It was early in the morning on the New Vegas Strip and the almost empty street was quite expect for the soft buzz of the secritrons. The courier read 3am on her pipboy, from what she could see with her blurry eyes. Her and her companion had been drinking since midnight after they came back from Bitter springs, where Boone had spilled his soul to her.

Boone always looked to the Courier as a little sister and she looked at him as her father, though she would never tell him that. They worked great together, both gun wielding and both fighting for the NCR. She was fun to talk to and he was a good listener, especially when she was piss drunk, which was common for her. This was the first time Boone really drunk with her, normally he would drink one or two and he would have to peel her off the bar stool or whoever she was trying to give a lap dance to.

Tonight, he counted the drinks he had, 6 shots, 3 beers and some Jet, it was the Courier's idea to have some Jet, which they shared. She planned for a long night of drinking and dancing, despite Boone loath for dancing.

The Couriers head leaned against the bar as the bartender refill her glass with scotch. She looked through the glass to see the old sniper lightly swirling his glass of scotch.

"It's some peeeerdy color." she said against the wood of the bar.

"You're drunk." he said before he took a drink. She sat up as if she was just shocked by lightening and leaned towards him.

"What did you say, boy?"

"You're drunk." Boone said louder and then finished his glass of scotch.

"WHAT?"

"DRUNK!" He was yelling now and leaned closer to her, but this time around he almost fell off the side of the barstool. "fuck." He caught his self and the bartender lifted an eyebrow at the two as they laughed.

The Courier stood up, "Lets get some dinner." Then finished her glass and hit it against the bar.

"You mean breakfast." The bartender watched as he grabbed the empty glasses.

"Oh shit." She looked to her pipboy. "I need to feed Rex." She stopped when she felt a tug on her shirt, the old sniper held a grip on the end of her shirt and pulled her towards him. He began leaning forward to her, lips first, almost to a kiss, when he stopped, just an inch away from each other.

"I need ta piss." She stopped and laughed, what a little fucker, she pushed him away and almost fell back in the processes.

The courier looked to the bartender and straightening out her shirt, "He totally loves me." The Man nodded and seemed to say 'yeah right' as he whipped down the bar. This was pretty great for her, trying to walk out the bar without falling on her face, which is did pretty well. Until she was almost out the door and stopped by her equally drunk companion, who put his hands around her tiny waist.

"I love ya, you know." He mumbled the words, just hear it almost made the Courier throw up, she put a hand over her mouth and the other over his.

"Fuck you, drunk." She pulled away from his grip and began walking to the door as if her legs were numb. "If you do, why don't you marry me?" With her hands on the door she opened the door out of Gomorrah, to see the little cracks of sun rise.
FUCK...

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The Courier woke up, with a massive headache and wet clothing, her prewar dress stoked through. She whipped her eyes trying to fingure out what happened last night, when she searched the room. Oh Fuck... What was Boone doing in her bed? Just the thought of it almost made her sick, she covered her mouth and ran to the bathroom, she went straight to the toilet, head first, shit what a lovely way to wake up.

The sound of footsteps calmed her down as she washed her face clean and brushed her teeth, when the doors opened. It was Cass happy as can fucking be and for once, less drunk then her.

"Hey, lover had a good night." Cass said in her normal catty tone as the Courier looked at her with blood shot eyes.

"How the hell did I get all wet?" She began unzipping her dress and turned on the water in the bathtub.

"Don't remember much, eh? Fucking Victor had to pull you out of the water fountain outside of the Ultra-Luxe. You and that soldier boy must have had fun." Cass watched as the Courier went into the bathtub. "Musta been a good night if you don't remember."

She gave Cass a look, a look that pretty much kicked her out of the bathroom, but Cass wanted to push on her. Egg on the little lady, that was what she did best, "You guys must have made little children or some shit." The courier continued to ignore her as she soaped up her body. "Arcade is getting his rocks off about some kind of paper, don't know much about him.." She trailed off and realized she really didn't have much to say. "Fine... I'll go make some eggies for you two lovers, always helps me after a hangover." She finally left and the Courier enjoyed the silence, which didn't last.

The sound of talking and yelling was heard through the wall, then the sound of footsteps, followed by Arcade and Boone walking in.

"What the fuck guys?" She covered herself with her hands, "Don't you guys, fucking mind?"

