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Mutation	By : Sidonie-Imriel Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 15933 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout or any of the sequels. I do not own any of the characters used here and I would never profit from this writing.

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Chapter Two: Promise

            The sun was a glaring oppression, turning the radiation to oily threads which looped through the air, creating an iridescent sheen along the horizon. Her eyes blinked, diffusing the droplets of sweat that glittered in her vision as her hand rose and took aim, practically of its own accord. Her feet were stumbling, she should have stopped for more sleep but she just wanted to put distance between herself and the dot of the Prydwyn over her shoulder. Still, her arm rose, her fingers tightened, and the bullets flew, striking through nearly every target. She blessed her Pip Boy for the millionth time in her wayward existence and fumbled for another stimpak, cringing as the medicine rushed into her veins. Her vision cleared slightly; the tightness in her chest and limbs eased somewhat and the chaotic throb in her head subsided.

            She recognized the rise of jagged hills that covered the bunker and scurried around a boulder at their base, hearing a barrage of bullets whizz through the stonework. She managed to take out a few more Raiders, watching the side of one head explode in a particularly gruesome fashion, and then ducked further along the escarpment and into the bunker. She hurried into the elevator and pressed the button, raising Martha as she waited for the doors to shut. One unlucky bastard slid into her aim and lost his jaw and a good portion of his neck. She watched him writhing in a dark pool as the last inches of that world closed from her vision and the calm quiet of suspension pressed in. Her breath rattled, with a slight involuntary “mew” at the end of each swooping exhale. She attempted to wipe away some of the blood spatter on her face but her hand was drenched so she only managed to make it worse.

            The doors opened and there was that dark, ever-serious scowl, twisting in shock as it took her appearance in.

“Kill the elevator,” she managed as she stumbled into the crumbling bunker.

Danse caught her, promptly but gently, setting her down instantly and rushing over to the terminal. With a few quick keystrokes he was finished and back at her side, lifting her and pulling her to his sleeping bag, the only bed.

“Miller… Nora,” his voice still faltered on her first name sometimes.

“What happened?”

“Just Raiders…I took most of them out. There’s probably just a handful left.” She’d caught her breath and was stripping her helmet off. He handed her a badly stained cloth and she started to wipe some of the blood away.

“Just Raiders…?” His voice was incredulous and she could have laughed at the way his brow perked, but she was on the edge of tears.

“Yeah, look, is there any water? I’ve got a few bottles…”

“One second.”

She watched him duck beneath the crumbling wall where the bunker had given way to the rumblings of war above at some point or another. Her hand was already fumbling at her belt, pulling meds loose to inject, inhale, and shovel into her mouth. She needed sleep but she couldn’t afford it and part of her shied from the images she may find there. She downed one bottle of water, and then hurried to remove the rest of her armor and duck through to follow behind Danse. He nearly ran into her on his way back, his arms laden with water.

“Am I that disgusting?” She asked with a tired smile, sitting at the edge of the rocks in the earthen cavern. A tiny spring roiled but the water was horribly irradiated and she merely used it for drainage as she poured bottles over her from head to foot, drenching her vault suit before stripping it off and wringing it out, then giving her naked body a good sluice of clean water. Her hair at least ran clean, although it hardly smelled better and was horribly tangled. She thanked Danse for the soap he threw to her and laughed softly as he sat to watch her. She remembered the first time he’d done that…

They’d been traveling together for weeks at that point. They were holed up at the bottom of a subway tunnel and she had a bad cut healing on her ribcage that needed to be kept clean. Covered from head to foot in ghoul innards, she had found her stimpaks becoming ineffective and realized she’d developed an infection. Pooling their water, she’d stripped down and ducked awkwardly behind a car but her curbed groans and cries had slowly pulled him closer until she’d said with exasperation,

“Hell, Danse, you’ve seen me naked a dozen times by now, at least for heartbeats at a time. It’s unavoidable. Just come help me with this; it’s killing me.”

