Hello again readers, I'm writing this chapter as soon I as I had finished the last one, now last chapter got saucy real quick, this one is going to be more focused on the BOS structure and past decisions, and how they affect the future, and there is probably not going to be a serious in depth scene like last time for a few chapters, although I have at least 2 more planned so far, most likely with 15 chapters. If u want more, feel free to review or PM me and simply ask, I will try to do what you all want whilst still following my original ideas,
Cheers.
Disclaimer: I obviously don't own fallout or any of the characters so far apart from Nathan, they all belong to Bethesda or Obsidian or something, cheers.
Where we left off…
Nathan's orgasm inside her, feeling him coat her walls turned her on to an impressive degree, her already overtaxed sex drive at an all time high, only a few more thrusts would get her there. His continued thrusts both surprised and completed Sarah, as she shattered around him, her mind falling back into the perfect darkness that only an event like this can cause. Her senses, now almost completely numb, still felt him inside, obsessed with making this last as long as possible for Sarah, letting her down gently, until she lay shivering with pleasure as she cuddled his chest.
"Perfect." was all she could manage to say…
Now onto the new chapter.
About 2:00pm
They both just laid there, unable to move in the face of what they had both just experienced, the most intimate either of them had ever been with another human. Before long, Nathan felt Sarah drift off into a peaceful slumber, her breasts rising and falling with her slow breaths, yet sleep eluded him. Worrying about the day ahead and what he would say to Elder Lyons, and more importantly, Sarah. He spent the hours in which Sarah left alternating between gazing at her face, framed by her golden locks, and pondering on how to approach the Elder without alienation his new-found relationship.
3 weeks prior
"How do I know what you're saying is true Ashur? That doesn't sound like the Brotherhood I know…"
"Exactly, they weren't always like that were they though Wanderer, we both know this to be true" boomed the deep, melancholic voice of the former Sentinal, "We swept through here with an iron fist, eliminating anything that could ever pose a threat, even those that couldn't. You don't believe my words?"
"No." Although the young wanderer could feel his trust slipping away from the Brotherhood, they could be ruthless, and didn't always do the moral thing, but genocide? Surely not.
"Fine, let me show you, then u will know the true face of the Brotherhood Of Steel" And with that got up, his old power armour clanking, his patchwork repairs doing little to hold it together. Ashur walked past Nathan and down a corridor with a set of double doors at the end, he didn't even look back, knowing I would follow to find the truth. As soon as the doors were opened, the acrid air of the Pitt hit my face like a sledgehammer, undeterred, the Lone Wanderer walked forwards onto a balcony overlooking a fenced square, about a quarter of a mile each way, he could see spent energy cells littering the all surfaces, yet what was most disturbing, was the myriad of mini-nuke craters, shadows forever stained onto the ground of the people that once stood, blackened husks were the sole inhabitants of the space, more dense as the fences drew closer, as if they were trying to escape something…
"What the fuck is this Ashur? What is that? What is any of this?"
"This Wanderer, is the real work of the Brotherhood, we lead all the civilians we could find into this cage, like animals to slaughter, yet that was exactly what we were going to do." Ashur muttered. "Those shapes you see are the remains of those that stood in that exact spot all those years ago, we couldn't afford the ammo to give each one a quick death, we had to be efficient, so we packed them in and used flamers, fatman launchers, Gatling lasers and miniguns. Now u see Wanderer…"
"NO!" yelled Nathan, drawing his sidearm and placing a round straight through Ashur's remaining eye. This can't be true, Lyon's needs to answer some serious questions.
Present
Nathan awoke to find Sarah looking at him with concern etched into her face, he could see her lips moving, saying something. Sounds began to filter back into his world.
"Wake up! Goddammit Nathan, wake up!" She was yelling at him, why, what had happened? He had no idea, not even realising that he' been asleep in the first place
"Hmm? What's the matter?"
"You were yelling, shouting about something call the Pitt."
"Ah, that nightmare, that's what I need to talk to your father about, it might be best if you were there as well, you should hear it." That seemed to placate her, at least for the time being.
"We may as well go and see him now then, get this over and done with" Sarah conceded, and with that, threw off the sheets and moves to collect her armour stored in the corner. Despite Nathan's worry about confronting her father, he still had time to appreciate the view as she bent over to pick up a shoulder pauldren from the floor. Sarah however, noticed the Wanderer's wandering eyes and put a certain amount of sway in her hips, earning a low moan from Nathan, now wishing more than anything else that they had time for another round. Yet duty calls, and he too reluctantly got out of bed, which in turn earned an admiring glance from Sarah, still impressed by his physique and size of other places…
Once both lovers were ready, suited in their respective power armour and Ranger armour, they left the Sentinal's room together, not caring who saw or what rumours circulated. The Wanderer's apprehension waned as he neared what he expected to be his last visit to the citadel, might as well make the most of it.
