The Fires Of Boston: A Fallout 4 Fanfic

No End To Weirdness

(Don't kill me for not updating. School's a rough business.)

"You finished with your thinking business? I'm betting the next generation's dying of old age by now," Paladin Danse says. He's crossing his arms and smirking at me.
"I can think if I want to, you can't leave me behind," I reply, singing a bit. (Guess Which Tune #1)
"Haven't heard that tune since... Yesterday."
"What?" I ask, turning towards him.
"We can Danse if you want to. We can leave your friends behind. 'Cause you're friends don't Danse and if they don't Danse, then they're no friends of mine," he replies, singing in a gruff voice.
I burst into laughter. "Why does that song exist?!" I shriek, laughing.
"Calm down, its only a joke," Danse replies, blushing madly.
He's no longer smirking, but frowning deeply.
"Aaawwww, Daaaanseeee. Why don't you have some fuuun?" I ask, holding his hands and dansing with him.

(Sorry, shippers, literal dancing happening.)
(HUMOR!)

Both of our faces red from dancing, I sit down on the bed. Danse sits next to me.
"We need to escape. I don't appreciate the drugs they're pumping into the air," Danse says, avoiding my stare.
"Yeah. That won't be too hard," I reply. I look around when I notice a knife under Danse's bed. I run into his cell and grab the knife. I walk back to my cell and sit down next to Danse. The knife is hovering above my wrist when I realise that there was a vein there. So, I cut the sleeves of my jumpsuit and put the blade of the knife to Danse's sleeves. He allows me to cut off the sleeves and then I stitch five words into his skin: Is this what you wanted? He does the same to me.
I then touch Danse's face gently, then cut my hand open. Blood is gushing out as I clench my hand. Danse grabs the knife and hides it under the bricks under Danse's bed.
I begin to groan in feigned (and real) pain. I am really stupid. Why did I do this?
Danse picks me up and lays me down onto my bed. The blood is gushing out faster now.
I take my jumpsuit sleeve (that was cut up) and wrap it around my hand.
"Don't worry, Danse," I whisper to him, "All you have to do is tell them I'm unconscious..." I then pass out.

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I know I'm dreaming, but I don't want to wake up to my personal nightmare. Right now, this is Heaven.
Strangely, Heaven involves Nick Valentine and Danse, apparently.
No, I don't think this is some sort of gay fantasy, but really. Its really strange.
What's really happening is that Nick led me to some random building near Diamond City. He pushed me inside and locked the door behind me. Its almost dark except for a single room illuminated. So, I turn on my Pipboy light and see a bunch of thistle and other Wasteland flowers making a trail. I decide to follow it. What could happen, anyways??
The trail leads to a bed. THIS isn't strange, I think. Why would Nick do this?
On the bed is Danse.
Okay, WHAT THE FUCK.
But, by looking at him, he's been turned into an early model synth. And he's dead.
"No!" I scream, "DANSE!"