Title: His New Contractor
Characters: Charon (Very out of character and if you don't like it then please by all means leave my fic.), Alexandria (Same OC fr 'No Regerts'.)
Summary: A little Vaultie made it across the Capital Wasteland and into the D.C ruins. Found half-dead and almost out of ammo, the Underworld sentry drags her in to the doctor to get patched up. With no shortage of caps she decided to explore and ends up in the Ninth Circle.
Rating: T for language
(It is VERY likely this will become a fic of it's own and I reserve every right to turn a drabble of my creation into a full fic.)

SAME DISCLAIMER APPLIES FROM THE FIRST STORY.

Charon's POV
Ever since the bombs fell it's literally been hell on Earth. I was once a soldier –respected and feared- now I'm nothing but a fucking guard dog in the Ninth Circle. Ever since this scumbag Ahzrukhal bought my contract off some slavers I've been acting as security in his bar. I guess I can't complain much, I can't say he's the worse employer I've had but he sure as hell ain't the best either. Underworld seems like the ideal place for Ghouls like us because even in this wasteland we're still freaks of nature.

I let out another silent groan as I watch Ahzrukhal try to sell "my services" to Carol. It's not that I have anything against her, but I ain't like him. If I'm sleeping with a woman-Ghoul or smooth skin- I want her to want it too. Of course, it's not like I ever get the chance for any carnal pleasures, Ahzrukhal saves those for himself.

"Thanks again, but I really have to be getting back to the shop," Carol is trying her best to keep her cool and not offend my employer. She's been in here a few times when Patchwork got a little too rowdy and I had to escort him out. She's well aware of what I can do and the fact that I have no say in what I do and to whom.

"Are you sure? I can offer you and your, partner, a decent price for tonight." He grins trying to be charming but it just displays his cracked, yellowing teeth. He's starting to get upset. I can tell by the way his hand is twitching at his side and the way he watches the door nervously. He owns the Ninth Circle but Cerberus isn't above frying a Ghoul for being a letch. He's done it before and would like to again.

Whatever Carol was about to say was cut off by the door to the Ninth Circle being kicked in. Every patron in the bar stopped what they were doing to see who made such a 'grand' entrance. There had been mutterings about a Vaultie showing up. She kept it up she's going out the front doors of the museum the same way they came in –a bloody pulp being drug like a rag doll. I watch in mild interest as a girl with brown hair and big green eyes strolls in like she owns the place. She wears a Merc trader outfit and the skirt seems to sit a little higher on her hips than it was meant to. She looks over at me, saying nothing. She tilts her head to the side and saunters up to me.

"Hi there," she calls. I glance down at her, grunt and look away. She scratches absently at her cheek. "Do you ever talk?" she tries again.

"Talk to Ahzrukhal," I respond shortly. Her pink lips part again to speak but I cut her off. "Talk. To. Ahzrukhal." She turns with a huff and walks to the bar, hips swaying catching every male's attention.

"What's up with the big guy in the corner?" I hear her ask. Ahzrukhal, who never passes up an opportunity to boast about me, launches into a huge explanation of my contract. The Vaultie says very little during his explanation, instead taking a few sips of her whiskey. "So how much for his contract?" she asks when he lapses into silence. I roll my eyes and pretend no to be listening to them. After being stuck as Ahzrukhal's dog for over sixty years I've learned not to get my hopes up.

"I don't think a little girl like you can afford it," he sneers at her. Ahzrukhal licks his cracking lips and looks her up and down. "Maybe you and I can work out another arrangement though?" he moves his hand and places it over the Valtice's. She slips her hand away from his with a look of disgust.

"How 'bout a thousand caps?" she reaches into her pack and pulls out a small pouch that jingles when she shakes it. Ahzrukhal's eyes light up as he takes it and slowly counts the full amount on the counter.

After a grueling ten minutes of counting, he sweeps the caps into the pouch and turns to his safe in the wall. He spins the combination, places her payment inside and takes out a folded piece of paper out and hands it to her. "I'll let you have the pleasure of informing Charon yourself," he murmurs with a sick grin as she nods and tucks my contract into her armor.

I watch in mild interest as she saunters over and looks up at me. "Your name is Charon right?" I nod. "Well, Charon, I'm Alexandria. As it turns out, I'm your new employer." I stare at her for a moment, not sure what to say.

