3 Knockout
[Abigail x MacCready]
Abigail found herself wishing that there was a mirror in the back room of the truck stop as she pulled on the sparkling red dress that she found in the abandoned subway. Her now longer brown hair was tied back in a bun. She never got to wear anything nice anymore, so she had been so excited to get back and put the dress on. She was even more excited to model it for MacCready. She walked out to the main area of the truck stop where Nick Valentine was sitting at the counter, on one of the stools.
"Jeez, kid. What's with the getup?" he asked upon seeing her walk out from the back room.
"Oh, this?" she said, smiling, "I found it in the abandoned subway. How does it look?"
"It looks like you should be singing down at The Third Rail or sipping cocktails with the snobs up at The Colonial Taphouse. It sure doesn't look like you, that's for sure." Nick said. Abby wasn't sure whether Nick's comment was a compliment or a jab.
"Thank… you?" Abby said in a questioning tone of voice. Nick sighed.
"You look good, kid. I just think you don't need to get all dazzled up. You're fine just being you. If MacCready doesn't like you how you are, then he's an idiot." Nick said.
"What? Who said anything about MacCready? I didn't." Abigail said. Nick chuckled. He was smiling now.
"I'm a detective, remember?" he said.
"Oh yeah." she said quietly, her cheeks flushing slightly red.
"You look great, kiddo." Nick said.
"Thanks, Nick." Abby said. She began walking, passing Cait coming through the doorway. Cait was one of Abigail's best friends. (aside from her loyal dog, Dogmeat, of course)
"Well, holy shite. What do we have here?" Cait said, grinning at her friend, "I hope yer not goin' te' see MacCready, are ye'? He might actually pass out if he sees you like that." Abby could hear the slight hint of laughter in Cait's voice as she said it. Abbie just smiled and shook her head as she continued walking. She could see Deacon standing outside, and she approached him to ask if he'd seen MacCready.
"Woah. Would you look at this." Deacon said when he caught sight of her. He looked her up and down a few times.
"You look great." he said.
"Thanks." Abigail said. She hated talking to Deacon about MacCready. MacCready wasn't Deacon's favorite person to start with seeing as how he was a gun for hire. It also seemed that Deacon was somewhat jealous of MacCready's closeness with Abby. She and Deacon had sort of a brother and sister relationship, and Deacon was seemingly somewhat jealous of MacCready for the fact that he was her lover. Abby was also reasonably sure that Deacon had a small crush on her.
"Um… Deacon, do you know where MacCready is?" Abigail asked. Deacon scoffed. MacCready. Of course MacCready would be the reason she was dressed up so nice. He should have seen that one coming.
"Yeah, he's over there smoking one of his cigarettes." Deacon said, gesturing towards the road. There, as Deacon said, stood MacCready, near the road smoking a cigarette.
"Thanks, Deacon." Abby said. She heard him mumble something about MacCready as she walked away, but low enough that she couldn't hear what. She walked up behind MacCready as carefully and quietly as she could manage with her heels clicking on the pavement, and playfully tapped him on the shoulder.
"Hey, Robert." she said, in the sexiest voice possible.
"Hey, Abby, what…?" he said, stopping mid-sentence when he turned around to look at her. When he saw her, he almost choked on his cigarette.
"Abby… you… uh…" he stumbled over his words, his cheeks almost as red as Abigail's dress.
"Well?" she said, twirling around once as if modeling the dress.
"You look amazing." MacCready finally managed to say.
"Why, thank you." Abigail said, smiling at him. MacCready smiled, moving closer to her as he placed his hands on her shoulders.
"You look… so amazing." he said, looking her straight in the eyes. As the two of them leaned in for a kiss, they heard gunshots from around the side of the building.
"What the…?" Abigail said. They looked in the direction of the noise to see that their companions were shooting at something. At a second glance, they could see a small group of supermutants coming from over the hill.
"You've got to be kidding me." Abigail said.
"I don't think they are. Supermutants don't have much of a sense of humor." MacCready said. He grabbed his rifle and Abigail her pistol, and they began shooting at the supermutants.
"Stay behind me, Abby." MacCready said. She wasn't exactly dressed for fighting, and he didn't want her getting hurt. All of a sudden, there was a huge explosion in the middle of the lot.
"Suiciders, too?" Abby said.
"Looks like it." MacCready said. Finally, they finished off the last of the Supermutants, things were finally calm again.
"What the hell?" Abbie said as everyone put down their weapons.
"We've never been attacked here before." Piper said.
"We'll need to be careful from now on." Preston said.
"Agreed." Piper said. Within a few minutes, everyone returned to what they had been doing before the attack.
"Those supermutants really no how to kill the moment, huh?" MacCready said.
"Yeah." Abby said, laughing.
"Not completely." MacCready said, grinning. He picked Abby up bridal style.
"Robert, what are you doing?" she asked.
"Taking you somewhere where I get you out of that dress." MacCready said. Abigail smiled, a slight flush coming over her cheeks.
"Well, okay then." she said, wrapping an arm around his neck. He smiled as he carried her off to the small wooden shack they had built beside the truckstop. He put her gently down on the bed. He leaned over her, taking in the beautiful sight before him, and she smiled up at him.
"Abby, I love you so much. You know that?" he said.
"Yes, Rob. I believe I do. You tell me that all the time." Abby said. She had an even bigger smile on her face now.
"I don't think you do. I don't think you get just how much. Let me show you." he said, kissing her lips. And, true to his word, he did show her. They ended up making passionate love there on the bed, and staying in bed the rest of the day.