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Fallout 3: War Never Changes	By : KMAC Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 35329 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout 3. i wish i did but thats not the case. i also make no money from this story. it is just entertainment written by a huge Fallout fan.

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Gem was helping Gob down the stairs an hour later and the two stood in the corner of the room while Lucas Simms was interviewing witnesses to the earlier killing and Harden Simms was writing down the testimonies. Lucas finally asked Gem to join Andrew and Jenny in the bar area and he talked to Gob.
Lucas came back to Andrew, Jenny, and Gem and smiled.
“Seems like this was self defense and defense of another. There was no murder here. You all are free to come and go as you please. And between us, Moriarty was asking for it. His temper was getting worse and worse and Gob was being beaten worse and more often. It was a matter of time. Gob says you are his hero and he would have likely been beaten to death if you hadn’t killed Moriarty. You have my thanks and my respect. Not for killing, mind you, but for protecting the life of another of my citizens.”
“It was no problem. Gob doesn’t deserve that bullshit. And now about my proposition.” Andrew said sitting on a barstool.
“Of course, Gob takes over the bar, and he deserves it mind you. And Nova is free from her prostitution contract and is to be the new hotel owner in the Gob/Nova business deal. They will both reside here and do their business here. And ive told Gob that his selling license needs to be renewed in 2 months, but that’s plenty of time with how often the bar patrons drink.”
“Good, then the right people are in position.” Andrew agreed. He shook the sheriff’s hand and he left and two of his aides carried the sheet-covered body of Colin Moriarty to the graveyard to be buried.
Andrew left the building after asking Gob if he needed anything else. The day was turning to evening now and the air had cooled considerably. The two decided to sit down on one of the benches that overlooked the city of Megaton. Andrew looked down at his Pip Boy and turned to his radio menu. He blanched and looked over at Jenny.
One of the radio stations read “Vault 101 emergency frequency”.
Andrew tuned in and heard the frantic voice of Amata.
“people of the Capitol Wasteland, I am Amata Almodovar. There is a state of emergency here in Vault 101. If anybody can hear this message, then please come and help us. The password for the door has been changed to my name. If youre out there, then please help us.”
The message repeated itself as it was in an endless loop. He shut off his radio. In the silence, he felt Jenny’s hand on his shoulder. She knew it was her. The woman that Andrew had first fallen in love with. Andrew was in shock. He did not know what to do.
He decided wether it was destined for him to move back into the vault or not, there was a problem and it needed fixing. He turned to Jenny, and the look in his eyes gave him away.
“Go.” she said simply. He nodded and kissed her cheek. Jenny Stahl did not know wether or not she would ever see Andrew Ross again. But she knew that it was the right thing to do for him to go back to his old vault. She would miss him, but she never would forget him.
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Andrew Ross stood outside the wooden door that led into the gigantic cave where vault 101 was located. The old, nearly ready to collapse door had been his final obstacle to freedom from inside the vault. It was this rickety old door that he had opened and had been blinded by the light outside of the cave. He had been living underground for his entire life and had set foot into the outdoor sun and he had been blinded for a few moments. When everything had returned to normal, he had looked out over the expanse of the wasteland and had been in awe that the world was definitely larger than he had ever thought.
Andrew opened the door slowly and his eyes slowly grew reaccustomed to the darkness he had grown up in. he made his way 50 feet down into the colder subterranean crevice and saw the humungous gear-shaped vault door. He approached the control panel and slowly typed in the name of his former lover and best friend. With a high pitched grinding noise, the huge steel door moved inward and rolled to the left and out of the way. Now unencumbered, Andrew entered the vault of his childhood. He stood in the room where he had to fight his way out to freedom a year ago. It seemed like it was so long ago that he was carefree, if not a bit cramped inside the vault.
Andrew made his way to the back and there was an already opened door. He went through it and he was accosted by one of the guards.
“Hold it right there!….oh wait! It is you…wow, it has been so long. Tell me, Andrew, what are you doing back here?” the guard wondered, switching from hostility to recognition in a flash. This had been one of the best guards who had ever served under Andrew’s leadership. Andrew bowed his head in respect to one of his favorite officers.
