Chapter 1

"-ere to take an outlaw back alive or maybe de-"

Throwing her head back, the Courier grimaced as the burning liquid flowed down her throat, before planting the shot glass firmly down on the bar and pouring another drink. A few months ago the people around her would be singing her praises, offering to buy any drink she wanted. Then...it all went to shit. The NCR pulled out of New Vegas entirely, leaving them to fend for themselves. The Securitrons under Yes Man weren't any help either, all they did was keep everyone from shooting one another over their woes.

The sharecropper farms were barely tended, the monorail was still a smouldering ruin, and Fiends had taken the airport on the other side anyway. The dam was sabotaged so the two major powers would stop fighting over the damn thing, but since Helios One was currently powering whatever weapon was controlled by the diminutive little pistol in her bag, there was barely enough power for anyone to even keep lights on anymore.

Taking another drink, she eyed the rest of the bar behind her shades. Most of them were wearing little more than rags, nothing like those 'suits' in New Vegas, who despite the world being lit on fire still managed to keep their clothes at least clean. She flicked a bug off her duster and brushed down the armour hiding underneath, a little gift from an NCR Ranger who got a bit too cocky.

It didn't save her though, when two loud gunshots rang out, both smashing into her back before she could even react. She heard something smashing within her bag, so didn't even bother trying to reach for the stimpaks in there, instead just letting herself slump down, the alcohol probably helping in that regard. Besides, what was the point? The inhabitants of New Vegas all loved her at first, then when the food ran out they began detesting her.

Oh, they never said it to her face, but that was because she wasn't the most feared wastelander for nothing, she cut a bloody swathe through Vegas after Benny shot her. Coughing once, she felt liquid fleck out of her lips, probably blood, meaning her lungs were fucked. Deciding that at least she could try for a fighting death, she reached for her hip holster and drew out the Mysterious Magnum, levelling it across her chest and blasting at the figure at the door.

The high-powered .44 Magnum round thundered into her enemy, kicking his unprotected head back with force as she planted the bullet between his eyes. It also let her see the weapon he'd used to shoot her. It was a Brush Gun, .45-70 govt firing lever-action rifle, high enough caliber to render the armour plating on her back completely moot, especially if he fired AP rounds.

Slumping her arm down, Courier Six sighed softly, resisting the urge to cough again as she felt liquid in her throat. So, this was how the great saviour of Vegas was destined to die, drowning in her own blood in a crappy New Vegas bar by presumably some asshole who lost family when she killed them. Not that she wanted to, she just attracted attention like a light to moths.

Closing her eyes, she let herself drift into darkness. "Hey, don't go to sleep! You can't! If you sleep now you won't wake up!" Cracking her eyes open just faintly, she saw blue skies above her, but focused on the red-haired man peering down at her, who was trying in vain to keep her awake. She knew she was done for, otherwise her eyes wouldn't be drooping. "Oh dammit, no, you aren't dying on me now! You're going to be fine, you hear me?!"

Then everything went white.

"Hey, she's waking up!"

Grimacing, Six covered her eyes and opened them, ready to curse out whoever decided screaming next to her ears was a good idea, when she froze. Her arm...didn't have a pip-boy on it. And she still had it. She knew there were some models of Pip-boy on the East Coast which could be removed and replaced, but the model that Doc Mitchell gave her was...extremely hard to remove. The old doc had once told her it took a mechanics a lot of swearing, grease and time to get his own one off.

Peering at her arm, she idly noted that none of the old scars were there either, having gathered more than a few during her trek through Vegas, as well as a couple from the time before she was shot in the head. "Keep your voice down now kiddo, she's probably not appreciating you yelling so damn much." Looking away from her arms, a tall, grizzled man was sat in the room watching her, a frown on his face.

Deciding that friendliness was best until she figured out what the hell was going on and where she was, as she could feel it was a lot colder than the Mojave, Six smiled at him "Uhh, hi?" Then squeake-uhh, remarked in surprise as he stood up and walked over to her. While she was still surprised at the speed to which he moved, she felt his hand brush her hair out of the way, a sharp intake of breath audible. "Personal space mean anything to ya?!" She yelled, smacking his hand away from her head and wincing as her eyes rolled around sightly.

Evidently she was still suffering from blood loss or something if even that made her nauseous. "Well now, I suppose we'd best introduce ourselves, seeing as you be taking up a valuable spot in this here clinic and costing Rena lien just to keep you safe and sound while you slept." Blinking, Six waited a few moments and resisted the urge to grin when the man palmed his head. "Fine, I'll go first. I'm Aureolin, owner of this place, and that little scamp is Charlie." He pointed at the kid who presumably had yelled earlier.

