Chapter four, Crazy Crazy love

Megaton looked like a slice of heaven when they finally returned. As soon as she went home, closing the door behind her, she was itching to get out again. But hell, she stretched, ignored the caked blood on her boots. Right. Remember to get her boots cleaned by standing in the middle of the puddle next to the detonated bomb. Those crazy-ass preaching salvational followers of the atom bomb were still hovering around praising the damn thing. Her maintainance robot was so happy to see her return he wanted to spit out ten purified waters instead of five. Waving her hand away, she barked at him irritatedly, "go away! Shut the goddamn door you bag of scrap metal!" He ran off quickly and hid himself in the corner of the kitchen.

Of course she didn't mean to be so sharp with him, but it was the only way to get him to stop pestering her. She told Sydney and the others, barring dogmeat who was lying on the 2nd floor under the chem make-shift lab table to get the hell out and sleep at the Common room or find a bed at Moriarity's. Sydney was dead tired and horny, complained about how there wasn't enough men whores around for her to get some. Even that got her looking at the National Archived woman, "I am surprised at you. I thought you didn't like men."

Sydney placed her hand on her hip, "What? Cause I told you that my baby is my submachine gun here? Well that's true yes, but a girl's got to have some warm body loving too, and nope, no ghouls for me." She shifted her eyes at Charon, "Sorry Charon, you're just not my type."

He grumbled, "No offense taken. I'm not really into any of you humans."

"You're once human too!"

"Obviously I can live forever." He leaned against the lockers and folded his arms, the power armor made him look tall.

"Did I just hear Charon crack a joke?" The wanderer peeked around the corner from her room, "That's a first."

"Being around you two jabbering the whole time while enemies can hear you can be very influential." Okay so his voice was still gravelly and a bit grouchy, but it was hard to tell his expression behind that helmet.

"Shut up!" The wanderer smiled and then laughed, "You have got to be joking. Okay, no sleep, we're all going to Moriarity's and get rip roaring drunk!"

"Hey I'm still horny here. Do you think Leo Stahl or his brother Andy would give me a tussle?" Sydney joked, winking at the wanderer.

"Try Jericho! He's always up for free sex!" the wanderer howled with laughter, "Or if you have a high enough charm, DocChurch looks like he hasn't had any for awhile."

"You are such a bitch sometimes," huffed Sydney, not amused in the slightest, "Hey how about one of those handsome caravan men, you know, that very gentlemanly Crow guy? The one who sells you leather armour and power helmet stuff?"

"He's got a girlfriend! And you'd never guess who his girlfriend is!"

"that female short haired pixie looking caravan guard who looks more like he should be protecting her goods instead of her protecting his goods."

They both laughed, and Charon just harumped and cleared his throat, obviously finding some amusement from the banter of both young women.

"They probably stop at some recluse camp and get it on under the irradiated sky, her screaming, 'Ohhhh Crow, give it to me, give it to me! Give me some power armour for free!"

The lone wanderer rolled her eyes, "Ok, stop, that's enough. Seriously, Sydney, you do need to get laid. And if you really want Leo Stahl, he's easy. All you have to do is tell him about his stupid addiction with mentats and buffout and he's putty in your hands."

"The guy sounds like a winner." Sydney waved her hands away, "Naw, I was joking. I am however interested in Billy Creel."

"He's allright. He's got little Maggie to take care of, so if you play girlfriend to Creel, he might make you his part time momma to Maggie."

"Nope, don't want little brats hanging on my combat boots, no thank you. This woman is child-free and ready to take on any talon mercenary man one on one."

"Those guys are beyond insane. I swear, all they care about are caps. You talk about how merchants want caps, they're different. Now these mercenaries are just immoral fucks. They'd as soon rape you as much as a high ranking raider would. They just keep cleaner than your cracked out wasted raider."

Music came on, playing, I just want to set the world on fire.

Charon went into the kitchen and grabbed himself some mirelurk cakes. The fridge was packed, but no matter how much they put in there, it would hold it no matter what.

"Ohhh shit, I've got a terrible headache…I gotta lie down a bit." the lone wanderer hopped on the bed, facing the ceiling, the back of her hand over her forehead, feeling the wave of her addiction stinging her, minus one constitution. She was going to wait until her chem. Lab finished brewing and then she'll cure herself. The feeling of wanting some more jet was riding over her body and the shakes she was getting was a kind of pestering annoyance. Nothing but another swallow of jet will help but she wanted to save them for later, when she was encountered enemies, not for play like that dumb ass Paulie Cantelli.

Sydney and Charon made their way to Moriarity's for the night and allowed their companion some respite. Dogmeat slept blissfully under the chemistry lab table, never needing to keep his ears or eyes peeled for intruders. He knew this was their safe home, and Sargeant was outside next to Deputy ward, Megaton's securitron, scanning for enemies.

