Various X Reader: One-Shots

Clem X Reader: Hey, Overseer?

Fallout 4 (Vault-Tec Workshop Add-On)

Clem x Reader: Hey, Overseer?

Gender: Neutral

(Y/N)'S POV

I searched every cabinet and every space available. "Where are they?.." I said to myself lowly. For an odd reason, every holotape I had kept missing. "Dogmeat!" I called out. "DOGMEAT, WHERE— Oh. Hi, Clem." I immediately stopped yelling when I spotted Clem by the door. "Hey, Overseer," he greeted. I laughed a bit. "No need to call me 'Overseer'. You haven't seen a bag filled with holotapes, have you?"

"I think your dog has it."

"I knew it... Mind being a sweetheart and fetch him for me? With the bag, of course. I have work to do here."

"Okay!" he agreed happily. That was one reason why I let Clem stay in the vault. He was always willing to help, no matter how dangerous or how tedious. Yeah, he was a bit of an idiot, but it was the good kind of idiocy. The kind that you get annoyed of but don't want to do anything about it. Also the kind that you don't want to let go. Clem's an idiot, he's my idiot.

A few minutes had passed, Clem didn't show up with Dogmeat. I finished up one of the assignments I had in my terminal, then left to go find them. "Clem? Dogmeat?" I made my way closer to the Cafeteria, hearing voices of cocky men and growling. I hurried my pace, soon coming to find some of the dwellers surrounding Clem, Dogmeat guarding him. "Get out of the way, mut," said the 'leader' of the dwellers. Dogmeat refused, letting out a few barks. I knew he wanted them to back off, so did I. Immediately, one of the three, Jen, gave a grand kick to Dogmeat. The other two began with Clem. Now filled with anger and some anxiety, I rushed down and pulled out my laser pistol, shooting the ceiling. "The three of you, in my office. NOW!" I growled. When they passed by me, I help Clem up and led him to the clinic due to his condition. I ordered another dweller to take Dogmeat as well.

-

"Why do you keep doing this?" I asked the three, trying to stay calm. "Doing what?" Jen asked sarcastically. "Don't be a fucking smartass with me! You know exactly what you're doing. If it wasn't enough already, I was suppose to report in with the Brotherhood and the Minutemen a long time ago. Thanks to you, I need to explain why I reported in so fucking late."

"What's with all the yelling?" Preston, who just happened to arrive, asked curiously. "You remember Clem?" I asked. "These are the guys that were giving him so much trouble? What happened this time?" he asked. "Let's ask them."

"He's weak!" Kelvin, the 'leader', exclaimed. "Not an answer! That still doesn't give you a goddamn reason why you should put my dog in a dying state!"

"What?.." I looked at Preston. There was no doubt he was worried about Dogmeat. His eyes said it all. "He's in the clinic with Clem, if you want to go check on him." He left straight away. As soon as he did, Paladin Danse came in. "(L/N)?"

"I know, I'm late. Just have a problem that needs taking care of." I looked back at the dwellers. "Both of you, your pip-boys. Hand them over."

"What?!" both panicked. "You're pip-boy. Now!"

"Give us one more chance. Please!"

"No! You have been at it with Clem and Dogmeat for over a year. Thanks to you, Clem has the largest record of visits at the clinic. That goes the same for Dogmeat. I can't even keep track on how many stitches and patches he's gone through! And Ezra, I expected better from you. You're lucky I'm not kicking you out this time. I get one more complaint from anyone, especially Clem, when I come back, you're out. You hear!?"

"Yes, ma'am!"

"Alright. You'll be in probation for the next two months. Now scram! You two get out of my vault and don't bother coming back." As they left, I tried shaking off the anger that boiled up in me. Danse, who just stepped out of his Power Armor, waited just outside my office's doorstep. "Should I even bother asking?" he asked. "I honestly don't know myself. Is this how you feel when this happens to you?"

"Maybe."

"Hm.. Alright then. Can you,huh, give me one more minute? Kinda don't want to leave without checking on Clem and Dogmeat."

"Make it quick."

-

"Everything alright, doc?" I asked Dr. Spencer as I walked in. "Clem took a heavy beating this time around."

"How bad is it?" I made my way to Clem, who was asleep. "Two right ribs and one left rib broken, some internal bleeding, and scattered bruises, scars, and so forth. All this can easily be fixed..."

"There's a 'but', isn't there."

"But it will take some time. As for Dogmeat, just needs to rest. Stimpaks are all he needs." I looked over to Dogmeat. His quiet whines were loud enough for me to hear. Preston attempted to calm him down, gently stroking his head. "Overseer?" I heard Clem quietly say. When I turned to look at him, weakness was all I saw in his eyes. I held on to his available hand. "Hey, Clem. How you feeling?"

"Could be worse," he chuckled. He coughed a bit. I placed a hand over his head, Clem was slightly heated. I sighed. "How low are we on stimpaks?" I asked Dr. Spencer. "Very. It won't last with these two," he said, "We don't have any supplies to make a few extra, either."

"Very well. I'll be sure to collect on my way back. Please try to preserve. If you run out, there's a reserved box under my desk."

"Yes, ma'am."

I looked back at Clem. "Leaving again?" he asked. "Can't let my best man die, now can I?" I chuckled. Clem tightened his grip on my hand with a slight smile. His happy energy had gone down drastically. It didn't feel normal. "I'll be back as soon as I can, alright?" Clem nodded. I kissed his forehead before leaving.

-

About a month later, I came back to the vault with nearly two bags filled with stimpaks. "I'm back!" I yelled as I stepped in. I stepped into my office, which was luckily near the vault door. Dropping off one of the bags, I made my way through the halls. "Clem?! Dr. Spencer?!" As I came closer to the clinic, I heard Spencer's voice. "Alright, all your vitals are clear. You're ready to go."

"Thank you, doctor. I owe you." Spencer laughed. "Don't thank me, thank the overseer. We all know s/he cares about you, a lot more than anyone else, in fact." I laughed as I walked in. "I care about you all equally," I said. Dogmeat, who had been sitting on one of the beds, hopped off and 'danced' around me, happily barking. I laughed as he did. "It's good to see you, too," I said as I stroked him. "Welcome back, overseer," Clem greeted happily. I felt his happy-go-lucky vibe again. I was happy that I did. "It's good to be back," I smiled. I turned to Spencer. "I brought more stimpaks. I hope these last long enough," I said as I handed the bag over to him. "Thank god. We're completely out."

"Then it's a good thing I came in time," I joked. "Hey, Clem. Why don't you come with me to the office? I brought new amor sets and I'd like you to keep one of them."

Clem nodded. He followed as I went back to the office. For a good hour or two, we went through every piece of armor, eventually finishing off with combat armor, which Clem would keep. "Overseer, do I... really matter the most?" Clem asked innocently as I helped him with the armor's torso. "What kind of question is that?" I asked jokingly. I heard Clem sigh quietly. "Of course you do. If it wasn't for you, this vault wouldn't have happen. You were the one to help build this tiny community from scratch... And I wouldn't have met you." Clem's cheeks turned red and smiled. I got ahold of his fidgeting hands and landed my lips onto his. His lips were warm and surprisingly soft. It was short but it felt passionate. "You're my best man, and I'd do anything for you."

"Hey, Overseer?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

I giggled. "Love you, too."