A/N: This is just a Flashback Chapter, because Plot is important and all that. Plus, I really wanted to give you guys a quick look into Courier Six's past. Please feel free to leave me a Review with you opinion on the Story so far, or if you find anything else you want to comment on.

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Just to make sure its clear, this take place sometime after Hoover Dam. Some of the other Flashbacks I create will take place around other points in Fallout New Vegas. In fact, some of them will probably take place prior to the main Story of New Vegas.

Chapter 6: A Needed Flashback

Cass screamed out, filled with rage. She then proceeded to throw an empty whiskey bottle against the wall, shattering it into several pieces. The Courier quickly passed Cass some more whiskey, already ready for such a situation. She was smart not to forget about all of the other times when Cass lost in games of Caravan and it ended with quite the creation of trouble. Never again with the assistance of even more whiskey, which kept the trouble away.

Six's companion quickly consumed the whiskey in a matter of seconds. Then, even though she already made enough of a mess to where Six couldn't ignore it and would actually need to clean it up, Cass threw the new bottle against the wall. That little display really got under Six's skin. Did Cass even consider that someone, not Six, was going to have to clean that mess up?

Having just claimed victory over everyone else, Arcade couldn't help but snicker at the immature act Cass presented them. Cass, immediately catching sight of the snickering, stood up and gave a death stare to the man who had just taken away everyone's caps, and who now had the nerve to mock them all.

She never really was good when it came to losing. One notable time was when she had visited the Correctional Facility along with the Courier and ED-E so they could ask about making peace with the NCR and ceasing all attacks against the people of the Mojave.

For some reason, Cass had gotten into a serious game of Caravan with a few of the Powder Gangers. She was actually doing a pretty good job... for a while. But then awful luck took a heavy strike towards Cass. After every single one of the caps she put up were gone, she accused everyone else of cheating.

Skipping some of the smaller and less important facts about the story, it all ended with a lot of the Powder Gangers getting killed, and making sure Six possessed one less Faction as an ally. Which wasn't a good thing in the Mojave, where you wanted everyone on your side.

After that messy situation concluded, the NCR saw its chance to finally retake the Correctional Facility, and start up the prison system again. With some financial support from Vegas and Six, the NCR once again possessed a proper facility to store its prisoners.

Wanting all of her Companions to remain in their breathing state, the Courier quickly intervened, trying to calm down Cass to the best of her ability, ''Alright, alright Cass just sit back down. There's no reason to splatter our friend's brains all over this nice and clean wall. And don't even think about accusing him of cheating.''

Cass resisted the urge to punch both Arcade and even Six square in the face. She looked back to Arcade and said to him in a threatening voice, ''Three days, you and me are having our own rematch. I'll have double by then. And I don't plan on losing any of them this time.''

Arcade reminded her that such a promise was already made on several occasions. ''If I recall, that's exactly what you told me the last twelve times. Pretty soon I'll be able to afford any upgrade I want for my Plasma Rifle. We should really play more often, shouldn't we guys?''

That earned Arcade a laugh from everyone else, with the exclusion of Cass, at the table. Even getting himself a small chuckle from Boone. Only more pissed off now, Cass stormed out of the room, the Courier quickly chasing after her.

''Hey, wait a minute! Where do you think you're going young lady?'' Six called out to Cass, despite not being as old as her. ''You can't go out there at this time. Where the hell could you possibly be going this late at night anyway? And why is it so important that it's ruining our game?''

''It's none of your fucking business!'' Cass shouted, the action shocking the Courier. Cass began a short, yet loud rant. ''Why the Hell are you always concerned with our well being?! If I remember correctly I've looked out for you more times than you've looked out for me. But if you really care that much about my private matters, I'm going down to the Wrangler. Place is still the worst, but with my current lack of caps it's about all I got. Oh, and don't ever call me Arcade's friend again.''

Cass took the elevator to the casino floor, this time not having Six follow her. She went back to the game table, having her heart a little broken by Cass's harsh words. Veronica did her best to comfort her best friend, taking her hand.

