I chuckled as I heard Rebecca groan behind me, her hangover making sure she didn't enjoy our hike. I slightly tightened the straps of my pack as I walked beside her; her fingers nursing her temples. Dogmeat was leading the way in front of us; his tail wagging, finally getting out of the house.

"Uh, what happened last night?" She asked, pushing her glasses further onto her face; pulling her canteen out and taking a short sip. "I didn't make an ass of myself did I?"

Shrugging my shoulders, I glanced in her direction. "I'm not sure…you must have come in when I was asleep."

I lied through my teeth, unable to get the feeling of her lips out of my mind. "So where are we going and why so early?" I asked, changing the subject quickly.

"Well because the Enclave decided to intrude we had to leave early and to our destination…we're here."

Raising my eyebrow, I looked in all directions. There wasn't a single building or cave in any direction except for miles off. There was a metal stump in the ground, but I quickly dismissed that. It was probably just a remnant of some structure long destroyed.

"Uh, Becca…I think your hangover is affecting your sense of direction." I muttered, watching Dogmeat lift his leg by the stump and urinate…and disappear. "Shit!"

I dropped to a knee and brought my rifle up, scanning the area for targets. Finding none, I motioned for Rebecca to get down, but she was just typing away at that device on her arm. I saw a smirk on her face before she glanced up at me and tapped another button.

Shouting in surprise, I felt my feet lift and a sense of vertigo came over me. Looking down, I could see Rebecca growing smaller and, to make matters worse I was surrounded by a strange green light.

I'm so gonna kill that girl

Xxxx

"Wow, he looks kinda green! I bet the ride up wasn't so fun, Becca."

I could hear laughing in the background followed by a little girl's. Yup, I had to be dead or going insane. I forced my eyes open and sat up, rubbing at my head before turning to the side and throwing up the breakfast I had choked down.

"Ewww, he's worse than Mr. Elliot."

Rolling over, I found myself face to face with a young girl, pigtails and all. Blinking, I slowly backed away and looked up to see Rebecca standing above me with her arms crossed and a grin on her face.

"You could have just blindfolded me if you didn't want me seeing your bunker." I growled, wiping my mouth and standing. "No need to use some kind of hocus pocus."

"More fun this way, follow me." Rebecca said, turning and walking through a hatch and led into…something out of a Captain Cosmos comic book.

I gazed with widened eyes at the sight around me. I could see blinking lights and a viewport that slowly hissed open to reveal the Earth below…we were in space.

"Welcome, Sergeant Becher, to Mothership Zeta." Rebecca exclaimed, holding her arms outstretched. "Pretty cool huh?"

The little girl came running up to me and started jumping up and down; full of energy. "I'm Sally and I'm captain! Neat isn't it? Captain Cosmos didn't have a spaceship as cool as mine!"

Laughing nervously, I kept my eyes on the planet below, the Earth looked diseased and destroyed…even from space. Looking at Rebecca, I just stuttered.

"How is…this possible?"

"Aliens abducted me and I took over the ship…nothing else to say really." She replied, shrugging her shoulders. "You'll get used to it eventually, but the things I need are here and you chose to tag along."

Rubbing my neck, I looked out the viewport again and sighed. "And I thought that the Wasteland wasn't weird enough. So, how long we staying?"

Rebecca smiled as she crouched. "Sally, go grab Elliot and tell him to meet us here please."

"Already here." A voice came from behind us. I spun, my hand on my pistol only for it to drop. I tried to speak, but Elliot Tercorien beat me to the punch.

"Sergeant Becher? How in the hell did you get up here?!" The young man came forward and wrapped me in a giant bear hug.

I was speechless, as was Rebecca. I never thought to see the young medic again and all of a sudden he appears on a spaceship of all things. I laughed and hugged the man back, even lifting him off his feet slightly.

Setting him down, I looked him over. He hadn't changed a bit since he disappeared with his squad. His blonde hair was pulled back and he still wore his combat armor minus chest piece. He had a strange device on his hip that looked like a smaller version of the laser rifle in the Citadel.

"I thought you were dead?" I almost shouted, turning to Rebecca. "Why didn't you tell me he was here?"

"I didn't even think that you would know one another which brings to mind how you do!"

Laughing, Elliot clapped me on the back. "I served with Becher during Anchorage; they were short of corpsmen so I filled in for a bit. Long enough to save his sorry ass a few times."

Slugging his shoulder, I laughed as he winced. "More than a few times, you prick. Rebecca, he was the best medic anyone could find; saved a lot of men and women."

