"Freddie!" Butch said from were he stood behind me.

The man in front of me smiled as he walked past me and into my house.

I blinked and turned, watching Butch and the newcomer talk like clucking chicken. "Wait… Freddie Gomez?"

"What's up short stuff?" Freddie asked with a smirk.

I sighed. "Yep, defiantly Freddie Gomez. What the hell are you doing here Freddie?" I asked.

"Butch invited me."

" 'Course…. You know he cant stay here Butch, there is no room."

Butch raised a finger as he began to talk.

"No… he cant not stay in Charon's Room, or Gobb's room." I said, knowing what he was going to say." You guys can rent rooms up at Moriartys because you will most likely go that way anyway."

"Moriarty's?" Freddie asked, looking at Butch for clarification.

"Butch smirked. "The bar."

"Oh… well lets go there then, Short stuff has her panties in a twist anyway."

"Before you go Freddie, I want you to meet my friend Gobb." I said as I placed my hand on Gobbs shoulder.

The look on Freddie's face was priceless, though how he tried to play iy off was funnier. Butch also saw the look on his face and hurried him out the door, closing it as Dogmeat came back in.

Someone you knew from the vault?" Gobb asked.

"Yeah..."

"Well if you knew him, why didn't you recognize him at first?"

"He just looked different." I said as I scrubbed the dinner dishes.

Gob stacked the dishes on the shelf before going upstairs. "I'll be right back."

I watched him walk upstairs then disappear into his room then return moments later with a bottle.

"Whiskey?"

"Yeah, bought it with my last payment from Colin. I think you could use a shot or four."

I smiled. "One is fine, whiskey is a little strong for my liking."

Gobb poured a shot for each of us.

"Thanks Gobb, your a great friend." I said lifting my shot.

He nodded. "You to." he said before downing his shot. "Well... now I think I'm off to bed, Gotta work early. Jericho is escorting a shipment in."

I took my shot and made a face like I had bitten into a extra sour lemon. "Okay Gobb, I'll see you tomorrow."

He nodded then walked back to his room. "Night."

"Night." I said standing, walking to the door and opening it. "Dogmeat stay." was all I said before stepping out and closing the dorr behind me. I climbed onto the roof at the front of the house, using the ladder Fawkes and I put up.

As I sat on the cold roof I tucked my summer dress under me and took off my shoes, because all I needed was to stumble and fall off the roof and die because I was wearing heels, yup exactly what I needed.

I stared at my toes for a while then up at the sky, it wasn't to cold out but it wasn't exactly warm either. "I should have brought my sweater.." I said quietly before I started cleaning my nails with the little pick I always kept in my dress pocket.

A hour or so passed and I had passed cleaning my nails and moved onto cleaning my toe nails before putting my pick away. "To dark now... good way to get hurt." I said to myself quietly before looking at the ladder I was sure I saw move.

Moments later it shook again and what sounded like a mans voice came from below. So I stood and walked to the edge of the roof were the ladder was and looked over the edge. "Hello?"

"Emily?" The voice asked in a louder tone.

"Yeah... hang on, I'll come down there." I said before I went back to were I was sitting and grabbed my shoes then returned to the ladder and climbed down it.

"What the hell were you doing up there?" the man asked.

"Looking at the stars... here we can talk inside its lighter in there." I said opening the door ans stepping in then closing it behind my new guest.

"When did the ladder go up?" he asked.

"Week or so ago." I said, this person I for sure knew, his tone of voice was all to familiar, but this voice I remembered... without skin. I gaped at the man who as now sitting on a chair near my bed. "Charon!"

He looked at me with a smirk. "I was wondering how long it would take you to figure it out." he said taking the Lincolns Repeater off his back and placing it on the table as he stood.

I looked at the man in front of me for a moment before nearly clearing my bed to get to him and wrapped my arms around his neck and squeezing him tight.

Charon placed him hands on my arms gently. "I missed you to Emily, but your squeezing the life out of me."

I smiled. "Sorry." I said before letting go.

He smiled again and ran his fingers through my hair. "This is new..."

"Well so is this." I said running my hand up the back of his neck and into his new dark reddish brown hair, it was shortish but thick, a lot thicker then mine was that was for sure. "I like it, its soft."

"I like yours, got it cut and kept it down just like you said."

We stood in silence for a while as I took in Charons new look. His new hair was messy and some spots were longer than others but it still looked good, His skin was a shade darker then mine and it was still warm like I remembered, his eyes were still foggy but I guess not everything about being a ghoul went away and That was fine with me.

"So I'm a asshole?" Charon asked quirking a eyebrow.

"Huh?"

"In that note you left me, you said I was a asshole for not telling you what I was planning." He said smirking.

"Well it was kind of a asshole thing to do. But I should have known."

Charon nodded and I could tell something was bothering him.

"I have something of yours." I said, walking away from Charon and opening one of the the lockers by the front door.

'If your trying to give me my contract again you can forget about it, I'm not taking it back." he said folding his arms over his chest.

"It's not your contract." I said pulling his shotgun out of the locker and holding it close to my chest as I closed the door and turned around. "This is what I wanted to give you." I said holding it out in front of me.

He gave me a crooked half smile as he reached out and took his shotgun back.

"I kept it safe and well cared for."

"I knew you would, thanks."

I nodded. " 'Course."

I watched Charon look over his combat shotgun, like he had finally found a missing piece of him, but there was something still... off. Maybe I was just used to seeing him as a ghoul or maybe I was just imagining things.

"So... obviously it went well seems how you are standing here." I said sitting on my large heart-shaped bed.

"For the most part. But this is as good as it gets." he said sitting on a chair.

"What do you mean?"

"Well obviously I'm still not totally human again, I still have the typical ghoul eyes but that doesn't matter, its not like anyone can tell right away. And radiation doesn't have a negative effect on me like it would on you." he said, putting his elbows on his knees.

"Does it still heal you?" I asked.

"Only extremely high levels of it.. or radioactive waste to I guess. But m,y skin doesn't flake off my hair doesn't fall out and so on and so on."

Nodding I took off my shoes. "I see. Are you going to tell me whats bothering you yet?" I said looking at him again.

He hesitated for a moment, like he was trying to put his words together properly. "We have a slight problem... with the Brotherhood."