Chapter 2: You Can Go Home Again


Megaton. September 9th. 2283. 18:15

Logan was preparing dinner as Butch was recalling one of their adventures to Amata and Susie. Specifically, the time they went to Canterbury Commons and had to "protect" the town from the Antagonizer and the Mechanist. Logan smiled as he heard Amata's laugh. He had always found it cute when she found something really funny, her voice would get so high-pitched, only dogs could hear it. The rain hadn't let up and both Amata and Susie would have to spend the night. Logan wasn't going to have Amata spend the night at Moriarty's, so he offered to let them stay at his place for the night and they will head back in the morning.

"And that is how the Lone Wanderer stopped the never-ending battle between the Antagonizer and the Mechanist," Butch spoke with dramatic effect, "by acting as a therapist."

Susie was the first to speak up, face red from laughter, "I still can't believe that you talked them down. Didn't the G.O.A.T say that you were going to be the Vault's fry-cook?"

Logan stepped out of the kitchen with four plates of Brahmin Steak, "It also said that Butch was going to be a hair-dresser."

"Barber!" Butch yelled as he began eating his steak. Logan, Susie, and Amata chuckled at Butch's statement.

"So," Amata said while cutting into her steak, "will Butch and you be joining us back with the weapons?"

Butch shook his head, "I have to report back to Rivet City. Harkness is going to be pissed if I don't."

Logan spoke up, "I have a friend of ours coming to help us carry the load. Just don't be alarmed when he shows up."

Susie cocked her head, "Why? Is he some kind of hideous monster or something?"

Butch smirked, "Let's just say he is sort of the outcast of his family." And continued to eat his food.

Amata stared at Logan, who wasn't eating his food. "We've listened to Galaxy News Radio. Especially about what happened to your dad." The room broke out into a complete silence. Butch and Susie stopped mid-bite. Logan just simply stared at his food.

"All my dad wanted was to give the Wasteland clean water," Logan got up from the table, "and the Enclave wanted to use to control their own greedy agendas." Logan then walked out of the room, "My room is upstairs. I'll sleep in the Lab tonight." And Logan left his house.


Megaton. September 9th. 2283. 21:33

"How could I have been so stupid?" Amata yelled to Susie while the two of them were getting ready for bed, "Hey you're helping the people that basically hate you, why don't I bring up your dead dad." Amata sat on the bed with her hands covering her face.

Susie sat next to her and began rubbing her back, "Listen don't worry. Logan's not the type of person to hold a grudge. Besides, he'll never be angry with you."

Amata huffed, "How many times do I have to tell you? Logan doesn't see me like that."

Susie laughed, "Are you kidding me?! Amata, Logan has been in love with you for the longest time. Everyone in the Vault knew it. Hell I think that's part of the reason why your father hates him."

Amata shook her head, "He might have. But he has been out in the Wasteland for six years. You've heard GNR. He have meet so many interesting people out here. I'm just some girl from a Vault. Logan will find someone better than me."

Susie began to comfort her friend, "Amata, stop putting yourself down. Despite everything Logan has done, he is still the same guy who tried his hardest not to stare at your boobs growing up. And despite not having the advantages other girls in the Wasteland have, you managed to convince a Vault bent on isolating themselves from the outside world to open up. You have a lot more going for you than you realize."

Amata smiled but didn't say anything. She rested her head on the pillow and thought about Logan. The boy he used to be and the man he became.


Megaton. September 9th. 2283. 23:55

It was almost midnight when Logan finished Excalibur. He wiped the sweat and grease from his brow and smiled. For two years he had been working on his weapon. As he held the four foot makeshift sword in his hands, he had a sense of satisfaction and a brief moment of childhood nostalgia as he remembered the days when he pretended to be Grognak the Barbarian, wielding his flaming sword to save the beautiful princess from some strange monster.

Logan didn't know how effective it would be in actual combat, but perhaps he could test it on the way the Vault 101. Logan slumped down on his chair and thought about returning once again to Vault 101. How would the others react to him returning? Logan seriously doubted that he would be welcomed with open arms. But he had to push those thoughts out of his mind for now. Logan gathered the equipment that he would give to the Vault: Hunting Rifles, Assault Rifles, Combat Shotguns, some Frag Grenades, and some spare Plasma Pistols. Logan also gathered some Leather Armor and Combat Armor.

Logan was preparing for bed, until he heard a knock at the door. There were two people who willingly entered the Lab, but only one of them knocked. Logan got up and opened the door to reveal a large humanoid figure standing about twelve feet tall with yellow skin and wearing what appeared to be a ripped up Vault jumpsuit.

Logan smiled, "Come in Fawkes. I'm glad you got the message." Logan let the outcast Super Mutant in his Lab as Fawkes sat in the nearest chair.

"I am always happy to help my friend," Fawkes said with a smile. After five years, Fawkes' voice began to sound more human, "but I do not think it is wise to give these individuals all these weapons."

