A Misplaced Wildcard, a Fallout + Worm Crossover fanfic

Chapter 1: Wrong Place, Right Time?

-=Big M.T=-

-Courier Six-

"-And you guys are sure this ain't gonna leave me stranded over there, right?"

Dr Klein, honestly didn't like the... guy I guess, very much when we first met, but I do admit, he has grown on me-

"OF COURSE YOU IGNORAMUS! I SWEAR, THE NERVE TO EVEN ASK IS INSULTING!"

-like mold, or some other form of annoying flora.

"Listen, I ain't saying that I doubt you guys-" I do, "-but I vaguely remember someone having caused a major incident involving teleportation-"

"BAH" Klein interrupts, "SEMANTICS ARE FOR LOWER LIFEFORMS TO CONTEMPLATE AND WORRY OVER WHILE US REAL SCIENTISTS MAKE ACTUAL PROGRESSIONS IN SCIENCE, NOT LIKE THOSE LOSER DWEEBS OVER AT ROBCO!"

Implications of being a lower lifeform aside, I feel the need to make absolutely sure that I won't end up a fine red paste splattered over wherever this thing takes me, "Please tell me you guys at least had Mobius look over it?"

"GRRRRR, OF COURSE YOU WOULD WANT THAT PSYCHOTIC JUNKIE TO MEDDLE WITH OUR WORK!" Klein shakes his screens... angrily? "WE MAY HAVE FORWARDED HIM THE SCHEMATICS, AND HE MAY HAVE BEEN ON A MENTAT BINGE AT THE TIME, BUT EVEN THAT MORON AGREES THAT THE SCIENCE IS FLAWLESS!"

I'm less worried about the science and more worried about me. Ever since I brought up the idea of gathering resources from places other than New Vegas, these egg heads decided that it meant that I wanted to be able to travel interdimentionally, and naturally, they want me to be their lab rat. Whilst normally I would never even entertain the idea, the problem is that I'm more scared of what they'll do if this actually works and I'm not here to reign them in. It was enough of a hassle to convince them to stay here, let alone stay in this universe.

Looking at the modified transportalponder, I just hope that this thing works and hopefully I can think of a good excuse on why they shouldn't start invading other worlds. Sigh, I miss when the most I had to worry about was who shot me.

Thankfully, everything at home is taken care of. Mr House is still in negotiations with the NCR after the whole Hoover Dam incident. Don't think they quite forgave me after that, but my rep with the NCR as a whole is mostly positive. Can't say the same for the Legion but honestly, they shouldn't have let me walk freely into their camp and into Caesar's tent if they didn't want me to shoot the bastard. Honestly, the nerve to try and strong arm me into joining them after sending Legion hit squads after me constantly, though the caps I made off their gear didn't hurt, was extremely insulting.

Besides, a woman in the Legion woulda never worked out anyways.

Eh, I don't think a woman in the Legion woulda worked out anyways.

"Ok, let's get this party started then." I put my finger on the trigger of the transportalponder.

"HAH! PARTY SHE SAYS! AT LEAST I WON'T HAVE TO LISTEN TO HER INANE RAMBLINGS ABOUT SAFETY-"

I hit the trigger.

-=Brockton Bay=-

-Taylor Hebert-

"-the children, just shoot. Doesn't matter your aim, just shoot-"

Wait, they're planning on killing kids?! I-I understand that Lung is a villain but still, kids?

