DISCLAIMER: I do not own Bethesda, if I did, you could actually talk about things! I have taken a few liberties with this portion of the plotline FYI.

Song: Crazy He Calls Me by Billie Holliday

"I say I'll move the mountains, and I'll move the mountains if he wants them out of the way. Crazy he calls me, sure I'm crazy, crazy in love, I'd say."

Jemma's Pipboy croons softly somewhere on the floor where it got tossed haphazardly in the night. An inhaler of Jet dangles between Hancock's fingers while another graces his cheek next to the pillow. His defining duds were strewn across the mottled wood floor.

She sipped her water softly by the window, alternating her gaze between the peace of Goodneighbor and the gentle rise and fall of her lover's chest.

I say I'll go through fire, and I'll go through fire. As he wants it, so it will be. Crazy he calls me, sure I'm crazy, crazy in love, you'll see.

Closing her eyes, feeling the cool sensation of water tickle her throat, Jemma could feel Hancock's rough hands around her waist as they had danced. As he spun her to song after song, she could see the joy in his pitch black eyes. He seemed lighter. She felt lighter.

Like the wind that shakes the bough, he moves me with a smile. The difficult I'll do right now, the impossible will take a little while.

The vault dweller curled her legs under her chin, resting her cheek on her scarred knees. Seeing Goodneighbor in the night light was almost soothing. The glow from the neon lights of the Memory Den and the Hotel Rexford cast an eerie light on the few drifters wandering the street. Jemma sighed, closing her eyes in defeat. Soon, her night of living would end, and she would be forced to wake up to a cold, hard reality where she would have to decide the fate of humanity.

She would have to play God. A tear slid out from her clenched eyelids. No one should hold that sort of responsibility.

I say I'll care forever, and I mean forever.

She turned back towards Hancock, smiling halfheartedly at his frame taking up the majority of the bed. He was so good to her, so patient.

If I have to hold up the sky

Carefully unfolding her body, Jemma tiptoed closer to the bed, pausing at the foot. Her ghoul seemed so peaceful, even in his occasional snorts.

Crazy, he calls me

Boy, was she crazy alright. Crazy for him. Crazy about him. Crazy with him. Jemma turned her face away, suddenly feeling crestfallen. More tears stung at her lower lids, pushing past the barriers she attempted to erect.

Sure I'm crazy, crazy in love am I.

A/N: I know I said 2 chapters…but I lied. Only one more chapter. The next one will be longer and a bit more…angsty. You know how the end game goes. *goes to cry in a corner*