As Sarah prepared to knock on the Elder's door, Nathan in barely disguised fury simply kicked the door down, much to the surprise of Sarah, although, seemingly not to the Elder. To say Sarah was furious was an understatement, for the Wanderer to suddenly think that as they were now together, albeit barely at the moment, that he could disrespect her father like that. However the anger and hurt in Nathan's eye made her pause, a glance at her father, she saw nothing but sadness and acceptance. Now she was confused, a prepared to find out.
"Explain yourself. Now." The wanderer demanded in a dangerously low voice, one that made even Sarah hold her response for a second.
"What the fuck Nathan? What's going on?"
"It's okay Sarah, I'm surprised that it took him this long to react." Lyon's uttered under the withering glare of both his daughter and the Lone Wanderer.
"The Scourge, go on Owyn, tell your daughter what you did in the name of the Brotherhood. Tell her how many children you murdered. How many women you executed. How many fucking families you exterminated. Or are you going to leave that up to me?" The wanderer continued, betraying no evidence of the warmth that she had found in him earlier.
"It was the removal of vectors for a disease call the troglodyte degenerative syndrome, by removing the vectors-" Owyn began, suddenly looking very old and frail.
"Bullshit, you know what it was, Genocide. Plain old Genocide. Don't hide behind the codex this time." Interrupted the furious Wanderer.
"Father, is he right?" Asked an equally furious Sarah.
"What do you want me to say, to continue to deny we did any wrong, we weren't always like this" Owyn know he couldn't deny it any longer, the wanderer obviously knew the whole story, to argue anymore would just increase the schism between them.
At this acceptance, the Wanderer looked on in disgust and simply left, slamming what was left of the door. Leaving Sarah alone with her father, refusing to meet her pitiful gaze.
"How could you do this to us? Your brothers, your family, how could it be worth it?" Sarah whispered. Upon receiving no response, she turned her back and followed the Lone Wanderer. Leaving the room, she searched frantically for his face, only catching a glimpse as he headed towards the gate, calling his name, trying to get his attention before he managed to leave. It was then she saw the throng of paladins and knights raise their weapons at a solitary figure, holding his 44. magnum revolver to the temple of one of the guards. Sarah thought as though he looked ready to fight out of the citadel, in doing do, ensuring his death. She called out one last time, hoping against hope to halt what was mere seconds away from happening.
"Nathan!"
The wanderer eyes immediately softened at her appearance, although he did not remove his weapon.
"Nathan please stop, I'm coming with you."
His eyes widened as silence fell over the court and heads began to turn and mutter, most along the lines of what had happened to cause the Wanderer to become so hostile, and take the Sentinal along with him.
Sarah saw Glade, her closest friend stare in shock at this revelation, the betrayal in his eyes was evident, shaking her to her core, but she must remain steadfast, she couldn't stay here anymore, not now.
"Open the gate" Sarah ordered and the Wanderer finally pointed 'blackhawk' towards the floor. And that they did, her brothers looking on in shock as their leader walked out, unsure of her return
They left, walking between her family into the unknown, hearing the great gate close behind them, cutting off their return, at least for now. Nathan looked at Sarah with compassionate and understanding eyes. Knowing how hard it must have been for her to leave behind everything she's ever known for him.
"Thank you, but you didn't have to-" Was all he managed to get out before a flame lit in her eyes.
"DIDN'T HAVE TO WHAT NATHAN!" SAVE YOUR LIFE FROM MY FAMILY, STOP YOU FROM KILLING YOURSELF, AND LEAVING EVERYTHING BEHIND? LEAVING ME BEHIND?" She started angry, but it had dissolved into racking sobs. "I couldn't live without you, not after last night…That meant something"
Nathan was in equal parts shocked and flattered by that, maybe something good can come out of this clusterfuck of mistakes. All he could do was hold her close as the sobs overtook her body, the events of the past few hours draining her of all will to keep it bottled up. So he waited, and waited some more, until she was ready, he would wait, it was the least that he could do.
It was hours until she was ready to leave, he didn't complain, anytime holding onto her was a bonus to him, he wasn't sure how many more times he would be able. The cancer that was eating him alive didn't leave much to the imagination, very few things in the pre-war world could save him, let alone 200 years later. He decided then, that he would cherish every moment with her until his dying breath. However long that may be.
