A/N: Well my crazy busy four-day weekend is finally over and I managed to finish this before going back to work tomorrow :)

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Chloe swallowed hard, and she felt her stomach sink.

"Hurt? How?"

"There was a Deathclaw," Stacie said. "She insisted on going off to fight it alone. And... And she killed it. She-"

"She killed a Deathclaw?!" Jesse interrupted. "By herself? How?"

"With a Fat Man we think. We found what was left of it next to the Deathclaw," Stacie said.

"What was left of it?" Chloe was feeling sick.

"The Fat Man launches mini-nukes," Stacie said. "It's incredibly powerful, but it should only really be used as a long range weapon. It looks like Beca was too close when she fired. We found her about twenty feet away from the Deathclaw, but the actual weapon was right beside it. The back of her power-armor was all black, so it looks like she tried to turn away but got blasted into the air. When we found her, her armor was all broken and she was..." Stacie swallowed, trying to hold back her tears. "She was really hurt. She still hasn't woken up."

"How long has it been?" Chloe asked.

"Two days," Stacie replied. "We had a doctor set her broken arm and check her over properly, but he said there's nothing we can do but wait and see if she wakes up."

"Can I see her?" Chloe asked, her voice breaking.

Stacie nodded. "This way," she said.

Chloe felt Emily put a hand on her back.

"I'm sorry mom," she said. "Jesse and I can wait outside."

Chloe nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

"I'll get Amy to sort out some rooms for you," Stacie said as they walked towards the main house.

"Emily and I can share," Chloe said.

"Okay," Stacie said, before explaining the situation to Fat Amy.

"Come on guys," Amy said, trying to sound like her usual upbeat self. She wasn't quite pulling it off.

Chloe watched as her daughter walked away from her, and she felt an urge to run after her. Emily was in a new place, in the outside world, for the first time in 15 years. She should have been freaking out. But Emily turned and nodded encouragement, so Chloe turned away and followed Stacie into Beca's room.

The tiny brunette was lying on her bed, pale and beat-up. Her face was bruised and her head and lip were cut. Beneath her shirt, Chloe could see that her ribs had been bandaged, and her left arm was in a cast. She looked thinner than the last time she'd seen her.

Aubrey was sitting beside her bed, holding her hand. She had tear tracks running down her face.

She looked up when Chloe entered the room and couldn't hide the surprise that spread across her face.

"Chloe?! What are you doing here?!"

Chloe opened her mouth but couldn't respond. She just stared down at the girl she was in love with, as tears filled her eyes.

"Let's give her a minute, yeah 'Bree? I'll explain outside," Stacie said.

Aubrey looked like she wanted to argue, but agreed to leave the room.

When Chloe sat down in the chair, Dogmeat stood up from where he'd been lying and rested his head on her thigh.

"Hey boy," she said softly, scratching him behind the ear.

With her other hand she took Beca's, and brushed her thumb across her slightly bruised knuckles.

"I missed you so much," Chloe said, her voice hardly more than a whisper. "But I'm here now, with Emily. And if you'll have us, we won't be leaving. So why don't you wake up and we can finish that kiss? Please?"

Beca didn't stir.

"Beca," she said, crying a little harder. "Please. Please just do something. Squeeze my hand. Anything."

But Beca didn't. She just continued to lie there, oblivious to the sobbing redhead clutching her hand.

She wasn't sure how long she'd been there when she felt a hand on her shoulder.

"Mom?" Emily said. Chloe jumped slightly. "Sorry," she said. Chloe shook her head.

"It's fine," she said, finally letting go of Beca's hand so she could wipe her eyes. She hadn't noticed the room grow steadily darker, but she now realised it was night. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," she said, glancing at Beca before looking back at Chloe. "Um, it's getting late. We should probably get some rest." Emily didn't say it, but Chloe could tell she was afraid. She didn't want to sleep in that room without her mom.

Chloe hesitated, looking back at Beca. She didn't want to leave her.