Blushing, Elliot just shrugged. "Doing my job. Which brings me to ask why you're here. I though your next visit wasn't until next month?"

Stepping forward, Rebecca pulled the list Rothchild wrote out and handed it over. Elliot's eyes widened and looked up from the note. "It's going to take a few days to shore out this kind of gear and I have no clue how you're going to get it to the Citadel with just the two of you."

"Let me worry bout that, you two just catch up while I go shower." Rebecca said, brushing past us and going into another room; her eyes catching mine before the door closed silently.

"Well, how about the grand tour?"

After I had woken up to the world turned into a wasteland I had thought to have seen it all, but after the tour with Elliot…well, little green aliens were something hard to believe. Elliot had shown me the hanger, cyro chambers, and engineering where I passed a few dozen aliens rushing to and fro; ignoring us like we weren't even there.

When I asked about them, Elliot just shrugged his shoulders. "They just want to work so we let them. They treat us like their captain."

After that we had gone to where Elliot said I'd be sleeping. It was just outside of the bridge; close enough that I could get to Rebecca just in case…

Shaking my head, I shut the door after saying goodbye to Elliot. He was tired after the tour and still needed to make sure Sally ate dinner. He promised to make sure there was enough for me to join if I wished and I had gladly accepted.

Shrugging off my armor, I made my way to the shower, a curious looking thing, most likely jury-rigged by Elliot or Rebecca at some point. I groaned with pleasure as hot water streamed out and ran over my sore muscles; relieving me of the rigors of the journey. I hadn't marched like that since my days in boot camp and they were in no way missed.

Shutting the water off, I tied a towel around my waist and stepped out; immediately smacking into Rebecca. Her eyes widened at my state of undress and a blush slowly crept up her face as her eyes crept up my body. Smirking, I decided to make a show of doing the same to her and I couldn't help but feel the heat build in my face as well.

She was wearing a pair of shorts that ended at her upper thigh; showing off her long legs. A plain white tank-top covered her chest, but I could begin to tell that she was not wearing a bra; her hair undone and falling across her shoulders completed the image and I couldn't help, but let out a small groan at the sight.

She averted her eyes first and cleared her throat, breaking me from my thoughts. Running a hand over my head, I couldn't help, but grin at the position we were in.

"Uh, I came to get you for dinner, but you weren't here so I…" She stammered, rubbing her arms and unconsciously pushing her chest up and into view. Definitely no bra. "I'm sorry, I should have waited outside!"

She turned to leave, but I reached out and took her arm, pulling her back. She spun into my arms and visibly swallowed as I held her against my chest; her shirt becoming damp from the water still on my chest. My heart pounded in my chest as she curled her arms against it and gazed up into my eyes; her glasses missing and her eyes shined brightly.

"I saw how you looked at me earlier…tell me the reason why you came in." I said bluntly, my ways of speaking to women rusty by a couple hundred years. "I know it wasn't for dinner, Becca."

If one could be described as being as red as a tomato then it would have been her as she tried to speak only to cast her eyes down and turn her face to the side. Taking her chin in my grasp, I gently raised her face back towards me. The scent of her shampoo wafting into my nostrils and increasing my basic desires tenfold.

"I…I…we barely know one another, Andrew, I don't want to make a mistake here…especially because…" She trailed off and glanced behind her, the door still standing open.

Turning, I reached out and closed the door; engaging the lock. "Because of what?"

"Because of Sarah and…Elliot." She whispered, tilting her head up, barely inches from my lips. My thumb traced the lines of her cheek as she spoke. "Sarah fell for you the second you stepped out of the pod. I don't want to hurt our friendship by-

I cut her off by simply pressing my lips against hers, a chaste kiss that could be defined as either innocent or passionate by whoever received it. She sighed deeply before returning the kiss; her tongue reaching out and running along my lips before she leaned back and looked at me.

"Elliot has feelings for you, doesn't he?" I asked, my hand burying itself in her man of hair, the other holding her close at the small of her back. "You saved him and he couldn't help it could he?"

"Well, can you?" Rebecca laughed as she wrapped her arms around my neck. "I pulled you out of a similar situation not too long ago. How do I know that this isn't the same thing?"

Tucking my face into the crook of her neck, I planted slow kiss after kiss on her neck; gently nipping the skin with my teeth; her response a soft moan. Her hands ran over my chest and gripped the towel that was barely hanging on still.

"I guess you'll have to decide for yourself on that." I groaned, picking her up and carrying her to the bed; laying her on her back, the towel forgotten on the floor. "Do you trust me?"