"What the fuck did you guys do last night?" Arcade held out a piece of paper to the Courier, which she quickly read.

"Who is Craig... oh fuck." She ducked her head into the water, while Boone grabbed the paper.

"I don't remember anything." He read over the paper again, just to make sure he read it right the first time. "How the fuck did I get married?... to her no less." The Courier popped her head back out.

"Okay there has got to be something wrong here." She stood up and the boy quickly turned around forgetting that there was a naked woman in front of them. "I don't even remember last night." She wrapped herself in a towel and began to pace back and forth, leaving a little tail of dripping water.

"Fuck, it even says, I took your god damn name..." This was no good for anyone, she stopped and the boys didn't turn around. "There has got to be some way to fix this?" She tug at Arcade and he turned at her.

"It says Swank held the wedding, guess you got to talk to him about it." He looked down at the trail of water she left and ordered her to get dress, everyone seemed to act different to her today and so she went into her room and hoped it was just a bad dream.

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The newlyweds, fuck, they gave everyone who called them that a dirty look, the Boones, that ain't better, the Courier and Boone sat in Swank's office not even looking at each other. When Swank walked in.

"How are the newlyweds doing?" He got that dirty look, from both of them.

"Why the hell would you let two drunk ass people get married?" The Courier crossed her legs and leaned forward. "There has gots to be many soldiers drunk off their asses that want to marry some cheap whore, you do that too?" Swank walked to the other side of this office desk and sat down, he was looking in his desk for some, when he pulled out a holotape.

"We have rules, don't get me wrong, pussy-cat, but you guys sure as hell didn't act very drunk last night." He put the holotape on the desk as the courier rolled her eyes in disbelief.

Boone leaned forward on his chair, "Whats that?" He was the first one to mention the holotape.

"This here, baby, we recorded the wedding." Then came the silence... "You guys, left so quick you didn't take it with you, even after paying the extra caps for it." The Courier shifted in her chair and looked to her companion.

"Okay, let's see it." Swank smiled, walked over to the TV and put the holotape inside it.

The TV showed an image of two stand in front of Swank, Boone's arms around the Courier's waist, both looking happy and oddly pretty sober.

"Today, we are here to bring this lovely couple together." Swank's voice cracked from the TV, "To bring Sarah Curtis and Craig Boone, together in holy matrimony. Those cats want to spend the rest of their life together and they look ready to spend their honeymoon on the floor, right, here, so I'll make this quick." He turned to the Courier "Do you take Craig Boone, to be your husband?" The courier nodded and then Swank turned to Boone, "Do you take Sarah Curtis, to be your wife?"

"I do." Boone turned to Sarah, "I also have something to say..."

The Courier stood up and turned off the TV and held her head down in shame.

"So how can we fix this?" Boone looked to Swank and he patting his suit straight.

"Okay I'll be honest with you, Benny used to take care of this stuff, but no one knows where he is and I am new to this whole thing and from what I understand Mr. House is tight about Vegas Weddings. A thousand caps to get married, just to make sure they take this shit serious, then he charges 3 times more for divorce."

"Are you serious, we spent a thousand caps to get married, fuck." she picked up the holotape.

"Well, you can always go and talk to Mr. House, since I know you guys are tight and all that jazz." Swank put his hands on the desk. "Or you can do like I do, stay married, doesn't mean you guys have to stay together, just saves the caps. There ain't much government to give you shit." He stood up.
"Now if you excuse me, I have a casino to run." He walked out of his office, leaving the newlyweds together, alone.

"I'll talk to House." She said under her breath, "We don't have enough caps to get divorce, but maybe... I guess he can cut us some slack." They both looked at each other for a moment and then they walked out of the office.

"So what happened to Benny?" Boone kept his head down as they walked back to the Lucky 38.

"Had to seduce him to get him alone." she held the holotape in her hand.

"So you slept with him, then you killed him?" She fumbled with the holotape in her hands and looked to him.

"Not exactly." Jesus was he acting like her dad.

"Let me get this straight, you sleep with him, then let him go?" He stopped in the middle of the strip.

"Why are you jealous?" She looked back at him and stopped. "You are just giving a fuck cause I am you 'wife'" She did quotation marks with her fingers on the word wife.

"No. He just shots you in the head and you repay him by fucking him. Did you even get the chip?"

"Yes, but I had to get it from Caesar."

