Vault 69

BY : sandman-nobody
Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series)
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Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout. I am not making any money from this fanfiction.

A/N: Here's the first chapter and my first attempt at a Fallout story. First thing you should know is that this story hosts exclusively original characters, and that there will obviously be sexual themes. So try and enjoy if you like that stuff. Please don't flame me if you don't. R&R.

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Beta: Lords of Ember Celica

Word Count: 5946

Chapter 1 – New Beginnings

Mable Turner sat stone faced as the four other women sitting at the large table absorbed what she had just told them. They had been lied to. No matter how she looked at it, there was no other possible explanation.

In the wake of having their lives torn out from under them via nuclear Armageddon, what they found waiting for them in the so called ‘safety’ of their local Vault was a farce by any other name. At first glance it would have seemed wonderful, stocked with food, plenty of clean water with an advance filtration system, and more than enough room for their two thousand residents. It wasn't until everything had settled down and some semblance of calm had been established that the first Overseer of Vault sixty nine discovered the treachery of the Vault-Tec Corporation.

Due to 'faulty' radiation shielding half of their population was now dead. Of the remaining one thousand residents, nine hundred and ninety nine were female.

To say this was simply a mistake, an oversight by the ones in charge of registry distribution was too impossible to believe. More so, the entire Vault had been devoid of any Vault-Tec employees, and no explanation had been given for their current predicament in her Overseer handbook or any of the notes she had found in the small safe of her office. Were it not for the detailed instruction manuals as well as the helpful assortment of Mr. Handy robots seemingly left behind they wouldn't have been able to produce their own food or repair anything that might have broken. Everything had been planned down to the last detail; everything was exactly as someone had wanted, and now they were left to deal with it.

"You're sure?" Janice Wong asked with a pensive expression. The daughter of Chinese immigrants who fled when it became obvious war was on the horizon, it was only a month ago she had received a Vault entrance voucher from the Vault-Tec Corporation along with the information over why she had been chosen. It had made sense at the time; the world was embroiled in a large scale war, with the ever looming threat of nuclear weapons detonating. She hadn't given much thought to the line about 'maintaining ethnical diversity' but now, she was starting to wonder.

A woman of forty five and a highly gifted surgeon, she had been selected as the chief of medicine should they ever have to enter the Vault. She also happened to be the only one out of their entire population with any medical training. This revelation of course only made her anxious expression that much more worrisome to the others sitting at the table.

Coupled with Mrs. Turner's earlier remarks, a sneaking part of her mind couldn't help but wonder if she had been selected purely to make it look legit, having someone with an advance medical degree and training as part of the selected pool of candidates.

Mable nodded, her expression turning grim. "Once the male dormitories were sealed off for good, we ran the registry ten times just to be certain," she revealed. "I even ordered two door to door resident checks in case there was an error, but all it confirmed was what the registry was already telling us."

"One man?" Carla Robins asked, incredulously. A tall blonde woman in her late thirties, according to her papers she had been selected due to her distinguished military service and was to be in charge of the Vault's security forces...neither of which currently existed as aside from herself, not ONE of their residents possessed any military or police training. "That's… how, no, why would they do this?" Judging by the expressions on the other women's faces, they seemed to be wondering the very same thing.

"Man?" Susan Buhari scoffed. "He is barely sixteen, a boy if I've ever seen one." Her dark African skin set her apart from the rest of the table. A microbiologist who specialized in agriculture, she had at first been thrilled when she received her voucher and papers. Slightly annoyed at the 'ethnical diversity' clause that had been part of it, nonetheless it had been an honor and privilege to be recognized for her accomplishments. According to the registry she was to be in charge of their hydroponics department...of which consisted of she, herself and only her. Her words sent another wave of disquieted murmurs around the table until finally, Mabel was forced to step in.

"Ladies," she demanded, "things are already bad enough, we don't need to add infighting to our list of problems. Let's just take inventory of what we have, what we know, and work from there. Ms. Wong," she turned to her right, "please tell us in your expert opinion, how long could our current population survive?" Shuffling her papers and ignoring the fact that this was hardly her area of expertise, the Asian woman stood from her seat before addressing the room.

