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The Lone Wandering Couple	By : XfoXshoreX Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 13860 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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As she opened her eyes, Natalia could already feel the jackhammer going off in her head. She rolled around in bed, cursing herself for letting this happen again. After a few minutes, she finally decided she couldn’t stay here all day. She groggily got out of bed and moved over to her pack. She sorted through it and found a stimpak. She injected it, hoping it would help stimulate her body to dull the hangover. She dressed herself, grabbed the manual, her pack and R91, and walked down into the bar. Gob stood at the bar, cleaning it off. He noticed Natalia and chuckled. “Drink a little too much smoothskin?” Natalia slapped her hands over her ears. “God Gob, could you keep it down?” He chuckled again and continued wiping the table down.

Natalia sat on a stool and practically face planted the counter while groaning. Gob poured a glass of water, dropped a ice chunk from the fridge in, and set it in front of her. “Come on. Drink.” She angrily grabbed the glass, drank the water in one go, and signalled for more. She drank several glasses of water, almost as fast as Gob could fill it. After about half a hour, she could feel her hangover residing a little. Gob finally spoke up. “So you mentioned a deal yesterday that netted you a lot of caps. May I ask what it was?” Natalia nodded and slid the book over to him. When he read the cover, his eyes went wide. “Uhh Natalia, why do you have a manual for the bomb at the town center?” She waved her hand as she put it into her pack. “That man in a suit that was here last night? He wanted me to rig the bomb to blow.” Gob was horrified but then he saw the smile on her face. “I accepted to get the book and now I can disarm that nuke for good.”

Gob’s face slowly turned to a smile and he laughed. “Damn kid, you’re crazy. I bet Lucas will give you a permanent home here.” She looked up, confused. “A home?” He nodded. “Yep, we’ve got a old house near the entrance whose owner died a week or so before you came into town.” Natalia thought this over. Having a home to come back to would be much better than slowly wasting caps feeding Moriarty’s purse. She giggled internally. “You know, if he offers me that, I might just take it.” She drank a few more glasses of water then motioned to pay but Gob waved his hand. “Even Moriarty doesn’t charge for water.” Well, he did but he was still sleeping and Gob knew he’d never notice. She stood up, her headache dulled enough for her to function.

She thanked Gob and checked her Pip-Boy. She was surprised when it said it was only 9 in the morning. She was pretty sure she’d gone to sleep around 4 or 5 so she guessed it helped contribute to her headache. As she walked out, she shielded her eyes from the intense light. After she adjusted to the light and the pulsing in her forehead dimmed, she headed to the clinic. When she walked in, she didn’t see Church. She guessed he was off eating breakfast or sleeping. She walked over to the room that held the healing patients. She was shocked when she saw Amata’s bed empty. She looked around but found only one was occupied and it was a man. She turned and flew out the building. She looked around, trying to find the Sheriff. Then she saw her. The distinctive bright blue jumpsuit, the yellow stitched on 101, and the familiar black hair tied in a messy bun at the back of the head. She could also see Lucas’ sheriff’s hat just poking over her head. They were standing next to the bomb in the town center.

About the time she noticed them, Lucas noticed her. He pointed to her and Amata looked behind her to Natalia. They stared at each other for a moment then Natalia started to walk towards her, slowly starting to lightly jog. “Amata!” Natalia half shouted as she got close. “Thank God you’re…” was all she got out before Amata’s swinging palm caught her square on the cheek. She wasn’t expecting it and the force sent her spiraling to the ground, landing on her hands and knees then falling onto her back. Amata towered over her, the angriest look on her face Natalia had ever seen. “What in the fuck do you think you’re doing?! Bringing me out into this godforsaken Wasteland and dragging me away from the only home I ever knew, away from my friends and family! Do you know what you’ve done?! I can never go back! NEVER! Do you know how that makes me feel?! DO YOU?!”

Natalia was paralyzed. She knew bringing Amata with her was a risk but if she left her there, she’d have probably died. She never imagined she’d have been this angry with her. She tried to get ahold of herself, to reply to her beloved friend. “But Amata, if...if I’d left you in that Vault, you would’ve died. I didn’t know what else I could do.” Amata just snorted. “You could’ve left me right where I was. In my home. I would rather die in a Vault than suffer a life out here in this hell.” Natalia started to tear up. “Damn it Amata, I couldn’t let you die. You’re my friend. You’re...too special to me for me to let you die. I...I…” Now she was having trouble keeping her shit together. Amata looked away to the ground at her side and spoke in a whisper, nearly unable to be heard. “I hate you.” Natalia could barely hear her but she could feel her heart crack. “Wh-what?” she asked, on the verge of completely breaking down in the town center. Everyone had been watching them since Amata had slapped her to the ground. She turned to her and in the loudest voice Natalia had ever heard Amata use, she felt her heart completely shatter. “I HATE YOU NATALIA MILLER!!!”

Finally the dam broke and Natalia started openly sobbing loudly. She was literally bawling her eyes out in front of the entire town. She jumped to her feet and while still crying, sprinted up the hill towards the town’s entrance. The haze that had engulfed Amata when she’d seen Natalia slowly dissipated and she started to realize what she had just said in her blind anger. She’d told her best friend she hated her. The girl who she loved more than anything in this world, who she had given her first time to, and who was now also stuck in this Wasteland looking for her father right along with her. She’d physically slapped her but worse than that, she knew she had practically reached into her lover and ripped her heart out with those anger blinded words. She took a step to chase after her but felt Lucas’ hand on her shoulder. “Don’t.” he said in his almost southern accent. “She’s armed and you’re not. She’ll will be okay if she runs into anything. Plus if she stays within 300 yards of the entrance, our gate guard has her back.” Amata turned to him, her gaze leveled at the ground. “I gotta say girl, those were some pretty heavy words you just dropped on her. Not to mention that slap. I’ve never seen a grizzled vet of the Wastes slap someone that hard, let alone a Vault Dweller who has just awoken from surgery.”

