AN: Another unimportant AN everyone. Hope everyone is having a good week! So, this is, again, a heads up for something not in THIS chapter, but in a FUTURE chapter. I got Fallout 76, part of the Beta. Really enjoying dicking around stuff. Anyways I was listening to the radio, and this song came on, and MAN IS IT IN THIS FIC. It's this song called "Ain't misbehavin'." My dad is 70 and listens to music from the 30's-40's-50's because he's ancient. Heard the song, thought it fit this fic, and found a way to put it in here. THIS WAS MONTHS AGO and now it's in god dang fallout 76. Hire me Bethesda. Do it. What have you got to lose? Also, if you are playing Fallout 76 on ps4 and want to play together hit me up, I'm happy to play with anyone who is interested, just feel free to PM me or something I'll give you my ps4 name, and we can take down sloths.
Heads up, there is sexual content, NOT VIOLENT SEXUAL CONTENT (finally), but sexual content. Same as always * is when it beings * is when it ends. Enjoy the chapter guys.
MacCready woke up in sweats, breathing heavily. He was still on the couch, but the blanket was tangled at his feet. He sat up rubbing his eyes trying to remember what he was dreaming about.
Someone had been kissing him, and it felt like he was melting into her. He'd grabbed onto her shoulders, pulling her closer. She'd let out a moan as he pulled her to him and he realized the bare feeling of flesh against his chest. Her skin was soft against his, his hands going up to her hair, gripping it in his hand. She let out a laugh against his lips, before wrapping her arms around his neck, her hands playing with the hair on the back on his neck. He shivered at the feeling, his one hand leaving her hair and moving down her soft back, covering as much flesh as it could. Her hands move to his chest, slowly moving down, dragging down his skin. His head felt dizzy, like he was drinking, but he wasn't. A flowery smell came over him as her hands moved further, now making a small gap between them. He wanted to close that so he placed his hand on her lower back, pulling her closer to him. She let out a grunt of approval and he moved his mouth to her neck, finding the tender flesh there.
That's enough.
MacCready turned on the couch, pushing the feelings from the dream out of his head. Don't need to think about that now. He looked down at himself, trying to adjust on the couch. This is what I need, boss walking in on this.
When he was sure he was all good he stood up, going to grab his shirt.
The small grey cat was laying on it, looking up at him. He thought she was looking at him, one eye was, the other seemed to look just past him. Weird cat.
He couldn't remember its name, so he grabbed his shirt and the cat hurried off, stretching and yawning before running away from him to the main room. MacCready grabbed his hat, pulling it over his head. Her hands had been in his hair last night, running through them.
He'd drank too much last night, he stepped out in the main room, looking outside. The sky was blue and two cats laid by the pumps, one licking the other. One was fat and black with a white belly and neck, the other small and orange. He watched the orange cat move, and the big one let out a weird sound biting its neck.
Cat's are weird.
He guessed it was after 8, "Boss?" he shouted. Silence replied, and he looked at the counter. The bowls and empty bottle were gone. Sitting there was an ashtray with a pack of cigarettes and lighter beside it. He grabbed the pack opening it and putting a cigarette in his mouth. In a few seconds, the cigarette was lit, and the smoke washed over him. He sighed happily, enjoying the feeling of smoke inside him. He hadn't heard anything, and slowly he made his way around to where he knew her room was.
Her bed was empty, and the grey cat was laying in a pile of blankets looking up at him. Where did she go? He entered the room, a flowery smell coming over him. A flowery smell?
He looked around the room, having not been able to really look yesterday. Bobble heads sat on the desk, along with a pile of prewar books and magazines. He looked at them seeing words he didn't recognize before setting them down. His eyes moved to the large cabinet pressed behind the bed. Her vault suit sat on one of the shelves, along with some robot figurines.
He then noticed a small collection of paper with writing on it. He reached for it instinctively and started reading, sitting on the bed.
Day 43.
Been out of the vault for over a month now. Been away from the rocket. Sturges got the set of stairs set up as I asked and covered up the side frames. The place feels way more secure now. Going to see him today, ask him about fixing the window. I don't want to board it up, the trees are a nice view. Codsworth took good care of the plants and cats, I'll head over and thank him when I go see Sturges. Met this Merc Nick had suggested. He's a good kid, seems like his life has been hard. It's sad to think about. Going to head out tomorrow and try and find a cure for his son, then he can send it back to his wife. Oh yeah, he'd never told her what happened to Lucy.