Officer Gomez held the look of recognition on his face until Andrew could find the words to say.
“I heard the emergency broadcast. I had to come and check this place out. This has been my home and always will be. I will always recognise the fact that this is my birthplace.”
“Ive missed you, and so has Amata. Would you like me to lead you to Amata or to Overseer Almodovar?” Officer Gomez asked.
“Amata.” Andrew managed, holding a hand over his mouth, trying to swallow tears.
“Alright. Just follow me.” Officer Gomez said softly he started walking out of the room and Andrew was right behind him.
“the vault has not been the same since you and your father left. People have died and there has been a rift caused between the populace.” Officer Gomez explained as they walked.
“one side follows Amata‘s leadership and, get this, they want to reopen the vault! Ive always liked her and all, but I can see that that is not a very good idea. I just wouldn’t know what to expect out there. The other side, the opposition…follows the Overseer and they fear the outside world and they are fighting to keep the vault closed and never to reopen. Its close to civil war even now in here.” Gomez continued.
The pair walked along the hall into the familiar mess hall. Behind an overturned metal table stood an old guard, one who was opposed to Andrew’s rule as the head of security, not because he didn’t like the lad, but because of Andrew’s age. The old timer was used to older leaders, but he still held no animosity toward Andrew and he followed orders whenever they were given, especially in protecting Amata from the various sexual predators in the vault. Everyone on Andrew’s team loved Amata. After all that was a pre requisite for joining up with Andrew’s team. If the person had horny thoughts or had a troubled history with Amata he was not chosen for the security team that was voted the most efficient and all around best in the vault’s history, as chosen by the residents of vault 101.
Standing in front of the old cop and a few feet away was Freddie Gomez.
“Stay away rebel, I am authorized to open fire if you come any closer.” the old man said, but his voice betrayed him. He did not wish to shoot Freddie.
“Fuck you old man! The rebels want to convince the overseer to open the vault. Take me to him or you’ll be sorry!” Freddie shouted.
The old man’s gun discharged, a bullet coming to within a foot of Freddie’s head. He blanched and ran the other direction, back to wherever the rebels were located.
Andrew was shocked by the near-Anarchistic direction that the vault had taken. The old man turned toward Andrew, but Andrew pointed his assault rifle at the man.
“I come in peace, and I want to help. But you almost shot Freddie! Whats your problem?” Andrew asked, gun still raised. The old man gave up and holstered his weapon. He knew there was no way he would be able to beat the young man in a fight. The old man sighed.
“I didn’t mean to, im sorry. But these rebels are getting more and more bold. Its about to go to war in here, but I don’t think I have the heart to join. I just want the chaos to end.” the old guard replied, resignedly.
“That’s what im here for, but you’ll have to deal with me if you hurt one of these rebels.” Andrew said. The old guard nodded.
“Yes sir. Youre in charge.” the old guard said, saying what he said often while Andrew was in charge of his security team. Andrew lowered the gun and placed a comforting hand on the old man’s shoulder.
“I will help. don’t worry.” Andrew promised and nodded to Officer Gomez and they trekked on. After a few minutes Officer Gomez stopped in front of the stairs leading up to the residential area.
“This is as far as I can go. The rebels wont like it if one of the overseer‘s guards is spotted in their territory.” Gomez said wistfully.
Andrew thanked him as he turned back down the hallway. Andrew took a breath and ascended the stairs. The first person he saw was Freddie Gomez.
“Are you alright, Freddie? You nearly got shot.” Andrew said, expressing concern.
“Yea im fine. The bullet missed. But damn, I never thought the security force would ever use violence. Weve got to hit back, man.” Freddie answered angrily.
Andrew entered into the foyer that he recognized as the area where the school and his father’s former doctors office was located, as well as his house and the residences of several other vault dwellers.
He moved into the doctors office and he held his breath. He let it out slowly when he saw Amata. She was in the corner talking to Christine Kendall. Amata noticed him and it was as if time stopped for both of them. Amata approached Andrew and hugged him tightly. The two kissed each others’ lips passionately and they hugged some more. Both had tears in their eyes when they pulled away.