Amata simply stayed silent. Truth was, her gut was throbbing from the exertion but it was the least of her concerns. She couldn’t bring herself to speak. Lucas sighed. “You know Amata...” For the first time since Natalia appeared behind her, she looked up at Lucas. “Natalia is right. I saw the wound. It was pretty bad for someone’s first hit. Doc had to use up most of his high level stuff just to put you back on your feet. From what she told me, with her dad gone and his assistant dead, there’s no one who could’ve helped you. You would’ve died. I don’t think Natalia could live with having you die. I’m pretty sure if you did, she’d lose the will to go on, especially now that this place is her home.” Amata opened her mouth to speak but she was at a complete loss for words. Lucas waved his hand. “Don’t worry about it, I’m sure she’ll be back soon. After she comes to terms with what you’ve said. Tell you what, let’s go have the Doc change your bandages, get you something to eat and drink, then if she’s still gone by then, we’ll go after her. I have a pretty good idea of where she’s gone anyway.” Amata quietly nodded and they walked to the clinic.
Natalia ran through the town’s gates and sprinted off towards the ruins of Springvale where she’d destroyed that robot. Once she was far enough away, she hid in one of the blown out buildings. She sat against a wall, her pack beside her, and continued to cry. She couldn’t believe her best friend would openly berate her like that. Amata had never raised her voice to her like that, even when she was angry at her. All she could bring herself to do was sob quietly into her hands. She stayed like that, crying for periods then calming before returning to crying, for what felt like forever but was more like a hour. Slowly, she was able to bring her crying under control. With a couple of sniffles, she finally stood on shaky legs. Her R91 was strapped tightly to her back. She loosened the sling and flipped it around so it hung around her chest and she could easily bring it to bear if she needed to. Wiping the last few tears from her eyes, she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder.

She set off, looking through each blown out building thoroughly. She didn’t find much but she was just trying to take her mind off Amata. Most of the buildings had been picked clean over a century ago. Then in one building, she found a safe. It wasn’t open so she assumed it was still locked. When she tried the handle, she found that to be just the case. So she crouched, got comfortable, and pulled a bobby pin from her pocket and a short flathead screwdriver out of her bag. She’d been given the screwdriver by Moira for this exact situation. She’d been told by her that most locks had long since lost their keys and picking the locks was usually needed. She used the task to help take her mind off what had just happened. She’d lock picked plenty of locks on crates in the storage rooms of the Vault to get her alcohol and with a little effort, the safe gave way just like they had.

She searched the contents. She plucked a box of 10mm rounds, a pair of stimpaks, an inhaler of some kind, and a few packs of what appeared to be pre-war money from it. She stuffed them in her pack and continued on looking through the ruins till the only house left was one that seemed to be mostly intact. She readied her R91 and then entered through the door. The first room appeared to be a kitchen with junk littered all over. She moved the R91 around, ready for any sign of trouble. Then a woman appeared from the second half of the house, a revolver in her hand. When they saw each other, they both brought their weapons to point at each other. “Drop it, now!” Natalia shouted in her face. The woman, seeing she was outgunned, lowered her revolver. “Who the hell are you?” the woman demanded. Natalia kept her R91 in the woman’s face. “None of your business. This your place?” The woman nodded. Natalia lowered her rifle to a low ready, still pointing into the woman’s gut so she could fire if she needed to.

She was a little unsure of what to do. Clearly this woman wasn’t intent on hurting her and she didn’t want to kill her either. Then the woman spoke, dragging her out of her thoughts. “Did Colin Moriarty send you?” Natalia mentally lifted a eyebrow. What did Moriarty want with this random waster? She concealed her surprise from the woman. Maybe she’d borrowed or stole money from him and was thinking he was sending bounty hunters or whatever after her. She decided to find out more. “No, he didn’t send me. What does he want with you?” The woman scrowled. “That sack of shit is convinced I’m some crazy junkie who stole money from him. Well I ain’t. I worked for him and just took my share when we were finished.” Natalia finally dropped her rifle to hang from her neck but kept it in her grasp. “How about this, I take half of whatever you supposedly owe him and I’ll tell him I found you dead.”

The woman thought it over for a second. “Fuck it. At least then I can stop sleeping with one eye open.” She disappeared into the other room for a few minutes then came back and tossed a bag to Natalia. “There,” she said “That’s half of what I owe him.” Natalia stuck it in her pack. “So what are you gonna do now?” The woman shrugged. “Who knows? Shoot myself up 'till I forget who I am? The Wasteland sucks, kid. Get used to it." She then turned and walked back into the other room out of sight. Natalia exited the building. She hung her head, thinking over what the woman had just said.

The Wasteland sucks. Get used to it. Those words took a moment or two to really sink in but when they did, they hit like a freight train. She suddenly found herself flooded with depressive feelings again, thinking about how Amata had treated her. The feelings she had half heartedly tried to bury came back twice as strong. Maybe she did really hate her. She had plenty of reasons to. She was the reason Amata was in that entrance room when she was shot and she was the reason Amata was now stuck in a Wasteland with the person who’d dragged her out there. Though it was truthfully a stupid thought to think but maybe, she thought, it would be better to just leave Amata in Megaton. Maybe the Overseer would eventually send a search party out to retrieve her. Lucas might even take pity on her like he had Natalia and take care of her till then. The weight of everything that had happened to her in the past couple of days came down like a cargo container. Her dad leaving, finding out Jonas was killed, Amata getting shot, being stuck in the Wasteland. She’d mentally bottled it all up, unwilling to truly think about it. Now strangely, she found herself unable to bring herself to care about anything. Her mind hadn’t quite broken but it certainly devoid of anything meaningful. It this state that caused her to not notice the man armed with a chopped down and stockless double barreled shotgun and leading a group of three others, each armed with a different weapon, creeping up on her flank.

Before she realized it, he had its muzzle pressed against the side of her head. “Hey there sweetie.” he said, his voice deep and rough. “Why don’t you set that rifle on the ground. You know, so no one gets hurt.” She moved like a automatronic machine, lifting the rifle and sling over her head, and softly set them on the ground. “Good, now set that pack down too.” he ordered. She did just as he asked, letting it hit the dirt with a thud. The man immediately became suspicious. Him and his group had robbed many people over the years but none as well armed as this girl ever compiled so mindless with their orders. His curiosity got the better of him and he slightly lowered his shotgun. He moved a little closer and waved one hand in front of her face. She didn’t blink. She didn’t so much as flex a muscle. Slowly, making sure his double barreled never left her head, he reached over and slid her N99 out of its holster. He let it hit the dirt and snapped back to standing, ready for her to make any move.

