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Glow a Little Brighter	By : Kitkat534 Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 1753 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Chapter 1
- 2-Chapter 2
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Hancock woke with a groan, wiping his hand over face as he stretched out on his stained sheets, his hand touching something wet and sticky. He started, disgusted, and rolled onto his front. He willed himself to get up but it felt like a Brahmin stampede had run over his head in the night.
“Pull it together man. You’re the fucking mayor.” The pep talk did little to help but he eventually managed to get up. He slapped his cheeks in a vain attempt to get his irradiated blood pumping but quickly gave up, instead opting for a wheezing fit. “Gotta cut down on the Jet…maybe tomorrow.” Somewhat more awake now he shuffled across his room, picking up haphazardly discarded items of clothing as he went.
“Hang on a minute, this ain’t mine…” Hancock glanced over at the bed and his lipless mouth split into a grin. Ah yes, he’d forget about them. He took a moment to admire the two bare asses lying before him before continuing on his quest for clothes. The ladies were starting to stir as the floorboards creaked under his weight and he smirked as they blinked at him, still half-asleep.
“Sorry ladies, I gotta run. This was fun though. Same time next week?” He ducked just in time to miss the flying boot before he dashed out of the room, chuckling to himself. He wasn’t too worried, it was just the Jet comedown souring their moods. Maybe he’d find them later, after a quick stroll around his town.
He practically skipped down the steps of the Old Court House, humming some tune he’d heard the drifters playing the other night. Residents looked up and waved as he left his stately home, someone tossing him a sweet roll as he sauntered past. God it was good to be mayor. He grinned at the Neighbourhood Watch, gave a thumbs up to the drifter in the corner on a bad trip and playfully jumped over some vomit still there from the night before.
He was in a world of his own and he was loving it, so much so he barely registered the gate creaking open, and only half registering the small frame carefully stepping through. He noticed the whispering though, and the sudden hush in his usually rambunctious town.
Hancock looked properly this time, blinking in disbelief from under the shadow of the Old State House. It was a woman, which wasn’t that abnormal. She was short, dishevelled with a crazy look in her. Again, nothing wrong there. No, what had grabbed everyone’s attention was the Mr Handy floating about a foot behind her, bringing its arms up nervously in front of itself.
It wasn’t that no-one hadn’t seen one before, Christ their own bartender was one. But the fact that this one was accompanying this small shell of a wastelander, nervously yet protectively inching in front of her, now that was something new.
“My my, this I did not expect.” The robot murmured in a worried British accent. “Are you sure this is a good idea ma’am?” Hancock gritted his teeth and hastily took a step forward to welcome her and put the robot in his place when a voice stopped him. He stalled, balling his fists at the sudden appearance of Finn, a merc that’d been sewing the mutiny seeds for a few weeks, and stepped back into the shadows to see what the jackass had to say.
“Woah now, hold up there. This your first time in Goodneighbor?” The woman nodded, eyeing him warily. “Ah, you won’t know then. You can’t go walking around in here without insurance you know? It’s a small price to pay to keep that pretty little head of yours on your shoulders.”
The woman glowered and Hancock felt a stab of respect for this odd-looking stranger. His eyes roved over her and his hairless brow shot up. Was that a Vault suit?
“Why don’t you fuck off back to whatever hole you came from.” Onlookers giggled nervously; they knew what Finn was capable of. His fake smile flickered and he paused to take a long drag off his cigarette, eyeing her up as he mulled his next move.
“Now don’t be like that.” He grinned, holding his hands up in supplication. “I just think you’re going to like what I have to offer. You don’t want to get wrapped up in some big, bloody, accident now do ‘ya?”
“Woah woah Finn, calm down.” Hancock had thrust himself forward into the light before he even realised what was happening. He beamed his award-winning smile at the bastard and continued regardless. In for a penny and all that. “You know the rules, newcomers are our guests. So lay off the extortion crap, will ya?”
Ah, now Finn looked pissed. Maybe this was still going to be a good day, after all.
“What do you care? She ain’t one of us?” Hancock’s smile didn’t falter.
“One of us? You must have some major love for your ‘ol ghoul of a mayor to lump yourself in with me.” He placed a hand casually on Finn’s shoulder, waiting for him to meet his eyes. Oh good, a flash of fear. He must have realised. “Now, where was I? Oh yeah, one of us-”.
Hancock whipped out his hidden blade and embedded it firmly in Finn’s chest, twisting it as he slowly pulled it out. He casually wiped the bloodied blade on his trouser-leg as Finn stood there gasping, his body only just realising what had happened. He watched the dying man for a moment in disgust before gently pushing him back, just enough to send that waste of space crashing to the ground in a puddle of his own blood. He sighed happily at the sight.
“You ain’t never been one of us.” Hancock spat on the body before coming back to himself, the anger that had welled up in his chest slowly escaping his body through the blade. He sighed and turned around, only to come face to face with Finn’s intended target. Ah.
Her eyes flicked in a blind panic from Hancock to Finn and back again, her full, cracked lips in a small ‘oh’ of shock. He recognised the signs all too quickly and rapidly stepped forward to catch her as she fell in a dead feint.
“You alright sister?” He shook her gently but it was no use. She was out cold. He frowned and looked around for assistance, sighing in relief as he spotted Daisy cautiously peeking out from behind her stall. “Oi Daisy! A little help?”
She was just running over when the robot kicked into action, floating over to his apparent owner in distress. “Ma’am? Ma’am? Oh goodness, not you too! However shall I cope?” Hancock blanked out the annoying machine and focused on giving Daisy instructions to lift the stranger. She was extremely light but Hancock’s ghoulish arms weren’t exactly going to win competitions anytime soon.
Between the two of them though they managed to carry their new deadweight into Hancock’s home, the annoying Mr Handy floating behind them as it muttered to itself. Two Neighbourhood Watch thugs took over at the entrance and Hancock turned to the robot, pissed off. He held up a hand to stop the robot’s ceaseless drowning and glowered as threateningly as he could muster.
“Look, the damn woman’s only feinted. Hang around and she’ll be back out in a few hours. Alright?” He waited, slowly growing more exasperated as the robot stared at him, its eye focusing and unfocusing in thought.
“Sir, I trust you to take care of Miss Beth. Lord knows what I’ll do without her.” Hancock was already sauntering off into the decrepit State House, waving his hand dismissively at the robot as he disappeared inside. “Thanks sister!” He called out as an afterthought to Daisy. She smiled and shrugged before turning her attention to the robot in thought.
Hancock jumped up the stairs two at a time, eager despite himself to hear the newcomer’s story. A Mr Handy and a Vault suit? Oh, this was going to be good.
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