"You've purchased my contract from Ahzrukhal?" she nods slowly playing with a strand of her brown hair. "Wait here please while I take care of something." I don't wait for her response. I simply push myself off the wall and un-holster my shotgun. My former employer looks up at me and grins wickedly.

"Ah, Charon. Come to say goodbye?" he laughs. I grunt in response and level the barrel at his face, shooting twice. The few patrons that the bar still housed ran at the sound of gunshots, leaving it empty except for me, Ahzrukhal's body and my new contractor - Alexandria.

"Why'd you shoot him?" Her voice comes from beside me.

"He was an evil bastard and deserved to die," I answer shortly and re-holster my weapon. Alexandria hums in response as she moves around the counter and bends over Ahzrukhal's fallen form.

"Grab any and everything you can. Booze, chems, caps- anything we can trade." She pats him down as I move to empty the liquor cabinet into my pack. "And for God's sake, hurry the hell up before Cerberus makes it down here." She grumbles moving to the safe to retrieve her caps.

"As you wish, Mistress." I return in a monotone as she sweeps the chem stash into her pack. I feel her eyes on my back as I move to the back room for Ahzrukhal's private stash and come back with an old scoped magnum and four clips of .556 rounds.

"God," she breathes when she sees what I'm holding. "Where did you find that Charon?"

"It was a part of my former employers personal belongings." A flurry of voices kick up outside the doors that lead to the Ninth Circle and she draws in a sharp breath moving to stand beside me.

"Think we can make it out alive?" she murmurs.

"I will protect you with my life, Mistress." She shakes her head at the title but says nothing, instead motioning for me to follow her into the concourse of Underworld.

O. .o.O

Alexandria's POV
"Kid, what in the hell is that thing following you?" asks Lucas Simms, Megaton sheriff.

"Easy sheriff," I soothe. "This is Charon. He's my new bodyguard." I pull out a small pouch of a hundred caps and slip it into his palm. "I assure you that he won't be causing any problems while we're here." Simms looks at me, the caps, and Charon before he lets out a long sigh.

"Alright kid. I'm trusting you, if things get too messy though," he shakes his head.

"I understand Sheriff." I nod and motion for Charon to follow me up the ramp and to my humble shack. I throw open the door and drop my pack on the floor. Charon moves in behind me and closes the door as I move to the small kitchenette tucked into the back.

"Good evening Madame," calls a voice from the second floor landing.

"Hiya Wadsworth!" I call back grabbing two Nuka- Cola and handing it to the stoic Ghoul still standing beside the door. "Wads, this is Charon. Charon, this is Wadsworth. Please play nice because I don't feel like redecorating again." I joke as I crack open my drink and take a sip. Charon has yet to move from his spot by the door. "Do you wanna take a seat?" I motion to the couch.

"I will do as Mistress commands of me. Is it your desire that I seat myself?" He asks robotically.

"Well, I assume you're a grown ass man so I guess that means you can do whatever in the hell you want." I sit on the floor and pull my pack off the couch to start organizing my supplies. "Hand me your pack will ya?" He moves stiffly and hands me his pack before moving back to where he was standing. "And what's with this 'Mistress' shit? It's fucking weird. Call me Alex." I spread his supplies out with mine and can't help but drool over my new supply of booze.

"As you wish, Alex." He still has yet to sit. Or drink his Nuka. Or say anything not weird. Sigh, at least he stopped calling me mistress. Too goddamn kinky for my tastes.

I pick up a bottle of scotch and turn it over in my hands before I take the top off and take a drink. I sigh contently as it burns down my throat and settles warmly in my stomach. "Drink," I thrust the bottle out to Charon.

"But Alex I cannot sufficiently protect you if I am intoxicated," he protests not taking the bottle.

I scowl and take another drink before holding out the bottle again. "That was not a request Charon. Who would attack us? This is MEGATON for god sake! This, this is home," I whisper the last bit and look away. I sit for a moment in silence before I feel the bottle being tugged from my hand.

"May I take a seat, Alex?" Charon asks turning the bottle in his hands inspecting the label.

"I already told you to sit down," I huff. "Now then, take a drink and pass it back. I have sorrows I want to drown." Charon makes a face as he sits on the couch beside me and takes a long drink, draining half the bottle before passing it back to me. I smile up at the Ghoul. "This looks to be the beginning of a beautiful friendship Charon."