She did but it wasn’t in any form he’d been expecting. She turned to face him. It was almost comical, with the barrels of his shotgun sitting just below her eyes. His own eyes went a little wide when he looked into hers. They weren’t focused on him or any of his guys but on something on the far horizon. He’d seen that look before. The famous “1000 yard stare”. The look someone had when they’d stopped caring about anything and everything. Then the words that came out of her mouth surprised everyone standing there. It was a question but nothing he’d ever heard from someone he held at gunpoint. “Want to fuck?” Those words hung in the warm air like a cloud. Then, just as robotically as she’d removed her rifle and pack, she turned and walked over to a nearby trash can and bent over, giving everyone a clear view of her pink panties. “Come on. I’m waiting.” Her voice was flat, toneless and emotionless. Natalia Miller wasn’t there anymore. She was on a far off cloud in her mind, watching but not controlling her actions or words.

The men looked at each other. They weren’t quite sure what to make of this but the sight of this pretty young black haired girl, skin smooth and unblemished from the harsh Wasteland, bent over a trash can and practically ordering them to have sex with her got them all pretty hard pretty quick. The lead man tossed this shotgun to one of his boys and they all approached the female Vault Dweller. The man pulled his mostly hard 7 inch dick out from his leather shorts. He positioned himself behind her, lightly sliding his prick against her panty covered pussy. He wasn’t too happy to find her pretty much dry but he also didn’t much care. He pulled her panties aside and set his man meat at her entrance, ready to get it on. “You ready?” he asked. “Cause I am.”

Just as he got half a inch into her, a sound rang out throughout the nearby hills. The man suddenly went stiff then fell to the ground to her left, a neat hole right in the center of the side of his head. She looked down, curious about what happened. Then she heard a voice. One that had been screaming at her only a hour ago. “NATALIA!” Natalia looked to her right. Standing atop a small hill, was Amata. Crouched beside her was Lucas Simms, his Type 84S still smoking at the muzzle. Everything came rushing back to Natalia. Her gaze refocused, the light in her eyes returned, her awareness sharpened, and as if at the flick of a switch, Natalia suddenly regained control of herself. She looked again at the dead man beside her, his dick still sticking out from his shorts but now soft and dripping with urine. She realized what she had just about let happen and her jaw dropped. She’d just about let a man violate her. Before she could fully comprehend everything, Lucas’ voice called out to her. “Move it!" Just as he did, he let loose with a burst from his rifle and the small valley that surrounded the town erupted into a symphony of gunfire.

Natalia pushed everything else out of her mind for the moment and she quickly turned back to her stuff and made a dash for it. She just got the sling of her R91 in her hand when several bullets ricocheted off the wall beside her. She dashed around the corner, throwing the sling over her head as she did. The din of automatic rifle fire was nearly deafening. She got a good hold on her rifle, made sure it was on semi, and peeked around the corner. She could see one of the other three men lying on the ground dead, with his .44 revolver still clutched tightly. She then spotted one other hiding behind some of the debris, firing some kind of assault rifle. She brought her own rifle to bear. She sighted the man’s half exposed body and pulled the trigger. The sharp recoil surprised her and she jolted back a little but kept her footing. She saw the round slice right through the man’s throat and he grabbed it in a attempt to stop the blood flow. Then she saw the last man, armed with a hunting rifle, take aim at her. As she stared down the muzzle of a .308 caliber rifle, she froze. Time had stopped for her. Memories of seeing the business ends of Park’s and Wolfe’s N99s snapped into her mind. Thankfully, her second of weakness wouldn’t be the end of her. Time returned to speed when three rounds stabbed through his body and he fell out of sight behind a rock. The sound of gunfire abruptly stopped, leaving an eerie calm over the town.

Natalia looked around. She could see the man she’d shot laying on the ground, his hands still loosely around his neck. She couldn’t see the man with the hunting rifle. Then Lucas’ voice called out again. “Clear! You good?!” She looked in his direction and could see him poking over the top of the rock he was crouched behind. She stuck out a thumbs up. She came out from behind the building and walked over to the body of the man she shot. He was dressed in rags made from burlap sacks. His rifle lay beside him, covered in his own blood. It was the first time she’d ever killed a person. He had shot at her friends and so she stopped him. But somewhere, in the back of her mind it almost felt...good. She pushed the thought away and looked around for the man who had taken aim at her. She found him lying a few feet from the rock he’d used as cover. She picked up his rifle and opened the action. She removed the round she found in the chamber and noticed a light indent on the primer. She giggled in amazement on how lucky she’d been and put the round in her pocket.

She heard footsteps coming up behind her and turned around just in time to catch another slap across the face by Amata. The force twisted Natalia’s head with it but then Amata grabbed her roughly by the jaw, twisted her face back around to her own, and captured Natalia in a deep kiss, which surprised Natalia so much she couldn’t put up any defense as Amata’s tongue roamed her mouth, reaching every corner and mauling Natalia’s immobile tongue. She seperated after running out of air. “What in the world were you doing? Letting some random Waster have his way with you like that?” Natalia dropped her gaze. “I’m...I’m not quite sure. I came out here to…” She proceed to tell Amata what had happened with the woman and what she told her. “When that woman told me the Wasteland sucked and to get use to it...I guess I just lost it mentally. I remember asking that man if he wanted to fuck and then exposing myself like I did. But when Lucas killed him and you shouted my name, I snapped out of it.”

Now Amata let her own eyes fall to the ground but then looked back at her friend. “Is...is this because I slapped you and told you I hated you?” Natalia feebly nodded her head. “It’s what started the meltdown, yes.” Amata was filled with regretful feelings. She brought Natalia into a tight hug, surprising her. She slowly raised her hands and returned the hug. They stayed together for a few moments then parted, both of them staring deep into the other’s eyes. Amata was the first to speak. “Nattie, I’m sorry. I let my hormones and anger get the better of me. I don’t hate you.” Natalia’s eyes were hopeful and slightly sorrowful. “You sure? I did take you from…” She was silenced by Amata’s finger over her lips. “Hush. Of course. I could never truly bring myself to hate you. I love you more than anything in this world and if I have no other choice, I’d rather live out here with you than live in that Vault without you.”