"Caesar? Oh that explains why you Veronica left without telling me anything. We could have emptied that fucking camp, kill everyone."

"Oh my god, you are not my fucking father." She walked away and he followed her.

Then they were alone waiting for the slow elevator, he kept an eye on her and she made sure not to look at him.

"You really think, I'm like your father?" He broke the silence.

"You sure as hell act like it, pretty much old enough to be."

"What, I'm 35."

"And I'm 18, get over it." she rumbled to herself, "Don't worry I am going to get this shit fixed and you won't have to stay with me anymore."

"It's not that I don't like traveling with you..." The elevator doors opened and they both walked in. "I told me more than I did... Carla. I trust you, this is just... odd." She finally looked at him.

"I know.. how can we do something so stupid?" The elevator hummed softly as it took them to the presidential suite, "I need to fix this."

"We could just ignore it and act like it never happened."

"Yeah, right, like own friends are going to let this go." she spinned the holotape at the corners with her fingers. "Hopefully Mr. House would understand." The elevator doors opened and they walked out into the suite.
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The Courier was young, there was no doubt about it, leaving her father at 17 years old and took the Courier job, most of her companions joined her mainly for fear of her not being able to handle herself. It was easy to tell that as she walked into the Presidential Suite with her new husband, that they still thought of her as just a child. Her group of friends waiting for them in the recreational room.

Arcade noticed the holotape and knew exactly what it was, he stood up and took it from her and hung it above the short courier. She didn't waste her time by trying to reach for it; she just gave him a dirty look as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"Take it you guys went for the full package and got a copy of the wedding... oh we need to have a screening!" He laughed and smirked, "Popcorn! I'll make popcorn!"

"Pop what?" The courier rolled her eyes.

"Get everyone together!" Arcade tossed the holotape to Veronica who was just as interested in watch it as much as the doctor. Raul sneaked behind the Courier and put an arm around her shoulder, he gave her a look that meant he understood the 'pain' she was going through, she smirked at him.

"You okay, boss?"

"Maybe I should go and talk to Mr. House as you guys watch the awesome black mail holotape." The Ghouls lips curled up in a smile and he couldn't help himself.

"A wedding is a important thing, sure you want to miss it, boss?" She rolled her eyes to look at him.

"Yeah, a normal, sober wedding, but not this one, this was a mistake." Raul patter her shoulder as she said this. She stopped and waited for Raul to remove his arm from her, before she turned back away and made her way back to the elevator.

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Every time the Courier went into the Penthouse she always had a feeling like Mr. House was waiting for her, his face always looking like he was expecting her.

"What is it?" The disembodied head asked.

"Ain't much a fan of divorce are ya."

"AW, yes, I have read the files, the newlywed, Sarah Boone. Suits you. I take it that it is not going well?"

"We got drunk and mistakes were made, hell I didn't know his first name, until I read the fucking wedding certificate."

"And you were in a relationship, with this man and you didn't know his first name?" From her angle she could have swore that his eyebrows lifted up a bit.

"No, we are just companions. No sex, no romance, just friends."

"Doesn't seem like it, your followers are watching the wedding video right now, you know? Marriage is a major thing and through the old Vegas of the old world, had many random drunken weddings and divorces, I will not let New Vegas be stained by things like that." She shifted uncomfortably in her prewar dress.

"So you won't even do this for the person who has been 100% behind your back?" She crossed her arms and get the giant computer screen a dirty look.

"If you really want this divorce, you will have to pay the caps, like anyone else. I will not show favoritism, just because you work for me."

"I do so much for you and you spit right back at me, thanks." She was tapping her feet in anger, "Then good luck on fight and the god damn work over Vegas without me, cause, I won't be working for you anymore."

"So then what about the president, just going to let him get killed by Legion snipers?"

"No, I will help the president, save his god damn life, but I won't help you."

"It's really hard to find good help anymore." With that she turned away and walked back to the elevator, pissed off and ready to be anywhere but here.

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The elevator doors opened to the presidential suite and the laughter was the first thing she heard, she walked to the entrance to the recreational room and leaned on the door frame. She could hear the sound of the holotape playing; it was pretty much about the time that she left Swank's office.

"And there is one more thing, I have to say." Boone's voice came from the TV's speakers, " Sarah, if you never met me in Novac. I wouldn't know what to do. Fucking live in a god damn town full of back stabbers and ass holes."

The room became quite as the holotape continued.

