AN: This is my first Fanfic ever, of all time. It may be good it may be bad, so reviews are appreciated.
Disclaimer: I do not own nor will I ever own the Fallout series. That's Bethesda's job not mine.
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After what felt like a few hours of "questioning," Six was finally preparing to leave Doc's house and find out what happened to him. As he followed Doc to the entrance of the house the Doc picked up a duffel bag filled to the brim with weapons, armor, and medical supplies.
"This bag is full of the things that was on you when you were dragged in by that lady and securitron, damn thing still got your blood on it." Doc said with a look of disgust about the last part.
Six took a seat and opened the duffel bag and emptied the contents on the floor in front of his chair. Inside was battle scarred, standard combat armor, a dark trench coat dotted with bullet holes, a black desperado hat, a custom .44 Revolver with an improved grip and glowing sights, a couple or rounds of .44 ammo, some Stimpacks, and Rad-Away. He got up and slid the combat armor on and fit the trench coat over the armor, it seemed to fit perfectly together. He put the revolver inside the trench coats built in holster, and slid the rounds, Stimpacks, and Rad-Away in the coats pockets.
"All set?" Asked Doc Mitchell, as he looked at him with a mixture of pride and awe. "I think I do a good job in patching up people who can pull of that look." He finished with a wink. Six just smiled and nodded his head in thanks, then put on the desperado hat to complete his badass getup.
"Also, I think you should have this," Doc said as he held up a strange looking device. "This device here's a Pip-Boy, I grew up in one of them Vaults and then moved here after a while, ain't got no use for it now, just sits in my closet and collects dust." He handed the device to Six and he looked at it in surprise. Pip-Boys are priceless relics of the Pre-War era, only few individuals carried around Pip-Boys, other than Vault Dwellers.
Six strapped the device on and looked at it on his wrist, 'It looks like it belongs there.' He thought with a smile, then moved to turn the Pip-Boy on.
"Now before you turn it on…" Doc's words were cut short when Six pressed the on button. Six felt a small prick in his wrist under his Pip-Boy and felt a sharp sting all over his body. He tensed as it felt like someone hit him with an electrified baton or a Pre-War Taser. He buckled to his knees and held his head, the sting, along with the bullet wound, hurt his head the most and it felt like he was going to black out. But as fast as it hit him, it stopped, and he looked down at his Pip-Boy and saw it was done initializing. He shot the Doc a questioning glare through haggard breaths. The good doctor immediately looked guilty and apologized.
"I'm sorry, I should have remembered that would happen. You see, what just happened was the Pip-Boy linking up with your bloodstream to monitor your heartbeat, and thus your vitals. The sharp stinging you felt was the Pip-Boy also linking up with your nervous system. This allows you to use the V.A.T.S, or the Vault-tec Assisted Targeting System. V.A.T.S. is a unique system that gives your brain more energy, making the world seem slow but, in reality, your brain processes information at a faster rate than before. In order for it to work, hit that green button with the target on it and it should work."
Six blinked, then looked shook his head to clear his thoughts and continued tinkering with his new "toy." He supposed that when he was in a life-threatening situation, he would use this system to his advantage, also as a surprise. He lifted his arm p and placed it on the good doctor's shoulder and gave him a squeeze of thanks. As he turned toward the door, Doc called his name.
"Before you leave, you might want to see that lady and the robot and see who done this to you, I'm not one to advocate revenge, but since you survived getting shot in the head and neck, I just thought you might want to even the score, since you'll never speak again." He said rather bluntly and Six winced. Doc seemed to pick up on this and apologized for being rude.
"Although, there might be someone who could fix the talking problem you have, just look for a man named Doctor Henry, I don't know where he is, but I heard he deals with the brain and other fancy mumbo jumbo. Might be able to get you a voice modulator." He said curiously, as if he didn't know what Henry was capable of.
"Well off you go, come back if your head starts hurting… Hold on one sec, seems I forgot to give you your medication." He said as he walked off in a hurry. 'Medication?' He thought worriedly as he heard the Doc humming a tune from the other room. After five minutes or so, the doctor came back with a doctor's bag. He plopped it on the table and opened it, inside was a neat row of Med-X.
"Take half a dose of Med-X every day, no more no less, it will not get you addicted and will be just enough to mask the pain of the migraines you will receive periodically." He said in a professional tone.
Six just sighed, 'Great, I'm on pain medication for the rest of my life, at least it didn't cost me caps.' He shook Doc's hand and headed out into the wastes, only to be blinded by the sun.
When his vision returned to normal, he took a syringe of Med-X and injected half a dose into his thigh where his artery is. After a minute or so, he felt better and the throbbing in his head clear. As he pocketed the syringe, he looked up and saw a robot with a dried patch of blood on his shoulder plate. 'must be the robot who dragged me in to Doc.' He walked up the robot casually and raised his hand in greeting. The robot must have noticed and rolled over to him, a friendly cowboy on his monitor in his chest.
"Howdy Partner, might I say you look fit as a fiddle today." He said in a cheerful, old-western accent, "I'm Victor, a pleasure to meet you when you are conscious."
Six eyes widened as it was going to be hard to ask or talk to anyone other than a pen or pencil and a piece of paper. 'It's going to be a long day.'
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Six walked off in an obviously annoyed pace, he huffed to himself and recalled what Victor told him: he was shot and left for dead and was found with a woman over his body. He was slightly interested in why there was a woman over his body when Victor found him. 'Is she my sister, wife, girlfriend, good friend?' The list went on forever, but he needed to see her, and Victor said she was last seen in the saloon.
Six mentally sighed and checked his trench coat for caps, he found a small pouch with that familiar jingle jangle of caps clinking together. By the weight, he figured there must've been at least 50 caps in the pouch. 'It'll have to do.'
As he opened to door to the saloon after talking to the nice old man sitting outside, he heard what must have been arguing, as he rounded the corner, he saw a man in a NCRCF outfit and realized he was a Powder Ganger. The man was threatening a lady, who he figured was the saloon owner, about getting a man or burning the town down if they don't get him.
Six watched in disgust and wrinkled his face, he pulled out his revolver and loaded two shells into two of the six chambers, just in case it got messy.
"I don't know who you are talking about, but if you aren't here to buy, then leave." She said with a hint of annoyance. The man snarled and stepped back, then did something he shouldn't have. He punched the lady in the face, hard enough to knock someone out if they were not expecting it. As the lady fell, Six just stared, not believing what had just happened. After the initial shock wore of he raised his revolver and pulled back the hammer in an audible click.
"What the Hell…" was all the man could say before his face filled with fear as he saw the barrel of the revolver in his face. Six made a tsking noise and pulled the trigger.
BANG
Six smirked a little as the man fell to the floor with a large hole in between the eyes. 'No way he's getting up after that.' He joked in his head. His attention then turned to the lady on the floor, who was being helped up by another woman. Six just nodded to the two and sat down at the barstool and went on inspecting his revolver. He took out the discarded shell and tossed it on the man's corpse, he looked at the barrel of the custom revolver. He noticed a word engraved on the side of it: Hope. Then he noticed the woman who helped up the saloon owner sat down next to him and looked at him suspiciously.
"Well you sure know how to make an entrance." She said with a small chuckle, "I'm Jaiden, the one who found your sorry ass on death's door. Welcome back to the land of the living."