Looking at her arm again to re-confirm that her pip-boy was still, in fact, missing, Six shrugged, deciding her nick-name worked best in this situation. "Well...people call me Six a lot, so you can just call me that. And uhh, who is Rena?" Six then carefully controlled her facial expression as she spoke. Her voice was wrong. Sure, her lungs got hit, so maybe they had to fuck around with her throat to get the blood out of something, but she was so high-pitched, it was ridiculous!

Evidently from the look on Aureolin's face, he was surprised that she had no clue who Rena was, a frown coming to his lips, deeper than the one before. "You...don't know who Rena is?" Six shook her head, the situation getting weirder and weirder as her red hair, which she always kept short and out of the way, flew around in long strands. The man nodded once then stood up abruptly and left the room, leaving her with Charlie.

Said boy started hopping about excitedly, evidently he had way too much energy and not enough to do with it. In the brief respite from being spoken to, Six inspected herself. Her arms were weirdly short, unmarred by scarring. The same with her legs, kicking them softly under her covers. Covers, plural. This place had proper sheets and things she'd only dreamed off on their beds. And...her chest was tiny. Like seriously. Not just her breasts, her torso was just...miniature.

Drawing only two conclusions to this, Six frowned. Either her body had gone back in time somehow, or she was now in a different body entirely. She'd visited the eggheads at Big Mountain, so she knew those guys and gals were likely to have a way of transferring consciousnesses between bodies, since she was fairly certain that was the whole idea that Mobius had, she didn't pay much attention to what those idiots were ranting on about.

Then she looked out the window. It was...green. Like, Zion Canyon levels of green. Startled, Six levered her way out of her oh-so-comfortable bed, pressing her feet to the floor and standing up, ignoring the boy speaking to her in favour of stumbling over to the window and looking outside. Everything was so green. It was...wrong. The skies were clear, not even a single not-white cloud in sight.

And everyone walking around outside were dressed so cleanly. Even the richest New Vegas inhabitants would be gawking in envy and surprise at some of the outfits the people outside were wearing. At first, she assumed that Aureolin and Charlie were super well-off, but...something was seriously wrong here. Six stumbled back over to the bed and sat down, her mind reeling as she set a list of everything she knew.

She 'd been shot. Someone said she'd be fine, then her vision flashed out into nothingness. She'd woken up with an un-marred and smaller body, sans pip-boy, in a bed with actual sheets, which looked super-clean as if they'd been washed a thousand times. Outside, it looked like what pictures of the old-world looked like, green stuff growing on trees and smiling, happy people wandering around, some of them in really funky outfits which were really not conducive to combat.

As her mind whirled faster and faster, the door opened, a red-haired man stepping inside and grinning at her. "Summer, what's this I hear about you not recognizing my name?" Her head snapped around at the voice, presumably the one Aureolin called Rena. She eyed him up and down, no hint of recognition on her face, though inwardly she was panicking. He'd called her Summer. That was her name, but she'd never seen the man before her in her entire life. Looking up at his eyes, she frowned as she saw the same familiar and extremely rare trait as her own.

He had silver eyes, just like her.

"What's the prognosis?"

After stepping back out of the room, Rena slumped against the wall, his tiredness on full display as he looked at Aureo. "Not good. I missed it before, but under her hair, there's a scar. I don't recognize what made it, but..." He trailed off for a moment. "She doesn't recognize you. I was watching her face the whole time. She knows at least a little about herself, as she looked right towards your eyes with a hint of recognition, but as for who you are to her...she doesn't know you..." Rubbing his face, the man sighed. "I hate to say it Rena, but I think your daughter has amnesia."

Blinking, Rena looked at the door in disbelief. His own daughter didn't recognize him? And all because he'd fucked up? Was it a punishment for thinking he could keep her safe when travelling between Kingdoms? He should have just forked over the lien to get a Bullhead, then this wou- "Rena!" A hand clamped down on his shoulder, startling him into looking at the man and decidedly not drawing the sword at his hip. "Do not think for a moment you can blame yourself for this. Later? Sure, but for now, you have a daughter in there who, depending on how far this amnesia goes, doesn't know a thing about this world."

Rena sighed, looking down at the hilt of his weapon. He looked at the door, pushing it open slightly to see his daughter staring out of the window in pure surprise and even a little fear. His eyes teared up slightly at the thought that she wouldn't even remember her own mother, who was dearly departed from Remnant. She wouldn't remember any of the times she'd spent hearing stories, or fighting off pretend Grimm, or any of it...At least she was alive though.

