(Edit) Chapter 2 - The Places We Could Go

It was currently night in the Mojave, and the full moon shined its rays onto the cold desert sands once more. John was currently outside Doc Mitchell's house sitting on his porch, a bottle of whiskey in his hand, and his eyes on the full moon. It has been a good few hours ever since Glynda awoke, and everything wasn't as peachy as he had hoped.

For one, even though she received no memory loss from trauma, she wasn't able to give John the answers he was looking for. She didn't know him at all, nor has she met him before the night they were both shot. That was a big let down in his book, but there was more pressing matters at hand. For one, even though Glynda is completely fine physically, and hopefully mentally, she still has one huge dilemma. What is her problem? Well how about the fact that she is not from Earth, but from another world altogether.

Now John wouldn't say it out loud, but he would be lying in thinking she was crazy when she began to talk about this Remnant. Mystical soul powers, everything being powered by this thing called Dust, and evil creatures of darkness called Grimm. It sounded like something from an old children's tale, but John believed it. Now John wasn't exactly someone who could just read a person like a pre war book, but he could still tell when someone was lying or not and Glynda's face the whole time she told her story showed no lies.

Speaking of Glynda, John tore his eyes away from the moon, he turned his attention to Glynda, who was standing outside the picket fence around the docks front yard. She had changed out of the black and grey undergarments and was now wearing the old vault 13 jumpsuit Doc Mitchell gave him when he first woke up. John decided he didn't need it since he had his leather armour on, but still kept the suit just in case. Luckily the vault jumpsuits were unisex, and had a one size fits all adjustment.

John just sighed to himself as he got up from his spot on the porch and walked over towards Glynda. She was still entranced by the moon that she never heard the sound of the gravel breaking from beneath his feet as he walked. He stopped walking as he found himself right behind her, the fence the only thing keeping them apart. He leaned forward over the fence and looked over to her face.

"You know I don't think standing out here and staring at the moon is really all that healthy."

John saw her eyes blink out of confusion before she turned her head to face John, who smiling at her, hoping to try and comfort her a bit. He knew she didn't take the news of being in a new world very well. At first she didn't believe it, saying it was nothing but rubbish, and going on about some place called Vacuo. But slowly she began to accept the fact after going out in Goodsprings.

The minute she saw a bullhorn he saw her eyes go wide as dinner plates. The sight of the foreign sands that were all faded and full of mutated plants, the sight of the town of Goodsprings itself was good enough proof as well. Though her biggest surprise and evidence of being in a new world was the moon. The minute she saw it, she couldn't take her eyes off it.

That is until now.

Glynda just stared at john for a second, before realizing he was waiting for a response.

"I apologize. It's just that this is something I would have never thought I would see."

"What do you mean?" John asked.

Glynda just turned her head and motioned to the moon in the sky, John looking at it with his own.

"Well it's just that from where I'm from the moon isn't even full. About half of it is broken and shattered."

John felt his eyes go wide a bit as he turned to face Glynda, a look doubt appearing on his face. He wasn't much of a sciency man so to say, but he was pretty sure having a broken moon would be terrible for the planet.

"Isn't that bad for the planet?" He asked.

"No, why would it be?"

"Well… Never mind."

There was a quiet awkward moment of silence in between them, and Glynda swore she saw a tumbleweed go by right in front of them.

"Anyway, I was just coming to check up on you. You looked so out of it today." John said trying to break the silence.

"It's nothing, I was just thinking about my world I guess, thinking of a way to get home." Glynda said.

"Any ideas so far?"

"No, nothing."

"Well look at the bright side, you're alive and that's all that matters right now."

"I guess you are correct, it's just, everything seems to unreal to accept. I'm stuck in some foreign world ravished by a war over 200 years ago, and humanity is still suffering from its tole. Poisoned food and water, war, raiders, and mutants that from what I hear could be on par with the Grimm, or maybe even worse," Glynda said with her head low "It all just seems like some sort of wicked dream I'm desperately hoping to wake up from."