Natalia’s eyes became watery from hearing her lover speak so sweetly to her. Now it was her that took Amata up into a deep kiss. Her fiery resolve now returned and their tongues did battle once more. Amata decided to let Natalia have her way and relented first. After a minute, they both parted. Lucas, who had been keeping watch for any other Raiders, made sure to keep his eyes away from them. He thought it rude if someone was to watch them. After a bit, he approached them, still looking away. “I don’t mean to interrupt ladies but let’s get back to Megaton. I’m pretty sure those raiders came from the school and someone might come looking for them.” The girls both nodded to him, Natalia picked up her gear, and they walked back towards Megaton.

Once they were safe and sound inside the walls of Megaton, Natalia and Amata parted from Lucas. They just wandered aimlessly around town as Natalia filled her in on what happened since she had been shot. Her annihilating Officer Park, patching up Amata’s wound, running to Megaton, her deal with Burke and how she planned to turn it to good. When she was done, Amata could only giggle. “You’ve certainly been busy.” Then her face turned serious. “Though I’m a little concerned about that...condition...or whatever appearing again.” Natalia nodded firmly. “So am I. I don’t recall anything that happens when I’m like that. Not when I destroyed Butch and not when I did the same to Park. Clearly, it’s triggered by extreme anger.” They thought together for a bit. “I wonder if there’s anyone out here who knows anything about stuff like that.” Amata said. Natalia could only shrug her shoulders. “I don’t know.” They walked behind a building out of sight of anyone and stopped. Natalia took off her pack and rifle and set them against a wall. She sighed with the heavy off her shoulders for a bit.

She then turned to Amata. “Amata, are you sure you’re okay with me dragging you out here?” Amata only smiled. “I don’t really have much choice. I’m here and I’ll have to make due.” She closed the distance between them and planted a chaste kiss on Natalia’s lips. “Besides, there’s worse things I could imagine than being stuck out here with my beloved pet.” That got Natalia’s attention but not as much as when Amata walked behind her and suddenly put her left arm snug around her neck as if to choke her and her free right hand moved down under her skirt to grip the front of her panties tightly as well. Then Amata spoke into her ear, her voice instantly husky. “What? You thought you stopped being my plaything when we “broke up” 3 years ago? No, I only let you think that. I was going to get you to come around eventually.” She started to rub her palm roughly against Natalia’s panties, who let out a soft, cute gasp. “And now that we’re out here, in this lawless Wasteland, what better of a time could’ve come along? You are willing to be my pretty little sub, aren’t you?”

Natalia rapidly nodded her head as she desperately fought against the heat building up in her core, a battle which she was losing if her increasing moans were any indication. Amata giggled evilly. “Why don’t we take this little show down into the crater? I’m sure all these crusty Wasters would cream themselves seeing a beauty such as you moaning like a slut from just some light over the clothes action. I think doing things like this in public would be a turn on. Don’t you?” Natalia did hate when anyone saw her naked but that very fact was what made it so thrilling. The idea of being forced to perform public sex acts always had been a bit of a turn on for Natalia, so long as it was Amata who was doing the ordering, and that was when she would have known most of the people who’d be seeing her. That it was all mostly strangers… “What’s this?” Amata asked rhetorically as she brought her hand up. It glistened with juices. “Is my pet getting wet at the idea of strangers watching her get fucked by her master?”

Natalia again nodded her frantically. “Ye...yes mistress. Your pet is getting wet from thoughts of getting fucked in front of people she doesn’t know.” Amata again giggled. “Well then, once you secure this place from the atomic threat at its center, maybe your master will reward you with more than just getting you wet.” Natalia’s mind became plastered with thoughts and images of Amata having her way with her body, maybe finding new ways to give her willing sex slave pleasure. But she was brought out of those thoughts when she sharply sucked in air from an acute pain that came from her pussy. Amata had slapped her hand back over Natalia’s pussy hard and squeezed her clit into her pelvic bone. “But your master better never again see you trying to share her property with some male Waster. Or any female Wasters for that matter. Cause this useless pussy is property of Amata Almodovar and her alone. We clear?” For the final time, Natalia nodded her head. Amata smirked. She’d missed this kind of control over Natalia and now that they didn’t have to worry about any stupid rules or laws, she was going to have fun, at Natalia’s expense if needed. She knew Natalia really did get off being dominated by her. No matter how demeaning, if it was Amata doing it, Natalia was fine with it.

Amata let Natalia go and wiped her hand over on Natalia’s back, earning a shiver from the submissive girl. They took a few moments to compose themselves. Then Amata noticed the sun starting to set. “It’s beginning to get dark. I should probably head to our room.” Natalia obediently handed over the key Moriarty had given her for her room. “Go up the stairs to the room right at the top. That’s our room. I’ll take care of that bomb once and for all then finally go see if that Irish penny pincher has any info on my dad.” Amata nodded and gave her lover a hug. “You be careful. I don’t want to be vaporized. Plus it would look bad if my pet accidently blew the town up.” Amata walked off, swaying her hips purposefully and licking her lips thinking of getting to eat what had become her favorite snack even though she’d only had it once.

Natalia shivered. Amata was one hell of a woman and the best part was she was once again, officially her master. Natalia had forgotten what Amata’s sexually charged hands could feel like on her pussy. She straightened her skirt and half hoped nobody would notice. She grabbed her stuff and walked to the center of town. That crazy old man was still preaching. Going on about some division and atom’s glow. She could only guessed he was somehow worshipping the nuke he stood in front of. Damn crazies. Guess the radiation has gotten to them more than most. She thought as she set her stuff down beside the pool of water. She grabbed the manual Burke had given her and stepped into the water. Immediately the geiger counter built into her Pip-Boy started going off. She checked it and was thankful the count was low. Still, she decided to work quick.

Going between the manual and the bomb, she found the panel that contained the bomb’s detonator. There was a slight protrusion on one of the sides of the panel. She got her fingers stuck in and pulled. The panel was rusty and jammed pretty tightly in place. She placed her foot on the bomb’s side and gave a all out pull. The panel finally popped out. Or more accurately, it snapped in half. She nearly fell into the water but managed to keep her balance. But the noise had attracted unwanted attention. “My child, what are you doing to Atom’s vessel?!” It was the old man. She knew this could be a problem but was determined to end the threat of this two century old weapon of war. “I’m disarming this menace once and for all.” The man took a step forward. “You can’t do that! We’ll never know the glory of the Division and Atom’s Glow!” Natalia scoffed. “Oh come on, cut the shit. Your “Division” is death and “Atom’s Glow” is just radiation, which also kills you. If this thing ever went off, everyone in this town will die. They will not “give birth to a billion stars” but they’ll die. Now, if you want to stand there and keep preaching your nonsense be my guest but I’ve got work to do.”

