A/N: Here's the latest!

Once again I'm gonna beg for reviews :P

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The memory started playing and a man moved away from a control panel, having just deactivated Chloe's chryo-pod . A young boy was following him. He looked no older than ten.

"Dad what are we doing here?" The boy asked, looking into the other pods. They could tell by his voice he was afraid of being in the vault.

"I told you, Jesse, The Institute want this baby, so we're going to save her," the man said. Inside the pod, Chloe has already woken up and was staring, confused and afraid, at the man.

"Like you did with me?" He asked.

"Yeah," the man replied.

"Can't the lady come with us?" Jesse asked.

"We don't know if we can trust her," the man said, still trying to figure out how to open the pod. "She might work for the Institute. You never know. Right," he said, ready to hit unlock, his hand resting on the handle. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Jesse said, moving closer.

The man opened the door of the pod and in one quick motion he grabbed Emily and handed her off to Jesse. It took Chloe a second to realise what had happened and then she surged forward, trying to get out of the pod. He pushed her back, hard and then closed the pod before she could try and get out again.

"I'm sorry," he said as he locked the pod and reactivated it.

The memory ended.

"We're going to bring you out now, okay Chloe?" Amari said after almost a minute of silence.

"Okay," Chloe said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Walk over to the computer on that desk and watch the screen," she said, typing on her computer again.

Chloe walked over, avoiding looking at herself in the pod, and stared at the screen on the desk. On the screen was the same 'Please Wait' image that had been on before.

The others watched as their screen went black, and Chloe opened her eyes in the pod.

Dr. Amari went over to her and opened the lid before helping her out.

"I'm sorry you had to re-live that," she said. She sat Chloe on one of the sofas and checked her over. "Are you okay?"

Chloe nodded.

"Do you know how long ago that was?" Chloe asked.

"About fifteen years," Amari said.

Chloe nodded again, trying to process everything she'd seen.

"Chlo'?" Beca asked moving towards her. "Are you-"

Chloe cut her off by bursting into tears.

"Hey," Beca said softly, quickly pulling her into a hug. Pain shot through her shoulder as Chloe hugged her back, but she ignored it. "We'll find her."

"If she's still alive," Chloe said, between sobs. "Fifteen years she's been out here."

"She will be," Beca said. "It sounds like that guy wanted to protect her. And if she's even half as strong as you are, then she'll be okay."

Chloe let Beca go and wiped her eyes. "Thank you," she said, softly. She took a second to compose herself. "What did he mean when he said the Institute wanted her?"

"Before they were destroyed, the Institute was a scientific organization," Nick said. "They were known for making human synths. I was one of the early ones. They took memories from the real Nick Valentine and gave them to me. They got rid of me once I was out-dated. People were terrified of them. The Institute would kidnap people in the middle of the night and replace them with synths that were so life-like you wouldn't be able to tell the difference. People were afraid and paranoid. But a few years ago they were destroyed. And it sounds like this man was able to stop them from getting Emily."

"Why would they have been after her?" She asked.

"Well she was probably the only child left who had been born before the war. They've probably never had such a blank slate before."

"So what's our next move?" Beca asked.

"Find out who this guys is," Nick said.

Amari handed him a photograph of the man who'd taken Emily.

"Where do we start?" Chloe asked.

"Luckily for us, we're in Goodneighbour. Everyone who wants to stay hidden ends up in here at one time or another," Nick said. "Let's go meet the locals."

That night they went from bar to bar, showing the picture to everyone they met.

The bars were rough and most people were reluctant to speak to them. Those that did simply shook their head at the picture.

Beca had spent the night with one hand gripping her bat and the other resting protectively on Chloe's back, eyeing everyone with suspicion.

After hours and hours of no luck, Chloe was beginning to lose hope. The bar they were in had started emptying as people returned home. While Nick and Beca were still talking to a group of men who looked suspiciously like raiders, she went and sat at the bar and put her head in her hands. She was exhausted and the knot of anxiety she'd had in the pit of her stomach ever since she'd woken up in the vault was getting worse.