That's it, I've heard enough. I peek down at the group from the rooftop I'm hiding on and spot that they are all carrying weapons, if not in their hands then tucked in a pocket or waistband, damn. Gonna be harder then I thought my first night out would be, but Heroes don't hesitate to protect others, right? I gather my swarm above me and send out a command,

Attack

My swarm starts attempting to fly into the criminals eyes and mouths, insects and arachnids biting and clawing whatever exposed skin is available, taking them by surprise. From the roof I can hear their guns going off, but their screams are drowned out by the buzzing of insects, unfortunately that doesn't stop my power from giving me an influx of information from my swarm. Through my power I can nearly make out the outlines of the criminals due to all the insects crawling over them. I can even almost feel the heat through my bugs but I don't have enough time to fully explore that before flames erupt from the swarm. Looking down, I see Lung spouting fire from his hands, steadily burning through my swarm. I see that he is steadily growing small triangular plates over his skin, from what I read online I remember that he's able to regenerate from most forms of damage so I make sure to pump him full of venom in his more exposed areas. Slowly, I see that his regeneration is-

BANG

I only hear the first shot, but still see bullets flying over my head. White noise fills my ears while white hot pain fills my side. It takes me a second to realize that I've fallen over, and it takes me a few more to realize that I'm screaming. Through my teary vision I spot that in my hubris I didn't notice a car pulling up with three more of Lung's flunkies stumbling out of their vehicle and seeing me standing on the rooftop. I move further back onto the roof but before I can react there's a fiery explosion from the alley, and soon after a clawed hand reaches over the rooftop, pulling up a half transformed Lung. I see his misshapen jaw moving but all I can hear is white noise. Soon enough, I have Lung standing over me steadily growing bigger. He says something I can't hear and starts reaching for my head.

'Well, guess that's it then. First night out and already going to die. I guess Emma was always right about me, even when I try to do the right thing I still-'

Suddenly, there's a bright flash from my right, causing both me and Lung to flinch. When I regain my vision I look to the source of the flash and find a person wearing some sort of armor with glowing red lenses, in their hands is a strange tinkertech looking device. I see the person look from me to Lung before seemingly de-materializing the strange tinkertech gun, before materializing some sort of shoulder mounted tinkertech weapon. Once again there's a bright flash, but this time there's no Lung. Shocked, I look to my left and see that Lung has been launched into a neighboring building, causing the walls to crater. I watch as the dust settles and see that Lung is shrinking, I guess a massive hole in the chest will do that to you, powers or no.

My head is suddenly pulled to the side where I see that the armored Tinker has pulled out some kind of syringe and is rolling up the neck part of my mask, exposing my skin to the cool late night air. I feel a sharp prick at the base of my neck and notice that the pain in my side starts to fade before I feel another, less painful, prick in my gunshot wound. I look down and morbidly watch a bullet slowly work its way out of my wound before the wound itself starts to knit together, leaving a smooth scar behind. I also notice that my ears have stopped ringing and that the Tinker has been trying to talk to me.

"Hey! You good little lady?" The distorted female voice asks.

Embarrassingly, I stutter out, "Y-Yeah! I-I'm good, thank you." Then I notice that my face is cold, which makes sense since I can now see my own yellow lenses looking back at me from her other hand. Oh.

Noticing my look, she looks at my mask then back at me, "Oh shit, my bad." Then hands me back my mask, before taking off her own.

Blue eyes look back at me. Sharp, angular eyes mixed with high cheekbones and pouty lips pulled up into a smirk, blonde hair pulled back into a bun with a few strands hanging loose. Before I can react she speaks,

"Seems like I came at a bad time huh? Or maybe I'm right where I should be, hmm?"

My face lights up, heat making its way up my neck to my cheeks and beyond. Oh god-

-did I just get saved by some attractive Empire 88 Tinker?!

AN: Back at it again you already know. The reason I'm making this? Well I was chilling out, enjoying myself when all of a sudden I read about 15% of a fic that claimed to be a fallout/worm fic. What it really was, was a gamer fic that took the S.P.E.C.I.A.L system from Fallout and had that was it.

They didn't even do it right, had like 35 points in Luck and 50 points in STR, like if you're gonna use the S.P.E.C.I.A.L system at least do it right.

Eh, I'm just complaining for the sake of complaining. This is a spite fic that I'm making because of that fic I read that's it.

The end.