When Crazy Wolfgang came back, it was so late, and he was days late. He had Crow take over for the past week. It was always like this, Crow takes his rounds, then Lucky Harith and then occasionally she'd see the good doctor who sold chems by the handful. She wondered if the good ole' chem. Doc noticed how addicted she was to a few of his goods. She was sure he knew, he's not stupid as he brought more than usual for her. Goddammit all, the fair-haired wanderer cursed beneath her breath, nothing was secret for her and she was kind of revengeful and spiteful about it too, selling him a ton of miscellaneous items. Then rewarding him with a couple of fully repaired weapons he might need when he left Megaton. Talk about double standards, she can't live without the chems and gets angry that he sells it to her at a discounted price.

Her addiction wasn't the only one in Megaton, as Leo Stahl obviously was hiding his from his siblings. She found out by charming the cranky Megaton doc church, he was so easy to charm too. Gave her free stimpaks for nothing and sometimes healed her addictions for nothing. But there were days when he was just so unruly from having to patch up so many wastelanders coming in from the wastes, aside from old man Nathan's rheumatisms and talks of the Enclaves, it brought his mood to a idiosyncratic personage. Still, she stole his medkits behind his back.

As for some noted residents, Jericho bugged her a lot, as he was like that with the young women in Megaton. He spent his caps occasionally at Gobs and liked to give Nova a tumble or two, but he really wanted to give Jenny Stahl a hard time, and when the wanderer came to Megaton, fixing up that bomb he was upset at her goody two shoes personality and at the same time, can't help himself – he liked to look at her a little too much. Jenny usually ignored it and sold him his usual lunch everyday. She claims that Megaton is one of the safest places to live, and that she was tired of people complaining about how awful it is here.

Although, when the wanderer wanted to do something really really bad and did like to do that at times, Jericho liked that a lot but she'd never have him accompany her out in the wastes. She can't trust him, and she'd never trust herself either.

Wolfgang had keys to her Megaton home, and residents and a few wasters already know she was his girlfriend, it was fast becoming common knowledge, thanks for Three dog and his big mouth. Nothing was secret if you told the DJ of the wastes anything.

"Hey," he whispered, touching her damp forehead, had walked in to her room and sat on the bed, caressing her hair, "Back, princess."

"Obviously." She grumbled, her sweat beads dampened her hair, the fair tendrils haloing her face and she felt dirty and grimy not having a bath yet, "can you check if my chemistry lab is ready." She started coughing terribly, held her hands to her stomach and chest.

"Shit, woman, those chems are gonna kill you someday if you don't stop!" His tone was angry, walking to the laboratory to check for her, "If there wasn't enough doctors in the wasteland to cure you, you'd have passed away for sure. I've seen these things happen to wasters out there. They asking for chems from me, and I tell them, I don't sell that crap."

"And you don't own me or tell me what to do!" She yelled at him, being as grumpy as ever, but he came back and held her tight, whispering how he had missed her, being out there out in the wastes, sleeping under the starless night, wishing she was with him instead of his brahmin pack and caravan guard.

"Not warm enough for you?" She said back, wiped her forehead, "Is it ready?" her eyes blinking back the pain.

"Come on, let's get you cured, then we'll have some loving." He grinned.

"No loving tonight, just hold me please." She said, her arms around his waist for support.

"Oh, so, we're just going to lie together with our clothes on." He sounded really disappointed.

"Yes, dumb ass. We are."

"You are the bitchiest bitch I've ever encountered, princess."

"Who are the others?" She eyed him angrily, "Some raider chick got you before me?"

"Don't get jealous, there were a few before you, but nothing so serious." He laughed, hauling her up. They pulled up in front of the chemistry lab and she hurried to detox herself, her perspiration drying up, and her throat felt better already.

"I think I love you, Wolfgang." She said, tears in her eyes, reaching up her hand to his face, his dark hair dusty from the road.

"We should get married then." He said, very seriously.

"Married huh? Who's gonna marry us? No one in this stupid Megaton town marries anyone, and the last remaining couple who are married are old! Nathan and some old lady who keeps asking me if her husband is around, when her wandering husband is just behind her."

"Rivet City has a priest." He said, quietly, "Everyone knows we're together, well, all the caravan guards and traders, even traders out in the waste. Crazy and his vault 101 girl."

"This is awful sudden, and not very romantic." She grumbled, "but hell, i'm not gonna do anyone else besides you, I'm no black widow."

Although she laughed, she was a black widow in many ways, her charm was high enough she could weasel her way out of anything by speech and a little persuasion. Promises of a sexy night to Mister Burke, which never came, and he still sends her those damned love letters. Dumb ass. He was as stupid as some of them, despite his shady cleverness.