STOP FLIRTING was written underneath in large bold letters and underlined aggressively. He felt his ears start to heat up. Were they flirting?
It's nice to travel with him, I like Piper, but it feels like she doesn't always grasp what I've gone through. MacCready, when he looks at me, when he grabs me when I'm crying, I can see that he know's my hurt. He's patient with me and pulls me back on track... some words were crossed out after that and NO was written angrily beside them.
Going to see Nate today, maybe I'll take Mac. See how I feel. I need to tell him...tell him I killed Kellog. Show him what I've become without him. It ended and MacCready looked at the other pages, all marked Day 1, Day 8, Day 14, Day 23, Day 32. He looked at day 1 and felt a sadness hit him. The words were runny, and the page was warped from the tears that had hit it. He could make out the words Nate, Dead, Shaun, my baby, what, help.
He placed the papers back where he found them. He looked around the room some more.
Sitting on the cupboard was one of those flags in a case, its glass broken and the flag stained. Behind it was another case, this one holding a piece of paper. The paper was severely damaged, but he could make out some words. Distinction, Suffolk, law, Annette Summers. Her full name's Annette Summers.
He looked around a bit more, noticing how empty the room was, full of remnants of the past. MacCready stood up when his foot hit something under the bed; he crouched down pulling out a small metal chest. He contemplated opening it before going fuck it.
Inside the small container was a baby book called Your special. They had a copy in little lamplight. A raddle sat in it, along with a small blanket and teddy bear. These are items she is saving for Shaun. Kellog had said something about Shaun being bigger then she remembered, meaning he was older. MacCready wondered if she would change what was in there. He closed the container and pushed it back under, pulling himself up and taking a step back out of her room and into the main area. He started walking towards the door when dogmeat came running up smiling at him and wagging his tail. He looked up, Anne stood there taking her pack off her shoulder.
"Oh, you're awake. Sorry, I wanted to run to Sanctuary and get some stuff. You seemed to be having a good dream, so I didn't want to wake you." she was opening the pack now. MacCready's mind drifted back to the dream.
He had her arms pinned above her head, as he kneeled above her, kissing down her neck. He couldn't remember when they ended up on the floor, but he didn't care. She moaned beneath him, his leg sliding itself between her's. He found her collar bone, kissing his way down. His hands relaxed on her wrists and she came free, her hands going to his hair, digging themselves in. She let out a long moan.
"MacCready?" he shook his head, the dream flying away. He felt the heat crawling down his ears to his cheeks.
"Sorry. Yeah...yeah was a good dream I guess." he shrugged, making his way past her. She's right there.
She held her hand out, a Mutfruit in her hand, he took it, taking a bite, trying to calm down.
She looked past him, "Were you in my room?" he looked up at her.
"Oh, yeah sorry. I was looking for you. I saw your magazines though and started looking at them." he lied. She nodded and looked around.
"I was thinking abut heading to the vault if that's okay with you." he nodded. She'd mentioned that on her note.
"Do you want me to come?" he asked, taking another bite from the mutfruit, juice dripping down his hand. She stood there for a minute just looking at him before nodding.
"Yeah...yeah, I'd like that," she said before pointing at the pack, "There was a trader selling some weapon mods, figured you could show me how to work on my gun? We get the weapons ready and head out tomorrow morning?" she asked, and MacCready nodded.
"Yeah sure, let me just get my stuff we can head to the vault first," he said, walking past her to the garage. He pulled his jackets off he ground, pulling them on quickly before grabbing his binoculars and ammo, strapping them on. He held the mutfruit in his mouth and looked up, Anne leaning in the doorway watching him. He grabbed his rifle placing it over his shoulder and put the mutfruit in his hands.
"What you looking at boss?" he said, taking the final bite from the fruit.
"Just you," she said, turning on her heals and opening the door, dogmeat running out before her.
What does that mean?
He followed her out into the day, watching as she started making her way to the small community up the road. As she walked, he noticed that her shoulders looked slumped, and he saw for the first time the weight that seemed to be on them.
They walked for a while before entering the small town. People wandered around, not seeming to notice the two wanderers entering their town. As he walked with her he noticed most of the houses were in a state of being repaired, with people hammering them. He looked around, noticing one house that no one touched, other than a robot who was in it cleaning. He wanted to ask about it but kept his mouth shut. Figuring if it was important she would tell him. They walked between the houses and up a small hill, where the sign 'FALLOUT SHELTER' welcomed them.
