The fact that the plumbing still worked in the old building disgusted her. The broadcast echoed through her mind like a broken record, 'left you behind. troubles beset you.' Over and over. The reflection of the water showed her body, but she didn't like what she saw. The small ripples became cloudy visions in the back of her head, the gentle waves from the draft of air, confusion. The door creaked open.

"You in here?"

"Yeah,"

"Are you naked?" A pause. "Damn. Why are you so sensitive all the time?" She still stood, staring in the awkward silence. "You're so fucking weird." Unfazed, she broke from her trance and stepped into the cloudy water. "DAMN JORDANNE. TALK." He opened the door to see her lying in the water, head back and eyes closed. The water so opaque with soap, there was no catching a peek at anything. Subliminally disappointed, he crossed his arms and leaned against the wall.

"Get out." Her brown hair was close to touching the floor while she leaned further back, "you obviously made it clear that we aren't going. So we won't. We won't talk about it, and I want you to leave." He blinked and held his gaze.

"So I'm trying to apologize and tell you that we can look at this, and you're just gonna bitch now." Her eyes opened.

"We're going?"

"Well, I don't know now..." He began to turn around before Jordanne pounced out of the bathtub and onto his back. "... You're naked. On my back."

"Oh. Sorry, let me just... get off of you.." He could feel her smile without even looking at her. For such a long time he had wanted to take her and make her his, however, due to her apparent commitment issues, he had to deal with the tease day after day.

"Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?" He didn't turn around.

"Oh. Uh." She hesitated, stepping back to grab a towel. "I guess."

"Nevermind." The door closed behind him.

"So, is it everything you expected it to be?" Elvis teased. Jordanne stared blankly at the sewer grate, then back at the pip-boy.

"This can't be right." Disappointment came oozing from the tone of her voice.

"It's right. This is where you traced the broadcast." The heat from the Mojave sun sent a bead of sweat down his brow.

"The fuck is this though? A sewer? That's where this casino is?" Jordanne stomped a foot and turned away from Elvis. "Maybe it was South of Nelson..."

"Damn. Stop being a little bitch and open the grate." His patience was wearing thin. She reluctantly paced back to the slated entrance where they both pulled the bars from the circular grate. Elvis jumped in, feet first. The Brotherhood of Steel logo was painted across the sheet metal walls. The stench of rotting bodies soon stung his nose as he nearly gagged. "The fuck-?"

"What's the matter?" She called from above, "What's in there?"

"Get your lazy ass in here and see for yourself." She lowered herself from the welded bars on the wall. The horrid smell caught her in mid step.

"Auuuuugh.." a small lantern lit the small room, revealing a rotting headless corpse, and a poster on the wall with a seductive woman in black. The blood on the walls sure enough also spelled out 'gone to the Sierra Madre'. "Shit's real, dude." She walked over to the corpse and saw a small jar of cloud residue.

"What is that?"

"I don't know. It kinda smells like ammonia almost..." as she began to open the container slowly, the cloud-like substance leaked out and touched onto her skin. A flash of burning pain grasped onto her hand as she dropped the jar and let out a cry of pain. "WHAT THE F- WHAT WAS THAT?" The skin between her thumb and index finger began to burn away and turn red.

"Hey..!" Elvis watched in horror as her hand began to shake rapidly. He tore off a peice of his shirt and wrapped it around the burn. "Quit fucking with this shit! your baby ass is going to end up dead. Shit." The pain subsided, and her hand began to relax.

"I- didn't know. It just came out of the jar,... or- I don't know." as he moved the cloth away to examine the burn, his heart nearly sank. The burns were gone.

"Uh.. Okay. Well. Get up." He helped her up and kicked the jar into the corner. The small cloud that once occupied the container had faded away. "I think I hear that broadcast coming from down those stairs." He pointed to the door at the bottom of the steps as they proceeded on. With a tug, Elvis turned the valve to the large rusty door. The gears creaked as the large hunk of metal screeched open at an earsplitting volume.

"Way to be stealthy." Jordanne mumbled. Elvis shot a glare at her as he pulled out his laser rifle. Sure enough, the broadcast echoed down the narrow hallway, showing an old radio, sitting on a small table. With each step closer, the smell of the residue became more potent. "I'm not sure if it's safe to breathe this stuff in.." Elvis checked each corner in the hallway; the right hall caved in by debris, and the left, a locked door with an unresponsive terminal on the wall.

"Well, there's nowhere else to go now, is there.." Jordanne stood by the entrance, hesitant about venturing onward. A worried look crossed her face as she eyed down the hall.

"I don't know. This isn't what I expected.."

"Jordieee..." Elvis smirked. "It's alright. My pip-boy says there's nobody in here. Let's just check this room up here and we can go." She didn't seem to buy into his coaxing act. "Okay?" She nodded. "Toughen up." Her shoulders bucked up and she frowned. "Pussy."

"Shut up." He smiled as he turned to walk towards the radio. With another step, red cloudy gas suddenly filled the hallway. Elvis's vision immediately blurred as he lost balance and fell to the floor. "ELVI-!" Jordanne let out a scream, but was immediately grabbed from behind and rendered unconscious.

Yes, I did edit this, because there wasn't enough back story for the first chapter. asdfjkl;

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