I own Knight Captain Mark 'Giggles' Faris, Petty Officer Melba S. Mann, Admiral Dieter Unger, Seaman Oscar Schenk, Starthuat, Starthuat's army, and Elder Porras, all else to Bethesda

A/N...

Getting back into the swing of things, long chapter ahead!

Lou and Sarah are back, yay!

Warning: Use of language, blood, old enemies, and sarcastic Lou

Lucifer gasps, holding into his side, trying to stop the blood. Damn Talon Company, he thinks to himself. He groans softly, pushing himself off the wall, climbing over the rubble of D.C. He trips over a metal beam, falling face first into some rubble. "Ow," he groans, pulling himself into a sitting position. The sun hits his tanned face, and begins to close up the wounds on his face. He runs a gloved hand through his auburn hair, sighing softly. Three weeks in a row, now. Three weeks encountering those Talon Company assholes. I thought I put a stop to them after clearing the fort. He lifts his hand off of his wound, blood still coming out. Shit, I gotta get this into the light. He looks up, to see the sky darken and the sun begin to dip below the horizon. "Aww, shit…" Crawling over to a small wall, he sits, resting his back against the wall and Lucifer fumbles to get his cigs out of his pocket. Succeeding, he pulls out his last cig, smiling triumphantly. The smile fades when he realizes that he has no matches. "Come on!" he yells out, "Goddamn it!"

Lucifer gasps softly again, blood continuing to pour out of his wound. His face has gone white, from blood loss, just as the sun dips below the horizon. His breathing becomes shallower, as he groans in pain, falling to the side slightly. "So, this is it, huh? The end of The Lone Wanderer," he chuckles softly, gasping in pain, "dying in a…pool of his own… blood, from a lucky fucking shot." He groans again in pain, looking down at the wound.

Sarah Lyons and her Pride—being in the area hunting Muties—hear Lucifer yelling out, moving towards him, concerned for his well-being. As they get closer, they follow the trail of blood, right to him. Sarah gasps, "Kodiak, on me!" and vaults over the rubble towards Lucifer.

Lucifer looks up, his vision blurry and his breath shallow. "Mm, what a lovely vision to see, before I sleep…So, so sleepy…" Lucifer smiles as he closes his eyes.

Reaching his side, Sarah slaps his face gently, "Lou, Lou! Open your eyes Lou!" Looking down at the hole in his combat armour, she places her hands over the wound, pressing down on it. "Stay with me, Lou!"

Coughing, Lucifer gasps, his eyes opening slightly. "Sarah?"

Sarah Lyons smiles, tears in her eyes, "Hey. Yea, it's me. Stay awake, Lou." Rushing in next to her, Kodiak pulls out some stim-packs while Glade, Dusk, and Gallows set up a perimeter around the trio.

"Damn it," Kodiak curses, "I need to pull this armour off to inject the stim-packs." Nodding her head, Sarah takes her hands off the wound to help unclip Lucifer's armour. Lucifer groans softly as the air hits the open wound. Once the green armour is off, Sarah returns her hands to the wound while Kodiak rips the white tank-top in order to inject the stim-packs.

Lucifer coughs softly, bringing his right hand up to cup Sarah's cheek, wiping away her tears with the pad of his thumb. "No crying, Sarah."

Sarah leans into his touch, closing her eyes, "I just got you back, Lou. I can't lose you again." Opening her eyes, she mockingly glares at him, "If you die, I'm going to fucking kill you."

Lucifer smirks, chuckling softly while groaning in pain, "Oh, I'll try to avoid that then." Kodiak rips more of the now bloodied tank-top wrapping it around the wound as Sarah lifts her hands. Looking down at the make-shift bandage, Lucifer smiles, "Not bad for a Jack of all trades;" He chuckles as Kodiak flips him off.

Placing a bloodied hand on his, Sarah looks from the wound up to Lucifer, "Who did this, Lou?"

Lucifer smirks, "If I tell you that, you'll just hunt them down across the wasteland." Digging into his pocket with his left hand, he pulls out a small sheet of paper.