"I'll sit with her," Aubrey said from the doorway.

"Okay," Chloe said, getting up from the chair, "thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," Aubrey said. "She's my best friend."

Chloe nodded. She got the feeling Aubrey didn't like her very much, but she didn't say anything. She just bent down and kissed Beca on the forehead. "I'll be back soon," she whispered to the brunette. "Come on then," she said to Emily.

"Chloe," Aubrey said, placing a hand on her arm before she left the room. "Could I speak to you for a minute?"

"Uh, sure," Chloe said. "I'll be there in a second Em." Emily looked between the two women before leaving. "What's up?"

"Beca is like my sister," she said. "And I love her like a sister. I probably care about her more than I care about anyone else in the world."

"Yeah, I care about her too-"

"I've only seen her broken twice," Aubrey said, as if there had been no interruption. "Once," she held up a finger, "when she first came here, after her mom had died. The second time was when she came back here without you."

Chloe looked down, feeling guilty. "I had to stay for my daughter," she said, in a quiet voice.

"I know that," Aubrey said. "And no one blames you for not coming back with her. She understood, and so did we. But that doesn't mean she wasn't hurting. Chloe, she loves you. She really, really loves you. But I need to know if... When... When she wakes up... Are you going to break her heart again?"

"No," Chloe said, without hesitation. There was a fierce look of determination in her eyes when she stared at Aubrey. "I love her. I'm crazy about her. The only person in the world I love more than Beca, is my daughter."

Aubrey nodded. "And if Emily wants to leave, will you leave with her?"

Chloe opened her mouth but then closed it. She hadn't considered this.

"If you think there's a chance that you could end up hurting Beca again, deliberately or not, maybe you should go before she wakes up," Aubrey said.

"Aubrey, she's my daughter... I can't just force her to live somewhere forever if she doesn't want to. Beca understands that," Chloe said. "She understands that my daughter comes first."

"I know," Aubrey said. "And I understand that too. I just want you to think about it." She sat down on the chair beside Beca, and picked up her hand, turning her back on Chloe.

"If you care so much," Chloe said, her voice breaking, "why did you let her fight a Deathclaw alone?"

Aubrey's shoulders sank.

"You're right," she said. "I shouldn't have let her go. I tried to stop her, but I could have tried harder. I should have tried harder. And I'm not going to make that mistake again. I'm not going to let her get hurt again."

She heart Chloe leave. Her angry footsteps dying away.

She hated herself for having to say these things to her. She knew they loved each other, that much was obvious. She knew the moment Beca had returned, and could barely say her name without crying. She knew Chloe reciprocated when she saw the look on her face as she sat at Beca's bedside. But she had to protect her friend. Her sister.

She swept a strand of hair out of Beca's face. She knew that a lot of people assumed there was something romantic between them, but that had never been the case. Aubrey didn't see Beca that way, and she knew the feeling was mutual.

She felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.

"Don't you think you were a bit harsh on her?" Stacie asked.

"Maybe," Aubrey admitted, closing her eyes as Stacie stated to massage them. "But she was heartbroken. I can't let that happen to her again."

"Maybe we should let Beca decide that," Stacie said. "It should be up to her who she gets her heart broken by."

"I'm trying to protect her," Aubrey said. She opened her eyes to look at the beaten and broken girl lying in front of her. "I couldn't protect her before, but I can from this."

"What happened wasn't your fault," Stacie said, kneeling down so she was eye level with Aubrey. "If you had of followed her to fight that Deathclaw, she would have been furious with you. If you'd gotten hurt, she'd never have forgiven herself."

Aubrey wiped the tears from her eyes. "I should have done something. I should have stopped her."

"'Bree, I don't know what your plan is here, but if Beca finds out you sent Chloe away, she'll never forgive you," Stacie said, placing her hands on the blonde's shoulders and looking into her eyes. "This has to be Beca's decision."

"What if she doesn't wake up?"

"She will," Stacie said, sounding more confident than she felt.