After asking around, she finally found him. Vulpes had settled down to get something to drink and was seated in a corner of the dining room.

The chair scraped obnoxiously against the floor as she pulled it out and took a seat next to him.

"That took a while," He growled, sipping at his drink.

"I gave him more details of the plan."

"I don't see why I needed to be out of the room for that." His mood was even more sour than it had been after their talk earlier during the day. Right after they had had sex.

"Vulpes, seriously. What's up? Nothing happened between Nolan and I. Did I do something wrong? Are you just jealous?"

His eyes were cold as usual. "No, that's not..." He sighed. "It doesn't matter. I'm sorry." The words tumbled out and he shoved the beer towards her. "Want some?"

She took a sip and carefully set the bottle back down.

"He thinks you're my boyfriend."

Vulpes chuckled. "Good. That makes things easier in a way."

She marveled at how he looked when he genuinely smiled.

"We just have to worry about your friends."

She nodded, staring at a speck on the table. They fell silent as someone walked past their table.

"You know," She began carefully. "When you said you didn't have anything to lose by being on my side, did you mean it?" Her hopeful eyes looked into his guarded ones and he looked away.

"There's no going back after all of this. So, yes. I meant it. There's nothing for me in the Legion. Even if it weren't for our... relationship. Things could work better for me here, even without that."

She smiled gently. "So, there's going to come a day when you have to reveal yourself to my friends anyway..."

His eyes narrowed. "Meeting them before I've even proven my loyalty could end badly." He laughed bitterly. "I can just picture your sniper running to the NCR and warning them that the Legion has corrupted the acting head of New Vegas and not to trust you anymore..." He stopped and a sharp look crossed his face. "Does he even know of your plan to betray the NCR?"

She shook her head.

Vulpes threw back his head and laughed. "Imagine him finding out. You're going to disappoint him a million times over compared to how much he disappointed you."

She felt like she had been hit in the stomach. "What?"

"Oh come now, you think I haven't read your journal?"

She stood up angrily. "You-!" She took a breath and glared. "Don't ever do that again."

He shook his head, keeping his face carefully neutral. "Relax, sit down. You don't want to cause a scene."

She glanced around. A few people had glanced over but lost interest when she sat back down.

"I won't read it again if that's your wish. This was when I was still getting a feel for you. After our first time... Well, you lost all hostility and enjoyed everything I did to you. I found it intriguing and decided to learn more about you. That's what made me decide to keep coming around. Don't worry. I'm not going to judge you for your private thoughts. I grew fond of the person underneath all your armor. Metaphorically and literally." He grinned.

She wondered if this was his first beer or not. "So, you don't care about Boone?"

"No. But mostly because you didn't plan to ever let him disappoint you again."

She blushed. "Yeah, well..."

"The only thing that concerned me was that you described the Elder as, 'wise and calm yet strong and handsome'."

She choked out a cough.

"So long as you don't act on it, though. I don't care."

She pursed her lips and nodded. "Okay. I won't."

"Good," He purred, reaching over to wrap his fingers around hers while taking another sip of his beer.

She honestly hadn't thought of him as the beer type.

"Elder McNamara arranged for a room for us to stay in."

Amusement flashed in his eyes. "How thoughtful of him."

She shrugged.

"I suppose we'd better go there then. It would be nice to get in bed after a long day." He eyed her suggestively.

Blushing, she nodded and they got up together.

The Lucky 38 was quiet when they arrived. She still didn't know what to say to her friends and Vulpes still wasn't looking forward to meeting them. A lot of people knew who he was. Not just out of her group of friends, but all over the wasteland. Most people didn't really know what he looked like, however, due to the only picture the NCR had of him was one where he was wearing sunglasses and his dog hat. Boone, however, knew. And that scared Six a little.

She couldn't lie about who Vulpes was.

When she finally found Benny she had convinced him to talk to her. Benny, Boone, and Six had made their way to Benny's suite, his guards waiting outside. After hearing Benny out, Six still hated his guts. She finished him off quickly and quietly with her knife. That was Benny's problem. He always thought that he knew how something was going to play out.

After Boone and her had found the Yes Man bot and the secret passageway, they had made their escape. As soon as they had left the building, a form had pushed away from the doorway where it had been leaning.

"Ave," came the cold, quiet voice. "Maybe you don't remember me. I am Vulpes Inculta."

Six had gone cold, recognizing the man she had stumbled across in Nipton. Boone didn't recognize his face, but identified the Latin greeting and the name.

As soon as the sniper tensed up, Vulpes spoke again. "I'm here to speak with you, Courier. My Lord has heard of what you have accomplished in such a short time and would like to meet with you. I'm here to escort you directly to our camp, unharmed. Your safe return is also guaranteed. "

"Bullshit," Boone snarled. "You really think she's going to trust you?" He obviously wanted to move, to act. He was in a rage.

"Wait," Six had pleaded. "I... Maybe I should go."

Boone turned to face her, anger and shock twisting his features. "Don't be stupid. Do you have any idea what the Legion does to women?" His eyes snapped back to Vulpes, glaring daggers.

"If Lord Caesar merely wanted her captured as a slave or killed, it would have already happened."

Boone's face grew even darker at that.

"Boone," Six barked. "You heard what Yes Man said. I need to figure everyone out. Maybe I can reason with Caesar."

"Doubt it." Boone kept his eyes glued to the leader of the Fumentarii.

"Boone, please trust me," She pleaded.

He took a deep sigh and shut his eyes. "Fine," He bit out. His eyes opened. "But if anything happens to her, I'll make sure you suffer."

"Noted," Vulpes remarked coldly. "When will you be ready to depart, Courier?"

"Six," Vulpes murmured.

"Yes?" She looked up from her coffee. She sat at the bar on one of the stools and he stood next to her.

"Do you really think this is a good idea?"

She shrugged. "I mean, yes, but, y'know. Problems and such."

He sighed, eyes glued to the mountains out the windows of the penthouse. The sun was still coming up and the mountains were many shades of red and pink and orange.

Vulpes moved to stand in front of her. "I hope this goes towards you learning to trust me."

She smiled up at him. "I'll trust you for sure when we win the battle at the dam."

"Of course," he grinned, placing his hands on either side of the counter behind her and leaning in to kiss her neck.

"You can't jus give me a normal romantic kiss?" She asked, a smile on her face.

He chuckeled and kissed her full on the lips instead. "Better?"

She chuckled. "Well, I did like the neck kisses too."

He laughed and tugged her out of her chair. "Ready?"

She nodded, her smile falling. "As I'll ever be."