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A/N: Hi, Sorry for the late update, been busy with College and life in general. Hope you enjoyed the last chapter, and enjoy this one as well :)
Lucifer bolts up in bed, screaming, his hand reaching for his Katana. He scans his small room looking for Sarah. When finding no trace of her, he slumps back down onto the bed, his breath calming down. Just a dream, he thinks to himself. He drapes one arm over his forehead, sighing softly. Just as he begins to close his eyes, he hears the soft whine of Dogmeat, followed by scraping at the door. Lucifer growls and gets up out of bed, opening the door. Dogmeat looks up at him, happily, shaking his tail side to side rapidly. Lucifer sighs, nodding his head, "Alright, let's get you something to eat."
Dogmeats' ears perk up and he turns, bounding down the stairs. Lucifer yawns, running his fingers through his auburn hair, as he walks down the stairs to the first floor of his Megaton Apartment. Dropping his hands from his head, he leans down to scratch the top of Dogmeats' head. Dogmeat pants happily, his tail thumping against the metal floorboards. Lucifer smiles at him, happily.
Walking over to the refrigerator, he talks to Dogmeat, "Ok Boy, what would you like today?" He opens the refrigerator, pulling out a Mirelurk Cake and a Salisbury steak. "We have a Mire Cake and 200 year old steak, which would you like, boy?" Lucifer turns to Dogmeat and offers his left hand, the one with the Mirelurk Cake in it. With no response from Dogmeat, Lucifer offers the Salisbury steak, to which Dogmeat thumps his tail against the floor. Lucifer chuckles as he puts the Mirelurk Cake back. Opening up the Salisbury steak package, he reaches inside and pulls out the defrosted steak, throwing it in the air.
Dogmeat jumps into the air, grabbing the steak, and landing back on four paws. He lies down, the steak trapped in-between his paws, gnawing away on it. Lucifer smiles at Dogmeats' skill. Closing the refrigerator, Lucifer turns to the self along the wall next to the refrigerator. He grabs a bowl, a spoon, a box of Sugar Bombs, and a bottle of Aqua Pura and sets them down on a table, by the stairs. He pours the Sugar Bombs into the bowl, followed by the bottle of Aqua Pura.
Lucifer sits, leaning his elbow on the table, resting his head in the palm of his hand. With his spoon, he pushes the stale lumps of sugar around in the bowl. He sighs softly, looking from the bowl to the metal door of his apartment, half expecting Sarah to walk through it. Pushing the bowl away, Lucifer leans back in his chair, closing his eyes, and draping his arm over them.
"Why did I have to be so stupid?" He thought to himself, "Why couldn't I answer her?" He thinks back to that faithful night, two months ago.
Lucifer smiled, wrapping his arm around Sarah's waist, as they walk along the Potomac; after treating her to a lovely dinner at Rivet City, he's walking her back to the Citadel, hoping to enjoy some after dinner fun. But as he wrapped his arm around her, he can feel her tense underneath him. Leaning close to her, he whispers, "What's wrong?"
Stopping, Sarah turns to him, "Do you love me?" She asked him softly.
Stopping along with her, Lucifer turn to her, "What? Of course I do."
Sarah shook her head, "No, I mean, do you love me?" Pulling away from him, she motions her right hand back toward the Purifier. "Would you give up your father's work, just to be with me?"
Lucifer opened his mouth to respond, but found himself closing it again. "Would he give up everything just to be with her?"
When he failed to respond, Sarah spoke, her voice heavy with emotion, "That's the thing Lou, you don't love me. Your only love is the Wasteland." Her voice drips with poison over the word wasteland. She shook her head, quickly walking away from Lucifer.
Unable to respond, he watched her walk away. He soon found his feet carrying him back towards Rivet City, back towards the Muddy Rudder, and far away from Sarah.
Lucifer sighs, opening his eyes. "I should have gone after her." He thought to himself. "I should have done so many things, but . . . If I can't answer her question now, I don't deserve her. So, do I love her?" He thinks to himself. Lucifer sits in silence, unable to answer her question again.
Growling, he flips the table over water and 200 year old cereal flying everywhere. Coming down from his anger, he sits, burying his head in his hands.