Jealousy in the Wasteland

Chapter 1 - Bad Batch?

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~Y/N's POV~

It's another rainy day in the Commonwealth, which leaves me with nothing to do. I set my tools down, making sure my Power Armor doesn't need any more tweaks, then decide to head to Goodneighbor for a drink.

I've always been keen on Goodneighbor. Yeah some of the people are... a little odd, but it's nice overall. Plus, Charlie usually gives me a pretty good discount.

I can't be bothered to walk the whole way in the piss pouring rain, so I fast travel and immediately head into The Third Rail.

"Hey sweet thing! Haven't seen you here in a while." A familiar ghoulish voice calls from behind me, causing me to turn around. There he stands, Hancock. All dressed up in his red coat, raking his eyes up and down my body. "Hancock, I was here last week." I laugh at the ghoul before giving him a hug.

"Too long, sister. C'mon, let's go drink. And take this, you look a little on edge." He hands me some Jet before we head down the stairs into the bar. I don't typically use chems, but I feel rude declining so I quietly put it away.

Hancock and I order a drink and talk about what we've done since the last time we saw each other. "You mean to tell me, you shot a nuke that a mutie was carrying, and blew up the rest?" His jaw is practically on the floor. I let out a laugh, "Yes. You should've seen it, mutant bits went everywhere!" I say, slightly slurring my words.

I feel a pair of eyes on me, but decide to ignore it. I listen to Hancock's rambling, talking about the latest happenings in Goodneighbor.

By this point, I can't ignore the feeling anymore and my head is on a swivel, trying to find who is staring at me. "Bad batch of Jet or something? You're paranoid as hell, Y/N." Hancock asks, staring into my (y/e/c) eyes with his black ones, placing a gentle hand on my knee. "No, Hancock. I feel someone looking at me and I can't place them. I don't like this."

"Oh brother. It's just Nick, he's been eyeing you since we got here. It's kinda starting to piss me off." He says through a clenched jaw. I snap my head to look at the ghoul, who nods towards the synth staring at me. "Wait here. Charlie, get him some water." I say, before heading to Nick.

~Nick's POV~

I've been watching Y/N and Hancock since they got to the bar. Not for any real reason, she's just nice to look at. Before long, she's strutting towards me, but looks rather displeased to see me.

"Mind telling me why you're basically burning holes in the back of my head?" Shit. "Sorry. I was just thinking about a case and must have zoned out. That's my bad, doll." I lie, stirring my glass of coolant and never breaking eye contact.

"If you wanted to come hang out with us you could've just asked, Valentine." She jokes, giving me a small smile before returning to her seat with Hancock.

Now, I'm a synth. I can't feel many emotions, but I'm feeling a new one that I just can't place. I brush it off, pay my tab, and decide to head back to Diamond City.

~Hancock's POV~

As Y/N walks towards Nick, all I can think about is her body, man. The way she sways her hips when she walks gets me going more than Psycho could on any day of the week.

She heads back to her seat, ordering another vodka soda, before returning to our conversation. "Said he was thinking about a case and 'zoned out." We laugh it off and carry on with our night.

Before long, she's slurring her words a little more than she had been, and I decide it's time to get her to bed. "Charlie- give me another one." She slurs out, hiccuping at the end. "Make it a water, Charlie. She won't know the difference." I whisper to the robot behind the bar before turning my attention back to her.

l place my hand on her knee, "Y/N, you're drunk. Let me get you to a room." She looks down at my hand then back up at me, hiccuping once more. "Yeah, you may be right." I laugh at her drunkenness before carrying her to the Old State House and putting her in my bed.

"Goodnight Y/N, sleep well."

With that, she's out like a light and I have nowhere to sleep, so I make do with the floor beside my bed. "Hancock, lay with me." She whines, and I oblige.

Let's hope she doesn't regret this in the morning.