He’d ended up having to lance and drain the wound, then sew her up again. It was anything but a sexy experience. It had brought them closer, though, like all of the millions of tiny ways they helped each other every moment of every day. Over time they began to bathe more easily in one another’s presence when it was unavoidable, to sleep closer together when there was only room for one roll. Accidental touches lingered, lips brushed and laughter choked in the wake of desire. It was unavoidable. Now his eyes lingered hungrily as she lathered and rinsed.

“I’m going to take care of those Raiders real quick,” Danse said suddenly, throwing her a tube of toothpaste before getting up.

She responded with a shrug, rinsing her mouth as she watched him go. She scrubbed the thick gel over her teeth and mouth with her fingers, trying to defuse the taste of Maxson. Swallowing the last gulp of purified water, she pushed droplets of water off her body so that she was somewhat less soaked and began to give her hair one last good wringing. By then Danse had returned and threw her a threadbare towel. She patted dry what was left as she made her way toward him. The Buffout and Med-X were coiling together in that lovely way, keeping her afloat as she felt her mind drift and sway. Danse smiled as she moved easily into his arms, her fingers sweeping up into his dark hair as they pushed his hood back.

“I thought I’d lose you,” she whispered into his neck, feeling him press against her in response.

“You didn’t,” his voice was a calm rumble and she closed her eyes as he kissed her, his lips rough but familiar, the scent of his skin rose, earthen and deep, somewhat like coffee. His hands were gliding over her still-damp body, eliciting gooseflesh as their tongues danced in a hungry promise, a claim. She clung too hard, though, her kiss was too desperate. He pulled away and peered into her very soul with that dark stare.

“What’s wrong?”

Her gaze fell away as she shook her head.

“Nothing! I just need you,” she groaned, sliding down against him.

“No, things are different. I don’t know,” he backed off, pushing her to arm’s length.

“Maybe it’s because I didn’t know what I was, before…” his voice was wandering, as were his eyes.

Her eyes narrowed as they swept over his tight BOS uniform which revealed his obvious desire.

“What, you don’t want me?” She asked coyly, feeling the Med-X slur her words along with her vision.

“Nora, what is wrong with you? Did something happen?” Danse’s fingers tightened on her shoulders, reminding her of Maxson’s grip.

“Did something happen with Arthur?”

Her stomach dropped and swooned as she made a disgusted noise and turned away.

“What…? Did you get demoted? He’s not martialing you is he?”

She felt a desperate laugh wrench free and turned back to him as tears rose up around the forced chortling.

“Demoted? No, I actually managed a promotion out of this.”

His mouth was hanging open as he watched her fall to pieces. Her nerves were frayed, and the meds were looping around their final course. Exhaustion would creep in at any moment. She couldn’t feel the tears streaming down her face and ignored his arms which moved to hold her as she pushed past him. Blackness corroded her mind and she thought she made it to the bedroll, but she couldn’t be sure.

“Can't go forward, can't go back

Set your mind at ease, you better relax

Throw yourself a party, where ever you're at”

            A cool touch on her forehead prompted her brow to furrow as consciousness clawed her dreams to shreds… hands gripping her fell away and the harsh voice that claimed her became muted and then reawakened as the soft hum of the terminal. The lights were annoying and she grumbled at them.

“I thought you may sleep for another few hours.”

She blinked and focused, smiling softly as Danse continued to dampen her forehead.

“Not with you pawing all over me,” she said.

He smiled so softly, just with the very edge of his mouth, and then pulled the cloth back, peering at it as he turned it over in his hands.

“What happened?”

He never did let up; it was what made him a good soldier, a good man.

She shifted and sighed, covering her face with her hands.

“He took what he wanted; you’ve seen how he looks at me,” her voice wanted to cry but her loins were burning and she hated her body for its betrayal.

Danse was silent beside her and she moved her hands, sitting up to reach for him. His shoulder hardened and he made a wounded sound, the very air going out of him.

“He looks at you like a wild mongrel looks a raw slice of Brahmin,” his voice was low, almost inaudible.

“Yeah, and he very nearly tore me to shreds,” her voice nearly broke on the words, her eyes watering as he looked back at her in horror.

“And the worst part is… I enjoyed it.”

She watched his face blanch and fall, the rag he’d been twisting in his hands fell and he stepped on it as he stood abruptly and took a step back.

