Authors Notes: This is a short post, I have been writing for Falloutkinkmeme, so I have been spending a lot of time there and my hubby hasn't really been helping me edit my post :P So I hope that Spelling and grammar is not unreadable. This is where the story starts to turn for me, where I try to make it less of a love story and get more into her past.

Warning: Once again I don't own Fallout!

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The silence seemed to get on Six's nerves, so she found herself talking about random things. They didn't talk about what happened, but with the way they looked at each other it was obvious they remembered. Six had fun joking with Boone. Although he was not known for being a joker, he loved seeing her laugh. She would sometimes stop and ask Boone questions about the animals around them, and every night she would make him stay up to have him watch the sunset with her. The Waste was not a beautiful place, but for this naive courier, it was like it was all new. If the night was clear, Boone and Six would sleep outside. She would talk about how the stars sometimes make shapes. Every night, Boone would wrap his arms around her until she fell asleep. He enjoyed the feeling of her heart beat and in turn she enjoyed his warmth. It was something they both needed at night: Six had night terrors which seemed to calm down with Boone's embrace; in his mind Carla was still alive.

They stopped when they saw an NCR flag and when they saw the 188 Trading Post, Six wanted to make friends. Six made a effort to stop and help anyone who asked for it, and with her own NCR first recon sniper, she was more inclined to help any soldier. They traded some of their wares. Six got a shirt that covered her bruise that was healing quick. She also got a cowboy hat and a new pair of sunglasses. Six caught the eye of a woman in a brown hooded robe and a power fist. The ladies chatted away and laughed as Boone stocked up on ammo. Six was much more comfortable with women. She showed off her bruise and scars, along with her odd hair cut. When Boone came back to join them Six, introduced him to her.

"Boone, this is Veronica. She likes to punch things," Six threw her head back for a good laugh, "She is also on the market for some good travel... mind if she tags along?"

Boone did not like the idea of having someone else joining the group, but he was not the one who had the final say. He couldn't complain: he saw Six as Carla and he would do anything for Carla. He could not separate the two. He would get close to Six and then realize it's not Carla and he would move back. He would hold her at night, but he didn't want to do what he did to Six in Boulder city. Boone did not like the idea that he saw Six as Carla, it didn't sit well with him. He was not ready to move on and he was not ready to see Six as a replacement for Carla. It was not simple: he felt for Six, he didn't want to hurt her.

"Sure," Boone didn't sound happy, but there were very little things that made him sound or just made him happy.

"Thanks for taking a chance on a naive young girl from California with stars in her eyes and a pneumatic gauntlet on her hand," Veronica said.

They camped at 188. Since they had a few days to Vegas, it gave them time to relax. Every night, they stared at the stars. Six pointed out shapes to Veronica.

"That's a ladle." Six smiled, "I named it that, since it made me want to have soup." She let out a childish laugh.

"So have you ever heard of the Brotherhood of Steel?" Veronica asked as she ate a box of Fancy Lad's snacks. It sounded fairly random and out of the blue, when she asked that question, but it was not out the ordinary for the two random woman.

"I really don't remember much. I know lots of random facts that I read from pre-war books and I am great at fixing shit... but as far as my past goes, I am new soul," Six said as she bit into an apple.

Boone stayed silent.

"Hmmmm... how can I say it, I am... kind of a member." Veronica made a coy face.

Boone made a sour face, but Six was indulged. "Tell me about them."

"Okay I am hitting the sack," Boone said before anyone could speak.

"Oh silly, don't be rude, you never sleep early," Six teased him.

"No. I knew soldiers that were at Helios One and it was the fault of the Brotherhood that they never made it home to see their families." When he said this, he emphasised 'brotherhood' like it was a dirty word. He went back into the tent in a huff, dismissing the subject.

"He seems social," Veronica said sarcastically. She looked to Six, who looked embarrassed at Boone's rudeness.

"Yup, a great people person," she giggled and mentioned how he acted the first time she met him. They spend the whole night outside, talking and giggling. Boone did his best to ignore the two chatting cats outside of the tent, but Six was right: he didn't sleep early and listening to them talk about the Brotherhood could not let him clear his mind.

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They made their way to Freeside and searched the area. They heard that the only way to get in the Strip was either to pass a cap check or have a passport. They found their way to Mick and Ralph's. Six's sliver tongue got the team a deal on passports, but they had 3 days to wait.

Six and Boone got themselves a room at the Atomic Wrangler. The rooms were so cheap that Veronica rented her own for the night. They spilt the caps and they got themselves some chips. Boone hanged around the bar drinking, Veronica talked to the call girls, and Six played blackjack.

Six got on a winning streak and rounds of drinks was sent her way. Sitting at the blackjack table spinning the chip in her hand, she got a few dirty looks for hitting on a 20, but was glad to get an Ace. Her luck was high, she started with small bets, a chip at a time, but they the end of the strike, she was betting 200 chips a time. She was asked to leave the poker room after she gained 3,000 chips that came out to the same amount in caps. She had more then doubled the chips she started with and she joined Boone at the bar. She was already pretty wasted at this time, so her movements where pretty slushy.