"You look like you need a drink," the bartender said.

Normally Chloe would have said no, but when he poured a shot of whiskey and placed it in front of her, she drank it without hesitation.

"Thanks," she said, wincing slightly as it burned her throat.

"What brings you to Goodneighbour?" He asked. "You don't look like the kind of girl who would hang around here. And I mean that as a compliment." He poured her another drink.

She drank again. "Around fifteen years ago this man took my baby while we were cryogenically frozen," she said, putting the photograph on the bar. "Apparently no one here has ever seen him before." She was already beginning to feel the effects of the alcohol which, considering she hadn't had a drink for the last 200 odd years and had barely eaten for the past few days, was understandable.

The man gave a low whistle. "That's heavy," he said, before picking up the photograph and studying it. He put the photo back with a shake of the head. "Never seen him before I'm afraid."

"Didn't think so," Chloe said, feeling defeated. She turned around to look for Beca and saw that her and Nick's discussion with the raiders was getting heated. One of them stood up and towered over Beca, trying to intimidate her. She saw Beca wince as he pushed her shoulder. Dogmeat had started growling.

"You and your friends should get going," the bartender said.

"Do you want anything for the drinks?" Chloe asked, getting unsteadily to her feet.

"I'd just rather not have my bar full of blood," he said. He took a baseball bat from behind the bar and hit it against the top of the bar. The argument stopped and they looked at him. "Enough," he said. He looked at Nick. "Take these girls out of here before there's trouble."

Beca looked like she wanted to argue but Nick put a hand on her uninjured shoulder and steered her towards the door. Chloe followed close behind.

"No luck then I take it?" Chloe asked. Beca shook her head.

"One of them must have known something," she said, scowling. "They hadn't even looked at the picture before they said no."

"We'll try again tomorrow," Nick said. "There's plenty of people left to ask."

They headed back to the Memory Den where Dr. Amari said they could spend the night. Because Nick didn't need to sleep, he insisted that Beca and Chloe should take the bedroom.

The room they were staying in was tiny, and the two twin beds were jammed so tightly inside that they practically formed a double.

Chloe saw Beca wince again as she struggled to take off her armor.

"Let me help," Chloe said, moving to sit beside her. She could feel Beca gazing at her as she struggled to un-fasten the leather armor.

As she watched her fiddle with the buckle, she wondered how it had taken her this long to notice just how beautiful Chloe's eyes were.

"Having some trouble?" Beca asked, smirking slightly.

Chloe laughed, embarrassed. "A bit," she said.

Ignoring the pain, Beca quickly un-did the straps that held her chest piece on, and allowed Chloe to help her out of it. She then helped Chloe take off her own.

"Does it hurt?" Chloe asked as Beca closed her eyes and rolled her shoulder back.

"Not too much," she said. "So how much have you had to drink?"

"How did-"

"It's a buckle, Chlo', not a straight jacket," Beca said, still smirking.

Chloe blushed slightly. "I had two small ones."

"You should be careful drinking in dives like that," Beca said. "The stuff the sell isn't always radiation free."

Chloe didn't speak for a few seconds. She just looked at Beca and the slight concern in her eyes. She felt a rush of affection towards her.

"You're good at taking care of people," she said, before moving back onto her own bed. It was Beca's turn to blush now. "Thank you for today. In fact, thank you for every day so far. I wouldn't have made it this far without you."

"You don't have to keep thanking me for being a decent human being," Beca said. "I'm just doing what any other person would do."

"No you aren't," Chloe said, lying down on her side, propping her head up with her hand. "You've been amazing."

"I think that's the alcohol talking," Beca said, her cheeks burning.

"It isn't," Chloe said. "I'm just telling you the truth, Becs. And the truth is you've gone above and beyond what any other person would have done to help me."

"Yeah well," Beca said, lying down so she was staring up at the ceiling, "maybe I like you."

Chloe easily reached across the gap between their beds and rested her hand on Beca's.

"Maybe I like you too," she said.