"Relax Fawkes," Logan slumped into his bed, "I'm only giving them the most standard equipment. Also these guys have never been outside the Vault so I don't think they'll try anything so stupid."

"You seemed stressed," Fawkes looked at Logan with a questioning look, "why is this assignment different from the others that you have done?"

Logan sat up to face Fawkes, "What's different is that I'm returning to a place whose people basically hate me because I wasn't born in the Vault. Also the one person who doesn't hate me I still have feelings for. Which is bad."

"If you are in love with someone why do you feel so conflicted?" Logan knew Fawkes meant well, but he doesn't remember what it is like to be human.

"Just go to sleep Fawkes, we have a big day ahead of us."


Outside Megaton. September 10th. 2283. 07:34

Logan woke Amata and Susie up an hour before sunrise. He wanted to make sure that they were prepared to fight if they needed to. So he left them some combat armor and Hunting Rifles. Logan waited patiently as Fawkes helped put the supplies on one of the Brahmin. Logan was wearing his T51-B Power Armor that he acquired from the Brotherhood Outcasts after helping them with the Computer Simulation of Operation: Anchorage. Strapped at his left side was Excalibur, slightly heavier than the types of melee weapons he was used to, but he would have to get over it. On his back was the Metal Blaster laser rifle he got from The Pitt, and his preferred weapon of choice. He also carried the Blackhawk pistol strapped on his right side.

The two Vault Dwellers finally left Megaton wearing the armor and weapons Logan supplied. They went to greet him, but stopped at the sight of Fawkes.

"It's okay," Logan tried to reassure them, "This is a friend. His name is Fawkes. Fawkes this is Amata Almodovar and Susie Mack."

Fawkes smiled, "It is a pleasure to meet you." He stuck out his hand, but neither Amata nor Susie wanted to shake. Logan wasn't surprised. It was the first time either of them had encountered a Super Mutant, let alone one that was friendly.

As the small party left Megaton to Springvale, Logan noticed something and stopped. He pulled out Metal Blaster and slowly approached one of the disheveled houses and saw a gang of raiders dead. Logan moved closer to examine one of the bodies. It had been killed from an energy weapon. This is bad. Logan thought as he looked around to see if he spotted anyone. Who could have killed this guys? Talon Company is wiped out and the Brotherhood doesn't make any rounds near Megaton. The Outcasts could have done this, but they would they attack Raiders or even come anywhere near me? As soon as he finished the thought, a laser bolt nearly hit the back of his head, but was off by a few inches.

Logan turned around and saw six humanoid figures dressed head to toe in black metal armor. Each of them wore a motorcycle helmet that had the image of a skull painted above the visor. Each of them had a Laser Pistol in one hand and at their sides were machetes.

Logan turned around and yelled, "FAWKES GET THEM OUT OF HERE! I'LL HOLD THEM OFF!" And in a single instant, the six figures fired at Logan, but he was able to dodge out of the way and hid behind one of the partially destroyed cars.

One of the figures, whose skull was painted gold, stepped forward with his machete unsheathed, "We have heard tells of the Lone Wanderer of the Capital Waste," the figure spoke with a thick Southern drawl, "the Man who has Cheated Death. But Death comes for all. We are the Reapers. You have done great things Wanderer, but our Master sees you as a threat."

Logan then steps out from the behind the car with Excalibur unsheathed and activated. The curved blade was ignited in orange flame and sparks of electricity were visible. "I beat the Enclave, I sure as hell can beat you." The leader chuckled as the other five unsheathed their machetes and charged.

With one slash of Excalibur, Logan was able to slice the arm of one of the Reapers while at the same time, set it on fire. One of the Reapers slashed at Logan with the machete, but the Power Armor easily absorbed the damage. Logan countered with a quick stab in the chest, the smell of burning organs began to fill the air.

Two of the Reapers began to pull out their Laser Pistols again and began firing. Logan took a few shots to the chest and left shoulder, but thankfully, the Power Armor took most of the damage. But Logan didn't want to switch to the Metal Blaster. He loved the thrill of melee combat. Like the heroes of old. So with great speed he dashed towards the two Reapers and decapitated them in a single stroke.

The two remaining Reapers had fled. There was no trace of them. No footprints of anything of the like. Logan then walked towards one of the Reaper corpses and revealed it was some type of Ghoul. Except the face was different. Most Ghouls Logan had encountered didn't look like decaying corpses, but rather a person with extremely dry skin that has flacked off so much they appear to be dead. The Reapers however, looked like their skin was actually decaying. In fact it had decayed so much that it looked like the Reapers' face was ripped off, revealing nothing but the skull.

Logan turned around and saw Fawkes had led Susie and Amata to the entrance of Vault 101. He took a big breath and prepared for the worst.


Ok here is chapter 2. The next few chapter are going to be moving a little slow, they are mainly focusing on Logan's return to Vault 101, him training the Vault Dwellers, and focusing on some of the other individuals in Capital Waste. For that I want you the readers to tell me which NPCs you want be have some focus. Also Please remember to review.