A/N: Hey allz, Angel-sama back again with a new update and I'm going to be trying something new and I really hope you guys don't hate me for it...I'm gonna be writing sections in Little Voice's POV. So what I mean by this is that Little Voice is taking control of Lilith's body so on the outside she's the same but mentally, it's Little Voice. I'll only be doing it for this chapter until I get a negative or positive response from you awesome peeps. So please, any who read this, give you opinion on the body swap thing. Also, I want to recommend Wolfboywarrior's fic 'Wasteland Ghost'. It has become another on of my personal addictions! So enjoy and feedback please!

Little Voice's Return

'Wake up,' a voice breaks through the fog in my mind, 'Awe come on Big Voice, you can't tell me your giving up now.'

'Ha, if you're mad at me now you should've heard me thinking about killing myself…' I think back. Even the voices in my head think I'm useless.

'No, you're only useless when you're like this, so I hope you don't mind, but Little Voice is taking over.' With that, I felt my body slowly shift and move though I know that it wasn't me moving it. My body, our body, was standing eyes open a dull throb of pain everywhere. My consciousness was pushed back until I was nothing more than a voice in my own head except for I wasn't me anymore. Is that even possible?

(LITTLE VOICE POV)

Damn, I can't believe Lilith actually let the psychopath do this bad a number on our body. I groan with pain as I bend, twist and stretch –her? Our? - My body out. I try to fix the tatters of my Vault suit to no avail. Goddammit, I hope there's a spare set of clothes in one of these damn boxes. I take off the last remains of that bloody rope that tied me and through it to the side. I scoot off the bed careful not to get any more blood on me then there already is.

Sick fuck. I think to myself as I knee in front of the footlocker and pull a bobby pin from my pocket. Thank God Jonas taught her how to pick a lock before that mental prick killed him. I slid the bobby pin into the lock and unlock it to find a spare set of clothes and a clip for a .32. I move those out to the side of the box and squeal with delight at the assault rifle I find lying at the bottom with 2 clips of .556 ammo and a brand new combat knife.

"Fuck. Yes. That psycho-prick did at least one thing right," I say to no one in particular. I think I just may have to pay Johnny a little visit. Show him just how much fun I can be when I really wanna play. A blood thirst smile crosses my lips as I strip from my soiled clothes and clean the blood off that I can. I quickly redress in the settler clothes and feel a little more human.

Funny considering I never really was.

I grab the extra supplies I can find and stuff them in my loaned pack. Grabbing the bottles of whiskey, I un stopper one and take a drink before dousing the mattress in the remaining liquid and lighting it on fire.

"I'm going to make you pay you miserable son of a bitch. Fuck with Lilith, and you die," the flames dance in my eyes as I stand there and watch it burn before turning on my heel and walking away from it. From dust you came, and to dust you shall return. I'll make fucking sure of that.

I turn from the burning mattress and check the Pip-Boy to see how far I am from that stupid grocery store. Once again, I fail to see how Lilith could get us into this mess.

'Lilith are you awake in there?' I call into our shared mind and receive no response. Huh, I guess this is how she must've felt when I was gone. A wave of guilt washes over me. I kinda start to regret not being there for her while she was going through that…but I'm going to make it up to her by finishing this mission and killing Johnny.

'Do you think Tex would be mad at us for killing his partner?' Lilith's voice drifts through my mind like a whisper and I almost scream from having someone in my head. I hear Lilith chuckle lightly in the recesses of my mind, still weak.

'Honestly, I couldn't fucking careless. He raped us so as far as I am concerned, Johnny is gonna fucking die, mkay? Mkay.' I close out of the map on my Pip-Boy and start walking the last half mile to SuperDuper Mart to finish this crap for that damn loon.

Every step I take sends a new shiver of pain through my body and the only thing keeping me from turning back right now is the slim hope that I can find Johnny out here and pay him back. That and how many Raiders I get to kill before going back to Megaton.

"I just love the morning," I smile to myself as I scope out the landscape to see a black mass charging me. "What in the hell is that?" I whisper as I crouch behind a bush and take my aim at it. From here, it looks like a giant rat. It's fucking ugly. As it gets closer it stands up on its hind legs and sniffs the air. I fire three shots in rapid succession into its head and it crumbles to its, blood and brain matter running from the bullet wounds.

"Ooh, pretty blood," I stand up from my crouch and re-holster my gun. Walking towards it, I can see how big it really is. "You're really fugly you know that?" I ask the corpse as I kneel by it and start to cut off chunks of meat from it. The blood pooling around its head catches my attention again. I reach out my hand, already stained, and dip two fingers in it. It's still warm to the touch and I can smell the metallic tinge it has from here. I pull my hand away from the puddle and wipe two lines on my right cheek. I repeat dipping two fingers in the blood and wipe it on my left cheek making war paint.

I stare at my hand, red streaming down my arm, drying and turning to a rust color. I turn my head to the side and stick out my tongue, licking the blood from my arm. The taste of metal dances on my tastes buds as I hum contently. 'That ain't half bad…' I think to myself as I finish cutting off a few more chunks of rat meat.

And now we have some food, awesome. Maybe I should just go back to Moira now and give her this and tell her that I didn't find anything in that stupid grocery store…yep. That's the new plan. Fuck going all the way out there; this is all she gets because I have more important shit to do.

'But Little Voice, I gave Moira my word that I would help her,' protests Lilith.

'Yea, see that's the thing. You did. I, on the other hand, did no such thing and since I'm in control of out body, I get to call the shots so shut the fuck up and deal with it.' My feet start to carry us back in the direction of Megaton.

'How can you do that to her?'

'Why are you getting all defensive now? Weren't one who was pissed at her for almost fucking killing us? Admit it, you can't make it out here without me and after what he did to you, you're broken. You can't survive out here anymore, Lil. You'll end up getting us killed.'

She was quiet and didn't say anything because she knew it was true. I am her and she is me, but I'm a different part of her. I exist for another reason. A reason that no one but us and Amata know about. About what happened when we were twelve down on the reactor level?

(Lilith's POV)

I don't know how it's possible, but my other personality has taken over. She is the reason I've made it this far. I've had her for seven years, and no one ever knew. Yes, I am crazy and I hear voices in my head, but I could never admit it to anyone. But what do you do when you've become the voice in your head? When you're no longer yourself, but a bystander, a stranger in your own body?

I've read a few of Dad's old psychology books and split personality disorders. I never believed it could really happen though, at the time, it all seemed like science fiction, just another story to tell young children to entertain, but when you live with it and she takes you over what are you supposed to do? Maybe in the old world there may have been a cure, but here and now it's fight back or lose yourself.

The only reason she's here is because of those worthless Tunnel Snakes…

A/N:So, yea. Not my best work, but feedback is desprately needed. i was so harsh on myself with this chappie.