She returned her attention to her task and looked the manual over again. She found the bomb was quite simple. To disarm it for good, all she needed to do was pull a handful of wires from the detonator box. But as soon as she got them into her hand, she could sense the presence of something close to her head. “I’m sorry my child but I can’t let you do that. Children of Atom are to be sober pacifists but if its to protect Atom’s vessel, then I’m forced to raise my hand.” Natalia suddenly drew her N99 from its holster and twisted around to point it at the old man’s head. Their arms, both holding N99 pistols, overlapped each other by a foot. Then Lucas appeared from behind the crowd. “Natalia!” he shouted “What in the hell are you doing?” Natalia turned her gaze to him, a steely determination in her eyes. “I’m protecting your town sheriff.” Then she refocused on the old man. “If you want to be Divided, then find a mini nuke, gather your followers, head out to the middle of nowhere, and set it off.” Then she whipped her left hand, this far hidden within the bomb, around for all to see. Hanging from her balled fist was the wires, still connected to the detonator. She had ripped the entire detonator out. “But don’t bore these people with your crazy beliefs.”

The man lowered his now shaking hand. “You...you blasphemer!” She tossed the detonator at him. He fell to his knees as he caught it. “Whatever you crazy dumbass.” She gathered her stuff and walked out of the irradiated water. The crowd, faces in disbelief that she had just neutralized the threat they’d all lived with for years like it was nothing, parted before her. Lucas followed her, leaving the old man to cry manly tears of sorrow. “Girl, what the hell were you doing? You could’ve blown us all sky high!” She turned and walked backwards for a moment while tossing the manual to him. “Come on Sheriff. We’ve got some final business to take care of and then you can put that bomb out of your mind for good.” Lucas caught the manual and looked the cover over. His eyes were wide with surprise. He continued to follow Natalia as they walked towards the bar. “Natalia,” he finally said “Where’d you get this?” She glanced over her shoulder at him. “I’m taking you there right now. You know the suit wearing man who hangs out at the bar? Burke?” Lucas racked his mind for a moment. “Yeah, I didn’t like the look of him. You mean he gave you this to disarm the bomb?” Natalia smirked as she turned her head back forward. “No, he wanted me to use this to rig it to blow.” She pulled a small device out of her bag and tossed it behind her to Lucas. “It’s a Fusion Pulse Charge. Basically, it sends a pulse throughout the device and overlords the detonator to trigger the warhead.”

Soon, they were standing before the door to Moriarty’s saloon. “You ready to arrest a scumbag Sheriff?” Natalia asked as she rested her hand on the door knob. Lucas brought his Type 84S around from his back to a low ready. “Yeah. Watch my back. I don’t know if he’ll resist.” Natalia nodded her head then opened the door. They walked in and immediately noticed Burke sitting in his chair. They walked over to him, Lucas’ drawn rifle attracting the attention of everyone. When they reached Burke, he spoke first. “Ahh Sheriff. What seems to be the problem?” Lucas cleared his throat. “Burke, you know damn well what the problem is. What are you doing trying to blow up my damn town? Have you lost your goddamn mind?” Burke didn’t seem the least bit perturbed, though Natalia could have swore she saw him glance at her for a split second. “Sheriff, I’m afraid you’ve been misinformed. I’m sure someone has been spreading…” Lucas then held up the Fusion Pulse Charge, supporting the weight of the rifle with only his right hand. “You’re under arrest Burke. I’d shoot you where you sit but I’d rather not make a mess in this bar.” Now Burke finally showed some emotions. His voice was clearly laced with anger. “And I’M afraid I can’t oblige your request...Sheriff.” There was obvious disdain when he said Sheriff. Lucas waved his rifle and forth, having put the pulse charge back into his pocket. “This is NOT open to discussion. You’re coming with me.” Burke sighed loudly. “Why must you primitives insist on doing things the hard way? Fine. Lead the way.”

Lucas turned his back as Burke rose from his seat. Which prevented him from seeing the suppressed pistol Burke pulled from his coat pocket. However, unfortunately for Burke, Natalia had been expecting this. “Lucas! Gun!” She shouted as she drew her N99. Lucas turned and dropped to a knee, bringing his rifle back around. “Stop right…” Before he could finish, Burke had brought his pistol to bear, not on him as he expected, but on Natalia. Before Burke could fire though, Natalia grabbed the barrel of his pistol and yanked him forward. Burke hadn’t expected it and tumbled forward, right into Natalia. She held him in place, her N99 jammed right under his jaw. “Adiós, Cabron.” She pulled the trigger and his brain blasted out the top of his head and splattered the roof. She let his body fall to the ground but held onto his pistol. As she looked it over, Lucas got to his feet and came over. “Damn girl, I must be getting senile in my old age. Shoulda never took my eyes off him. What’s that you got?” She put her N99 back into its holster, grabbed Burke's gun, cycled the action, and picked up the round that fell to the floor. She looked at the base and nodded. “A 1911A1 fitted with a suppressor. With most .45 ACP rounds being subsonic, the sound must be really quiet. With everyone in here being quiet though, you still would’ve heard him shoot. Maybe he just always kept it screwed on here. No way he thought he could kill both of us. Mind if I keep this? Always did like the 1911 design.” Lucas laughed. “Sure Natalia. Didn’t know you knew so much about guns.” Natalia smirked. “I always liked guns, fist fighting, stuff like that. You know, boyish things.” She unscrewed the suppressor, putting it into her bag.

It was then that she noticed Amata behind Lucas as she came down the stairs. “Natalia, what happened?” she asked. Natalia, newly acquired M1911 in hand, looked down at Burke’s body. “Oh you know.” She turned to face Amata. “Wasteland things.” She made her way to Lucas and Natalia. “Did you kill him Nat?” Natalia nodded and showed her new pistol off to her. “He pointed one of these in my face. I just did what came naturally. Pull his gun out of action, say something witty, end him. If he’d just went with the Sheriff, everything would be ok.” Amata looked slightly uneasy. “I don’t know how to feel about you killing someone so casually.” Natalia simply shrugged. “It’s like that woman said. The Wasteland sucks so we might as well get used to it. Besides, not like he was innocent. He did want to blow up the town and then drew on me.” Amata thought her reasoning over then nodded. “I guess you’re right. Not like you’re adverse to the sight of blood either.” Natalia grinned. “Yeah, remember when I headbutted that door by accident? I bled like a stuck pig.” Amata laughed. “Yeah. After the pain went away, you fucking giggled at the sight of your own blood.”

