This is a series of one shots from Fallout 3, Fallout New Vegas, and Fallout 4. I do not own any of the characters, of course.
All One Shots are in alphabetical order for your convenience.
Anything with an ➵ and a title has been reread, and (hopeful...
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I walked around the Vault aimlessly. I was technically supposed to go ahead and take my G.O.A.T exam, but that could wait. Eventually wandering near the classroom, I saw Amata outside the class, getting teased by a few guys. I rolled my eyes. Damn Tunnel Snakes. They were a good-looking group, don't get me wrong, but Butch sure knew how to push my buttons.
I sighed and intervened for what felt like the hundredth time, "Butch, what the hell are you doing?"
He shrugged at me, "Just havin' fun-- now scram." The things I'd done to save Amata's ass over the years were ridiculous. I'd knocked out a guard-- don't ask-- and I even called her dad a bitch for being rude to her! I've done countless other things. I crossed my arms, "Leave her alone, Butchie."
He hated being called Butchie. He glared at me, grinning deviously, "Who's gonna make me, huh? The doctors kid?"
"If I have to."
He brought up his fists, swiping at the bottom of his nose with his thumb, "I don't like having an unfair advantage, so I'll go easy on-"
I swiped a leg at his ankles, knocking him to the ground. Quickly pinning him down, I put a knee on his chest, and the other on his left wrist. I took his switchblade from his pocket, and held it to his throat, blowing a strand of hair from my face, "Now will you leave her alone?"
He smirked, "Sure thing. I think I'd like to have fun with you more than her, anyways. I always figured you'd be the type to top... Woah woah... Put down the knife will you?"
"Give me a good reason."
He snickered, "That switch ain't the only one you're turnin' on, doll." I scrunched up my nose in disgust and got to my feet. I shut the switchblade, tossing it to his chest. He scrambled to his feet, sliding it in his back pocket. Catching Amata, I dragged her to the classroom. Brotch gave us assigned seats for the G.O.A.T exam. I had Amata in front of me, and Butch to my left. I looked at him and rolled my eyes. He put his feet up on his desk while Brotch had his back turned. Butch clicked his tongue to get my attention. I looked at him and he winked, "If you want, I can show you a real Tunnel Snake."
I smirked at him, "You would like that, wouldn't you?"
He looked me up and down, "Hell yeah, I would."
Mr. Brotch cleared his throat, "Cut it out, you two." He went on, passing out the test sheets. Our teacher began reading the questions aloud. I answered, waiting for the other kids to finish scribbling down their answers. I looked over to Butch. He grinned, holding a peace sign up to his mouth, and sticking his tongue between his pointer and middle finger. Clicking my tongue at him, I rolled my eyes. I finished the test, turned it in, and waited outside for Amata. Butch, however, was outside waiting for me. I grinned at him, "So. Hair dresser, huh?"
He flushed, "No! Barber! Not hairdresser! There's a difference..."
"Not really." He went on talking about the differences and I smiled at him, "You know, you'd be more attractive if you kept your mouth shut."
He grinned deviously, "More attractive? How attractive am I already?"
I rolled my eyes as Amata exited the classroom. I walked with her down the hallway, leaving Butch dumbfounded behind us. She looked back at him, "I wonder what his problem is."