''Don't even worry about her Six.'' Veronica said. ''She's probably just a little more drunk than usual. Maybe we could play another round or two, that'll take your mind off of things. Or if you'd like we'll just take a break for a few minutes?''

Having to admit that she was pretty tired, Six opted for the second option presented to her. She rested her head on Veronica's shoulder and said to all of her present Companions, ''We're having a five minute break you guys. When I come back from the sleep realm, I'm putting my Alien Blaster up for bet. So I suggest you all get prepared'' In only a few seconds she dozed off.

The Courier, now sound asleep, Veronica, only for the reason that Six looked so cute when she was sleeping, Boone, because he had nothing better to do, and Arcade, who was awaiting for his new weapon, were the only ones to remain at the game table.

Boone said to both Arcade and Veronica, ''She's putting up her Alien Blaster? Last I check that's her most prized possession. She must be more drunk than Cass is. Not that I'm complaining. Now that it will be in the right hands, that gun can finally be put to some use.''

''What exactly are you trying to imply with that statement?'' Veronica asked Boone. She didn't like it when someone questioned Six's skills. ''You don't think that she ever used it wisely or something?''

Boone responded by saying, ''That's exactly what I'm saying. I can only recall three times that she actually used the thing. First it was the assault we planned on the Fort. There was that one time we all went into the Quarry and came face to face with about twenty Deathclaws. And when we were defending the Dam.''

Arcade made a good point by saying to Boone, ''It's ammo isn't exactly that common in the Mojave. Once she runs out the gun will become less than useless. Well unless you want to sell it to the Gun Runners. They'll take whatever they can get their hands on nowadays.''

Veronica ended the discussion on the rare weapon, ''When she wakes up I'll ask her to put something else up. Maybe that golf club she's so fond of. What are you guys going to put up for play this time?''

Arcade placed his Enclave helmet on the table, ''This thing is still in pretty awful condition, so seeing it go won't exactly be the most heart breaking of experiences. But if I win I'll also be able to repair it. In a way I can't really lose. Boone?''

Boone put his fist made of dog tags up. Veronica urged him to take them back, ''Six got you those as a gift after fighting at the Dam! They can do some decent damage. That and you know how sensitive she is.''

Keeping the unarmed weapon on the table, Boone told the Scribe, ''I've found some better weapons. I'm sure she'll understand. Now, why don't you go ahead and tell us what you're putting up for bet. Something valuable I hope?''

Veronica smirked, ''Well if you guys remember the whole ''Sierra Madre'' indecent that Six got involved in, you'll also remember she gave all of us gifts after she returned. The gifts you all received mostly consisted of weapons and/or Armour. Well...'' Veronica slammed a gold bar onto the table, ''She got me one of these.''

Arcade's jaw dropped. Sure he had been gifted with the Holorifle, but an entire gold bar! Arcade and Boone both shared a look, which Veronica quickly took notice of, ''Don't even think about an alliance you two!''

Boone stood up, ''I'll be back in a minute. I want to know what everyone else is betting. Especially Dean, who if I catch cheating again I will go all Cass on the bastard. Him and Chalk, seeing as the man doesn't exactly carry a whole lot of stuff with him.''

Arcade waved him goodbye. Veronica couldn't really do the same seeing as she had an entire human being on her shoulder. When Boone was far enough away Veronica had to question Arcade on his quietness.

''Why didn't you say anything to him yet?'' She asked, a little annoyed with his decisions. ''Did you not see that perfect moment I created for you? They call it a perfect moment for a very important reason, you know?''

Arcade apologized, ''I'm sorry, just nervous is all. How am I am supposed to know if he'll say yes or not? If you haven't noticed we're not exactly that similar when it comes to pretty much anything. You and Six are pretty different, how is it that you two used to be together?''

Veronica opened a bottle of Nuka Cola and took a short sip, ''When we first met she didn't exactly make the best of impressions on me. For starters she honest to God believed that the Brotherhood of Steel could shoot lasers from their eyes. Part of me still thinks she believes that. But after a little more opening up, we just fell for each other. It was really fun and romantic while it lasted.'' Veronica softly kissed The Courier on the cheek, she noticed The Courier smile.

