"It's a beaut'," Nate commented, nodding his head as he and Olivia both stood back from the power armor they were studying, arms crossed. "What are you doing with it?"

The armor that they were staring at was a practically brand new suit of X-01 power armor. Olivia had been working on it for months now, before the war she used to build and repair the suits, she always had a love for machines and technology. At the time, she was one of the few that could come up with feasible designs for enhancements.

This particular suit was entirely decked out in all sorts of useful features including a jetpack, a filter that turned rads into a gas to encourage faster healing – though she had to admit that Sturges helped out a ton for that one, it had a head lamp, and some pretty amazing temperature control. The suit was Olivia's pride and joy, it was her baby.

She mulled over his question before finally answering. "I'm going to give it to Danse."

"Really?" Nates eyebrows shot up. He couldn't help but be surprised, she wasn't usually one to give gifts and this was a huge gift.

"Yeah, I mean it isn't like I'll ever use it." Olivia shrugged, she had always been too scared to step foot into one of the suits. Her old co-workers always laughed at about it. 'If you make the damned things and still won't even use them, why would anyone else.'

If she had kept it then it would just sit there and rust – which was the absolute last thing she wanted to happen to it- but she also felt bad for Danse. Ever since he left the Brotherhood he'd been using a suit that was just a bunch of pieces of badly damaged and rusted out raider armor, the poor guy was practically holding his suit together with duct tape. She was impressed that he continued to manage to be intimidating while wearing the piece of junk.

"I guess if you want it to be used, Danse is the best person to give it to." Nate chuckled.

"Well," She smiled, still admiring her armor-child. "he practically lives in the damn things. I trust he'll take good enough care of it."

"And if it breaks?"

"I'll kill him." She shrugged. She didn't mean it of course, but if something broke she would most definitely have some very stern words for him. She was confident she'd be able to fix any part of it though, machines were what she was good at after all.

Later that night nearly everyone was sitting around the cooking station, boiling some cobs of corn and roasting a large piece of brahmin meat. Dinner was nearly ready and Olivia was starving, her stomach made that clear to anybody who was sitting near her.

Sturges laughed. "Hey, Preston!" He called out, Preston looked over from his seat. Preston was the one who was in charge of cooking the meat. "You might want to hurry it up or Oli here might just starve to death."

She reached over and slapped his arm, shooting him a playful glare. "Gee, Sturges, thank you."

"Any time Oli." He grinned before standing up and walking over to grab some food. Olivia followed suit and while she was waiting in line she noticed that Danse was nowhere to be seen.

"Two plates please, Preston." She watched as Preston served two plates of food and handed them to her.

"Didn't know you were that hungry." He joked as she walked away, a few people laughed.

Then, she embarked on her quest to find the man who never seemed to want to take care of himself. She walked halfway around Sanctuary before finding him in Rosa's old house.

Danse was sitting on a chair, hunched over his barely-there power armor. He was working on duct taping it all together and his hands had rust and cuts all over them. The sight made Olivia feel a small amount of pity for him.

He tried so hard to keep the image he had before, but his self-esteem was damaged. He thought so little of himself, and now he had to use a piece of crap. His armor was a huge part of him – literally and figuratively – and the armor he was being forced to use probably reflected the way he thinks about himself.

"Hey," She walked into the house and sat across from him, laying the plates of food on the table that sat between their chairs. "Aren't you hungry?"

He looked up from what he was doing. "Not really." He didn't look happy. Olivias eyes went back down to his hands and she noticed they were smeared with more blood than she originally thought.

She stood up and walked over to him, then she took the piece of scrap metal that used to be the right arm of a power armor out of his hands and put it on the table. "Danse, I have a gift for you, but you have to promise to take care of yourself before I'll let you have it." He raised an eyebrow as she grabbed his wrists.

"But first, let me clean up those cuts."

"Do not worry about them, they aren't worth your time." He stood up and Olivia sighed. She walked to the kitchen of the house and pulled a bottle of purified water out of the cupboard along with a semi-clean cloth.

She walked back to him and soaked the cloth in water then gently cleaned the rust and blood off of his hands. His wounds weren't bad enough to bother using a stimpack, but they did probably sting quite a bit. It didn't take her long to clean his hands off, and they both stood in silence until she was finished.

"Now eat and I'll get you that gift, okay?"

".. Alright." He sat at the table again and she took her seat back. They both ate, not talking much. They made a few comments about the weather, how well the crops are coming in, and other generic small talk topics.

Once they finished, Olivia lead Danse to her power armor stand. He had of course seen the armor before, but he never gave it a second thought. She started by explaining all the features it had in it, he seemed interested as he inspected the suit.

"It is a very nice suit," He nodded. "I'm sure Proctor Ingram would love to talk to you about it." He had a sad smile on his face. "You've done a good job."

Olivia frowned at his mention of the Brotherhood, but shot him a small smile. "I'm glad you like it," She paused for a second and shuffled her feet. "I mean, it's yours so it would really suck if you didn't like it."

His eyes shot up to meet hers and she shrugged. "I can't-"

"You can and you will," Her arms crossed. "There's no way I'm letting you tear your hands apart trying to repair that piece of junk you've been using.. Besides, this one suits you much better," She paused and neither of them spoke for a minute, Danse was looking between her and the suit. "I'll never use it anyways."

"I don't know what to say." He said, his voice holding a small amount of emotion as he walked over to where she was standing, the two of them looking at the suit before he turned to her.

He reached over and placed a hand on the back of her neck gently, he looked her in the eye and smiled. "Thank you, Olivia."

All she could do was smile back at him, enjoying the moment.


A/N:

Thank you everyone who's read this! I'd like to ask anyone who has any criticism or comments, suggestions to make these better or any thoughts at all to leave a review or message me. I'd appreciate it greatly! These are just for practice as I haven't written in a long time and I'm trying to improve :)

I tried to write a longer one, I think this may be my favourite.