"While there is currently only one male in our population, there is a great diversity of women, both ethnically as well as genetically, ranging in age from six months to fifty." Pausing, she glanced towards her Overseer, the oldest resident admitted to the Vault. "Given the ages in the registry, we have approximately fifty years before the population decreases to the point we will no longer have the personnel necessary to keep the Vault operational. After that it would only be a matter of months before the Vault collapses on itself." Looking around the room, the women's worried faces turned pale. Nervously rubbing the paper in her hands, Janice quietly took her seat.

"Are there any pregnancies?" Carla offered. "If they thought there would be more time before we had to enter it would make sense, perhaps some of the unborn children are male." But Mable simply shook her head, her short red bob cut brushing against her cheek.

"That was part of the second door to door check, and no. As far as we've been able to gather there are no women currently with child, or even possibly with child." This left the table silent, until finally, the last woman at the table spoke up.

"So… there's only one option then, right?" This prompted the rest of the women to turn and stare, none of them wanting to admit what was on their minds.

Jessica Swan sat unflinching. Unlike the other woman in the room, Jessica's life had been fairly bland up until the bombs had destroyed her reality. She wasn't a doctor, or an engineer, or a politician; she was just a single stay at home mother. The mother of the very same lone male they had been discussing. This alone had been enough to earn her a place in the discussions concerning their future.

"Mrs. Swan," Mabel spoke cautiously. As a former mayor she was used to the pressures of leadership and thus it was obvious just why she had been selected as Overseer. That being said, Jessica could only sigh at the obvious spiel ready to be thrown her way and spoke up before the older woman had the chance to make her pitch.

"You need my son," she stated bluntly. Many other women would have felt intimidated under the eyes of so many accomplished individuals. But she was smart enough to know when someone needed something from her, and confident enough not to flinch under their gaze. She may not have their degrees or years of expertise, but that didn't mean she was about to just bow to them and their wants, not when she was holding the lone wildcard in the deck. "You need his… semen?" Despite herself, she couldn't help but enjoy the small flinch of discomfort that rippled around the room. Mabel simply sighed.

"Yes," she answered tiredly. "If we are going to survive past the current generation, he will be the key to insuring a stable population that can continue long enough for the radiation levels to subside." Jessica could only take a long deep breath before answering.

"What are you asking for exactly?"

Ms. Wong was the one to answer her. "Unfortunately, while the medical equipment in this Vault is revolutionarily advanced and invaluable, we possess neither the capabilities, nor the trained personnel required for invitro-fertilization. Because of this, if your son, Tomas correct?" Seeing Mrs. Swan nod she continued, "If he were to accept this proposal he would be required to… manually inseminate his partners."

The only reason Ms. Wong was able to keep the color from her cheeks was her years as a medical professional. This might have been the single worst thing she had ever had to deal with, but it was far from the strangest she had seen. That being said, no matter how she tried to word it there was no escaping the fact that she was asking a mother for permission to solicit her son for sex, with nine hundred and ninety seven women as potential candidates.

She quickly sat down. Jessica, meanwhile, continued to stare at the doctor, mulling over what she had just been told. Finally, closing her eyes, she only wanted a moment to collect her thoughts, her decision already having been made long before.

"I spy somethiiiiiiing… grey." Tomas Swan offered in a dull tone. Lying on his standard issue cot, his neck craned over the edge as he stared at the room upside down.

"The wall… again," answered his sister, equally bored. And hearing her brother grunt in acknowledgement, she swept the room, trying to find anything that hadn't been picked a thousand times already.

It seemed like only yesterday they were waking up in their home, and not this prison of steel buried beneath five miles of dirt. It had been just another day plain as any other, the sun shining, the sound of cars and neighbors out front. No one could have expected that the entire world would change forever in a matter of hours.

Eating breakfast and watching early morning cartoons, neither sibling was expecting the town wide Vault-Tec sirens to go off. More confused than frightened, it wasn't until the Emergency Broadcast had cut on and their mother rushed out of her room in nothing but a robe and her pajamas that the reality of what was happening settled in.

Sure, they knew about the war. It was impossible to ignore the rising prices of simple everyday items. Even if they wanted to avoid the depressing news, their school never failed to report on the battle against communism, or the fall of Anchorage Alaska. It seemed the demand for solders would never be satisfied even with half the graduating class already enlisted.

The threat of bombs dropping was always a pressing concern but the worry had been a part of so many people's lives for so long it was almost like a fairy tale. No one really believed it would happen.