''Hope I'm not interrupting anything?'' Raul said, taking a seat next to Arcade. ''Had to get out of that room. Dean and Boone are getting into a serious Brawl. Might want to wake up the Boss so she can defuse the situation.''

''That's probably for the best,'' Veronica agreed, knowing that Boone and Dean had a very deep hatred towards one another for unknown reasons, and said hatred could possibly lead to several unwanted deaths. ''Come on Six, wake up time.''

Groaning heavily, Courier Six wrapped her arms around Veronica and begged her for, ''Just five more minutes, please? I was in the middle of having that super badass dream again. You woke me up at the best part.''

''I really hope that it was the one where you end up breaking up a fight between Dean and Boone?'' Arcade asked her sarcastically. ''Because we could really use that special ability of yours right about now.''

Once again Six groaned. ''Veronica, could you please go and make the mean men stop fighting with each other for me? You know, before one of them dies? I think I'm going to go lay down for a few more hours.''

After the Courier equipped her Darklight Cowl Veronica agreed, ''Sure thing Six, I say you've earned yourself a bit of a rest. Seeing as you haven't slept since you walked that Mile you created. We'll finish up another game then I'l join you.''

After giving all her present Companions a hug, Six slowly walked to her bedroom. Arcade immediately went for a question that had been bugging him for some time now. ''Why exactly does she wear that mask when she goes to bed?''

Veronica gave him an unexpected answer, ''Well she's only really ever told me, but you two should know that she has a fear of the dark. Nyctophobia I think it's called. Obviously it's surprising to hear, seeing as she's usually the fearless type. Both of you do me a favor and don't let her know I told you guys. She'd kill me.''

''Oh relax, will you?'' Raul said, smoking a cigarette now. ''You're the last person the boss would ever lay a finger on. At least not in a violent fashion. Unless you guys are into that kind of stuff? I won't judge.''

Veronica eyes rolled and she was quickly reminded of the fight currently going on against Dean and Boone. She quickly charged into the room that contained the source of the commotion. Oh look at that, Boone is pointing his Combat Knife towards Dean. That's something that could never end in a negative fashion.

''You son of a whore!'' Boone shouted at Dean, whilst taking another swipe at him with his Combat Knife. He continued to swear at the clever ghoul. ''If you ever say anything about Carla again, I will end you in the most painful way imaginable!''

''Oh please...'' Dean started his seventh insult. ''I might not look so good in a fight..." He pulled out his 9mm Pistol and pointed it straight at Boone. "But I'm positive that I could easily shoot your skull out and on to the walls from where I'm standing." He smirked, causing Boone to frown. "Here's a piece of advice, if you don't want people saying anything about your wife. Don't tell anyone about your wife in the first place!''

Knowing that someone was about to shoot or maybe even stab someone, Veronica intervened, getting in the middle of the two men. She wanted to say something to stop them, maybe even get them to forget about it entirely. But it was far too late for peace. Boone had made his move and chose to strike first. He tackled Dean straight to the ground.

Veronica signaled for Chalk to assist in calming the situation. Chalk, who was a lot smarter since coming to Vegas, chose to maintain his position. He wasn't about to risk a scar or two over this. He gave Veronica some advice. "Let those fools work it out on their own. Besides, Six will receive a notification if any of us are about to get killed."

''Give me another whiskey.'' Cass ordered James Garret, after throwing a few more caps over the counter. After giving Cass what felt like the thousandth whiskey just that night, James chose to risk it all when questioning Cass on the sudden increase in whiskey consumption.

''Look, not that I don't love all of the caps you're giving me, I mean you've sort of handed me a small fortune, but I feel like I should probably ask. Did something happen up in the Lucky 38? You never come here for a drink. Always preferred the cleaner places.''

Cass smashed the whiskey against the table. ''I don't need your fucking questioning, Garret! I came for some more whiskey, not to start a friendly fucking conversation! But if you really need to know so much, those so called friends of mine cheated me out of all my caps. God, I don't even know why I stay with them any longer?''