"Hey baby, I'll buy you a drink." Six dropped her pile of chips on the bar and she sat next to Boone, leaning drunkenly against the bar. He didn't look at her. "Don't be a sour puss. It's fun, baby," she elbowed him drunkenly.

"I don't like her." Boone told Six after he downed his drink. It was the first thing he said to her all day.

"She got herself a room to play with a sexy little number, we can have the other room to ourselves." Six put her head on his shoulders, the room seemed to be spinning, but his shoulder helped stable her.

"I am fine with just me and you." It was the first contact they had since their new friend joined their group, the only intimate contact they had. He turned to kiss her head, almost child-like, and they headed up stairs.

Six's head leaned against the door as she fumbled with the key ring, he looked at her wondering if she could make it through the night. She took a deep breath to stable herself and find the right key. It was like her body automatically filtered out the toxic booze in her blood stream. She rubbed her eyes as she opened the door while he got close to her and helped her to the bed.

"You okay?" He looked to her as he sat down next to her, she had her eyes closed. "want to sleep it out?"

Her eyes opened, hazel and almost blood shot, she faced him and got closer to him. "I want... you." She sounded less drunk at that moment, when she pushed her lips on his. He could taste the strong alcohol on her breath, he was amazed that she didn't pass out with the amount of booze in her body. Either she was a great actor who could fake not being drunk or she got over the booze quick. The thought got out of his mind, as the kiss deepened and she laid back for him to enjoy her body.

Six's bruise was almost healed and in the few days they traveled, her rib felt mostly healed. Boone ran his rough fingers gently on her ribs and kissed from her belly bottom up. His wet kisses dried cool on her, which made her breathed heavy as he moved closer to her breasts. He pulled off her shirt and let her hair fall gently on the bed. He put his mouth on hers again and didn't leave her mouth as he began undoing her bra. She loved his warm mouth on hers and the feeling of freedom, when her bra came off.

Six rolled over on top of him. She sat up straight on his hips as she started to grind her hips against the growth in his pants. He looked up, enjoying the view of this lush young woman lusting over him as much as he did her. His lips wanted to taste her again. He gently coaxed her back to bend down so his lips can meet hers. Their lips touched as his hands gripped her hips as she continued to grind his hips. His mind had found silence.

The room had paint chipping from the walls and was worth the 10 caps they paid, but they didn't care about the cheap room: they had their bodies to explore.

"Boone.." she breathed into his ears and he kissed her neck and ran his hand down her spine. Feeling her breath on his ear sent a blood rush to his ears, which made him shiver. His fingers followed the scar that went all the way down her back. Her warm breath on his ears was intoxicating and inviting. He look into her eyes, forehead to forehead, and kissed passionately, their tongues intertwined. When she pulled back for a breath, he kissed down her neck.

"I think... I love you..." She came in to kiss him, but he didn't kiss her back. He was stunned and he froze to thoughts of these words. She stopped and he pulled back. "I am sorry..." She moved off his lap. He became light headed, just thinking about these words. Hearing them made his blood turn cold.

"I need a smoke," Boone got up and left the room to go downstairs.

Boone never was a smoker, but with the lose of his wife, the stress was too much for him. He smoked the first night he went traveling with Six, she thought it was a disgusting habit. They had looted many packs of cigarettes, which they normally traded for food or ammo. He was good at not smoking around her and he smoked less after traveling with her. He never understand what about her, made him feel good and made him feel less stressed. Six sensed to make Boone forget a lot of things and she helped him carry the weight of his stress.

He had to sit down since his head was light and he was starting to feel wheezy, he didn't know what to do with this information. The words that Carla only told him and the words he only told her. It was his fault for doing this with a young naive girl. I should have stayed in Novac, I should have let myself die. He thought, I shouldn't have let her in. I should have just let her go without me. I should just leave. He chased after his wife, he fought for her love, he worked for her, nothing was given so freely. I love Carla. When he calmed down he stood up and went outside.

He remembered the days when he would point a hand gun on himself, place it firmly on his chin and wait for himself to pull the trigger. He never could and with each night he would try, he never fulfilled his death wish. Then Six accidentally found him in the Sniper nest, that night he stared at his hand gun, hoping that it would be the night of this death. When he finally had the guts to pull the trigger, it was empty. Was it fate, was it his unluckiness, or was it a sign? It was Carla's gun. She knew how to shoot a gun-anyone in the wasteland knew how. She left it on her side of the bed. She never put bullets in it, they were in a drawer near her side. He thought that Six would help him lead him to his death, but ever since she knew him, it was just the opposed.

Six was walking out of the room when she saw Boone leave the building, she could not understand why she said that. Stupid child.

She needed a bath to clear her mind. Love? I care about him, I dream about him, I want him. Is that even love? The bath was warm, She was lost in thought and she was unsure if she could trust her feelings. The bullets must have fucked with my mind. I am lucky I can still think. I need to keep my mind on Benny... this is too much for me... this is holding me back. She knew what she needed to do and she needed to do it alone.