They walked with the radio between them until they made to a small clearing. MacCready looked around for the vault door before seeing the metal in the ground
"Woah," he said stepping onto the metal platform.
"What?" Anne turned to him, confusion in her voice.
"Just never seen a vault with a lift," he said. Anne walked over to a ramp leading over to a small building. She pressed a button, and the platform started blaring.
"Get over here!" he shouted, the lift started to move. She ran over jumping on the platform beside him. He watched the Commonwealth begin to disappear as the lift descended. He looked at Anne who was shutting off the radio and turning on the light. A door shut above them, and he looked at Anne.
"You okay?" he asked, she glanced up at him, the green light of her pipboy now illuminating her face, reflecting off her own green eyes.
"Yeah," she said softly looking back down at her pipboy. He stood there in silence, waiting for the lift to stop.
The light started to hit his feet, and the lift lowered into a small room with stairs. He looked at Anne as the lift landed.
"Let's go," she said softly and walked forward, Dogmeat padding beside her. They made their way through the corridors of the vault, and MacCready had never been in a place as quiet. All he could hear was their footsteps. Even the other vaults he had been in, there had been the noise of animals, mutants, ghouls, or people; here there was nothing.
"This is a pleasant change. I can hear myself think in here," he said softly, looking around the untouched vault. She grunted, continuing to walk in silence. It's weird without the radio.
They were rounding a corner when she looked at him, "Thoughts?" she asked. MacCready stopped for a moment.
"I can't imagine what it was like being locked in here with hundreds of other people...vault-tec got too choose who lived and who died. That's kind of like playing god if you ask me." she let out a low hum and turned to make her way into a small room full of pods. As soon as he entered the room, he noticed that it was so much colder than the rest of the vault. She walked to one and turned, looking in.
MacCready came up beside her, a corpse with a bullet in his forehead. He could see the frozen bits of brain matter behind his head. He looked at the man with tanned skin, dark hair and long face that had burns over his brow. His face was hard, like a man who had spent most of his life angry, but the way Anne looked at him made MacCready know that wasn't the case. He wore a vault suit, just like she had when he first saw her. She moved forward, pressing a button and the door opened. She didn't move, just looking up at the body. Her face didn't look sad, it didn't look angry, she just looked tired.
"Hey, I'm really sorry. We don't have to be here if you don't want to…" she didn't move, just looking at the face, "I...I'll leave you alone." he said softly, turning and patting dogmeat, who looked at MacCready confused.
"Come on boy," he muttered and the dog followed him out of the room. He sat on the other side of the doorway, looking at the clean walls of this vault. He was petting dogmeat when he heard it.
He could hear her sobbing. He turned his head, peaking through the doorframe. She was on the ground, her arms wrapped around her legs and her face buried in her knee's; her body shook. He didn't move just turned his head back, feeling an ache in him.
Let the dam break.
He sat there for a while, thinking back when it had been him. He remembered sitting in the tent he had used while traveling with Lucy. Duncan was laying on the sleeping bag MacCready and Lucy had shared, fast asleep. He'd just sat on the floor crying. He only stopped when Duncan cried, and he'd try to put on a brave face, but he looked like Lucy so much. He had her brown eyes and her large toothy smile. He'd kept doing this before getting to Arefu, explaining to his friend Bryan what had happened. He'd help MacCready get his small farm and started coming by daily for a bit, making MacCready eat, making him go outside. Making MacCready live. Bryan knew loss too, and he had helped get MacCready out of that hole.
Now he had to help her out.
He heard her footsteps approaching, and he pulled himself up, dogmeat shaking off sleep. She turned the corner and looked up at him, her eyes a deep red from crying.
"We should go." she said softly.
MacCready placed his hands on her shoulders, pulling her to him. His chest pressed against her's and he felt her seem to deflate before letting out a cry. He ran his hands up to her hair, stroking her head. Her arms wrapped around him, and they reached up, touching the hair on the back of his neck. She sobbed against his chest and he could feel his coats getting damp. He moved his one hand down, placing it on her back and rubbing it, trying to reassure her. Her hands pulled back, coming to her face buried in his chest and she grabbed the front of his coat.
A flowery smell came over him as he held the sobbing woman.