"Would have gotten paid with the caps used to sell Carla. Would have never known about anything." There was a sadness that came from the recorded voice of Boone, "Would have wasted away... in that fucking dinosaur mouth... and for saving me from myself, I owe you my life. I god damn love you."

There was a pause in the room before they continued to a joking 'awww...'

"Okay babies, lets get this show on the road. In the name of New Vegas and brought to you by Mr. House, I pronounce ya, man and wife. Now get to the fucking kissing." undoubtedly it was Swanks as the crowd in the family room became laughing again and shouldering Boone. The Courier stood up straight, she felt uneasy at hearing what he said, even if that was one drunk night, it sounded pretty damn sincere. She hoped that no one noticed her as she walked into her bed room, hating that night and fucking hating the situation.

Boone felt horrible, the whole time watching the holotape, being surrounded by his friends having them joke about odd things he normally won't say. He hoped that the Courier would have come back soon, he would always look back to the door and hope to see her, pop her head into the room, but he had no luck.

He stood up after the show ended and they had cheered at him like he just won some prize, though he didn't feel like he did. As much as he hated to admitted it, what he told Sarah, sounded almost like what he said to Carla, when they first got married. He told Carla that he would have been lost if he didn't meet her on the strip and that his life would have been meaningless without her.

He walked out of the room and noticed that the Courier's room had its door closed, that meant she must have been inside. His hand reached for the door, he could have just opened it, but instead he knock. There was no answer, so he tried again, he heard a voice and then he opened the door.

Sarah was sitting on the bed, when she lifted her head to look at him. She didn't say anything, so he walked in and closed the door behind him.

"Any luck with House?" he leaned against the door.

"He says, if we want the divorce, we have to pay the full thing." She bit on her nails as she said this and looked up at him. "Maybe you were right." He walked a step closer to her. "Maybe we should just ignore it, doesn't mean we have to start sleeping with each other or anything. It's just a piece of paper right?"

"If that's what you want." He walked to the foot of the bed and sat down on the floor, his back again the edge of the bed. "Doesn't matter to me." From this position she could only see the back of his head and that stupid beret.

"Don't have anything to say? Don't want to try and make the caps, fucking whore ourselves out for the caps?" her hands gripped the bed sheets, "You can't make me have the final say. This is both of own faults." She was getting pissed off at his silence. "Boone..." He still didn't say anything, she sat up and went in front of him, she knelled down to get to his height. "Craig, what the fuck?" She poked childishly at his kneels, waiting for a reaction. "Craig mother fucking Boone..." She notice his jaw tense and she leaned back to sit on down on the floor. She couldn't help by look at her reflection from his sunglasses as she sat there in silence.

The sound of the other companions talking was still heard from outside the door as the Courier began getting tired of waiting for him to say something. She put her head in her hands and sighed, "I fucking hate you, you know." She heard him shift and she looked up to see him remove his sunglasses, his eyes looked tense and tried, but just as blue as ever. She smirked, it was only a few times she saw him without his sunglasses and each time she love it, he had amazing eyes, that she would get lost in them.

"Fuck." she said under her breath. She needed to clear her mind, think things through, get some drugs and make some kind of decision. "I need to sleep and so do you, we need to go to the dam tomorrow." She stood up and put out her hand to help him up, he looked up at it, then took it and stood up. He didn't let go of her hand, instead he pulled her close to him, their bodies touching just so lightly.

He couldn't think of what to say next, he wanted to be close to her, but didn't really know why, so he just sighed and looked at her. She could feel his chest rise as she looked into his eyes, she waited for some kind of reaction, for him to say something, for him to grab her and have his way with her, but nothing happened.

All sense of closeness left when he put his sunglasses back on and he let go of her hand. She backed up and looked to the floor as the sniper made his way to the door. He stopped before opening it, "Good night." Then he was gone.

What the fuck is going on? She thought to herself, she hated this guy or so she thought she did. She felt sorry for him when she first met him, he tagged along mainly because he felt like he should protect her. Then this... She doubted that he meant what he said on the holotape, she knew never trust a man when they were drunk and god damn it, she only remembered getting kicked out Gomorrah and even then he was drunk out of his mind. So why was he acting so weird? He tells her about Bittersprings, he bares his soul to her about his real wife, but he freezes when they have to talk about 'them'? She didn't understand. Hell she thought, fuck him.

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