That sole thought snapped Rena out of his funk. Summer, his little star, was still alive. They tried, oh those masked bastards tried to kill them both, but they were alive, and their attackers were dead. That was all that mattered. Sure, she didn't remember him, but that just meant he had to re-introduce himself, and earn her trust again, and make up for the fact that he was responsible for her forgetting him in the first place. With that thought in mind, he opened the door, keen to introduce himself to Summer, when he actually realized what he'd walked in on, and burst out laughing.

Charlie was now dangling from the ceiling by...rope, of all things, staring down in awe at Summer, who had her arms folded and was staring up at him with an expectant look. "They're hunters! They hunt the Gwimm!" Summer was eyeing the boy skeptically, then looked out the window again. "it's true! Look, look! That poster, that's a beyowolf!" His one free arm pointed towards a poster taped to the wall, the anatomy of a Beowolf, though since they had no internal organs it merely depicted things like average claw length, bone-plate thickness, and other bits.

Summer let go of the rope she was holding onto, the end whipping through a rather complicated series of loops and dropping Charlie unceremoniously on the floor, whilst the approached the poster and looked the Beowolf over. Deciding this was a good opening to start a conversation with his amnesiac daughter, Rena stepped to her side, his eyes not missing the fact that she reacted to his approach by tensing up, fingers grasping for a weapon which wasn't there.

Unbidden, he smiled. Even if she forgot everything on a conscious level, she still had muscle memory, her mothers training coming into play as she reacted to an approaching stranger, though the thought saddened him, by trying to get a hold of her weapon, just in case. "You always used to love Beowolves." Summer tipped her head to look up at him with the same disbelieving eyes she'd levelled at Charlie. "You'd always run to your mother and ask her to tell you stories which had plenty of Beowolves."

"...I don't remember any of it." She said quietly, her eyes moving to look back up at the poster stuck to the wall. He sighed.

"Aureo say you have amnesia, do you know what that is?" Summer nodded once. "Okay, so what do you know?" Summer then shrugged.

Reaching up, she tugged at the tape holding the poster aloft, growling to herself at how short she now was. "I know some things I guess. Like how to talk, or to eat, or write, but I don't know...people. Or...'Grimm'. I don't know where we are, or what happened to me, or why I can hear you two talking about how this isn't your fault!" Summer hopped slightly to pull the poster straight off the wall, panting slightly. "I don't know what's going on..." She finally said dejectedly.

With a slow hand, making sure she could see it coming, Rena tousled her hair, smirking as she unconsciously leaned into his touch. "Well, we can start with this, since you seem so sure you can handle it." He grinned when a slight smirk came across Summer's face. "We were attacked. I couldn't protect you from everything, and you got hurt. I had to activate your aura, and-" Summer's hand snapped up to close his lips.

"What's aura?" She asked quickly.

Groaning, Rena began to explain. "Aura is the manifestation of our souls. It shields us from harm and heals our wounds. When you got shot, I activated your aura to save your life. Without it, you would have...you'd-" His voice cut off with a strangled noise, but he recollected himself. "Anyway, I then brought you here, where you could recover before we set off again for Vale. This time though, we're not travelling on foot. Aureo got in touch with Vale, and they'll send a Bullhead out to pick us up." Summer opened her mouth to ask another question, but he pre-empted her. "A bullhead is a...do you know what an aircraft is?" Summer tipped her head, but nodded after a few moments. "It's that."

"Now then, as to why you could hear us..." Rena then gently pinched what appeared to be just a larger tuft of hair, earning a slight yelp of surprise from Summer. "Well, why don't you see for yourself." He pulled his scroll out, setting it into a camera and reversing the image, then showing it to Summer, who took the device and gasped at seeing her own face. "Now, look at the top of your head." She moved the scroll up and nearly dropped it in surprise.

There, just peeking out of her crimson locks, were two furry red ears.

Yep.

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I did it again. I can't help it! I just like the idea alright? And I've ran out of fanfiction to read. Seriously, it sucks! I mean, there are a few I can re-read like The Lives Worth Saving or Ninja Gamer, but...I dunno, I just keep starting stories then...moving on. Sorry if you hoped something like Broken Watch would get an update. i do want to finish them all, I just don't have time because I'm writing other things!

Anyways, !FemSix becoming Summer, not an idea I've EVER seen on Fanfiction, but I thought it'd be nice. This story is gonna be on her going to Beacon, but a much more grizzled Summer, not the happy-go-lucky one I believe Canon Summer was. It's then going to cover her having Ruby, though perhaps not with who you might expect, and some other stuff as well!

Hope you like the idea, and if so, please tell me so in a review, I adore hearing you guys say you enjoyed things! And hey, if you didn't enjoy it, tell me why! I promise I'll still appreciate it!