David searched about the Dam for Boone and Cass, who were lost among the crowd of N.C.R. soldiers shortly after the briefing moments ago. William and Lyannah were given a cubicle deep within the Dam's barracks, at the far back. It wasn't particularly roomy, and there certainly were no windows, but they had it to themselves. That was the only part William cared about.

William smirked and even chuckled lightly, earning a questioning glare from Lyannah. "See? Armour was a good idea."

Lyannah shrugged her shoulders. "Okay. You were right. Do not let it go to your head."

Does not handle I-told-you-so's very well. William smirked and stepped behind Lyannah and detached her armour slowly. "Okay, I won't." He placed Lyannah's armour plate on a nearby table. "You know, I'm proud of you. You did well today. Didn't even kill anyone." Lyannah turns around to him in his arms.

She smiled. "Proud, is it? You make me sound like a child."

A light chuckle escaped William. While Lyannah stood in front of him with her pretty green eyes of hers, he suddenly realised how much he had looked forward to being alone with her.

"Yeah… Just try not to get shot."

William kissed Lyannah softly on the lips, something that he felt has been long overdue. In time, she agreed and returned his affection in kind, wrapping her arms around also.

The intimate moment was cut short when the door to the barracks opened, William and Lyannah prayed that they wouldn't bother their moment, but it was far too late. It was David, Boone and Cass occupying the cubicle opposite the two. Boone walked off to the single bed in the far corner.

David huffed. "Really? You two are bunking with us?"

"Oh, Agent Wesker. So nice to see you," Lyannah sarcastically muttered, rolling her eyes with disapproval. "Came to order us around?"

"Hardly…" David replied calmly. "I'll go and make sure the general provides me with another room. Shame actually, I just got comfortable."

"That's right… you do that. The general is expecting to pet his dog now anyway." Cass glared at her with immense internal rage.

David was offended and threw up his arms. "Why are you verbally attacking me? We're all fighting for the N.C.R., not each other."

"It's not personal; she doesn't really trust anyone," William added.

"For a damned good reason, I don't."

"I swear, anyone this disrespectful deserves a kick in the ass. I'm a gentleman, though, I don't hurt women. I'm walking to my bed."

William hushed Lyannah's voice as she was about to lash out again. "Be our guest, David. Right Lyannah?" He let go of her mouth, expecting her to be calm.

"No please, join us… just don't expect me to like it," Lyannah mumbled. David got comfortable with Cass inside their cubicle.

"Now we rest, Lyannah. Big day for us on Sunday."

Alone with Cass, David pushed their beds together. Opposite William and Lyannah's cubicle, it was hard to ignore them while they got their affairs in order. They were smiling and chuckling at their words like they were besties in the previous life or something of the latter.

It was getting late; a long rest was needed for tomorrow. Cass was visually irritated by the way Lyannah treated David; offended her deeply. She broke the silence and spoke her mind.

"I don't like the way that woman treats you, David. You try so hard to be helpful, and she talks to ya like a dog. Bitch needs to learn proper manners."

"She's not from around here; I can take the extra roasting. We just need to reach an understanding, if we're gonna be working together." He sat down on double bed by Cass; slumping his sack on the floor. "Just wish she wasn't such a dick."

Cass relaxed on the bed. "It's not like it's our problem."

"I told the general I'd try and cooperate with them. " David rubbed the bridge of his nose. "I don't get paid enough for this."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't."

"I can talk the talk, don't worry about me. I can set some standards." With a smile, David kissed Cass' lips and left with his brown sack.

Lyannah and William were having a friendly debate between each other, caught up with sharp wordplay on their double bed; they sat happily in their arms. Lyannah merely raised an eyebrow when David came over and cleared his throat, hoping to get their attention politely. It wasn't very welcoming, but they were listening, even when it seemed like Lyannah wasn't.

"David. What can I do for you?"

"I just want to talk with Lyannah."

"Why? What do you want with her?"

"I just want to reach an understanding with you two. I'm not stupid; we clearly got off on the wrong foot." David sat at the bottom of William's bed and wiped his face.

"I admire your approach, but between us, she's not from around here."

"Let's try and get along." William stared at Lyannah; she's not convinced. "How about we start with a drink? I got whiskey; whiskey is love, whiskey is life. Mmmm, delicious." Lyannah pondered her eyes at David.

"Whiskey?"

"None for you, Lyannah. Remember last time at the Wrangler?"

"I'm not a child, William; you should know that now."

"Alright. You can have one. I'll pass." David handed a beautiful orange bottle of whiskey to Lyannah; she snatched it from his fingertips in an instant.

"We can talk over one drink, so make it quick."

