There's so much about this that I would change if I could, but now I can only just go from where I am. Ah well. No sex in this one, sorry. Just mostly actual story development.

Two weeks.

Those words sounded in her brain every time she tried to think up a plan. He had said two weeks. But what if the battle happened sooner and he was giving her a false sense of security? If the battle was in one week, he could convince her to take up more time than she had. She might not even be ready by then.

She had sent Arcade to discuss things with the remnants of the Enclave, and Veronica to the Boomers, wearing the clothes they had given Six to ensure she or her friends wouldn't get shot. They had liked Vero the last time Six had been there. They appreciated how knowledgeable she was.

Cass had volunteered to head to Red Rock Canyon. She wanted to take out that, "Bullshit Band of Bastards" as she had renamed the Legion. Six had wondered how long Cass had worked on that one.

Boone was going to talk to the NCR and inform them of the intel, as well as making sure that they knew it could be false.

Lily had the task of scouting out the Fort, stealthed, to make sure the troops didn't leave early.

Raul kept an eye on Cottonwood Cove.

And finally, Six and Veronica had discussed who would talk to the Brotherhood. They had decided that it would have to be Six. Six had saved the entire bunker and was the first to join from the outside. Mcnamera had taken somewhat of a liking to her and would be more likely to help if he knew he was helping Six personally as a fellow leader.

The Casino was nearly empty, and Six was in the Lucky 38, packing. Boone was packing as well, getting ready to stop in at the embassy, and then report to the Dam itself.

"So..." Six began, "Do you even think it's a good plan?" She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth and began nibbling on it anxiously.

Boone eyed her nervous gesture, shaking his head and moving to her gun cabinet, selecting the right type of ammo he would need. "I think it's a hell of a better plan than anyone else has come up with," He admitted. "You're even more prepared than the NCR themselves," He murmured, before tossing the ammo into his bag and zipping it up. He was done packing. He threw his pack over his shoulder and picked up his rifle, then hesitated for a while. "Thanks," He finally grunted before heading straight for the elevator.

"Be safe," She called after him, remembering again why she liked him in the first place.

The sound of the elevator doors opening and closing were the last things she heard before the suite was silent again. Things had been awkward with her and Boone ever since they had gotten drunk together and fucked. It hadn't gone well.

She sighed and stuffed another shirt into her pack, which rested on her desk in the corner.

Then she felt an arm around her waist and another around her shoulders where a hand clapped over her eyes.

There was the feeling of being yanked backwards until there was a rough jostle and a slight swaying of the bed where her assailant held her, tightly.

She immediately clawed furiously at the hand around her eyes, turning her head and trying to bite the arm connected to it.

A warm breath on her neck and a sharp pain on her shoulder met her in response as whoever it was bit into her. She screamed and thrust her elbows backwards and then felt herself being flipped and the weight of another body pressed into her back. The hand over her eyes moved, shoving her face into the mattress instead, fingers fisted into her hair. She struggled to breath through the blankets and still tried to writhe away from the heavy weight pinning her down.

"I've missed you, Courier," Came a cool voice.

She could hear the grin in his tone and immediately stopped moving.

He rolled off of her and she bolted up, glaring fiercely at Vulpes, as his shoulders shook with quiet laughter.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She snarled, leaping off the bed the rest of the way and standing over him angrily.

"You had your guard down. It was too easy."

"You fucking bit me!" She protested, her hand moving to the bleeding wound by her neck and she winced when she touched it.

"I think it looks good on you." He stood up and stepped towards her. "Here, let me help." He gently brought his arms around her waist and pulled her in close, where he bent down to lick her neck clean of blood and sucked gently on the wound.

"Ow," She hissed.

He stopped and moved his lips away from her wound, lips grazing her pulse as she shivered. She instinctively wanted to relax into him, but she knew that if she did, she would melt under him and he would have his way with her. Again.

"No," She murmured, pushing at his chest and trying to step away.

He tightened his arms around her.

"Please," She grumbled. "I need to talk to you."

He sighed and loosened his grip, but didn't let her go completely. He just let her pull away a few inches so that they could look each other in the eyes.

"I-," She began, then cleared her throat. "I don't... I need to know what the hell it is that you're trying to do."

He raised an eyebrow, a hand moving up under her shirt to stroke her waist.

"Stop," She murmured. "I'm trying to talk to you."

He grinned and stilled his hand, but didn't move it away. "You're going to need to be more specific "

"Why would you give me intel about the Dam and act as if you want me to defeat the Legion? I don't trust you at all."

"With the new knowledge that Caesar is dying, there is no point in my staying in the ranks. If it's all going to fail, I'd rather everything I was a part of go in a glorious battle with the one woman who is worthy."

"Kiss ass," She hissed. "How do I know you haven't actually told all of my plans to everyone in the Legion and I'm just gonna be fucked come the day of the battle? How do I know the battle isn't planned for when you said it is?"

He smirked, moving one hand to trace gently over her lips. "I'm glad that you're not some idiot, foolish enough to trust me just because of your feelings for me."

"I don't have any feelings for you," She growled, jerking her head back, trying to regain control of the situation. "I just like fucking you."

A dark look passed over his eyes and he shoved her backwards onto the bed and positioned his body over hers. "Liar," He murmured, pulling her in close and gently running a hand through her hair.

For an instant, fear had shot through her body, but she instantly relaxed as he held her. He flipped them onto their sides and gently stroked the back of her neck, occasionally smoothing down her hair. The smell of him was familiar by now, and she quietly breathed it in, hoping he wouldn't notice. Her eyes closed as he pulled her tighter, not saying anything as he embraced her.

She must have dozed off, because the next thing she remembered was being woken by Vulpes nibbling on her ear.

"Wha-?" She groaned groggilly.

"You still have things to do," He reminded her, sitting up and gently coaxing her into a seated position too. He got up and moved away, and she could hear him moving about in the kitchen.

She swung her legs over the edge of the bed and moved to check the time on her pipboy.

She had wanted to leave around ten in the morning, but it was now noon. She felt the tenderness on her shoulder where Vulpes had bit her and rubbed at it, becoming irritated all over again. She knew he was a violent lover, and he had bitten her before, the first time, but she still hadn't expected him to still do that. It hurt to even move her arm. Shooting would be even more difficult.

A dark chuckle sounded from the doorway and Vulpes strode towards her. "Here," he said as he handed her a nuka cola, then leaned forward to gently kiss the wound she had been rubbing. "You need to wake up. Are you done packing?"

She gulped down a few swallows of the soda. "I might need to pack some more medical supplies to make sure I don't contract any diseases from this bite," She grumbled, getting to her feet.

He smirked.

"Other than that, yeah, I'm packed. You gonna let me leave now?" She fixed him with a glare which he only found amusing.

"Yes, I'm ready for us to go."

"Us?"

"I've been here for a while, waiting for your friends to all leave and give me some time alone with you. I also heard that you're going to be visiting the leader of the Brotherhood, someone who has taken a liking to you. I need to make sure he knows his place."

"Wow, I never pegged you as the jealous type."

He reached under her bed and pulled out his own pack, which she hadn't realized he had stashed there. She wondered how long it had been there. "Oh, I'm very possessive, Courier. I'm not going to let anyone else touch you."

She bit the insides of her cheeks, forcing her face to be neutral, but she shivered, a little terrified at the note of determination in his voice. "Well, you're stalking me, hiding in my apartment, and now you're making threats to anyone that comes near me. That's kind of creepy."

He didn't smirk this time and fixed her with a cold, irritated look. "Let's go. And by the way, I'm going to punish you for your attitude later."