A/N Here's chapter 2 buddies!

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"What is this place?" Chloe asked, looking around her. She was on a mattress in what looked like a workshop. There were several work benches, and a stand holding up a suit of power armor. Other people were in there, cooking and crafting.

"Sanctuary," Beca said, smiling again. "I found this place a few years ago, and helped rebuild it with a group of really good people. We set up water pumps, a place to grow food, we rebuilt walls, built defenses, took back a whole neighborhood, really. Traders started coming through, bringing us medicine and weapons and ammunition and we gave them water and food in return."

"That sounds amazing," Chloe said, watching as Beca's eyes lit up as she talked. "I remember before the war, people didn't have that sense of community." Beca's brow furrowed.

"What do you mean before the war?" Beca asked. "How would you know?"

"Uh, I was alive?" Chloe asked.

"Chloe... How long do you think you've been in the vault?" Beca asked. Chloe began getting a nervous feeling in her stomach.

"I... I don't know? We went down the day they dropped the bomb," Chloe asked. "Why?"

"That was 210 years ago, Chloe," Beca said.

"No... No it was..." Chloe trailed off, trying to remember. She thought about the bodies that were in the vault with her. They were skeletons. How long does it take for a body to turn totally decompose? And how had they died? She thought back to the day they entered the vault. Those decontamination pods...

"Please step into the tube, miss," one of the Vault-Tec employees said, gesturing to the pods.

"What is it?" Chloe asked, afraid, clutching Emily to her.

"Just decontamination," they said. "It will only take a few minutes."

"Okay," Chloe said. She could almost hear her heart pounding as the pod closed around her. She heard a noise and then everything went dark.

"Cryogenics..." She said.

"Holy shit," Beca said. "I've heard that that happened in some of the vaults. But I thought everyone in those experiments had died. You didn't know that was going to happen?

"No," Chloe said. "Tom... My boyfriend, Emily's dad, he was in the army. He was killed during a training exercise. As a form of compensation, we were given a space in the vault. It was supposed to be for a few months. I went into the pod and then... I didn't know it had been so long," Chloe said, tears filling her eyes.

"Come on," Beca said, taking her hand and helping her up from the mattress. "There's a spare bedroom back here, we can get some privacy." She could see Chloe was getting upset, so she lead her down a hallway and then into a bedroom. Chloe sat down on the bed and Beca pulled up a chair and sat beside her.

"Emily, my daughter, was with me," Chloe said, her voice straining from the effort it took to not cry. "She was ten months old. I don't know when but someone took her. I remember the pod opened... I didn't know how much time had passed, it felt like seconds. They took her out of my arms and then sealed me back up. I... I don't know why." She started crying. "I don't know where she is."

Beca sat on the edge of the bed and put her arm around her shoulders.

"I'm really sorry Chloe," Beca said.

"I need to find her," Chloe said, sniffing and wiping her eyes.

Beca didn't want to say that the chances of her daughter being alive were low. She didn't want to say that it could have been hundreds of years ago that she was taken. She didn't want to say that surviving in the wasteland was brutally difficult for the most ruthless of people, let alone a child.

So, instead, she said, "okay." She said, "I'll help you."

Chloe fell asleep not long after, Dogmeat lying by the doorway to guard her.

After briefly looking in on her, Beca returned to the workshop and carried on working on her power armor.

"What's the deal with that girl?" Her friend Stacie asked.

"Yeah, is she really a vault-dweller?" Fat Amy, another friend, asked.

"She is," Beca said, wiping her oil-covered hands on her shirt. "I'm taking her to Diamond City tomorrow. She's looking for her daughter."

"You're leaving?" Aubrey asked. Aubrey was probably the person Beca was closest to at Sanctuary. She had blonde hair with fierce green eyes. She was tough and she didn't take shit but she was also passionate and cared a lot about her friends and fellow settlers.

She was the one who'd found Beca wandering the Commonwealth, with only a bat, a pipe-pistol, and a dog. Almost delirious from dehydration and hunger. She was injured but wouldn't speak about it.

Aubrey had brought her back to what was then just a decrepit house, cleaned her up and eventually coaxed her into talking about what had happened.

She told the story once, and then never again. They didn't speak about it.

"It won't be for long," Beca said, sensing Aubrey's unease.

Aubrey nodded, but she didn't like it. She got nervous whenever any of her friends left the settlement, but most of all Beca. She knew she could handle herself better than most. She was tough, she was a good fighter, and she could shoot well. But she was small. She looked vulnerable. Raiders tended to target the vulnerable.

"Take the power armor with you," Aubrey said. Beca shook her head.

"You guys need it," Beca said.

"Beca-"

"If raiders or super-mutants turn up, you're gonna need it. Trust me," Beca said.

"And when you run into them on the way to Diamond City?" Aubrey asked, her hand on her stomach. Aubrey tended to vomit when she was really stressed.

"I can run away, can't I?" Beca said putting her hand on Aubrey's arm to reassure her. "If they turn up here you guys need to defend it."

"I don't like this Beca," Aubrey said.

"I know you don't. But I have to help her."

"Make sure you get some rest then," Aubrey said, before heading into one of the bedrooms and closing the door.

Beca sighed before putting away her tools. She checked their supplies and set about pumping and then purifying some water. They would need to take some with them and she didn't want to leave the settlement short.

Eventually she went into one of the bedrooms and fell into an uneasy sleep.

She didn't like leaving Sanctuary for more than a few hours.

She had nightmares all night filled with the monsters of the wasteland.

Gangs of raiders featured prominently. They always did.