She sighed as she pulled me closer, our lips moving together again as our desires took hold. I pulled her shirt off and attacked her breasts with passion. She moaned and pressed them against me as she gripped my neck.

"I'm beginning to…keep doing this and we'll find out how far the trust goes." She gasped as my hands roamed lower and lower causing her to thrust against me.

Grinning, I pulled back and kissed her stomach; trailing down. "I don't think we're going to make dinner."

Xxxx

I awoke with a start; a past memory playing in the back of my mind as I slept. I had dreamt that I was back in Anchorage, pinned down by the Chinese as my squad and I had tried to flank their position only for it to be a trap. Two of my men were dead and I could see their faces both staring at me in accusation as I stood unscathed.

Running my hand over my face, I glanced down at the woman who slept beside me; her arm cast over my chest. The blanket over us barely covered our modesty and I couldn't help but laughed at the sight of her hair.

Picking up my watch, I groaned at the time. Not even morning yet and I was wide awake. I gently slipped out of bed and crept into the shower again; taking my time with the hot water this time. I was running my hands over my face when I felt a presence press against my back; eager hands running across my chest.

"I tried to be quiet, Becca." I said, looking over my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

I felt her nod against my back. "Slept great for the first time since my dad died and I don't mind you waking me. I've always been a light sleeper."

Turning, I pulled her under the spray of water and ran my hand over her hair; pushing it out of her face. She giggled and swatted my chest playfully; her fingers tracing over the tattoo across my chest.

"What does this symbol mean?" She asked, her fingers running along a scar that marred the image. The scar had been given by a Chinese bayonet during a forgotten mission and had almost ruined the eagle inked in my skin.

"It's the Eagle, Globe, and Anchor. The symbol of the Corps I belong to. I like to think it stands for honor, courage, and commitment to the nation." I replied, recalling the memory of when I had gotten it. "I was just out of training when I got it…I thought it was cool at the time to get inked with the rest of my squad."

Looking up at me, Rebecca kissed my cheek. "You still consider yourself part of the Corps even after seeing the Enclave for what they are?"

Shrugging, I nodded. "Yeah, I do. Once a Marine always a Marine. Nothing will change that…even if I'm the only one left in the world. We are held to a higher standard and taught that keeping our tradition was what helped to set us apart from the rest. I hold to that regard."

Nodding herself, Rebecca kissed the scar and tattoo gently before wrapping her arms around her neck. She nuzzled my neck with her cheek and began the same actions which led to the night before.

Let's just say we didn't make it to breakfast either.

Xxxx

"Father, the Enclave have been sighted near Megaton." Sarah said as she stood in front of him in the Den; the rest of the Pride arranged around the table. "We lost contact with Rebecca and Sgt. Becher a few hours later, but the Enclave patrol was found dead by Lucas Simms and his men."

Stroking his beard, Elder Lyons nodded at her words. He had realized that with the Enclave back to the Wastes that they would go to wherever the Lone Wanderer made home. Thankfully, the citizens of Megaton were well prepared for such a threat.

"What are you requesting, Sentinel?" His old voice soft, but full of authority. He could see the members of the Pride shift in their seats at his words. He chuckled in his mind, knowing how they wished to leave the Citadel and take the fight to the Enclave.

Clasping her hands behind her back, she took a step forward. "I request permission to scout out the area around Megaton and search for any signs of the Enclave. Also, Lucas wants us to take the Vertibird off their hands. A piece of tech like that will draw too much attention for the town."

Standing, Lyons motioned for those assembled to retain their seats. "Very well, make the preparations Sentinel. I will ask that a few Scribes accompany you to Megaton to recover the Vertibird and any tech left by the dead Enclave. The rest of the mission is up to you; standards procedures when dealing with friendlies."

Bringing her fist to her chest, Sarah saluted as her father left. Kodiak came up beside her and slugged her in the shoulder. "You don't really care bout the tech do you? Just want to find that human popsicle."

Sarah shot daggers at the man, who raised his hands up and backed away. "The Enclave poses a threat again and I'll be damned if they gain a foothold again in the Wastes. Be prepared to move out in the morning. Pride, dismissed."

The Pride nodded and walked out, Kodiak lingered for a second before casting his gaze down in defeat and walked out. Sarah took that moment to let out a long breath she had been holding and leaned back against the wall.

She couldn't let her feelings get ahead of her. She was a Sentinel of the Brotherhood; not some star-struck teenager in a holovid. Sarah tried to ignore the look that Kodiak had given her and stood straight up again. She would do her duty first and any other…issues she would handle when they came about.

Besides, she thought to herself, what could Becher see in such a young woman like Rebecca Evers anyway?

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