Author's note: Author's note: Again another roleplay turned into a fanfiction, this time it's a roleplay between me and my tumblr buddy Gearchange (a name you might recognize if you read my OC Transformers fics). This is the same universe and time frame of The Mysterious Stranger which is my Fallout New Vegas story.

I own nothing Fallout related, I only own Rachel Phoenix and Gearchange owns Flynn Ryder.

As the events of fallout 4 take place, lower down, in the Tri-state area and in the city of New Haven. There was another vault that was similar to the Sanctuary Hills one, Vault 121, which was located under the remains of the Yale – New Haven Hospital and was a vault for the medical profession and the patients of the hospital.

Inside it was empty, no one was living there. No one was walking about, there was no society left down there. But why? Why was it so silent?

Breaking the silence of the Vault, a loud buzzer sounded as the heavy vault door began to release its seal'n'safe pressure valves, a mechanical arm meeting the door and pulling it out from its cog shaped resting place and moving it aside. Filling the entrance with artificial light from the rigging outside the vault.

A lone figure's shadowy silhouette stepped forwards to be greeted by a gangway which rolled out for him, making it safe for them to move across. The figure's footsteps were loud and his whole body was whirring and clunking, a flashlight turned on and two orange eyes glowed from its head.

The metal man walked forwards entering the entrance area, looking for the security post's terminal where he could find out more about the vault.

From his point of view, it seemed quite a clean vault, no disaster could be seen to have occurred and everything seemed normal. Even the power was still alright, but on low voltage since the sleeping pods were taking up most of the energy.

Nearby was a terminal that had the underscore bar on the screen flashing.

The eyes suddenly turned off and the flashlight too, the figure stopped in his tracks, suddenly it began to split open, and a figure stepping out of the suit. He pressed down on the suit's back, retrieving a fusion core. He was wearing a red Nuka Cola jacket with the numbers 79 on the back and had a small firearm strapped onto the inside as he unzipped the jacket.

He walked up to the terminal and began to investigate it. The terminal gave information on the vault itself. The vault was an experiment on sleeping pods or in comatosing people through a nuclear fallout.

The information on the residents of New Haven said that 60% of them had signed up for the vaults and that included workers... but... there was a troublesome log that was the last entry of the vault.

The man looked to the last entry on the terminal, trying to access it.

"To whomever finds this... I am vault tech manager of vault 121. Our experiment was to see how the human body would cope under comatosed conditions with new sleep pod technology we had been developing.

But... we can't wake anyone up! We have tried everything! They're alive and breathing, they are showing full brain activity, but they aren't waking up. We don't know what to do, we have ran out of food in the vault besides the solution we pump into the test subjects and some of us have already died.

This might be the last entry from this vault till someone discovers on how to wake them up, or if by some miracle one of them or all of them wake up by themselves."

The man stood up and returned to his power armor, injecting the core and stepping back into his protective shell. He looked around for the signs which usually pointed dwellers to where facilities were, since this was the upper floor there must have been a way to the lower levels, a switch to a lift.

There were signs to show people there medical room and housing were, as well as lifts. The pods were located in the housing man got into the lift, activating it to send him to a floor, where hopefully he could find something of importance.

He would arrive on the first floor below vault, the rooms of the man checked his surroundings, looking to the quarters of each. Each of the quarters was modest with a pod and person in each, but the machine part to wake them up had malfunctioned fully.

Except one of them…

The man entered the room, inspecting the pod the person was in. In the Pod was a middle aged woman who was in a military nurse/medic uniform with chestnut brown hair and rosy skin. She was thin but muscled and looked like she had either served in the army or was drafted in late towards the end of the war.

Once he had rubbed away some of the dust from the lid of the pod he could see the woman inside, he looked for a terminal or some way to operate the pod and rescue this remaining inhabitant.

The pod's internal mechanism hadn't fried its own waking up components so with some reconnections, it would take just connecting up a pip boy to activate it. The man opened up a cuff on his left arm, pulling out a white cord which was connected to his pip-boy 3000 Mk4, inserting it into the terminal connected to the pod, finding a way to activate the pod.

With some hacking and repairs, the pod would open and the life activating systems would kick in. The man in the power armor stood back, looking to the woman in the pod. It must have been a bit of a shock to see him, despite wearing a piece of military equipment.

The woman woke up slowly and tried to move, she pats around her arm and removes the butterfly capillary that provided nutrition. She looks around and sees the man and doesn't register it.

"Take it easy... You've been in stasis for 200 years," his voice came through as if it was through a communicator.

"200... years? 200 years!?" She bolts up and then eeks at the pain in her body.

"Two...hundred and ten..." The man removed his power armor helmet, putting it down on the table, beside him, "sorry to scare you like this, I didn't think I'd find anyone still alive in this Vault."

Her vision clears and she looks at the man, identifying his features. "Oh my God. Where is everyone? What do you mean by alive?"

"Well... I don't know if anyone made it out of your Vault... but most of the inhabitants from these pods can't be rescued.

I know you have a lot of questions, I don't have all the answers, but the world you knew 200 years ago isn't what it is now."

"No... no no no! Are you sure we can't save them? And why? What happened after the bombs dropped?" She slowly got up again and blinks.

"Life support failed on most of the units, these things... we're not built to last so long. Your vault was part of an experiment, kind of like a stasis test.

200 years ago the bombs hit the East Coast hard. New York has changed a lot but humanity... what's left of it from those who descended from survivors or Vault dwellers have tried to make a living."

"Humanity still exists? Thank God. Experiment? We were promised a living in the vaults! Oh God... everyone I know, gone..." She looks upset at this as her mind tried to piece stuff together.

"I know it must be a lot to take in, you probably should see it for yourself."

"How can I trust you?" She raises an eyebrow, on closer look she had a scar over her eye.

"Come to the surface and see for yourself. It ain't safe out there though so you should equip yourself."

"Alright." She holds out her hand for him to help her up.

The man grabbed her hand with his still encased by the power armor, "so what's your name?"

"Rachel Phoenix," she slowly gets up with his help, her legs shaking from being used.

"Nice to meet you Phoenix, you can call me Flynn," Flynn helps her onto her feet, "just take it easy alright."

"Flynn? Nice to meet you."

Her legs readjust and after a while, she could walk about. She lets him lead her up and out of the vault.