She then held her head up and began staring at the moon again before continuing

"When I look at the moon above me, I have this little feeling inside that the next time I blink, it will be the same moon I always looked up to for all my life, as broken as it is this world."

There was a moment of silence for a minute, and the two said nothing to each other as Glynda went back to staring at the moon, and John looked at her with a thinking expression. He needed to find a way to help her out, and he believed he had an idea.

"Do you have any idea of how you could get home?" He asked.

"No, as of right now I haven't the slightest idea." She replied.

"Well I mean, you could come with me."

Glynda was surprised by his answer, and blinked. Did she hear him right? She once again tore her face away from the moon to gaze over at him.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"I said you could always come with me," John said. "Look, as far as the two of us go were pretty much lost in a world we are not familiar with. You being from a whole new world, and me losing all previous memories of this place. We both have no idea what is out there and our best bet is that we stick together."

"You're saying we should team up?"

"Exactly. I know our goals are different, I want to find the guy who put us in that grave and get myself some answers and a little bit of payback, and you want to go back to home. We both can agree that standing in this town and waiting will accomplish nothing, and there might be a chance you could find some way back on the road with me. It's a long shot yes, but it's better than nothing. I know you have a lot on your plate already, but i'm just trying to offer what little help I can think of. Besides, what other option do you have at the moment?"

He was right. They both had zero to nothing in terms of information, and it would so some good for both of them to team up together. True the odds of finding a way back were slim, but he was also right that the only other options were stay here in this town, or god forbid going out in the wasteland alone. But there was something off that made Glynda hesitant about this, and that was what John was after. Sure he said he wanted answers, but there was one thing she felt he cared about most, revenge.

Based on what she heard of this world, it was a post apocalyptic nightmare. Mutant monsters, raiders, slavers, ongoing war between factions and plenty more slices of hell brought upon the earth. True her huntress instincts were telling her to bring justice to the man that put her in that grave, but there was no law here other than the NCR, which from her perspective is a just the Atlas military, only corrupt as hell. On remnant she could go to the police and they could at least do something to help, the NCR probably wouldn't bat an eye and go on their merry crusade against this so called Legion. So was John going to only get some answers, or return the favor to the man who shot them, and put a bullet in between his eyes? Nothing was stopping him, and no one would care if he did minus her.

She didn't want to follow a man who would go so far only to kill another in the name of justice .

See him behind bars yes, but not kill.

"I… I will have to think about it." She said.

John only looked in her eyes and saw that she was having a mental discussion with herself. She probably had one too many things on her plate as it is.

"Alright, but if you decide to come with me I'm leaving tomorrow a bit after six," John said "But anyhow, I believe we should get some shut eye if anything."

"I agree," Glynda said as she stood straight up and walked back inside, "Oh and John, thank you, I needed that talk."

With that said, Glynda walked inside Doc Mitchell's house and went to bed, leaving John alone with his thoughts. He turned his gaze back to the full moon above him, and gave one final sigh before walking inside himself.

The next day, John awoke from his sleep as he felt the light from the sun leak into the room through the cracks in the boarded window. Slowly his eyes began to open and adjust to the light, and his body began to move and stretch out as he stood up from his spot on the couch. He checked his pip-boy for the time and saw that it was currently 5:45 AM.

'Time to leave' He thought.

John did a quick check on his inventory to see if he was missing or forgetting anything before he left, but found everything in check. His weapons with enough ammo to last a good while, and enough food and water for a few days. Before he decided to leave however, he made a quick stop over to the guest bedroom where Glynda was staying. He found himself in front of the door, and knocked three times. A couple seconds passed and nothing happened so he knocked again, but he was met with silence.

"She left a while a go." A voice called out from behind.

John looked back to see Doc Mitchell standing behind him, a bottle of water in his hands.

"Did she tell you where she was going?" John asked.

"Nah, she just got up and left a good hour ago. I asked if she wanted to wait for ya, but she just left."

'So she made her choice.'