Lucas, meanwhile, had picked up Burke’s limp body and left the bar to take it out for disposal. Gob had also came around the counter, a rag and bucket of water in tow. Natalia turned to him. “Sorry Gob for the mess.” The ghoul just chuckled. “It’s okay smoothskin. You’ve already got what you needed from him and I’m assuming you’ve also disarmed that radioactive accident waiting to happen so the least I can do is clean up after you this once.” Natalia smiled. “Oh Gob, you’re such a sweetie.” Then the door opened to reveal Lucas having come back from dealing with Burke. “Well Natalia, I gotta say. I’m impressed. You helped save your friend’s life, seemingly adjusted to Wasteland life, and helped this entire town by removing one of the only real threats to the safety of this town. I think you deserve this.” He pulled a rolled piece of paper out of his pocket as well as a small bag. “This is 500 caps and the deed to a house near the entrance.” Natalia’s face lit up.  So Gob was right. She reached for the deed but left the bag alone. “The house will do fine Sheriff. You’ve already given me so much. I’d never would have stood a chance of finding my dad without you.”

Then a voice spoke from behind them. “Ya father you say? You wouldn’t happen to mean Liam Miller?” All three of them turned to face Moriarty, who had just walked into the room as they were finishing their conversation. Joy spread across both Natalia and Amata’s faces. “Yes, I do. I’m looking for him.” Moriarty laughed, his accent really shining through. “Ya, I know who ye are. I wasn’t completely sure when I first saw ya but after watching ye drink, I could see ya ol’ man in ya. It’s been nearly two decades but I still remember when your dad came into town. Accompanied by some stoney Brotherhood of Steel fella and this wee little lass sadly without a teat to suckle. Sorry about your mother. Truly.” Natalia was too happy to hear her dad had come into town to care about the mention of her mother’s breasts. Amata, however, was shocked to hear that Natalia’s dad was supposedly here when Natalia was a baby. “That’s impossible.” she said. “Natalia was…” she was cut off by Natalia. “No ‘Mata, I wasn’t born in the Vault. I was born out here in the Wasteland. I heard it from a holotape my dad kept hidden. Or rather, it heavily implied that. If Moriarty says my dad was here with me 19 years ago then it’s probably true. It might explain why I always felt uncomfortable down there and why it’s so natural for me to be out here. In essence, it’s part of my DNA.” Amata took a moment to take all of that in then filed it away to be fully processed later. Natalia looked back to Colin. “Please, if there’s anything you can tell me…” Colin held up his hand. “Sorry lass. Here’s a lesson. Information out here is like a commodity and like any commodity, it has a price. Let’s say...oh 100 caps and I’ll tell ya. Or if you’d rather, you could do a quick job for me.”

Natalia pretended to think it over. She could guess what ‘job’ he meant. “What’s the job?” Colin smiled. “There used to be a prostitute here working for me called Silver. She didn’t like the job anymore and…” Natalia interrupted him. “If she had silver like hair and went to Springvale, she’s dead. I was just there and found her dead body in a house. She didn’t have anything on her.” Colin sighed. “Well lassy, I guess it’s my fault for waiting so long. Well in return for that information, I’ll tell ya what I know.” Before he could speak, they heard a loud bang to their right and looked over. Gob had mostly cleaned the blood off of the ceiling and had hit the so far silent radio to try and get it to work. “Come on you piece of shit, work. Least give me something to listen to while I work.” He grumbled to himself and hit it again. To everyone’s amazement, it sparked to life. A man’s voice emanated from it. Natalia and Amata didn’t know who it was but everyone else did. But they needn’t bother telling them as the man did that himself. "...erybody, this is Three Dog, your friendly neighborhood disc jockey. What's a disc? Hell if I know, but I'm gonna keep talking anyway.” There was a pause. “So my friendly Wasteland survivors, what if I told you I had a Vault Dweller sitting in front of me at this very moment?” Natalia and Amata immediately went onto high alert and rushed over to the radio, knocking poor Gob onto his ass. “No, not some rotting corpse. An actual, living, breathing, talking, and mostly sane Vault Dweller. Well, I guess he’s not technically a true Vault Dweller. He was born out here, just like us lucky lucky people. But he has spent nearly the last two decades living in a Vault. Yes, an actual, working Vault. He hasn’t told me why or how he got in or why he lef...wait a minute folks. My friend is actually motioning to me. He wants to talk. Here you go my friend. Take as much time as you need.”

There was a period of various noises. Then a voice Natalia thought she might never hear again came over the radio. It was her father. “Thank you Three Dog. I thought I’d like to tell my story. Or atleast what’s important. Yes, it’s true that I’ve lived my past 19 years in a Vault. It is numbered 101 and it is probably one of the last operating Vaults in this Wasteland. But before that, I worked with a team of scientists on a project to bring a unlimited supply of fresh clean water to the Wasteland, free of charge. It was with them that I met my wife, Catherine.” He paused for a moment and it could be just heard as he took in a breath. Natalia also found herself feeling long buried feelings about never having met her mother. “She was...an amazing woman. She was the moral driving force behind the project, which we called Project Purity. She had a particular verse from the King James version of the Christian Bible she loved and it really defined the project to be honest.” Liam went on to name the passage and recite it. But everyone listening in Moriarty’s Saloon could only hear Natalia, who named and recited it word for word in perfect harmony with her father. “Revelation 21:6. I am Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. I will give unto him that is athirst of the fountain of the water of life, freely.” Liam then continued as Natalia closed her eyes and just listened to the soothing sound of her lost father’s voice.