“What are you saying, Nora?”

“I’m saying you should know what I am; what this place has made me! Every day is transient and I’m fading to nothing with each moment! I’m clinging to emotions, to feelings, to adrenaline… I’m clinging to the next kill, the next mission, the next fuck! All I want is to feel something because I’ve lost everything I was and ever could have been. What is left? What is left?!”

Somehow she’d ended up screaming, slamming the sheet back and stumbling out of bed. She’d jabbed her finger into his chest…

“Nora, calm down…”

“No! Fuck your calm. I hate calm; calm makes my mind wander to all the things I’ve lost.”

His face darkened once again and he solidified himself.

“You can find something else. You can make something else.”

She scoffed at him and reached for her vaultsuit, which was stiff but dry. She struggled with the zipper and growled in frustration.

“You can make it! You have no idea… Not a clue. The Institute…” her eyes flooded again as the zipper finally gave and jerked down.

“Shaun,” she broke on the name, burying her face in her suit. His touch jolted her.

“Don’t! I have to go. I can’t do this. I shouldn’t even be here. You aren’t supposed to be associated with the Brotherhood and they’ll turn on me if they find out.”

He watched her gather her things and she almost crumbled at the broken hope his eyes contained.

“I’ll come back, but I have to finish this. I have to bring down the Institute.”

This caused his jawline to harden.

“Stay, just for a few hours… Please, don’t leave like this.”

She shook her head in exasperation.

“Why do you even want anything to do with me? I’m so broken,” he stopped her voice as he stepped up in front of her.

“I knew you had intriguing tastes from the beginning. I saw firsthand the way you jumped from one companion’s bed to the next, and you were very upfront with me, no matter how much I protested your candor. I accepted your need to fulfill those tastes, even with the women, with all of them. I didn’t care then and I don’t now. You’re a lot of woman and it takes a lot to fulfil you. I’m still up to the challenge.”

His eyes were like a dark fire, reaching out to her. He easily pulled down the zipper she’d struggled with as he kissed her. His hands slid under the material on her bare skin striking shivers where they crept, along her ribcage, underneath her breasts, over them then back down her waist. He jerked her suit down and she clambered out of it and up onto him, smiling as he caught her up and helped her legs to coil tightly around him. She was pulling his zipper down now between kisses, pulling flesh and hair free, pulling it down as his breath began to heighten along with hers. He turned to brace her against the wall as he stripped his arms free and pushed the material down his hips to free his rigid desire. His eyes bore into her the entire time and he gripped her hips after he managed to free himself, plunging into her depth with little preamble. Her breath hitched and she watched that smile curl at the corner of his mouth again, coy now instead of soft as he pulled out. He barreled into her with a force that struck through every nerve and her hitched breath caught and fluttered like a wild thing in her chest as his face came up right next to hers.

“Mmmm, you like this. You like,” her chest heaved between them as he pulled out again, so slowly, “to be fucked,” he plunged forward again and his face was half an inch away from hers as he concluded, “against walls, don’t you?”

“Don’t answer.” It was a demand, driven home with another hard thrust.

“I can see it, you don’t need to say it,” he went on, driving forward some more thrusts as the coy smile crept over the rest of his lips, curling at the corner now into a snarl.

“You just like to be fucked. It probably doesn’t even matter where. I could fuck you,” vicious thrusts jerked her voice out in groans, “in the middle of fucking Diamond City!” she was nearly crying now as she came hard around his driving thrusts which punctuated each word.

His last pump throbbed and jerked as she felt him release within her.

“Fuck,” his growl was angry as he plunged in a few more times and then lowered her gently.

“Damn it, Nora,” he pressed his forehead against hers as their heaving breaths mingled.

“I lost everything too,” he said, and she closed her eyes as she took his face in her hands.

“I can’t lose you.” His voice broke somewhat on the last word and she kissed him desperately, trying to fix everything wrong in the world with that one gesture.

“I’ll come back. I promise. I’ll finish soon and I’ll come back and I’ll be done with them, with him.”

They nodded together and she kissed him one last time, fiercely. Then she gathered up all of her supplies and she left him.
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