John didn't know why, but he felt a bit saddened by the fact that Glynda didn't want to join him on his little manhunt for answers. Though he couldn't fully blame her. She probably thinks this is all just about him finding answers and nothing more. True he really wanted answers, but he also wanted to help her out a bit too.

With a heavy sigh, John thanked the Doctor once more for all he had done to help him, and promptly left. The sun bared down on his back as he walked down the road out of Goodsprings, the occasional citizen giving him a friendly wave which he would return. He looked towards the Saloon once to see Pete sitting in his chair smoking a pipe. He gave him a quick nod that he returned, knowing Pete was giving him his silent wish for luck.

John turned to face the road that led out of Goodsprings, his next step to hopefully finding answers. The road that he will have to walk alone.

"And where do you think you are going mister?" A familiar voice called out.

John turned to the right to see someone approaching him, two people in fact. The first he recognized as Sunny walking with her dog, rifle in hand. The second however made John widen his eyes. It was Glynda. She looked a bit worn out and covered in a bit of dust, and she was carrying a laser pistol by her side, and the vault suit she wore now had armour padding.

"Glynda? I thought you left." John said in confusion.

"I apologize for the inconvenience, but I just wanted to get a head start on our day." She said, causing John to raise his brow.

"Excuse me?"

"She wanted some help getting use to the wilds," Sunny said explaining the situation "So she came down to the saloon asking for help learning the basics of the wasteland, so like I did with you, I showed her how to shoot, fight mutant creatures and work a campfire. Granted I'm not the best with energy weapons, it's still a gun. She did some pretty fancy shooting back there though, swore she was some sort of ranger for a second. Plus she is pretty handy when it comes to putting stuff together at a campfire. I also got Chet to put some armour on her vault suite."

"A Huntress must always be prepared for anything, I wanted to be as ready as possible for our trip."

John was a bit surprised with her answer, did she just say our trip.

"It is as you said to me last night. We both are in the same boat and have no idea what is out there, so we best stick together. I may not know if I will ever go back home, but you were right in saying that I should at least try something, so I decided to come with you," Glynda said, before the stoic face was replaced with a smile. "Besides, I wouldn't be lying if I wanted to give that man who shot us a little piece of my mind."

John felt a smile come across his lips as Glynda finished speaking. He would be lying in saying that he would have missed having someone to travel with. He felt relieved that she agreed to come with him.

"Well I'm glad you decided to come, I thought you left on your own when I woke up. I was a bit worried."

"You were worried about me?" Glynda asked with a raised eyebrow, not noticing Sunny smugly smiling behind her.

"Well yeah. Huntress or not, this world is still full of dangers we have no idea of, far more dangerous than gekkos."

Glynda felt a small smile graced her lips, and felt a bit happy that John seemed to care about here. She may be a full fledged Huntress from Beacon who could take on the forces of Grimm, but it was still nice to know that people cared.

"I assure you I can take care of myself, but it's nice to know you care."

It was a nice moment between the two, and Sunny swore she saw a little hint of pink on Glynda's face. Oh boy here she goes.

"Aw look at you two, going all fuzzy on each other like some young couple."

John sighed at the teasing words of sunny, while Glynda felt a blush coming on her face, and turned her head to avoid being seen.

"I hate you Sunny." John said flatly.

"No you don't."

John only shook his head and smiled. He went over to Sunny and gave her a hug and pat on the back.

"You take care of yourself know you hear?" She said to him.

"With what you showed me I don't need luck, and give Trudy my regards," John said as he bent down to give Cheyenne a pat on the head. "Take care girl."

*Bark Bark*

John got up from his spot and turned to face Glynda, who was standing behind him waiting to move on.

"You ready to go?" He asked, receiving a nod from Glynda.

"Of course, let us move on."

John let a small smile grow on his face, and took the first step towards what would no doubt be a rather bizarre adventure, with Glynda in tow. Sunny watched as the two walked off in the distance, eventually becoming nothing but a blur.

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