"That's all I'm asking for." David took out a bottle of whiskey from his sack for himself. "Let's start with what I know about you. Lyannah, are you new to the Mojave, by any chance?" The Awkward silence falls as he finished speaking. The truth was out, and everyone began to stare at one another.

"What are you saying, David? That my best friend here isn't from the Mojave?"

"I'm thinking not of this world, but that's none of my business." David took a swig off his whiskey, barely reached the label of the bottle.

"Who told you, Agent?"

"General Redfield." David took out a cigarette from one of his pouches and lights it, the flame from his lighter caught very slowly. He sighed. "He's my dad, so I'm inclined to try and get along with you two."

"Makes sense…"

"Since Will and I are both members of the Secret Service, we need to get along better."

William whispered into Lyannah's ear; she smiled and nodded. "Very well. I respect your boldness, Agent; you proved yourself to be a decent man." She sighed and drank some of David's whiskey. "I hail from another world by the name of Nirn. Skyrim, the northernmost province in Tamriel, was my homeland. I blundered an experimented transportation spell and ended up here on your planet in this 'Mojave'. Before you make any wild accusations, there is no denying the fact that this world isn't ordinary as it appears to be. Even for a native."

"Believe me, I know." David's cigarette finally caught aflame. "This spell, though... does that mean you're magical?" Lyannah nodded. "Real magic?" He smoked. "That's new."

Lyannah raised an eyebrow. "You don't believe me?"

"Magic in the Mojave? I need to see it to believe it."

"I'm from the 3rd century, 4th era, year 205. We're worlds apart; I cannot expect you to understand… not without a demonstration. Hand me one of those smokey sticks." David flicked a fresh cigarette at Lyannah's way; it was his very last one from his time. His only Sterling. She caught it sharply with a flick of her wrist and examined it with wide green eyes. "Interesting… What is this?"

"That's a cigarette, Lyannah. I suggest you stay away from them. Tobacco kills."

David rubbed out his cigarette on his chest plate "I'm trying to quit."

Lyannah rolled her eyes, and with a click of her fingers, she engulfed her left hand in flames. David found it hard to believe that she quite literally conjured fire from her fingertips without any care. She lit the cigarette and smoked it once, inhaling a large portion of it and puffing out a ring like it was nothing. Her confidence was very amusing.

"I don't see the fascination of these 'tobacco' sticks." The flame in Lyannah's hand died out naturally.

"That's because you're not a smoker." William took the cigarette from her hand and put it out. "It's a disgusting habit."

"That was my last one anyway."

"So you see, Agent. Magic is as real as you and I. Unfortunately the magic I have isn't enough to send me back home," Lyannah said with a frown. "There's no way to regenerate magicka."

"Really?"

"Magicka is what Mages and Sorcerers like I rely on to power our manipulation of the arcane arts. Usually, regenerates on its own but here I don't feel the regeneration process. Without the means to restore my limited magicka, I'm stuck here in the Mojave."

William smiled. "At least we have each other."

Lyannah smiles. "I'm glad to be here with you, but as people say, there's no place like home." She held William's hand and took another sip of her drink. "That's the last chapter of my old life… Here's to the start of a new one. I suppose you have a story yourself, Agent?"

"Now that we're honest I can also say that I'm not of this Mojave. Unlike you, I am from this world, just not this period, though. I'm from the year 2021. I accidentally destroyed something I shouldn't have, and suddenly a powerful force ripped open a tear in time and brought me here in the Mojave, two hundred and sixty years later." David took another sip from his whiskey and screwed the cap back on. "Because of that, I left behind a wife and two sons, only been here for a week now."

"I'm... sorry." Probably gonna have to teach him to live in the Mojave too.

"I feel your pain, Agent. Back in Skyrim, I had everything I could ask for. There was love, fame and fortune around every corner on my adventures, but one night my true love was taken from me…" Lyannah frowned with a sigh. "The future is never decided, we don't get to change our paths, but if we were to walk them, it's always into the unknown."

"Wow. Quite capable of seeing the bigger picture than regular people, that's nice."

Lyannah smiled. "Will, care to share a little something about yourself?"

"Nothing much. I'm from the Capital, came to the Mojave to be a courier. I want to see the world, really meet people, you know? That's kind of it. Roamer, drifter and courier, rolled into one."

"I had you all wrong, Agent; we're more alike than I expected. You understand similar pain to me, and that's all I need to see you as a worthy ally."

David smiled from the sheer succession. "Thanks. That's all I really wanted, to just be friends." He stood up and hauled his sack over his shoulder. It was considerably lighter. "Have a good night; I'm phoning it in." He left the couple.

"Good night." William playfully nudges Lyannah's shoulder. "See? He's not that bad. A little rough around the edges but not all that bad."

"He's fine." Lyannah gulped down her whiskey to the last drop and rubbed her forehead. "That really packed a punch."