Until it did…

They left behind everything. Jessica ushered Tomas and Clair into the car before speeding down the road. Scared and confused, the children latched onto their mother like they were five years old again, as though she had the power to somehow make everything alright. Lucky for them, their mother had pulled through.

Along the south side of their town, hills the size of towers stretched on for a few good miles. They had to drive to the very edge of the wilderness before exiting their car, only to find other families already scrambling towards a fenced in gate. It was only once they joined the fray that they realized where their mother had brought them.

A Vault.

Carved into the mountainside itself, a large yellow gear shaped door with the numbers 69 painted on its front stood open. A small number of people could be seen streaming inside while the rest were left panicking at the gate, soldiers with guns and power armor keeping them at bay.

Their cries were desperate, "Please!" and "let us in!" repeated again and again to no effect. Bodies of those foolish enough to try and force their way in lay at the feet of the crowd. It was madness, complete and utter pandemonium, and without so much as blinking their mother walked directly into the throng of people.

They were both sure they would end up turned away like the rest of the people begging to be let in. But to their utter shock, after elbowing her way to the front of the crowd, she seemed to only say five words to a man with a clipboard and pulled from inside her robe a necklace with three tags hanging from it. Though the siblings had never gotten a close look at the necklace, they recalled her wearing it for as long as either could remember, and never once saw her remove it. After checking something on the clipboard and scanning the three cards, the other soldiers forced themselves into the crowd, creating a path for the two children to walk through. They did so quickly, Tomas' eyes lingering on a little girl clinging to her mother's pants who was reaching for them to take her.

They were just in time too. As soon as they walked through the heavy metal portal, shouting could be heard coming from one of the soldier's radio. Not so much as blinking, one of the men in power armor motioned to a female solder, a tall woman with blonde hair stationed by a nearby control panel. Entering with the family of three, she saluted the other solider, who returned the salute before entering a code, and soon, the platform acting as a bridge into the Vault began to retreat while the mechanism controlling the heavy door began to seal.

Tomas, the closest to the impossibly thick gate, had stood in stunned shock at the last beams of sunlight streamed through the passageway before it closed with a thunderous clang, the lock rotating and hissing as the massive steal pins burrowed into the doorframe. It wouldn't be until much later that he realized that would be the last time in his life he would ever see earth's blue sky. The vibrations from the bombs came soon after. And just like that, the world that they had known was gone forever.

All things considered, both siblings knew boredom was something pretty petty to complain about in the wake of the apocalypse. But this was their second week trapped in the small dormitory unit that had been allotted to their family. Open wandering of the Vault had yet to be allowed, and there was little in terms of entertainment outside an old radio that would only played static on every channel. Still, it was either this or silence, and neither of them liked to dwell on the reality of what their world had become.

"You think mom's gonna get back soon?" Tomas asked, rolling on his stomach to look over at his sister. She was still glancing around the room, trying to find something they hadn't already used for their game.

"I don't even know why they wanted her," Clair answered, waiting a few moments before ultimately giving up. "I mean, what could she tell them, the best detergent to use for our laundry?" Mentioning clothing, Clair took yet another moment to look down at the unflattering blue and yellow jumpsuit she had been issued after her old clothes were sent for cleaning and had yet to return. She would have killed for a pair of sweatpants.

"Don't talk about mom that way," Tomas grumbled, without much conviction. Not that he didn't care for his mother, just that he was used to Clair's opinion of their mom. Clair ignored her little brother's words, choosing to turn and stare at the wall.

At twenty three, the young woman had never approved of her mother's choice to forgo college and education to raise her and her younger brother. Not that she wasn’t thankful for everything she had done for her, but as a modern woman the thought of being kept was appalling. She knew her mom was more than intelligent, and was constantly urging her to go back to school.

Unfortunately, that was a moot point now that the world had ended. And she was left to sulk at the realization that her own education, as well as those of everyone else who was still alive was in the same boat. It was a dramatic twist of irony right now, as much as she hated to admit it, her mother was probably more useful than the majority of the highly educated population of the world.

Much like his sister, Tomas took the time to admire their new attire, more specifically Clair's. Used to pleaded skirts and floral blouses, the near skintight suit was a little more than the sixteen year old boy was used to seeing on the female gender. The material wasn't thin enough to show anything specific, but the outline of his sister's body was very was his own. He tried his best not to stare as a result.

Seeing that his sister was no longer interested in their game, Tomas stood up from his bed, choosing to pace around the room, if only because it was something to do.

