THE HOUSE ALWAYS WINS
"This is just the start, you see. This where it all begins."
Mr. House's words rang in Gabriela Lopez's ears as the securitrons escorted her back to the Strip. The lights of their monitors illuminated the Mojave, the moon rising above it. It was the last night of an old order, and with the dawn would come a new world.
More than once, she had run into retreating NCR soldiers. They glared death at her, but dared not make a move to harm her. She had maintained good relations with the NCR at House's request, and many of them had been foolishly thinking she was working on behalf of the NCR at the Second Battle of Hoover Dam. The truth only became apparent when General Oliver announced the evacuation of Hoover Dam over the radio, sounding like he had been punched in the gut while he did it.
"There's House's bitch."
"You stole the fucking Dam from us!"
"If those robots weren't there…"
She paid the jeers no mind. Like Mr. House, she was interested in progress, and the NCR stood in the way. As had the Brotherhood.
The Brotherhood…
"YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
"Veronica, please-"
"YOU KILLED MY FAMILY! You used me to get to them! You…you're fucking DEAD!"
The securitrons had gunned her down as soon as she raised her fists.
She shook her head, attempting to clear the cobwebs from her mind. It would not do to be distracted tonight, not when there was so much to discuss. The Brotherhood and Veronica were gone, and there was no use crying over it now.
Gabriela reflected that it was a shame Veronica had not been born into another faction of the post-apocalyptic world.
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MR. HOUSE: Gabriela. Welcome back.
GABRIELA: Good to be back, sir. That went well, don't you think?
MR. HOUSE: Indeed. I'm glad you had the good sense to remain in my employ. I wasn't blind to the offers you received from others. A lesser person might have attempted to use Yes Man to assume control of the Strip, rather than reporting it to me.
GABRIELA: The thought never crossed my mind.
MR. HOUSE: I find that hard to believe. I did not live this long without hiring more than a few miscreants who thought they could double-cross me. Loyalty is a…very rare trait, indeed.
GABRIELA: I think you've earned it, honestly.
MR. HOUSE: How so?
[pause.]
GABRIELA: I couldn't wreck two centuries of planning. Not when I agree with your vision for the resurrection of the human race. Plus, who wants to do all the work of running everything when I can just smoke weed in the Lucky 38?
MR. HOUSE: Your penchant for recreational drugs remains a concern, but one I can look past given your competency. Moving on…I think it's time we discuss my plans for the renovation of the rest of New Vegas, starting with Freeside.
GABRIELA: Straight to business, even after victory?
MR. HOUSE: But of course. There is still so much that needs to be done.
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A/N: If you want a detailed breakdown of a post-victory House scenario in the short term, check out commandocumber's excellent fanfic Pro Posterus.