“Im sorry, its just been so long. Oh my God, you must have heard the broadcast I made. Have you come to help us?” Amata asked. Andrew nodded.
“Yes. I have come to help. Things seem to be very strained here.” Andrew said.
“Yes they are. I overheard my father talking to some of his guards. He said that he regretted ever letting you and James in here. I found out that the vault wasn’t always closed. It was open once. Our fathers lied to us from the beginning.” Amata said angrily. Andrew pressed his eager lips into hers and it calmed her down. It had the same effect from last year.
The two lovers kissed together, in their own little world. Oh how she had missed him. It was a time of great uncertainty when Andrew had been forced from the vault by the overseer.
The other rebels inside the makeshift quarters quietly made their way out of the large room, recognizing the moment when two lovers returned to loving. They shut the door and encamped themselves into the former school room.
“I‘ve missed you so much Andrew.” Amata said through tears. She kissed him again and held him at arms length.
“Ive missed you too. And there hasn’t been a moment that I havent thought of you.” Andrew whispered. He took a good look at Amata.
Amata had grown well. She was only a year older but she looked more mature and she had only grown in beauty. Her skin was smooth and tan colored and her hair had grown. It reached her upper back now. It was undone from her usual messy bun look that to Andrew looked so hot. But now she was more beautiful than ever with a wavy look in her long black hair. Her dark eyes drank him in and it was beautiful.
“Im not sure what to say right now. It just wonderful to see you right now.” Andrew said as he wrapped his arms around Amata’s waist and kissed her lips again.
The kiss soon grew heavier with the sexual thrill between the two. Amata’s small hand traced the front of his metal armor.
“Changed your style since we last saw each other, huh?” Amata teased, lightly touching the sharp metal spikes along each shoulder.
“Yea, ya know, I thought youd like it.” Andrew said, playing along. Amata giggled and placed her hands onto Andrew’s sides.
“I have always liked the heavy metal look.” Amata said before kissing him again. The others had left the former doctor’s office long ago, understanding that the two former friends and lovers needed this time alone. Amata’s teasing had ceased and the two were swiftly becoming intimate.
Andrew held Amata close and the two kissed, lost in time. For a moment, just a moment, the two were 10 again, experimenting together in a locked supply closet. The heat built as Amata pulled away and searched Andrew’s chest for some kind of zipper or clasp or anything to undo the armor that she knew clad the body she had loved as a child.
Noticing Amata’s look of confusion, Andrew chuckled before undoing a clasp and lifting the heavy steel from his body and laying the heavy chest piece onto the cold steel floor.

“that‘s better.” Amata said softly with a smile. She resumed kissing Andrew while raking her fingers through his dirty blonde hair. Andrew reached around and both hands found Amata’s firm ass and squeezed. Amata sighed as she felt the pressure on her backside. She stopped kissing his lips for a moment to gently kiss Andrew’s neck downward before nibbling at his collarbone.
Amata’s hand found the zipper to the top of the black leather that remained of Andrew’s metal armor. She pulled and it came down simply. The zipper reached to just above the pants of his suit. Amata pulled the fabric apart and kissed Andrew’s muscled chest. She sucked a nipple into her mouth sending electricity all throughout Andrew’s body.
Amata kept going south with her sensuous lips, kissing Andrew’s heavily muscled abs and belly button before sliding the leather up and over Andrew’s head. She started working on the zipper to Andrew’s pants after sliding onto her knees on top of a nearby mattress. She lovingly slid the leather pants down and Andrew stepped out of them. He removed his undershirt at the same time Amata removed his grey boxers.
Andrew couldn’t believe this was happening. He thought he would never again have the chance to make love to the woman who had long ago become his first. Amata’s cool hand found Andrew’s burning manhood, causing him to cringe at the sudden grasp of her cold hands. He soon became used to the chilly touch and leaned close to Amata, hands on her shoulders while she crouched on the mattress as she grasped Andrew’s cock with both hands, simultaneously jacking him off and getting used to his manhood once again.
