A/N: Posted this a little later than I usually would.

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Beca forced her eyes open, and wondered for a second how she was moving. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, and she realised she was being dragged. She could feel someone holding her under her arms. The sky was full of red light, so she knew Chloe must have fired off a flare.

God, I hope she got away.

She could hear shouting and gunfire, and whoever was pulling her sounded like they were out of breath.

They've got me, she thought. They'll take me back to their hideout and kill me like they killed mom.

The pain in her arm peaked.

Please tell me she got away.

As the darkness began closing in again, her final thought was that she hoped she'd die before they could get her back.

Chloe was dragging Beca. Every muscle she had was aching, and she was breathing heavily, but she kept dragging her.

Beca had saved her life and gotten her this far. She couldn't just leave her to be torn apart by raiders.

The raiders had started gaining on them, and Chloe had to drop Beca in order to take out the two closest.

And then the gun ran out of ammo.

Beca hadn't shown her how to reload the laser pistol, and now she wasn't in the position to.

The raider closest raised is arms, holding a sledgehammer, and grinned maniacally.

There was nothing Chloe could do but try and protect herself and Beca as best as she could. She thought of Emily as she waited for the blow.

But it never came.

She heard more shots being fired and then felt a hand on her shoulder and she looked up.

"Are you okay ma'am?" A man asked. Chloe nodded. "I'm with the Minutemen, we're here to help."

Chloe looked around and saw a group of men and women were pushing the raiders back, forming a protective barrier around herself and Beca.

"My friend's been shot," Chloe said, looking down at the brunette.

"We'll get her to Diamond City," the man said. He waved over a man in heavy armor with security written across his chest approached them. "Get her to Dr. Sun." The man nodded and bent down and scooped Beca up, carrying her with ease. "Stay close to me," he said, and the group began backing away, heading for Diamond City.

They reached the entrance to the city in minutes, and were soon rushing up a set of stairs.

As they reached the top, Chloe took a second to look out at the city. What had once been a baseball field was now a town. The far side of it was filled with shacks and trailers. Towards the centre was a bustling market, filled with people. Security guards and bots patrolled the streets and the whole city was surrounded by a high green wall.

Chloe carried on following the guard who was now running down a set of stairs and into the market.

He ran to one of the shacks in the market which had a chemistry station and a man in a white coat crafting something.

He took one look at Beca and ushered them down a set of stairs.

There was another man in the room when they arrived and Dr. Sun began barking orders at him.

"Get a blood pack ready and start sterilizing these," he said, gesturing to his medical tools on a work bench. "Put her on there," he said, sweeping junk from a table in the middle of the room. He covered the table in an old sheet and the guard put her down.

Beca woke up as her back hit the wood.

It took her a second to realise that she wasn't with the raiders, and she felt relief wash over her. She felt a pinch in her hand as Dr. Sun's assistant attached a blood pack to her through an IV.

"Did Chloe make it out?" She asked, as Dr. Sun cut away her makeshift bandage.

"I'm here, Beca," Chloe said, trying to get to her side.

"Please stay back, miss," Dr. Sun said. He moved Beca slightly onto her side and he checked the back of her shoulder. Beca hissed in pain, biting down on her lip to stop herself from shouting. "No exit wound," he said, more to himself.

His assistant had already attached a blood bag to Beca's arm and was now crafting something at a chemistry station.

Dr. Sun took some of the alcohol his assistant had used to sterilize the tools and poured some onto a cloth.

"Ready?" He asked Beca. Beca nodded, and braced herself. He began cleaning the wound and she swore loudly.

His assistant then handed him a syringe and he injected it into Beca's arm.

"See you in a few hours, okay?" He said, and Beca passed out again.

Chloe spent the next hour waiting as Dr. Sun removed the bullet from her shoulder and repaired the damage. She sat with her hands clasped together and tears in her eyes with Dogmeat lying at her feet, who occasionally whimpered.

Eventually, Dr. Sun stood up straight and stretched his back.

"Done," he said, as his assistant applied a clean bandage.

"She'll be okay?" Chloe asked, standing up.

"She'll be sore for a few days, but she'll be fine," he said. He moved to a sink and began cleaning his hands.

"Thank you so much," she said, the tears falling with relief.

"Just doing my job," he said. "She should wake up in an hour or so. This water is safe if you want to clean up, but I wouldn't recommend drinking it. If you need food or water, the market is just up the stairs. Someone will be able to sell or trade you some." And with that he left them to it, his assistant following close behind.

Chloe washed the blood from her hands and then took some of the water from Beca's backpack. Now that she knew Beca would be okay, she was aware of how tired, hungry and thirsty she was. She quickly drained the can of water, but she didn't want to eat anything without sharing it with Beca. So she just dragged a chair over so she was sitting beside her, and waited for her to wake up.

Every part of her body was aching, and her eyes were itching with tiredness, but she was unbelievably relieved.

They had made it.

Despite the odds, they'd reached Diamond City and she was one step closer to finding her daughter.

She looked over at the sleeping brunette and hesitantly reached out to take the hand of her uninjured arm. She owed so much to Beca. She wouldn't have been able to forgive herself if Beca had been killed getting her here. She'd only known her for a few days, but it felt longer. She liked her.

She really liked her.

"I thought I told you to run," Beca mumbled, removing her hand from Chloe's so she could rub her eyes.

"You're welcome," Chloe said, smiling at her.

"I think you scuffed my boots when you dragged me," she said smirking as she tried to sit up.

"I'll buy you a new pair," Chloe said, helping her.

"You'd better," Beca said. "Those were my favourite-" she was cut off as Chloe pulled her into a hug, squeezing her tightly whilst trying to avoid her shoulder. "Uhh, you okay there?"

"I'm just really glad you're okay," Chloe said, softly.

Beca put her uninjured arm around her and hugged her back.

"Okay, weirdo," she said, smiling. "Come on. We should go see Nick."

Chloe helped her down from the table and she winced as she crouched down to stroke Dogmeat.

"Ow," she said, straightening up. "This hurts like a bitch."

"Are you sure you don't want to rest a bit first?" Chloe asked, picking up the bag of supplies and putting it on her back.

"Dr. Sun will start charging us rent if we're here much longer. Nick isn't far, he should let us stay there," Beca said, wincing again. She opened the bag on Chloe's back and pulled out a small purse of caps.

They climbed the stairs and found Dr. Sun crafting again.

"Hey," Beca said, handing him the purse. "Thanks for patching me up. That's all I have, I hope it's enough."

"Keep it," he said, handing it back. "Just don't ruin my hard work by dying out there."