The Fires Of Boston: A Fallout 4 Fanfic

Now, What?

I'm still staring at the ring as I hear the gate open.
"Alexandria?" I hear a rough, whispering voice ask. I hear rhythmic footsteps walking towards me. After what feels like a century, Danse's face becomes visible. He's still wearing those rags, and he has a cut on his left brow. He sees me looking at the ring set and smiles. He sits down next to me.
"Soldier, I've been sent to help you regain your ability to walk," he says, still smiling. I smile back, but I can tell Danse is worried. Waiting for something.
"Danse," I begin, setting down the ring box to look at him, "I need to talk about something, first."
"What is it?" Danse asks.
"Well, its about... Us," I say, looking at the rings and then again at Danse.
"Oh, go ahead," he replies.
"Now, I've been wondering for three weeks why you showed me these rings. I realised a few days ago that I knew what I wanted." I move toward him, an effort because of my weak legs, and smile sadly.
"Alexandria? What do you want?" Danse asked calmly. I move my hand up to Danse's face and touch it.
"I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Even if its a short time," I say, picking up the rings and putting them in Danse's hand.
"You... You love me? I... I don't know what to say..." Danse stammers, face red as a Tato. He's nervous as ever.
"Say how you feel," I say.
"I... I love you too, Alex... Alexandria." Danse says, standing up. He pauses and looks around. He stands up and picks me up as well.
He sets me down next to the gate and leaves, saying, "I'll be right back. I promise." I close my eyes because I'm still hurting really badly.

And I wake up.

Now I'm in a nicer room, wearing a jumper, inside of a prison cell.
"You talk in your sleep, Alexandria," Danse says, but when I whip around, I can't see him.
"I know you can't see me, but trust me, I'm in the cell next to you," he says, "No reply needed."
"Ugh, I swear, these people put me on something terrible," I say, rubbing my eyes.
"They make you dream what you want the most," he says, pausing, "and twists them to nightmares." He laughs, nervous.
"So, me, huh?"
"Gee, thanks for making me feel better." I say, sarcastic.
"You really talk in your sleep, little Chatterbox soldier," he says, chuckling.
"Well, what did you dream of, Mr. Handsome Face?" I ask, instantly regretting calling him that.
"Well, Miss Not So Bad Yourself, I dreamt of many things. Why should I tell you any of mine?" he asks back.
"'Cause we're trapped here for who knows how long, and you love me," I say, gripping my hands on the bars.
"Is that right?" Danse laughs.
"Yep. I'm one hundred percent right."
"Hmm. One condition."
"Aaaaand what would that be?"
Danse chuckles. "I get to get revenge."
"Fair enough. Now tell me."

"So, what you're telling me, what I'm getting from all that is... You dreamt of us flying around in the Prydwen?" I ask after Danse supposedly told me his dreams.
"Sure," he tells me.
"What revenge are you thinking of?" I ask.
"What?"
"Revenge."
"What revenge?"
"Dammit, you smug asshole, you know what I'm talking about!" I yell, wanting to punch him multiple times in the arm.
"Ah, THAT revenge."
"Well?" Danse opens a door that I haven't noticed before that connected the two cells and lays against the door frame.
"Well, what?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.
"You're kidding me," I say, putting a hand through my hair. Danse smiles a little and crosses his arms.
"Nope," he says slowly. He walks over to me and closes his eyes. He opens them a minute later and he frowns.
"Okay, I lied. I didn't dream of the Prydwen thing. I dreamt of you."
"Liar."
"I'm not lying, Alexandria." He grabs my hands and lifts them up to his face. He then puts them on his face.
"What exactly is this?" I ask, snickering. He looks at me. His face is serious. He lets go of my hands.
"Well, what did you expect from me? A heart-warming hug?" Danse chuckles. I sit down on the bed.
"Just... Shut up. I need to think." I close my eyes and search my mind.