A/N: Me again!

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Beca slept late the next day.

It wasn't like her.

Even after her first night in Sanctuary all those years ago, she was up at sunrise. True she had spent the first few hours trying to calm herself down after that first bad nightmare, but once she'd recovered enough, she was eager to help in anyway she could.

Now it was nearly 1pm, and Beca hadn't made an appearance.

Aubrey let her sleep, knowing she had had a tough few days. Every so often she checked on her, but other than that, Beca was left alone. Which she was glad of.

She had woken up several times during the morning, but didn't feel the urge to get up like she usually did. So she closed her eyes each time, and would eventually fall back to sleep.

Her dreams were filled with the usual raiders, but now she had to watch Chloe die too.

Even that didn't force her out of bed.

At half 1, Stacie came into her room and gently shook her awake.

"Sorry to wake you," she said, pretending not to notice the way Beca quickly wiped her eyes. "But I just wanted to check on your arm. And also, you should probably drink something."

She handed Beca a can of water.

"Thank you," she said, sitting up and drinking it.

"Did you sleep okay?" Stacie asked, carefully unraveling the bandage.

"Sort of," she said. "I had nightmares but I always get nightmares, so..." She shrugged.

"You really liked her, huh?" Stacie asked, checking that the new stitches she put in the night before were still holding.

"Yeah," Beca said. "I really did."

"And did she like you?" Stacie asked, re-wrapping her shoulder.

"I think so," Beca said. "But I'm glad she's back with her daughter. That's where she belongs. And this is where I belong. I'll get over this, I'm sure."

"But you don't want to get over it," Stacie said.

"I don't have a choice," Beca replied. "It is the way it is."

"Well, if you wanted to rest up for a few more hours I wouldn't blame you. Your shoulder took a lot of damage and you haven't been eating and drinking enough. But when you're ready, the others would love to see you," Stacie said.

"Thanks Stace," Beca said. "I'll be out later." She lay back down and turned her back to the door.

In the underground hideout, Chloe had finally changed out of her blue jumpsuit.

Jesse had show her a room full of clothes and told her to take what she wanted. She didn't ask where he'd gotten them, and she changed into a pair of jeans and a flannel shirt. She had been drawn to the shirt immediately because it reminded her of Beca, and for the millionth time since she'd gotten here, she wished the brunette had stayed.

She couldn't blame Emily for not wanting to leave. Of course she wouldn't have wanted to leave her safe, secure home, and venture out with two strangers into the wasteland.

But that didn't stop her from missing Beca with everything she had.

"Mom, are you okay?" Emily asked her, the day after Beca had left them.

The two were in their shared room, eating a can of beans each.

After Beca had left the day before, Jesse and Emily gave Chloe a tour of the hideout which consisted of several bedrooms, and rooms stockpiled with ammunition, food, purified water, and medical supplies.

Again, Chloe didn't ask where they'd come from.

The corridors and old train tunnels that connected these rooms were dimly lit and eerie, and Chloe didn't like walking down them at all. It was a relief when they got back to the main area and Emily took her to their room.

"Mom?" Emily asked again.

"Sorry," Chloe said, smiling at her daughter. "This is all a lot to take in."

"Yeah, I guess it must be weird," she said. "It must have been scarier out there though, right?"

"It was at first I guess," Chloe said, remembering the pure fear she felt the moment she stepped foot outside. The feeling of constantly having to check over your shoulder, just waiting for something or someone to attack you. "I got used to it pretty quickly though. I mean, in my first few days I got attacked by dogs, killed some feral ghouls, and fought a group of raiders."

Emily was looking at her, wide-eyed.

Chloe laughed, softly, at her expression.

"I had Beca with me," Chloe said. "She grew up in the Commonwealth, she was prepared for anything."

"You two were pretty close, huh?" Emily asked, remembering the way they'd hugged as they said goodbye. She had felt awful splitting them up, but the idea of leaving the hideout seemed impossible to her.

"She saved my life on my first night out," Chloe said. She told Emily the story, from waking up in the vault, to being rescued from the mutant dog. She told her about how Beca had dropped everything to take her to Diamond City, and then stuck with her until they had found Emily. She didn't mention the late night conversations. She didn't talk about Beca holding her hand only two nights before, before she'd pushed the twin beds together and held her. She didn't tell her about the kiss. She didn't want to make Emily feel guilty about it.

"How come she didn't stay?" Emily asked, not suspecting their was anything more to their relationship than friendship.

"She had to get back to her settlement. Her friends need her there," Chloe said.

"But it's so much safer here," Emily replied, not understanding. "She'd been hurt out there, that wouldn't have happened here. Why wouldn't she want to be safe?"

Chloe shook her head. "She feels safer out there," she said. "I know that must seem weird to you, because outside is full of things that can kill and hurt you. But she's used to that. She knows what to do out there. She doesn't know what's down here, and she doesn't know if she can trust the people in it."

"Huh," Emily said. She hadn't considered that people would actively want to be out there. From the way Jesse tells it, everyone out there just wants somewhere like they have. That's why they have so many guards. "Do you prefer it out there?"

"I don't know," Chloe replied, truthfully. "I definitely wasn't as comfortable out there as Beca was. And I like that we're safe down here. But I didn't hate it up there. But anyway, that doesn't matter. I'm happy wherever you are. And if you want to stay down here, then that's where I'll be."

Emily smiled before looking down, playing with the ends of her shirt.

"Mom?" She asked, still looking down. "Did you know that the Institute wanted me?"

"No!" Chloe said, moving from her bed to sit beside Emily on hers. She took her daughter's hand. "I promise, I had no idea."

Emily smiled at her, squeezing her hand. "I didn't think so. Jesse said that we didn't know for sure, so we had to assume the worst. But I knew you wouldn't have done that."

"I thought we were going to be safe there," Chloe said. "That's what they told me. When they came to see me after your dad died, they said we'd gotten a place in the vault because of his service. Because he died during training. I never thought we'd even have to use the vault... And then the sirens went a few weeks later, and I grabbed you and ran. They said those pods were just for decontamination... Then the next thing I knew, you were gone, and everyone else was dead."

"You must have been so scared," Emily said, listening intently.

"I was," Chloe said. "But I was mostly scared for you. I had no idea how long I'd been there, or who had taken you. I honestly thought I'd never see you again."

"I'm so glad you found me," Emily said softly, turning and hugging her mom.

"Me too," Chloe said, hugging her back. "Have you been happy here? Did they treat you well?"

Emily nodded. "I thought about you every day though. Hoping you'd find me."

"Well I'm here now," Chloe said.

"And you won't leave, right?"

"Right. I promise."