Sarah gently takes the paper, withdrawing herself from Lucifer's hand to read it. "'Orders from the President: Hunt down and Kill the knuckle-draggers 'Messiah'. Name: Lucifer A. Tolliver. Hair Colour: Auburn. Occupation: Lone Wanderer. Return his head as a personal trophy. –B;' Who the hell is 'B'?"

"Someone I should have killed a long time ago; Mr. Burke." Lucifer mutters quietly, groaning as he shifts his body back up the wall. "When I first came out the vault, I was young and stupid. I wasn't used to the killing just yet. Anyway, I met a man in Megaton; he called himself Mr. Burke. I don't know how he got one, but he got his hands on a fusion pulse charge and wanted me to put it into the nuke there, so he can detonate it. I went to Simms and gave it to him. He crushed the pulse charge under his boot and we went to deliver 'Wasteland Justice'. Simms was going to lock him up, but when Simms turned his back, Burke pulled out a pistol. I pushed Simms out of the way and I got shot in the leg. I did get a shot off into that fucker's hand," Lucifer smirks at the memory, "and he ran out of there with a busted hand and mutter on how I made a 'powerful enemy'. A few days later, he sent Talon after me. I haven't heard from him since.

"I've left a lot of people alive I probably should have killed," Lucifer smiles ruefully at Sarah. "I don't know who the 'President' is; probably his new employer." Looking down at the wound, he sees blood beginning to seep through the bandage. He places his left hand onto the wound, re-applying the pressure. "Shit," he mutters softly, "I should have brought more stim-packs."

Standing, Sarah nods her head, "We need to get you back to the Citadel." Looking over her shoulder she calls out, "Glade, get on the horn to the Citadel, request a pick-up." Nodding his head, Glade presses a small button just under the ear of the helmet, radioing into the Citadel; a new addition to the suits after the assault on Addams Air Force base. Looking back at Lucifer Sarah smiles, "Come on, Lou let's get you up."

Reaching down, Sarah and Kodiak help get Lucifer on his feet as he holds the wound with his left hand. Nodding to Kodiak, Sarah shifts the weight so Lucifer can lean on her. "Sarah, I'm going to get blood on your suit," Lucifer protests weakly.

Smirking Sarah chuckles softly, "You can make it up to me later."

Leaning her head over to Kodiak, Lucifer whispers loudly, "That's not sexual, mind you. I will literally have to clean her armour later."

Glade motions towards a nearby courtyard, "Giggles is on his way, Sarah," he chuckles softly, his voice muffled by the helmet.

Lucifer arches his eyebrow, "Giggles?"

"Knight Captain Mark Faris, pilots the Vertibird 'Joker'," Dusk chimes in, looking back at the pair, her eyes lingering on Lucifer. With a scalding glare from Sarah, she quickly turns around.

The Vertibird lands in the courtyard the blades whipping up dust and dirt. On the side of the green bird, next to the Brotherhood Sigil is a laughing mask. Leaning on Sarah for support they and the Pride walk over, climbing into the bird. Inside Knight Captain Mark Faris turns his head to the side, nodding to the group. "Here's your pick-up, Miss Lyons," he rumbles in a deep voice.

Groaning as he sits, Lucifer looks at the man. A tanned Hispanic man dressed in recovered American Jumpsuit nods to Lucifer, muttering into the microphone attached to his headsets. Looking at Sarah next to him, "Giggles?" He asks jerking his thumb at Mark.

Mark Faris rolls his eyes, "Back to the Citadel, Miss Lyons?"

Sarah nods her head, "Yes, Giggles. Call medical ahead, telling we've got wounded."

Lucifer shakes his head, "It's not that bad," lifting his hand and looking down at the wound, seeing blood seeping through the bandage. "Okay, maybe it is that bad." He places his hand back onto the wound applying pressure. Closing the hatch doors, the Vertibird takes off, turning and flying back towards the Citadel.