By himself he wasn't exactly much to look at. He was neither intelligent nor stupid, nor was he strong or weak. He considered himself to be a fairly average young man in all respects. Medium length pale blond hair, a thin face for his equally scrawny body. The only thing he ever really took pride in were his eyes, a startling shade of electric blue. A shame his mother was the only one to ever compliment them.

Up until the nukes dropped he had just been an absentminded teenager passing the time in school and more interested in the girl sitting next to him than whatever the teacher was writing on the chalkboard. Not that they ever paid any attention to him. Rather, despite his best efforts Tomas found his high school life depressingly bereft of anything female.

He idly wondered what kind of future he could expect now that he would be spending the rest of his life surrounded by metal. Maybe this was his chance to try and finally get a girlfriend? It was at this moment the locked entrance of their room opened, revealing the pale faced visage of his mother.

"Mom!" Tomas grinned, excitedly taking a step towards his mother. The sight of three other women standing behind her stopped him, urging his stomach to churn under their oddly intense gaze. Jessica stepped forward.

"How's my baby?" she smiled. Tomas groaned at the term of endearment, but allowed his mother to pull him into her arms.

Despite his age, Tomas had always gotten along great with his mother, much more than his sister anyways. For as long as he could remember his mom liked to baby him, and while it could be annoying at times, he recognized the love behind the embarrassing actions. That didn't make him any less unhappy feeing her lips against his cheek however.

"Tomas," the Overseer stepped into the room. Staring over his mom's shoulder he looked at the older woman once again, feeling a sense of unease fill him. This sensation tripled as the other two followed in after her, each refusing to take their eyes off him. They offered their greeting and he could only smile, awkwardly offering a wave of his hand in return.

"Ah, sup?"

"Tommy," Jessica spoke, running her hand soothingly through his hair as she spoke, "we'd like it if you'd come with us for a bit. We need to explain some things to you, about what you'll be doing for the Vault from now on." Tearing his eyes away from the three women, Tomas offered his mother a strange look.

"Like, my job?" he asked, suddenly nervous. He didn't think he'd be sent to work so soon. He still had at least another two years of high school left. Probably more the way his grades had been. Jessica offered a calming smile, seeing her son shift.

"Kind of," she agreed, "but don't worry about that until you hear what we have to say. You might even like it," she tried to offer.

"So that means there's a chance I won't," Tomas followed the hidden meaning of his mother's words. And rather than answer, the mother of two gave his cheek another kiss before urging him towards the door. Clair sat up in her bed at seeing this.

"What about me?" she asked, eyeing her remaining family. She stared at the two forlorn, not wanting to be the only one left behind. While it was easy to seem fine, the young woman was still fairly shaken and frightened at the prospect of being alone after everything that had happened. Her mother just cast her daughter a look, regret in her eyes.

"We shouldn't be long," she tried to promise. "I know you must be bored, but the Vault is almost organized and the lockdown should be lifted after tonight. Can you hold on for a bit longer?" she asked. And while her daughter wasn't all too thrilled, the news of open wandering was enough to placate her for now. As a sign of this, she chose to lie back down and turn her back towards the group.

"Fine," she sighed. And as much as the mother wanted to take a moment to rub her daughter's back and offer her some comforting words to calm her, there were other issues that needed to be addressed first.

After exiting his room, Tomas couldn't help but look around eagerly, taking in his new surroundings while memorizing the path back to their room as best he could. It was strange to say the least, and surrounded by metal it was impossible to completely shrug off the cold feeling of isolation the walls gave off. For the first time since they'd entered the Vault, Tomas could actually feel how deeply they'd been buried away from the surface.

They walked through a series of long winding hallways, each leading in different directions but none going anywhere important from what he could tell. Part of him had hoped to see others, but it seemed like the lockdown was all but absolute with just the five of them being the exception.

Glancing to his side, his attention was focused on the tall blonde walking astride him, he couldn't tell why, but she seemed vaguely familiar. He just couldn't place where from. Finally, after a few minutes, they came to another room and he was ushered in.

Once inside, the young man was quickly seated at the Overseer's table, only to find himself surrounded by middle age woman. Eyes wide, he tried to not to fidget.

