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

Chapter 13: Small World.

(Time Skip)

The sun was slowly killing us....the heat shining down on our skin, it's gonna give me a nasty sunburn. I massage the back of my neck to get some pain relief.  My view right now is MacCready's back side, his hair up in a messy bun. Still can't believe he rescued us, even though he doesnt think he recused us... either way, thanks MacCready...not going to say it to your face because your an ass.

(MacCready)- " Okay, finally back on track."

(Y/n)- " Back on track-- were right back where I started!" my hands waving in the air-- Goodnieghbor is just across that truck...and here I was depending on him...

(MacCready)- " look, I know where we're going, clearly you don't.." he rolls his shoulders and heads north. Fawkes clearly ignores the both of us but follows him. Without the pipboy working-- we got no map. Is it too late to run and ditch him.....no wait-- he'll just find me again...or he won't care and just go back to good neighbor.

(Y/n)- " What is this...a raider campsite?" I say carefully watching my step, this spot has been cleared already. Raider bodies still decompising, someone has killed these guys alright..ew gross! What the hell did i just step in?!

(MacCready)- " Yeah, passed here a long time ago." he makes a left turn, I was dragging behind. I jogged towards them to keep up. The smell was unbreathable-- thank god we passed through.

(Y/n)- " You, out in the commonwealth?"

(MacCready)- " Yeah." he kept his answer short. He doesn't even try to keep a conversation going. What can I do to make him talk?

(Y/n)- " So-- how long ago were you dumped?" I should have brought up another subject but-- I was curious and maybe it brings him a little bit of annoyance. Brings me a little joy to annoy him since he annoys me. 

(MacCready)- "Why are you asking?" he grunts. Grabbing onto the strap of his rifle from falling off his shoulder.

(Y/n)- " Curious..."I shrugged. 

(MacCready)- " Two months ago" two-- months?! He was dumped and he's still drinking? I mean, how special was this girl...I could be a little nicer to him, what if she died? I'll be nice when he starts being nice..

(Y/n)- " And you're still drinking.."

(MacCready)- " Yep." The sun was coming down, the day is almost over...we still haven't found a place or even got out of the city yet.

(Y/n)- "Are you sure you know were you're going?"

(MacCready)- " Yeah-- look, Kid, you talk too much." my eyebrow twitched...he's getting on my nerves. He needs to stop calling me kid, or I have to start calling him old man..

(Y/n)- "Just making sure...since I don't know if your sober or not" I uttered. We just crossed a bridge, a bridge is a good sign. We must be getting closer somewhere.

(MacCready)- " You see that? That tall pointy building...that's were we're going" he stops to show me the building. It's just up ahead of us.

(Y/n)-" What's there?"

(MacCready)- "Drinks...." he says under his breath. Of course, theres gotta be something in it for him. As we get closer-- this tall building was gated around, must me some kind of rest and stop. The gates were opened and MacCready and Fawkes waltz in. I caught up with fakwes and walked close by to him. This place looks a little sketchy...it wasn't organized. Anyone could walk in and start something. We follow MacCready to what looks like the shop, four counters with people attending and some not. MacCready was greeted by someone at the counter. I roll my eyes once he offered him a drink.

(Y/n)- " Be on your toes, fawkes."

(Fawkes)- " Hmmph" he grunts look around.

I walk out of the shops and sat on the grass next to the tall building. I'm surprised their landmarks are still up. People were eyeing fawkes, they kept their hands closely by their guns. I swear-- if they start something they're gonna be dealing with me. MacCready walks over with a bottle of bourbon. He puts it to his lips and tips the bottle up. He brings it down and burps. He kneels down and sits right next to me, with his back against the wall.

(MacCready)- " Drink?" he held out the bottle.

(Y/n)- "No thanks, I don't want to end up like you." I say waving my hand to reject the bourbon.

(MacCready)- "Suit yourself.." he drinks the bottle again.

(Y/n)- " When are we gonna make it to sanctuary?"

(MacCready)- " Probably a week, or two...depends what slows us down."

(Y/n)- " Don't you mean, you'll slow us down..." I reach for the bottle but his reflexes grabbed a hold of my wrist. He eyes it, my scars were exposed. I yanked my wrist back and covered it by stretching my gloves out.

(MacCready)- " How did you get those?"

(Y/n)- " Get what?" I brought my knees up to my chest and huggeed them. These scars will be with me forever, reminding me of what I went through to get here. Images flash in my mind-- but I shake them before I can see them clearly.

(MacCready)- "You know what I'm talking about"

(Y/n)- " Nothing...happened a long time ago" I say in low tone. I look up to the building behind me, it reminds me of stories the ones my dad told me.

(MacCready)-" Hmm. If you think that's impressive-- you should see the ones downtown of Washington DC." he tilts the bottle and takes gulps of it. DC? He knows about that place?

(Y/n)- " D.C? The Washington Monument?"

(MacCready)- '" Yeah, you been there?"

(Y/n)- " I live in D.C-- er--I mean, use to"

(MacCready)- "Hmm...that makes two of us" That's weird, the both of us are from D.C. must be a small word for him too then. He just must have some crazy road stories, specially if were from the same place...He looks the troublesome type, probably did a lot of mercenary work I bet. 

(Y/n)- " My dad use to tell me, "home is where your story begins". Where we lived, I didn't believe that." I start to speak.

(MacCready)- " And what? Now you do?"

(Y/n)- " Actually, yeah...that's where my life became my nightmare" I chuckle, I shouldn't laugh about it, but it did...it took Dad away, it took my friends.... I miss all of them.

(MacCready)- "It happens to everyone."

(Y/n)- " Yeah..." I sighed deeply..I hugged my knees tighter..don't think about it...don't think about it (Y/n). Casey and Karol has taught you to keep feelings aside, and focus on what's in front of you, all that has passed years ago. I'm older now, I'm not a little girl anymore..

(MacCready)- " Hmm." he grunts.

(Y/n)- " What?"

(MacCready)- " Nothing, get some rest..we got a long way to go" he gets into position to lay down on the ground. He turns to his side and tries to rest. Fawkes came by my side and sat down. I scoot next to fawkes for warmth, he huddled up next to me like I use to when I was little. Feeling his embrace brought out some watery eyes. I really want to go back home....to D.C. but there's nothing for me there now..everyone in megaton..they blame father and I for bringing danger in their safe surroundings...I shut my eyes and tried to get some sleep.