Andrew cringed again, but this time in pleasure as he felt Amata’s warm wet mouth close around the tip of his cock. He knew this was one of her favorite sexual acts. Amata had long enjoyed the feeling of a hard dick in her mouth, sucking and making her man revel in the sensations of her incredible blowjobs. It was the look on her man’s face and the knowledge that she was the one causing such pleasure in her man that made her love giving head the most.
Andrew sighed in pleasure while Amata expertly sucked, moving her lips up and down Andrew’s shaft. She released Andrew’s cock from her lips long enough to wrap her velvety fingers around his sensitive cock shaft, immediately replacing her mouth around the head of his penis and as Amata bobbed her head and sucked hard while she expertly jerked his cock.
The sensations that Andrew was feeling was unlike any other. Not because Amata was better at sucking dick than the average wasteland whore, but because this sexual experience was something he had wanted for the longest time, yet was forced to go without. He loved Amata and he believed in his heart that she still loved him.
Amata rose from her knees to which Andrew opened his eyes and smiled.
“You have no idea how much I have missed that.” Andrew whispered holding Amata close in a hug.

“That was just the beginning.” Amata whispered in Andrew’s ear. His wet cock leapt at the sultry sound in her soft voice.
Amata stepped back a few paces and slowly unzipped the front of her blue vault 101 jumpsuit. She teased him by twirling around and grinding her clothed shapely ass on Andrew’s hard naked cock. When he tried to grab one of Amata’s tits, she playfully slapped his hand away. After a sexually agonizing minute of hard ass grinding, she spun back around and slowly removed the evil blue jumpsuit.
There she stood in all her naked glory as she rarely if ever wore underwear. Her sexy C cup breasts defied gravity and her pointed brown nipples stood out proudly. Her defined tone body was rife with sexual need. He looked down between her legs and noticed that her pussy lips were shaved but there was just the right amount of black pubic hair directly above her tight cunt.
Amata moved slowly toward Andrew and wrapped her arms around his naked body. Her body was hot and she was looking at him with her big brown eyes halfway closed with lust. They kissed again as they both dropped onto the mattress and lay together. Andrew rolled around until he was on top of his lover kissing her open mouth wildly. He reached underneath his body and grabbed his cock and pushed the head into the hot wet and ready entrance to Amata’s pussy.
Andrew groaned at the sudden heat and wetness all around his cock. The feeling took his breath away. Or maybe that was Amata’s mouth sucking on his. He could wait no longer. It had been months since he felt his first true love’s cunt muscles squeezing his manhood exquisitely and he was reveling in the feeling that was induced in him from the love of his life.
“oh yes honey, fuck me.” Amata breathed into Andrew’s ear. Andrew did just that. He lifted his upper body from the mattress and planted his knees into the mattress. Amata splayed her legs over the top of Andrew’s and settled in for a good hard fucking.
Andrew rotated his hips and drove his cock deep into Amata’s cunt bottoming out on his first stroke causing Amata to cry out in pleasure and dig her nails into Andrew’s back. He groaned and fucked her harder giving her what she wanted the most. Amata bucked her hips up and down meeting Andrew’s rough down strokes. Amata was voicing her pleasure loudly, her breathing increasing with every minute of hard fucking.
“Oh God, yes baby! Oh fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” Amata shouted as her wet pussy stretched around Andrew’s big dick, their skin slapping loudly together as they sweat and groaned together.
“Amata…honey, im gonna cum!” Andrew shouted as he fucked her with reckless abandon, the way she liked it the best.
“cum…inside me baby.” she demanded before she bit his neck. Andrew groaned as he gave Amata a few more rough thrusts before releasing his cum inside Amata’s tight cunt.
Andrew rolled off of Amata’s sweaty and spent body and lay beside her.
“Amata, I have wanted that for the longest time.” Andrew said. Amata pecked Andrew on the cheek and draped an arm around him as she pulled a cover over their two exhausted bodies. With a final loving look between the two, Andrew and Amata fell into a deep slumber in each others arms.
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