~Butch POV~

Goddamn this fucking hardass bed! It was like sleeping on a rock! But I had been sleepless for days on end because of this feeling in my chest that I had felt when Cait saved my ma from those Radroaches. The thought of them just made my skin crawl. I remembered when I was young and I would pick on Cait constantly in school. She usually didn't say anything because she was shy and I knew she was my perfect target except for Amata, I really just pissed her off to piss her dad to no end. I never did have feelings for Cait, ever, in our life in the Vault and to be perfectly honest, she was not all that attractive. She was an average looking girl with dark brown hair and pale skin. She enjoyed her skin in a soft ivory but to me it was fuckin' disgusting! Pale as a ghost, thought her old man wasn't taking care of her. When she finally turned eighteen her hair finally turned nice and straight but not necessarily long and had the right amount of shine. By then I noticed her a bit but I still thought of her the same way, you know not fuck worthy. Plus I did enough of that with Susie Mack but she was goddamn annoying and I decided to not even try to be in a relationship with her after Cait's big adventure in the outside shitty Wasteland. That day changed the way I thought about her forever but I couldn't let anyone know, or they would think I'm a pussy for choosing such low expectations for me. She never even hesitated saving my mom even knowing her reputation and worst of all mine. When I saw my mom alive, I saw the terrified expression Cait's face as she thought I was going to taunt her or fuck with her or somethin'. But instead I gave her reward, my Tunnel Snakes jacket, the one she wore when I saw her again on this shitty boat. It took me forever to find Cait and from the last I heard she was in a place called Rivet City so I decided to follow a trader that carried big jugs of water on this fucked up looking cow with two heads. I barely made it there alive and the caravan decided to give me a free healing due to the fact I protected them. I don't know what has happened to me, my personality has changed and I can't sleep at night unless I think of her. Not like me fucking her or in a nice sexy bra, but just her with her clothes on with a bright smile on her face when she saw me. I decided to go up the stairs to the Flight Deck as they called it for fresh air so I could maybe get her off my mind. But it was like an addiction to her everything and it drove me goddamn insane! When I made it up to the flight deck I looked at the shitty city of D.C. that was a fuckin' mess. I heard footsteps coming near me when I turned to see to my coincidental surprise that Cait was outside as well drinking a Nuka-Cola. One of the only things I knew about Cait was that she had a strong desire of Nuka-Cola whenever she was thirsty, no matter what. I decided to go nearer and she turned around pointing a gun at my face. These Wastelands sure did change her from shy, smarty, goody two shoes to an aggressive and outspoken person. But she was still a goody two shoes. She lowered her gun when I lifted my hands in defeat (somethin' I would never let her get away with in the Vault) and her eyes soften. She placed it on her hip and sighed. God that sigh turned me on more than anything, it was just so sweet, so pure.

"What are you doing out her Butch, it's the middle of the night." She said that as if she were my mother. I rolled my eyes and exhaled dramatically.

"Well I'm sorry I didn't know I had a curfew in this place."

Cait looked down at the ship's floor and looked out into the horizon where the ruins of the Jefferson Memorial were at.

"What's wrong Caitlan?" I kind of stopped myself there. I had never said her full first name before to her and I found it oddly a lot better than what I used to say like Nosebleed or Cait. I think she noticed it too when her eyes popped open.

"You called me Caitlan, why?" Goddamn these questions she asks me!

"Just a slip of the tongue, Caitlan." She smirked at my remark but her face turned back to it's sad expression.

"It's been almost a year since…that day." She said softly with a crack in her voice.

"What happened?"

"When my father left I looked everywhere for him and constantly asked questions on where he might've gone. I finally found out he wanted to make my mother proud and give fresh water to the wasteland for everyone to drink. However when we were restoring the site the Enclave bastards decided to interfere with our experiment, but my dad wouldn't allow that. He locked himself with the Enclave soldiers in the purifying chamber and…" I heard Caitlan stop speaking and saw the tears stream down her face taking away the dirt and grime with them. I wanted to brush the tears away but just couldn't, it would make my feelings toward her obvious.

"He flooded the room with radiation at a lethal level and… he died." Caitlan hiccupped. I couldn't help it so I cupped her face and brushed the tears from her cheeks. Caitlan stared at me with eyes of disbelief; I knew what she was thinking. Instantly her lower lip trembled and jumped into my into my chest catching me off guard. Slowly I wrapped my arms around and cradled her closing my eyes in happiness.

"Butch, you smell like cigarettes." Caitlan said. And there went the moment, always knew she was a party pooper.

"Well I smoke them what do you expect?"

"That's a disgusting habit though, it can kill you." I rolled my eyes. I always knew she hated smoking but I didn't know she found it unattractive. Note to self: quit smoking. Caitlan was silent for a while and I thought she needed a little privacy but I was caught off guard when held my hand with her delicate fingers.

"Please stay." Her eyes glittered in the starlight. I decided to tease her for a bit.

"Well if you wanted to be with the Butch-man all you had to do was ask." I smirked and chuckled. I saw that her face was serious and not angry or happy. I walked with her for a while in the night since we both couldn't sleep. She told me on every hardship she faced in order to save her dad and the tragedy she faced. For some reason I hung on every word she spoke and kept myself from saying snide comments. We sat on the flight deck while we watched the sky. Caitlan finally drifted into a sleepy mode and rested her head on my shoulder. Laid my head with hers and grasped her tiny hand, slowly getting sleepy as well. I don't know why but today, I slept the best I ever felt in a year.

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