Author's note: Well I updated the chapter a few times. I wanted to get a goal of 1,200 words, I didn't like how short Eric and the Courier's introduction was. Also, if you noticed I changed Dogmeat's main character place with Ulysses. Dogmeat will still have a good few chapters in the story but, I thought Eric, the Courier, and Ulysses would be a nice group; Fawkes included in most chapters. But I want you guys to please start recommending this story if you like it, I want a least a good thousand views by the end of the year. Not favorites or follows, but VIEWS, it's all I ask of you to do as well as give me constructive criticism. Seriously, reviews with pointers please. I want to give a shoutout to NCRMC and his fanfic New Wars are Fought by Old Warriors for helping me with some ideas for the next few chapters. Go read his story, it has more popularity than mine and is well thought out. ~ Sincerely, the Author

Eric sat down on the bed of the room, it was a fairly decent place, a queen sized bed with a nightstand and lamp. It was small and had a faint smell of pre-war air freshener.

"How long we stayin'?" Eric asked.

"Maybe a week or so judging by the looks of the guys you killed back in the plains. We should keep a low profile, maybe make some caps for the road and grab some supplies." The Courier set down his bag and rummaged through it, pulling out several things: Sunset Sarsaparilla sodas, a few 5.56 and 9mm magazines, a gold 9mm pistol and other things. Eventually he pulled out the package he was speaking about earlier.

"Here."

"You do the honor." Eric replied, he didn't trust him yet. The Courier shrugged and unsheathed a Bowie knife, he began to carefully cut open the packaging, when he was done he pulled out a letter from the box and handed it to him. Before Eric even read who it was from, a loud crash came from the floor below.

The door to the motel/bar burst open, Enclave soldiers poured into the bar. One of the men grabbed a wastelander and threw him across the bar counter.

"WHERE IS HE?!" They yelled, grabbing the man from his shirt collar. Their muffled, gender-less voice pouring over the man.

"W-w-who are you talking about?" He stuttered

"The only other man who came in here just a few minutes ago!" The soldier yelled, clearly frustrated. He pulled out a Plasma Defender and pointed it at the man's head.

"One more time; Where. Is. The. Lone. Wanderer... Too late!" A bolt of plasma burst out the back of the wastelander's head a few moments later, burning through the wall of the bar and into the land behind it. Two soldiers moved in the back office and began to search it, throwing irrelevant papers or items to the ground. One of the soldiers began to walk upstairs as the leader continued to interrogate and execute people.

"Oh shit! One of them's coming upstairs!" Eric whispered. The Courier grabbed the pistol and waited... Moments later the soldier walked through the doorway and just barely avoided getting shot. They turned around and quickly disarmed the Courier, desperately he swung his fist at the soldier; hoping to knock them out. But the soldier was fast, they grabbed his fist and broke his arm.

"SON OF BITCH!" The Courier yelled, Eric scrambled off the bed he was sitting on and grabbed the Couriers pistol. He rushed the soldier and knocked them to the ground. All right asshole, let's see who you are... He thought as he pulled off the soldier's helmet. Eric was surprised to see a woman's face for some reason, he has been forced to defend himself from them before yet... he felt odd.

"The fuck are you so shocked about? Never seen a girl who could handle themselves?" She said. The girl had a blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail and a very kind looking face without a single blemish, her skin was pale and had vibrant blue eyes. She had a soft looking nose, as if it was made of cotton. Eric was mesmerized by her beauty, the soldier took advantage of that. She quickly flipped Eric over and aimed a Laser Pistol at him.

"Make one move and I'm burning a hole through your head." She stated calmly.

"You... are a... fucking... bitch..." The Courier said while trying to make a makeshift cast for his arm.

"Oh quit bitching, don't you remember me?" She snapped. The Courier hesitated for a few seconds before realizing that he knew her voice.

"V-Veronica? But your hair... your whole fucking face!" The Courier said in alarm.

"It's amazing what some plastic surgery from the Big Empty can do, I found your weird Transponder thing and used it. But the second we go back I'm getting my old face and hair back."

"Wait a sec, who the fuck is this? She just fucking broke your arm, and you almost FUCKING KILLED HER WITH A BULLET TO THE BRAIN." Eric announced loudly.

"Shut the fuck up" The Courier ordered, "Why are you with these guys anyways Veronica? Aren't you with the Brotherhood?"

"Well I heard you were going to deliver a package to the Lone Wanderer, so I kinda killed one of their soldiers and took their identity..." She explained.

"I knew she wasn't Enclave I felt it in my gut! Which chapter?" Eric asked.

"Mojave, I heard about your involvement with Lyons's chapter so I knew about the Enclave. But now we have to get the hell outta here!" Veronica exclaimed as she pulled out the Courier's Transportalponder.

"Do you think it'll work?" asked the Courier.

"I hope..."

"WAIT! I need Fawkes and Dogmeat I'm not leaving here without them!" Eric declared with worry. Just as sudden as he was convenient Fawkes burst into the bar below them and began attacking the Enclave below them.

"WHERE IS ERIC?! TELL ME OR I'LL RIP YOU TO SHREDS!" He demanded.

"Take him down! Take him down! Take hi- *choking noises* " Fawkes grabbed the man who seemed to be giving the orders and began to strangle the life out of him. He was grasping him so hard that he crushed his neck and ripped his head off.

"RAAAAAAHHHHAAHAA!" Fawkes began to go berserk with rage. He grabbed one soldier and ripped him in half, using their dead body as a club he began to pummel the other soldiers to death.

"OH MY GOD!" Cried one of the soldiers. Fawkes kicked him and stomped on his head. The soldier's head squished into a slushy of red/white paste with bits of black steel from the helmet. The remaining soldier got out of shock and began to open fire on Fawkes. The plasma burning his flesh as he screamed in pain. Dogmeat came rushing into the bar as if on cue and tackled the man. Fawkes used the Husky's help to rip his chest open and rip his intestines out in front of everyone who wasn't executed yet.

"Holy shit! Fawkes calm down! I'm right here! STOP KILLING PEOPLE!" Eric screamed. Fawkes plopped down on the floor and began to calm down.

"Eric... where did... you go?" He panted.

"I had to deal with some private stuff, I guess I should've told you where I was going... sorry..." Eric apologized.

"It is fine Eric... But a warning... would be nice." Fawkes replied. Eric lead Fawkes and Dogmeat upstairs and introduced them to Veronica and the Courier.

"Guys, this is Fawkes. I met him while trying to find a G.E.C.K in Vault 87."

"It is a pleasure to meet you." Fawkes told them.

"Likewise." Veronica replied.

"Uh, hi." The Courier said awkwardly.

"What you haven't met an intelligent Supermutant?" Eric asked.

"No, I have... It's just... he looks so different than the ones from the Midwest."

"How so?"

"I'll explain at Big MT."

"Whatever you say dude." Eric said. And with that Veronica activated the Transportalponder and whisked them away to Big MT.