"Honey," his mother spoke, "I know you must be curious as to why you're here," she acknowledged. Tomas gave a nervous smile, waiting for her to continue. "Well…" she paused, unsure how to continue. Staring into her youngest child's face, the mother found herself unequipped with the knowledge of how to explain their situation. Finally, the Overseer pushed herself forward, offering her hand.

"Tomas, right?" she asked. The boy tentative nodded his head before taking her hand. "My name is Mable Turner, I'm the Overseer of Vault sixty nine." He gave the obligatory smile to her greeting and she returned the gesture.

"Tomas, we've been talking with you mother these past few days and with her permission we'd like to ask you to perform a very serious and vital role in this Vaults future."

Looking around the room, he would have laughed if he didn't see that everyone was one hundred percent serious. Not sure what to say, he managed to mutter, "Okay?" Mabel nodded once before releasing his hand and moving to sit at the other end of the table.

"Mr. Swan," she addressed him, "it has come to our attention that in the registration of the Vault populace there were a few procedures that accidentally resulted in a skewed gender divide. We're asking you to help correct this imbalance." Waiting for the young man to respond, the youth simply continued to stare at the older woman, as though waiting for her to continue.

"Ah…" he stalled, glancing around the room. “I mean, hey, I didn't really score the best at… anything, so could you go over that again?" Smiling sheepishly, he hoped he wasn't sounding as stupid as he thought. Mable smiled.

"Of course," she nodded, "Tomas, to put it simply, of the one thousand residents currently within this Vault, you are the only male citizen."

That, he understood.

Eyes opening wide, he glanced around the room, mouth agape as he waited for them to laugh at him, for this to be some kind of elaborate prank or joke. But again, their faces seemed to be etched in worry as they waited for him to understand the implications of what they were saying. "What!" he finally exclaimed.

"From what we have been able to piece together, due to a flaw in the Vaults structure the male dormitory’s population was exposed to radiation, and as a result died soon after the Vault was sealed. Because of your being a minor however, you were allowed entry into the female dormitories with your mother and sister, resulting in your survival."

In her seat, Mabel watched the young man, repeating the story the council had come up with to cover the conspiracy of Vault-Tec's actions. If his shocked expression was anything to go by, he didn't question it. Well, not much anyway.

"I'm, the only guy in this entire Vault?" he asked, almost as though he didn't believe his own words. "But that's crazy! I mean, that's bad right? Losing all those people?" he asked. At this the Overseer had to breathe.

"Yes, Tomas," she spoke slowly, "without half of our population, and without men specifically to propagate the next generation, we predict that it is only a matter of decades before the Vault begins to fail, and us with it. You are the only one who can help us prevent that from happening and squandering the opportunity we, as well as mankind itself have been provided."

"Okay," Tomas nodded his head, still trying to wrap his head around the Overseer's words. "Cool, I mean I guess I'll do what I can. But, ah, I still don't really understand what that is." The Overseer leaned back.

"Please understand that this has put us, as a community, in a nearly terminal position. If there were any other alternatives we wouldn't even consider such drastic actions." The more she spoke, the more Tomas could feel his heart beginning to pound. What could they be asking of him that was this serious? What could he have that they needed so desperately? Finally, they told him. "Tomas, we… need you to impregnate the women of this Vault, in hopes that it may result in more males to help sustain the population." Everyone waited for his response.

Blinking, Tomas didn't bother looking around having already understood that this wasn't a joke, but what she had just said… how the hell was he supposed to respond to that!? He decided to ask them.

"Are you crazy?" he exclaimed, his breathing having suddenly picked up. Feeling his throat go dry, the tell-tale warmth in his cheeks exposed his embarrassment. "How am I supposed to say yes to something like that?" Rather than get emotional at his outburst, each of the women in the room simply continued to stare at him, albeit a bit more anxiously than before.

"Tomas, you're the only one we can ask," Mabel explained. "Without you there will be no one to inherit the Vault after we have passed. Everything we have done up to this point, all of the sacrifices we have been forced to make, it will all be for nothing. I'm not going to mince words here; we're begging you to help us. Either you agree and we have a chance to help humanity survive, or you don't and we die out, and possibly humanity with us. It's as simple as that." Rather than answer, Tomas found himself turning away from the serious position and looking toward his mother.

No longer smiling, her eyes were tight as she was forced to watch her son struggle with the weight of this decision. She had agreed with this, given them her permission to ask him. That alone was enough to give him pause. After a few moments he turned back to Mabel, his face pale but otherwise calm. He forced himself to speak.