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Boone went out for a walk as he smoked his cigarette. The night air was crisp and cloudy. Some men dressed in stripes and slicked back hair look at him. It was a look that he had gotten used to, the look of disgust, and the look he got a lot of from the Novac people. The men had smiles on their faces, but behind them they had knifes ready to strike.

"The Kings don't like NCR scum like you." Said one of the men. Boone only had a pocket knife, but he knew that he might not be about to fight the five king members that surrounded him. This is what I get. The crew closed in on him and started punching and kicking on him. A stab on the side called him to scream. He didn't fight back, he didn't want to. Carla, I am coming home to you. He fell to the ground and began coughing blood. They laughed at him and left him on the street, leaving him with a few kicks in the stomach. It felt like hours that they beat on him. He closed his eyes and waited for death.

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Six found a pre-war dress in the closet of her hotel room. It was a light blue sleeveless dress. She felt classy, she brushed her hair into some fancy style and she hoped for her best. She looked like a daughter in her mother's clothing, something she didn't remember, but something she felt like. The rough cotton of the dress smelled of dust and other woman.

Making her way to Mick and Ralph's, she saw Boone on the Street unconscious but breathing. A rush of terror filled her lungs as she thought that the man she loved was dying. He was tall, strong and heavy, but she was stronger. The on-lookers noticed that her eyes changed color, lighter then the color it was before-bluer. They blamed it on the lack of street lights, but no one was interested in helping her or the NCR. She picked him up. He was heavy on her shoulders. She thought she won't be able to make it, but she soldiered on, having his arm warped over her shoulders and his feet dragging. She made it near the old Mormon fort and fell foreword when they opened the gate.

The Followers of the Apocalypse ran the fort, the Followers were a secular-humanist faction dedicated to fixing the wasteland and the people of it. When Boone woke up, he was surprised to still be alive. Just my luck. He had a mix of drugs in his blood that helped him heal.

"How did I get here?"

"Some Fancy dressed girl used all her energy to get you here." Julie, the doctor, told him.

"Where is she?"

"She came over, got a shot of stimpack, and left without even giving a name." Julie checked his heart beat, The cold metal shocked his chest as she listened to his heart "She did make sure that you would be alright before she left. She gave me a bunch of caps to make sure you get the best care."

"Six, god damn it..." He looked to the doctor, "I need to get her."

"Oh, no you don't, you lost a good amount of blood and had your lungs beaten, along with getting stabbed, it's going to take some time before you get out of here, so you need to rest."

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Six used the caps she won to pay her way into the strip. Victor went her way, but she passed him and ignored him-she had work to do and she kept her mind on it. It was the first thing that she felt sure of. She walk faster to the Tops. She didn't have any weapons, the only weapon she needed was her body. She looked around and saw the checked suit. Her rage, became terror, was she ready for this? She walked his way. Benny's face turned to surprise when he noticed her. the back of her neck felt like it was on fire and her body went numb. She gave the best lustful look she could do. She came over and played with his tie.

"What in god damn.." he couldn't finish his thoughts as she flirted with him.

"Missed me?" She played with his collar and looked at him lustfully, ignoring her tense back muscles.

"Whoa, baby doll, how ya been?" Benny was confused, He shoots her in the head and comes back to make a move, his eyebrows cocked at her. "What you playing at?"

"You ran off after shooting me and I didn't even get your name." She put on her hand on his chest, her finger tips where still numb, an odd feeling.

"What, did those bullets scramble your brains or something?"

"Well, you know us girls like bad boys, and you are down right awful." She pull out her chest trying to expose more cleavage. " I am a courier, remember? Don't you trust me with your package." She got close enough to breath in his ear and he put his hand on the small of her back. She got him.

"Alright honey baby, lets go up to my suite." He put his arm around her hip and they walked up to his room.

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Boone watched as the last of the blood from the blood pack drop into his veins. He was ready to get out of this place and find Six. Dawn just broke outside when Veronica walked into his tent.

"We got trouble." That was the first time Veronica said anything to him.

"You are trouble." He pulled the IV out of his arm and grab a Stimpack on the table next to him. He felt a rush of adrenaline. He needed to move, he didn't want to just stand around. "I need to find Six... I... fucked things up..."

"That is the problem. She left this note at the hotel saying she is going to get Benny," She showed him the letter. "But she left her weapons in the hotel room."

"What!" he grab his trench coat hanging on a side chair. "I need my rifle, I hope you are as good with your fists as you say you are." He pushed past her and made his way to the hotel room. His heart pounded as he thought of all the horrible things that could happen to her.

"There is more." Veronica watched as he packed up his weapons. "I know her, I think, I do." He didn't say anything. "I think I know her, I knew her when she had short hair. It was a few years ago, but I think she might be a part of the Brotherhood." Boone stopped when she said that. "I am not sure, it was 5 years ago back in California." She got closer to him to get his attention "The Brotherhood is not all bad, but if she is who I thinks she is..."

"Then we will deal with it when we find out." Boone cut her off and picked up his gun.