(Cain)

Wernher gave Dizzy and I a room in the large building that rivals Tenpenny Tower. It's a small room, I told him we didn't need much. After all, we're only staying a night or two. To get our bearings and rest up before heading home. There's a large bed, and a bathroom. That's all it consists of. He gave us a good meal, and told us about our mother. The story of how she saved The Pitt, only more in depth this time. Wernher, and his daughter, Maria, are kind people. They really don't mean anyone any harm, and just try to get by like everyone else in this world. Maria wants to take Dizzy and I out later, but Dizzy opted out, wanting to rest instead. That's not like her, but I figured it was best not to question it. I'm curious about The Pitt, and want to see what it consists of. Even though it's hard to breathe, and a bit hotter here than back home.

"I'm so tired…"

Dizzy says, as she flops on the bed. She presses her face into the pillows, and I sit down beside her. Her head makes its way into my lap, and I look down at her, smiling.

"Yeah, you look tired."

"All this walking is killing me. I don't know how you can go out later."

"I want to see the area, meet the people. Maria seems nice."

"Oh, yeah. Nice."

The tone in her voice causes me to raise an eyebrow. I play with her hair, as she sighs up at me, closing her eyes.

"What's that tone for?"

I ask, and she waves her hand at me.

"I saw the way she was looking at you, that's all."

"Dizzy…"

"You're a handsome man, and she wants you."

I remember the first night we slept together in the Capital Wasteland. It didn't include much sleeping, and that's putting it mildly. Things between us, are foggy, and strange. I'm not sure where we stand, or what she expects. I don't know what's right and what's wrong anymore. I just know, that when we're alone together, intimate and close, that it's the only thing I've ever wanted in my life. The only thing, I think I'll ever want. I know how wrong it is, and I know there's a place in hell for people like me but…the feelings I felt, when we kissed, when I felt her. Calling it 'lust' or 'passion' is just insulting. It was far beyond anything I could have ever imagined. To be honest, when this began, it all started out, as a simple kiss. I don't know what to say to her. What's the right thing to say? Her blue eyes, stare up at me, perfect, almond. I think, against the red glow of The Pitt, and the black smoke that engulfs everything, they shimmer.

"How do you know?"

It sounds stupid, as I say it. The room is dimly lit, and the setting sun shines in through the windows. Crimson red blankets make up the bed, and there's stains on them. From what, I don't know. Death, probably. It's smoky in here, but not as bad as the outside.

"I'm a girl and I know when other girls want my things."

"I'm yours now?"

Her eyes narrow, but then she looks up. At the cracked ceiling, at the decrepit walls. This world seems to be falling apart everywhere. Except, on the luscious green grass of Megaton.

"…I don't…I don't know. Because…what happens, when we get home? What happens now, even?"

Dizzy asks me, and…I don't have an answer. I shake my head, as I run my fingers through my hair. Her hand reaches up, and touches the stubble that never seems to grow.

"You know…"

She trails off, and I kiss the top of her head. I don't know what she was going to say, but I do know, that at the end of the night, I just want everything to be alright.

"We can't…continue on like this, Dizzy, and we both know it."

"But we both want it."

"Our feelings, don't much matter, in the bigger picture. How would mom and dad feel?"

Suddenly I remember how mom told me to take care of her, and how dad gave his mysterious blessing. Dizzy doesn't know of this, and I don't know if it's right to tell her. Her hand falls from my face, and I smooth my hand over her hair.

"…Yeah…I guess…we should move on then, right? I mean…I don't know."

Dizzy sits up, and I realize how much the passing of time has hurt us.

"Dizzy, don't…"

"Don't what?"

"Don't…I don't know."

"Just go meet with Maria. I'll…I'll be here when you get back. I have to rest. And think."

"Think about what?"

"I don't know. Everything."

It's a stale silence, one you can't really break. So I figure, that all I can do is listen to her. Getting up, I leave my gun on the bed, and look at her.

"I'll be back later."

"I know. It's okay."

Leaving the room, is difficult for me. I don't know why, but despite the atmosphere, I just want to be with her. I want to be with her, and not give anymore fucks about anyone else or the world. I just want to be with her. Just her. Before I close the door, I take one more look at her. She stands, looking out the window, with her back to me. The curves of her petite and slender body, outlined by the final rays of the setting sun. Accented, by the smoke, and glowing from the red. She's beautiful. She's everything, anyone could ever want. She's…still my sister. And I have to close the door on her.