"You are kinda hard to work. Remember when we first met?"

"Must I?"

"I have no need for a courier," he mocked childishly. Back when they first met almost aeons ago. "Remember when you called me a peasant?"

"Remember when you shot me in the thigh?" Lyannah replied with a smirk. Reminiscent of the time the two first met, William had to subdue her without lethal force. The scar healed since.

"Touché."

"Come on, William. Let's sleep now."

"No need to tell me twice." William kissed Lyannah's kissable lips.

David went back to his bed to see Cass fast asleep; the poor girl couldn't stay awake for him. Figuring the time was reaching midnight, the time to rest was now. As husband and wife, they slept. Sleep was never just for the weak as so people say.

With the day ending in success with the chat with Lyannah being moderately positive, nothing more could be done. In the end, the success made it so nothing can piss on this night. David caressed Cass' body and placed her under the bed's sheets; she looked cold, faintest touches from his warm hands always got a response from the goosebumps.

David crawled under the blanket with her and held her close; she felt his encouragement, but it just felt weird with her asleep. Though that didn't stop William and Lyannah; they had some fun under the sheets too. Lyannah moaned like a possessed beast. She degraded William in the heat of the lovemaking.

Nothing was certain, though, most likely either a nice make-out session or general foreplay. It was weird watching. From David's side, they were sharing some love under the cover. Being human made it harder for David to interact with Cass; he just felt out of touch. A kiss on Cass' cheek is all he could spare. It was a long day after all.

Just then as the satisfaction of sleeping with loved ones was very warming, in their comfortable beds the moment was cut short once a passing N.C.R. Ranger opened the Barracks' doors and woke everyone up in a traditional military fashion. "Rise and shine, maggots!"

The passing chatter around the N.C.R. personnel flooding out the door made it hard to go back to sleep, as usual, Boone was wide awake in full uniform before David could even rub the crap from his eyes. With a bottle of water in hand, he was keen to start the day before the younger man.

Boone smiled. "Rise and shine sleepyhead."

David yawned. "Boone, you're killin' me."

"Okay. I'll just go on my own and do a few jobs around the Dam maybe. We'll meet up later."

"Yeah. Great… you go do that," David mumbled. Boone left the barracks, and David buried himself under the warm cover.

Today marked David's first week anniversary of being stranded in the miserable future, courtesy of the Nexus Transformer. David doubted he'd live the length he did; he was tempted to kill himself after the first day. He was glad he didn't. Just being around lovely people and the beautiful Cass, David was glad he reconsidered. At times he was beginning to enjoy his new life.

Cass rolled to David. "Morning luv."

"Morning." David kissed Cass. Life still finds a way to be good.

Cass got out of bed and headed to her locker. "New day ahead of us."

"I wonder what there's to do around here."

"We'll find something." Cass took her clothes from under her bed and got dressed. She slipped on her light blue jeans and old socks.

"I'm going to see the general today."

"Why?"

"He has some interesting stories. I want to hear them and learn more about the N.C.R."

"Guess I'll hang around with Boone." Cass buttoned on her white blouse and beige cardigan; it was too cold inside the Dam to leave them open. She slung her shotgun over her shoulder. "Have a nice day; we'll meet up later for something to eat."

"You can count on it."

"Don't have too much fun." Cass left the barracks.

David smiled. "I hate Saturdays." David hated every day of the week, only because there was a good reason to.

Under their bed was a small footlocker and an open space where Cass left her belongings open, didn't even bother putting them in the same footlocker. Inside was David's prototype armour, his weapons, meds and ammo. Cass' extra stuff was inside too, partially empty bottles of alcohol and some scraps of ammo. Didn't even have the decency to have any spare clothing or weapons. All she had was on her person.

After putting on his weathered armour, David assessed his munitions, that was something he needed to sort out. Shame his armour was getting damaged from the wear and tear, something needed to be done. Organised would be the key word in this situation. That will be something to do later; maybe something his father could help him with.

David decided to go to William and Lyannah's cubicle. They were fast asleep in their arms, after a musky smell it was certain that the two had sex the night before, must've saved the right moment to spend a beautiful moment together. Lyannah was gorgeous with her long flowing dark hair, and that smile she had was the one to hide many secrets.

Some were most likely the stuff of nightmares. William had a strong build with a sharp look of protection and care. A real gentleman, like the one who would protect the ones he loved and the few who can't defend themselves.

The way they held each other was very similar to the way he used to cuddle Sam once upon a time. Though they were far away from his period, and back then, he married her. And with kids, they didn't leave much time to behold.

It was just lovely to see love blooming in these times. Chivalry wasn't' so dead as David thought. It was cute seeing the tough-as-nails woman in bed, with a smile for a change. David left the lovebirds alone.