Be Careful What You Wish For. [Maccready x Reader] *BEING EDITED*

Chapter Two: Attack On Megaton

(Fawkes)- "Don't make me laugh!" Fawkes shouts once the mole rats drop dead. There's been more of them today then last week, Moriarty should be fine for dumping food over the wall. 

The railway rifle was doing its job-- it works well in its condition. Dad really took care of this gun, I can see all the patch up welding he had to do, and the modifications. Maybe he'll let me have this weapon permanently once I show him how well today is. This could be an early Christmas present. 

I feel the sweat dripping down my forehead wiping it away with the back of my hand, the sun's beating down hard on us today.  I look over to Fawkes seeing he's also breaking a sweat.

(Y/n)- "You want to take a break, Fawkes?" I asked.

(Fawkes)- "Yes, Lets" He drops a knee to put down his massive gatling laser.

I sat down with my legs spread out and my hands behind me leaning my back slightly. I tilt my head back for the sun to do its work and soak into my skin. As much as I'm sweating and uncomfortable with the heat, I was desperate for a tan. I look almost like a ghost. I have my Dad's skin complexion, his eye color and possibly his hair color too. I lay fully on the ground looking up at the sky, I close my eyes letting myself be consumed by the rays. 

I feel at peace. 

This is what it feels like to live.

Megaton is my home,  inside I say hello to neighbors and pitch in to help around. I even help Moira Brown when I wanna earn a few extra caps. Going home and seeing Dad, Wadsworth, dogmeat, Fawkes-- that is my family. 

I wonder if Dad gets this kind of bliss feeling, does he every thing about moments like this? Does he think about Grandpa? 

The stories he's told me about wondering the wastes... He went through so much.. 

(Y/n)- "Hey Fawkes, what was it like traveling with my Dad?" I was curious to know from a close friend.

(Fawkes)- "It was an adventure, every moment's exciting. When I was trapped in that cell in the vault-- it was very lonesome. Once I was freed I wanted to wonder-- explore, you're father asked to join him--I couldn't refuse. He is a goodhearted human." That I remember. Fawkes continues to speak good things about Dad. I reach for my stache of goodies taking out a box of potato crisps. I opened it up and poured some onto my lap, I pass the rest to Fawkes to share. We munch on chips and Fawkes continues to talk about the time Dad was being chased by some hit squad wanting him dead, He and Fawkes took care of them with a nothing but a baseball bat. I don't that is true or not, if Fawkes is telling the story than it must be true. 

I smile and ate my last potato crisp. the dirt around swirls like a tornado, the wind is getting fierce. A loud whirring sound--what the hell is that noise? 

My heart begins to race, adrenaline is rushing through me but I was afraid of what's happening. Some dirt flew into my eyes, I closed them shut feeling the little movements in my eyes. I rub them hard to try to get them out-- my eyes water and a few tears fell.