Sing for Me

The Missing Songbird

(Y/n) (l/n) lay frozen in that chamber for centuries. Stuck in a dreamland where everything was perfect. He should've left her there. She had peace in a sleep filled with dreams that would never come true.

But he was bored. He wanted a life, and a family, and no one was letting her out on their own accord. So why not him? He already knew everything about her. He could praise her and provide a good life for her here in the Vaults.

Henry, now commonly known as Hank MacLean wanders to Vault 31. Searching row after row of frozen chambers until he came across what he was looking for. Posted up in the seat, blue lips, and frosted lashes (y/n) (l/n) lay undisturbed. He smiles, pressing all the needed codes for her release. He injects her with a syringe. Just a little memory wipe to make the process easier on his part. He transports her to Vault 33, setting her up on the metal examination table and hooking an IV into her arm. All he could do was wait. He wouldn't be so bored anymore with her around.

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I open my eyes but quickly close them again due to the bright white light. I reach out into the air, my body weak. "Help," I whisper with the little energy I have in my bones. My throat was dry and my lips were numb. My vision comes soon after the feeling in my fingertips. I look down at myself, seeing a blue suit lined with yellow. I choak out a sob, not entirely sure of why I'm sad. I was so confused. I couldn't remember anything. The overwhelming feeling of fear taking root.

I look around quickly through tear-soaked eyes. I'm lying on a table, an IV drip in my arm. I start to breathe heavily. Was I sick? Did I pass out? Where was everyone? Where was I?

Who am I?

Then I heard it, "You're alright. Would you like some help sitting up?" A single voice that calmed the nerves. I looked up to see a man. A small, weak man, with a wide friendly smile, "My name, is Hank. Everything is okay. Do you remember where you were before you fainted? Why you were running?" I stare at him in confusion. I shake my head, covering my eyes. "I... I don't remember anything." Hank pressed a smile and placed a hand on my shoulder. "Well, you're safe now. I'll grab a tray of food and some water and be right back. You must be starving." I feel my anxiety rising as he steps away. The fear of being alone again with unanswered questions claws at my brain. "Wait..." I reach for him, this stranger. "Would you stay? Please?" Hanks's smile spreads over his cheeks, "of course I will."

Day after day Hank would arrive with breakfast, spending the hours of the day teaching me about the Vaults and how the community functions. It sounded like a dream. "I have your file from the Overseer of 31," Hank excitedly says as he types away on his Pip-Boy. "So soon? I thought you said it would take them a week." Hank smiles down at his screen. "It has your name." A smile grows on my face.

A real name. My name! Something factual I could hold onto in this sea of uncertainty. I grab his arm tugging him close, looking down at the screen. I read the name slowly, the information warming my chest. "Melody Richards." Hank smiles at me, "I think it's a beautiful name."

I sit with a grin, content with being Melody. Content with being someone.

"Everyone will love you, Melody," Hank reassured me as he walked us down the corridor, arm in arm. Vault 33 had put together an entire function just for me. To welcome me into their community.

Life was good. I felt right at home in Vault 33 with Hank. He took care of me. He made sure I was always happy. It was hard for me to believe sadness was still an emotion I could have. We married soon after, and my days were happy. I was assigned to teaching, which I was surprisingly good at. Maybe I was a teacher in my past life. It had been a year and Hank and I were just so happy. The daily routine is memorized by my brain. Every day just like the last. A predictable happy day. Until one individual day when everything changed.