“She was simply amazing. I fell for her quickly, as she did with me. Or at least she told me she did.” He laughed as did Three Dog in the background. Then his voice turned back to being serious. “But while my love life grew, the project was stagnating. We could purify small batches of water. A few hundred gallons or maybe a thousand at the most. I know, we were probably being unrealistic. I mean, when was the last time you saw a dozen gallons of fresh water in one place? Let alone a thousand. But our goal, our dream, was to purify the entire Tidal Basin. Did you know that the Tidal Basin was designed to release 250 million gallons of water captured at high tide twice a day? So at any single time, we had a quarter of a billion gallons of water to purify. That’s what we were dealing with. Let me put that into context. In the Pre-War world, males and females had different recommended intakes of water. Averaged together, it was .85 gallons of water a day. If you had a tank full of 250 million gallons of water and divided it into a single day’s worth of drinking water by that recommendation, you could hydrate over 294 million people. Or you could give 800,000 people fresh daily drinking water for a little over a year. Of course, this is just if people are only drinking it and are drinking exactly .85 gallons of water a day. But still, I’m sure the mere idea of being able to do that boggles the mind but that’s what our dream was. Everyone in the Capital Wasteland could drink pure water every day for the rest of their lives, as could their children and their children’s children. They could bathe in it if they wanted to. However, while we could purify it on a small scale, attempt after attempt failed when we tried to scale it up.”

He paused for a moment while a barely audible sound of several gulps could be heard, probably him drinking something. “This entire time, the Brotherhood of Steel, obviously interested in the project for the scientific aspects as well as the help it could bring to the entire Wasteland, was providing security and thank God they did because the facility we worked in, the Jefferson Memorial, was constantly under attack. As time went on, their support waned as attacks increased, Brotherhood casualties mounted, and results were few. Finally, the stick came that broke the proverbial camel’s back. Catherine, after a night I vaguely remember as having contained large amounts of Scotch and pleasurable moments, became pregnant with our first and only child, Natalia.”

He paused for a long time, long enough for Three Dog to ask him if he was okay. Liam continued but it was obvious in his voice it was tough. Natalia also found it hard to listen, a few tears rolling down her cheeks. “Yeah...yeah. Catherine...she died giving birth to Nattie from a cardiac arrest. Before she was completely consumed by it, she spoke her last words and they were what convinced me that it was time to call it quits. She...” He coughed to clear his throat and regain his composure. “She said ‘Keep our girl safe.’ So after we lost her, we cremated her body and spread her ashes into the Tidal Basin, as per her request. We knew there was a chance she’d die during the operation. We were working with ancient equipment in a dark and dank basement. So she made sure to give us instructions as to what to do if she did die. She knew if our plan ever worked, her ashes would be purged from the water but she still liked to think she’d always be apart of the water she’d spent months trying to purify. After it was all said and done, I packed my handful of belongings, bundled my beautiful newborn daughter up in some blankets and left, though I didn’t sneak out in the middle of the night. A Brotherhood soldier accompanied me on my journey. I made it to Megaton and through means I’d rather not get into, managed to get into Vault 101 as their new doctor.”

The sound of a flip lighter being opened and lit was heard, followed by a long inhale then exhale. “So I raised my daughter in that underground concrete prison. I watched her grow up in relative safety. Watched as she turned into this gorgeous, determined woman. They were some of my happiest years.” He took another drag of the presumed cigarette. “But I didn’t plan to stay. I still had a dream to see through. I wasn’t going to let the project die. Even if it killed me, I was going to make Catherine’s dream come true. So I made sure my daughter would be safe inside a structure whose door weighed 13 tons and could take a multi-megaton nuke square on and shrug it off. I made sure she could live her life in safety that people out here could only dream of. Once I was sure she’d be set, I made my escape. The leader of the Vault, their Overseer, wasn’t just gonna let me leave. It wasn’t because I was the only medical professional in there. They would have my assistant Jonas. It was because of his propaganda. ‘We are born in the Vault, we live in the Vault, and we die in the Vault.’” He took another drag, coughly slightly. “That was what he bashed into everyone’s head on an almost daily basis. I don’t know what exactly has happened since I left. I can only hope that maniac didn’t take his anger out on my daughter. I didn’t tell her specifically so she wouldn’t be a possible accomplice. But, the strange thing is...”

He paused for a long time again but this time, when he spoke, it seemed as if his voice was directed some how. “I have this strange feeling that my daughter, as hard headed as she can be, is out here with me. Call it paternal feelings if you want but somehow, I can sense she’s listening. Aren’t you Natalia?” This caught everyone’s attention, especially Natalia’s. Her dad somehow knew she was out in the Wasteland and even more, listening to him talk. Her eyes shot open wide and she stared a focused gaze at the radio, as if trying to burn a hole in it. “Yes,” she whispered so quietly that only Amata could hear her “I am Dad. I’m here.” He chuckled. “Well, if you are listening, I suppose there’s not much I can do about it. I’d rather you still be in the Vault but if you’re out here, then there’s no sense in us staying apart. I’m heading to Rivet City. Find a local, ask them where it’s located, then meet me there if you can. I need to visit a old friend there and just in case I’m not going crazy, I’ll wait there till tomorrow around noon. Be careful. I love you.”

He proceeded to thank Three Dog and the program returned to its normal broadcasting but Natalia didn’t notice. She was busy checking her pack and rifle. “Nattie, I know what you’re thinking and I don’t like it.” Amata said but Natalia reburked her. “I know where my dad’s headed and I’ll be damned if I let anything get in my way.” Amata laid her hand over Natalia’s shoulder. “Natalia, you heard him. He’ll be there till at least noon tomorrow. It’s getting dark, I don’t even have a weapon, and don’t even think you’ll be convincing me to stay here while you go out into hostile territory. Let’s get some sleep tonight then we can both head out in the morning.” Natalia knew she was right. “Alright baby, we’ll go first thing in the morning.” Then the door opened behind them, it was Jericho. Natalia walked over to him. “Jericho, perfect timing.” He laughed. “Really now? What do you need kid?” Natalia smiled. “You still willing to come with me?” He nodded. “Long as you pay me my 500 cap fee, I’m ready to go.” She went digging through her pack for her caps but Lucas just handed Jericho the bag he tried giving to Natalia. “Here’s your 500 caps Jericho.” Natalia turned to stare at him but he just chuckled. “I know I said the rifle was the last gift but you did disarm my long standing worry. You deserve it. Plus Jericho’s a tough bastard. He’ll help keep you and Amata safe.” Natalia just shook her head. “You’re too kind Sheriff.” He patted her shoulder. “Please, just call me Lucas.” She smiled. “If it’s okay, then sure thing Lucas.” She turned back to Jericho. “We’re leaving at first light. Be ready.” he nodded and went to sit on a bar stool. “Alright then, now that that’s settled, I’d say we should go get some rest.” Natalia said as she stretched a bit. They all said their goodbyes, Natalia grabbed the armored suit from her room, and returned the key to Moriarty.

