A/N: Slightly shorter chapter this time, hope you all like it anyway.

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They walked for two days, only stopping to eat and rest a handful of times. Their supplies had run out, but they were close enough to Sanctuary that Beca wasn't worried.

Not that she could focus enough to worry.

Her arm was constantly throbbing, but even than wasn't enough to distract her from the absence of Chloe.

She felt pure relief when she saw Sanctuary growing in the distance. She knew that soon, Chloe would be pushed from her thoughts. Soon Aubrey would be here, and she wouldn't have to keep it together for much longer.

They were just passed the security turrets and defenses when Aubrey spotted them.

"Beca!" She shouted, rushing over to the group.

"Hey," Beca said softly, her legs threatening to give way.

Aubrey held her at arms length as she examined every inch of her.

There were tear tracks down her face, and a bloody bandage wrapped around her shoulder. She looked exhausted, and her pip-boy was saying she needed food and water. She looked like she was barely able to stand.

Aubrey pulled her into a hug, and Beca hugged her back tightly, burying her face into the blonde's shoulder.

Aubrey didn't mention Chloe's absence, fearing the worst, and just held the small brunette for a few moments, beyond relieved to have her friend back.

"She needs rest," Nick said to her. "It's been a tough few days."

Aubrey nodded and started leading Beca back towards the main house.

"Is Chloe...?" She mouthed to Nick, practically holding Beca up now.

"She's fine," Nick said. "I'll explain everything soon. I'm Nick Valentine, by the way."

"Aubrey Posen," Aubrey replied. "I've heard a lot about you."

"Likewise," Nick said, taking Beca's other arm and helping Aubrey take her into the house.

Aubrey called to Stacie as they headed for Beca's room, and the tall brunette followed them.

Beca hadn't taken any of this in.

She barely even registered she was back in her own room, and that Aubrey was slowly sitting her on the edge of her bed.

She was beyond tired, and the pain in her arm had made her feel sick again.

She could hear Dogmeat's soft whining, and she tried to reach out and stoke him but her arms were like lead.

She just wanted to sleep. To not think for a few hours.

She didn't even feel the stimpak get injected in her arm.

"Beca?" Stacie asked her, clicking her fingers in front of Beca's face. "Can you hear me?" Beca nodded. "I need you to drink this for me, okay? And then you can go to sleep."

"Okay," she said. She drank the water quickly, and handed the empty can back to Stacie.

"Good job," Stacie said, as she began un-bucking Beca's armor. "It's nice to see you Becs."

"You too," Beca said. It was a relief to be back in Sanctuary, and now that the pain had started to ebb away, all she wanted to do was lie down.

She could hear Nick telling Aubrey what had happened, but she didn't join in.

Stacie pulled off Beca's boots, before she washed her hands and began un-wrapping the bandage on Beca's arm.

She heard Stacie sigh.

"I got shot," Beca mumbled.

"I can see that," Stacie said. "You pulled too hard on your stitches. It's all a bit of a mess. I'll have to clean this up," she said. "It's gonna hurt a bit."

"Can't you just leave it for now?" Beca moaned.

"It'll get infected, Becs," Stacie said. "I promise I'll be quick."

Beca mumbled something which Stacie assumed meant she could carry on.

She carefully cleaned the area, apologising when Beca winced in pain.

"Can't you give her something?" Aubrey asked.

Stacie shook her head. "Our supplies are low. I could give her a shot of whiskey, but that might do more harm than good."

"I would like some whiskey," Beca said, feeling relieved when she saw Aubrey smile. She didn't like her looking so worried.

"You're a pain in my ass, Mitchell," Aubrey said. "Gallivanting off to Diamond City. Getting yourself shot. Worrying me sick."

"You worry about me too much," Beca said, thankful Aubrey was distracting her from what Stacie was doing.

"Can you blame me?" Aubrey asked, smirking. "You're the most accident prone person I've ever met."

"In my defense," Beca said. "This wasn't an accident. They were trying to shoot me. Although, I suppose they were aiming for my head so hitting me in the shoulder was probably an accident."

Aubrey didn't seem to find that bit as funny, and she looked dangerously close to stress puking. Beca sighed, and reached out to take Aubrey's hand with her free one.

"I'm okay, 'Bree," she said.

"Are you?" Aubrey asked. "Because you don't look okay. You look like you're only just keeping it together. You could barely even stand when we brought you in here."

"I know," she said. "The stimpak perked me up a bit but I know I'm gonna crash again soon. I'm tired." She wiped away tears impatiently. "I miss her."

"Did something happen between you two?" Aubrey asked, wishing she could help her.

Beca opened her mouth to speak but closed it again, shaking her head. "It doesn't matter," Beca said. "It's not like I'll get to see her again."

"You don't know that," Aubrey said.

"Her daughter won't want to leave that place, and Chloe will never leave her," Beca said. "Stace," she added, "how much longer?"

"Nearly done," Stacie said, cleaning the area for a second time.

"Good," Beca said. Aubrey was still looking at her, her eyes full of worry. "Look, Chloe found her daughter," Beca said. "That's why we left in the first place. So... mission accomplished I guess."

"I'm sorry she didn't come back with you," Aubrey said.

"Me too," Beca said.

"You're done," Stacie said, wrapping her shoulder in a new bandage. "Do you want another stimpak?"

Beca shook her head. "You said our supplies are low."

"Yeah but you're in pain, Becs," Stacie said.

"I'm fine," Beca said.

"Give it to her," Aubrey said.

Stacie stuck it in her arm before Beca could protest.

"God dammit," she said, half annoyed, half relieved. "Don't waste that shit."

"You aren't a waste, Beca," Aubrey said.

Stacie packed up the rest of the supplies, and took Nick one of the empty rooms so he could have some time to himself.

Dogmeat had curled up at the foot of Beca's bed, and Aubrey sat in the seat beside it.

"You don't have to stay," Beca said, closing her eyes as Aubrey began gently running a hand through her hair.

"Do you want me to?" Aubrey asked. Beca nodded after a pause. "Then I will."

"Thank you," Beca said.

"I'm glad you're home, Becs."

"Yeah," Beca said, finally drifting off. "Me too."