"And… what if I say no? What happens then?" At his words a sense of unease and distress could be felt permeating the room. The Overseer ignored it, meeting the young man's gaze with her own without wavering.

"Nothing," she promised. "We are not animals, and we would not reduce you to such. Understand that we are asking you for this. Should you choose to walk away that is your choice, but also understand that you alone have the ability to help us, to save this Vault and its population. Without you, the day will come that it is nothing more than a tomb for all of us."

Not expecting such an answer, Tomas found himself looking away, unable to hold her eyes any longer. Hearing her ask him so desperately shook him more than he would admit. And honestly, he wanted to help. He wanted to do whatever he could to help. But the thought of being a father, of actually impregnating women, it was a lot to handle for a guy who had yet to even get to second base.

"Okay," he answered in a small voice, much to the relief of the rooms occupants. "I'll help however I can. Just… let me know what I need to do."

Smiling brightly, the Overseer stood from her chair to approach Tomas. Meanwhile, said young man could feel his mother's hand on his shoulder, her grip tight.

"Thank you Tomas, because of you this Vault has a future. And I promise that you will be remembered as the father of our future generations." Not really sure how to respond to such a promise, the teenager just smiled as he shook her hand, trying not to show how uncomfortable he was with the entire situation.

"So…" he trailed off, "I guess you'll just call me or something when you have a… girl lined up?" The Overseer's eyes went wide before settling in a comforting expression.

"Tomas, once again I cannot stress enough how much we understand what we are asking of you. Because of this we found it necessary to… help transition and encourage you as much as possible."

Tomas turned up an eyebrow. "Encourage me, how?"

"There is no way for us to perfectly implement a volunteer scenario that's entirely fair. Because of this we decided that should you accept, rather than pick and choose women from the population, it would only be reasonable if everyone in the population was available for selection and insemination. That being said, because of your understanding of the situation and generosity in agreeing to help us, we thought it would be for the best if you were able to choose your partners." Finally, Tomas couldn't help but cry out.

"No way in hell!" collecting himself immediately, Tomas blushed at his exclamation. Thankfully Mabel responded with a smile. "I… wait, so you're saying that I can just pick whoever I want? Just like that?"

"So long as they are of appropriate age," Mable conceded. "Obviously, there is no point if they have yet to menstruate; and even then we want them to be able to carry the children to full term safely. Additionally we do need Dr. Wong to oversee our medical needs until she has been able to train additional staff, so she would be a very tentative possibility for now. Other than that, yes, as you put it, just like that."

"But, anyone?" he continued to ask. "W-What if they say no?"

"While your acceptance of this proposal was voluntary," she stressed on this fact in case he was having any second thoughts, "for the rest of the population that is not the case," the Overseer answered without hesitation. "This is too important for us to wait until women feel they are ready.”

“We understand that in the wake of lost loved ones and the devastation of the war many women will feel too emotionally distraught to consider the fate of the Vault over their own feelings. However, as regretful as the situation may be, for this to work we need conception to begin as quickly as possible. There is a limited amount of time before a majority of the population will be unable to conceive and we need the gene pool to be as diverse as possible to dilute the dangers of inbreeding for as long as our current level of science can anticipate. It would be better if you were able to find those willing to take on the responsibility, but I want to be perfectly clear when I say that no one is exempt from this law."

What she was saying, it left the young man reeling as he tried to understand the implications. Thankfully, knowing her son, Mrs. Swan could see her Tomas was done and stepped forward to defend him.

"I think my son has heard enough," she said. Turning his head, Tomas' distressed expression softened under the protection of his mother easing his anxiety. Seeing this, a smile graced her features. "How about we all give him some time to digest everything?"

Mabel's features were tight, a clear sign that she had more to say. But taking a moment to look past the future of the Vault, she could see the unease building in his features and forced herself to remember that this was still a very young man they were dealing with. Seeing no other option she nodded her head.

"We are counting on you, and are grateful for your assistance." Ms. Robins stated before standing up to leave the room; Tomas could feel sweat building across his brow.

"Come on Tommy," his mother urged and looking back through the door he could see their eyes still watching him, waiting for him to do what he'd promised. Now he just had to wonder if he could.

A/N: Alright guys, that's chapter 1. Let me know if you liked it. Let me know if you didn't.


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