The black haired duo headed over to their new home, stopping along the way so Natalia could introduce Amata to Moira and to buy some food from the Brass Lantern, both to eat then and for their morning trip. As they arrived at the front door of their new home, Natalia unrolled the deed and found a key taped to the top. She removed it and unlocked the door. The place was spacious but mostly bare, save for a workbench and a reloading bench against the nearby wall and some storage lockers, a shelf, and a refrigerator hid away in a nook. Natalia set her stuff near the door, leaning her rifle against the frame. Amata was upstairs, looking around their new house. She called out. “Nattie! You’ll never believe this! We got a queen sized bed! Our preferred size!” Natalia took her boots off and walked upstairs.

She found Amata sprawled out over the bed, nothing but her knee covering her crotch and nothing covering her breasts. Her torso was wrapped slightly, covering her wound. It was a strange yet sexy sight and Natalia could only giggle as she took off her own jumpsuit. She heard a ‘tsking’ sound come from Amata. “A slut such as yourself shouldn’t be concerned about trying to be modest. Get over here.” Natalia obeyed. Before she reached the bed side, she took the paper quote from her dad’s office out from her bra and set it on a desk conveniently placed near but not against the bed. She also left her Pip-Boy on the desk next to Amata’s. Then she stood next to the bed. Amata gave her a ‘come hither’ finger and Natalia crawled onto the bed with her. Suddenly, she produced a small switchblade from behind her back. Natalia’s eyes widened a bit and Amata giggled. “Moira gave it to me when you weren’t looking. So I had something to protect myself with. Though, I plan on putting it to better use. Such as this.” She reached up and slid the blade under Natalia’s right bra strap right above the cup. “You don’t need these things anymore”

With a flick of the wrist, the blade sliced right through the thin material. She proceed to do the same with the other one then grabbed the loose straps and cut them off at the back. She then sat up and placed the blade right between the cups. She looked right into Natalia’s perfect baby blue eyes and smiled. “I love you.” Natalia softly smiled back. “I love you too.” She slowly leaned forward and locked Amata’s lips into a soft, loving kiss as she pulled the switchblade forward and finally freed Natalia’s 38C sized breasts from their artificial cage. They slowly deepened the kiss, Natalia slowly giving into Amata’s dominance. She was suddenly pushed down by her master and they parted. Natalia could feel her excitement at Amata giving her no choice in whether she was going to be wearing a bra and panties in the form of a growing heat centered on her pussy. Her labia started to become wet with arousal. Amata could see her slightly flustered state and moved down to her sub’s panties. With three quick motions, she cut them at either side of her hips and right across the crotch. Natalia noticed how the notion of a knife being so close to her pussy made her even more excited. “Someone seems to be really turned on.” Amata said as she rubbed circles around her still clothed clit. Natalia moaned. “Yes Master, your slave is turned on by your dominant control.” Amata giggled. She loved how Natalia would refer to herself in the third person.  “Maybe this will help a little.” She pulled the remains of the panties away, leaned down, and blew air over Natalia’s hot honey hole. She cooed as the cool air hit her heated skin. Amata gathered the remains of the bra and panties and tossed them to the floor.

Natalia was disappointed when Amata just crawled up the bed to the pillow and pulled the blanket that had been stuffed to one side over to cover herself. “Trust me baby, I’d love to get really kinky with you tonight and I did plan to but once we heard from your dad, I decided to put it off. We need all the sleep we can get, especially if we’re gonna go out in the morning.” She held the open end of the blanket up and patted the bed beside her, beckoning Natalia to join her. Sighing despite being moved by her master putting her feelings over her own desires, she quickly jumped up to shut the door and shut the lights off before snuggling up to her mistress and enjoying the comfort of once more being beside her lover. “Night Nattie.” “Night ‘Mata” Before long, they both drifted off to a comfortable sleep.
Over a dozen miles away, Liam Miller exited the Galaxy News Radio building. It was dark and he could barely see the Brotherhood of Steel sentries standing guard. He looked on his Pip-Boy. It said it was 8:30. Most people wouldn’t dare travel in the city ruins this late at night but Liam knew he was an oddity and felt better at night. Plus he knew the quickest way to Rivet City. Take Metro Junction, pass through Vernon Square, then using Freedom Street Station, it was only a matter of taking the right junctions to get to Anacostia Crossing, which would dump him right at Rivet’s doorstep.   He could see pretty well, courtesy of his Chikaranome or Eyes of Power in English. He had hoped his daughter wouldn’t inherit their power but after what she had done to Butch a few years back, he knew she had.

He’d contemplated staying in the Vault, at least till he could bring himself to tell her about them but after that incident, they never manifested again, though his daughter had gotten into a few fights. Now that he sensed she’d followed him out of the Vault, he was somewhat thankful they had awoken. Their abilities would undoubtedly serve her well. If she could learn to control them, that was. But he was sure with her natural doggedness and will, she’d master them in no time. Plus she had been gifted to have them appear in the next to last stage of maturation. Depending on how events and her life in general played out, he believed she might become a legendary figure through the Capital Wastes. He too could’ve been one but his interests lay elsewhere. As he entered the dark Metro, he willed his Chikaranome to appear. His warm hazel eyes warped into cold black orbs with with a single red dot in the center, their final mature state. He could see everything as if it was noon. He drew his trusty S&W Model 66 and proceeded into the dark tunnel.
A/N
Sorry it's been just over 5 months since I lasted posted. My interests had moved to other things. I have a couple chapters saved up and hope to get the desire to continue writing because I have big things planned for this story and it's conceptual sequels that will take place in the Commonwealth and Mojave. They will involve the Sole Survivor and Minutemen in the Commonwealth and the biggest war since the Great War of 2077 in the Mojave.  Big things indeed. But that probably won't happen for a while since what I have written is only 50k plus words and we've just got started. Till next time.
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