The Following Day
Sarah woke up in an unfamiliar building to the sound of racking coughs, the sort that caused pain to those that even heard it. She sat up looking for the source, and saw Nathan, doubled over, coughing up what looked like blood into a bucket. She rushed over to him, apparently surprising him, which surprised her even more. He was famed for his almost supernatural senses, so that her, still in power armour being undetected must mean something was seriously wrong.
"Nathan? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I'm fine." Was the replay, not even turning to look at her.
"No, you're not. Are you ill?"
"I'm fine, please leave it, ok?
Sarah was not happy at this, was he ill? It sure looked like it, and it looked serious if her poor medical knowledge was anything to go by, or maybe he was just injured. That'll be it she tried to tell herself, although she knew it was a lie.
This went on for several days, his movement becoming slower and slower, each rest taking longer and longer. He thought he had longer than this, the doctors thought maybe another 3 months, then again, he knew he hadn't exactly be avoiding danger and radiation like the doctors advised.
Until inevitably, just outside megaton, he collapsed, unable to get beck up, his last view of Sarah's beautiful face fraught with worry before it all faded to darkness.
Sarah saw him fall, as he had done countless times before, yet every time she asked, it was always the same answer, 'he's fine'. However, the lack of movements that followed began to worry her, he always got up, maybe with a little help, but he always did, apart from now. His eyes were already closing as she got to him, trying to shake him back to consciousness, yet all she did failed. With the tendrils of despair not firmly rooted into her mind, she half carried, half stumbled into Megaton, recognising the Wanderer, directed her to Doc Church's, all the while begging him to stay with her.
The rusted medical bay was nothing but delightful compared to the Doc's manner, at least until he learnt both who he was dealing with, and what was wrong with him. The near simultaneous discovery turned the man a shade of white usually reserved for death.
At which he approached her "Did he know?"
"Did he know what?"
"Cancer, severe, very severe. Surprised he isn't already dead to be honest."
As soon as the word cancer had been mention, everything else became white noise for Sarah, purely focusing on the shallow and gaunt face lying on the table, dead to the world, which so recently had been full of passion and vigour, now no hints of that could be found anywhere. She broke down crying, the man she loved, the man she had given up everything for was days away from a painful and invisible death.
How can someone deal with this, the Brotherhood had taught her to protect her friends against enemies she could see, not those that are all but impossible to find and defend against.
The doctor was still speaking, she heard a snippet of something important, she's sure.
"…-his only hope is to fine something with a very advanced medical facility or robot, I'm afraid there isn't one in the capitol wasteland I'm afraid."
Yes there is, his home, the vault, they must have some high-tech stuff in there. That's it, that's what she'll do, get him into the vault.
2 Hours Later
This was it then, the giant steel cog in front of her, emblazoned with the number 101. This is where a legend was raised, and where he will be saved, he has to be saved, she simply couldn't live without him anymore. Her last chance, she looked up at the camera placed above the door…
"Please, Nathan needs help, medical help. You're the only place that can save him, please…"Her formally steady voice wavered as she neared the end of her plea, breaking down into tears as nothing happened. Simply lying down next to the dying Wanderer, apologising and sobbing into his shoulder that she couldn't save him.
*klaxon blaring*
She sat up, was it the vault? Or just one of her mind's tricks? But no, the giant cog rolled aside with a painful screech, leaving the entrance clear apart from one woman with dark hair stood at the threshold.
"Nathan…" she whispered.
Hello readers, I'm not entirely sure about the first half of this chapter, I seemed just off to me, pleases let me know what you thought in a review. This chapter was difficult to write as I hadn't planned on it being a long chapter, but there were so many events that needed to happen to tie everything together.
Changes:
I made the vaults more advanced than they are in the game and vault 101 being a very medically advanced vault
The LW's cancer, both caused by radiation and speeded up by the constant exposure, the LW's rapid onset of the cancer is because of the large amount of time he spends irradiated, more than almost anyone else
Sarah was obviously not aware of the scourge, instead being with those BOS members that were moved away during the event
I wanted the lone wanderer to seem a bit more human than a lot of other fanfics, where he is almost immortal and whatnot, so his succumbing to cancer, and being forced to rely on Sarah is my way of doing that
That's all and be ready for a bit of both jealously and smut next chapter as Sarah meets amata, and finds out what is happening with Nathan.
Cheers