Fallout Stories

More Than A Friend (Boone)

(Female Courier)

Boone and I were staying at his place in Novac for the night. We were on our way to some of the NCR camps around the area when nightfall hit and we decided against traveling at night. I was a little anxious to sleep in the same bed with him, but he didn't seem to care.

"The bathroom's over there if you need it. I don't have much food, but there's probably something around if your hungry." Boone said to me in a monotone voice like he always did.

"Thanks. You know, you're not half bad." I smiled at him, but he seemed to disregard it. I hated seeing him beat himself up and I wanted to help him, but he never believed me when I complimented him and I knew he didn't trust me, but I wanted to gain his trust. He started to rearrange things, clearly looking for something to offer me to eat. I walked over to him and put my hand on his, stopping him from rummaging through an old cabinet.

"Boone it's okay. I'm not really that hungry anyway." He looked at me, and his eyes seemed to soften beneath his sunglasses.

"Alright. Look, I'm gonna try to get some sleep. You're welcome to join me, or you can use the couch. Whichever is more comfortable for you." He turned back around, mumbling something to himself under his breath and sitting on his bed. He took his rifle off of his back, checking the ammo level in the loaded magazine and reloading some extra magazines. I went over to the couch and sat down, taking off my courier satchel and setting it on the coffee table in front of me. I unholstered my revolver, making sure that all six bullets were loaded and placed it on the table. It gleamed in the moonlight coming through the window. Boone, even though he seemed to prefer rifles, was quite interested in the fancy pistol.

"Where'd you get that?" He asked, nodding towards the shiny engraved revolver on the table.

"What, the pistol? A guy gave it to me after I offered him a job at The Tops. Said his father left it behind before he left his family. He called it 'The Mysterious Magnum' so I just kinda went with it." I responded to his question while tossing the gun in my hand, examining it over and over.

"Hmph." He seemed displeased. Did he think the gun was overrated?

"Something wrong?" I placed the revolver back on the table and looked at him concerned.

"No, not with you anyway. I just don't see how a guy could leave his family like that. Seems weird that you'd start up a family and then just leave it all behind." He continued to load bullets into his rifles magazines as if this was just a regular conversation. It seemed to me like Boone was some type of family man, so why was he a cold, hard man who lived to kill Legionaries now? I stared out the window for a little and turned back to Boone.

"Do you mind if I ask you something?" He was now cleaning his rifle, making sure the scope was clear to see through.

"I guess not. What did you wanna know?" I hesitated. What if this ruined our growing friendship? I asked anyway.

"Why do you hate The Legion so much?" He stopped and placed his rifle down on a nearby desk. He turned to me and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Why does anyone? They're ruthless slavers that murder innocent people. Why do you ask?" He had a point. One of the reasons that Boone traveled with me so much is because I had sided with the NCR and he knew I hated the Legion with a deep passion. But it seemed more than just plain hate with him. No, he had a reason to hate them.

"Well, it just seems personal. I mean, hate is hate, but it just seems like you have a reason behind your hate besides the fact that they're bad people. Ya know?" He looked at me hesitantly, but I looked back at him with a kind and understanding look. He sighed a deep long sigh.

"Alright. I guess we've traveled together for a while now that you deserve to know. Remember when I had you find the person that sold Carla to the Legion?" I nodded. "Well, I know Carla is dead because...because..." I could tell that whatever he was remembering was not something he wanted to remember. "It's okay, Boone." He sighed again and continued. "I know she's dead because I killed her." I was shocked, but I didn't speak and I let him continue. "I tracked Carla and those slavers to Cottonwood Cove and they were selling her, saw it through my scope. They were bidding things that no man has a right to. It was just me and that whole camp, so I took the shot." He looked hurt, and I was speechless. I had a hard time processing all he said, but there was one thing I knew I wanted to do. I pushed myself up off of the worn couch and walked over to Boone on his bed. I sat next to him and grabbed his free hand. He looked at me, still with a hurt look in his eyes, remembering what had happened. I returned the stare, but with a caring look. He seemed to understand what I was trying to convey through my eyes. He leaned forward, bringing his lips to mine. I was surprised at first, but I embraced the kiss. It was sweet, and he didn't force himself upon me, which I took as a sign of respect. He leaned away and stared at me.

"You're not alone in this Boone. You have me. And no one, not even the Legion, is going to take me from you." He smiled for the first time I had seen, and I returned it. I rolled over onto the other side of the bed and pulled Boone next to me. I snuggled into his chest and he put his arm around my back. I looked at him and smiled the biggest smile I could. He returned the smile and we both fell asleep, happy.

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Hi guys! Sorry that it took so long to upload something. I've been getting writer's block recently and I've found it really hard to write. BUT I've got a Hancock x Reader and a Joshua Graham x Reader in the works and I'm hoping to finish them soon! So please be patient with me, I promise I'll be uploading longer stories soon! And please tell me if there's anything I can do to improve my stories or if I missed a spelling error! Thank you for reading! :))