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 sat under the counter in Daisy's store, Hancock by my side. Nick's voice came clear from the distance, "Where are you two knuckleheads? I have a case I need to ask you about." Soon after, he walked off, and Daisy poked her head down at us, "You two are gonna be in so much trouble. Don't come cryin' to me when Mr. Valentine catches the two of you messin' around where you're not supposed to."
Hancock smirked, "It's all good, Daisy. I didn't do anything wrong. As for getting caught..." He put on his usual 'panty-dropper' smile, "Did you know you're my favorite gal in Goodneighbor?"
She rolled her eyes, "I damn well better be, with all the shit I do for your sorry ass. You two get on now. I'm not havin' Mr. Valentine on my case. Literally."
Hancock rolled his eyes, and grabbed my hand. We bolted to K.L.E.O's, and the 'woman' pointed to the doorway, "No way am I hiding you two hooligans. Nick's not having my ass tonight... Though I wouldn't mind if he did." Hancock made a gagging motion and I stifled a laugh as we snuck up to his room. We went on his balcony, and lay on our stomach's so we wouldn't be seen. We peered over the edge, careful to stay out of sight. We watched as Nick stood in the middle of the square, hands on his hips, eyes grazing every square inch. His head whipped in our direction, and we ducked down. Hancock's hand moved to my back, gently making sure I kept still. I grinned coyly, "If you wanted to put your hands on me, you could've just asked."
"Is that so?"
The door opened behind us, and we hopped to our feet. Nick frowned, "I've been looking for you two everywhere. What are you...? Oh, come on now, don't-"
Hancock grabbed my hand, and hopped over the ledge. We landed squarely, and he grabbed my hands and bolted to the Memory Den. We ducked into a room, catching our breath. Kent opened his mouth, but Hancock quickly hushed him, and we hid behind an egg-shaped machine. We heard Irma's soothing voice, "Haven't seen them, hon. Maybe they bolted out as you waltzed in."
I heard a heavy sigh, and disappointed footsteps. Hancock snickered, "Thank the chem god for Irma."
"I thought you were the chem god."
"Oh shit. Yeah, I guess I am. C'mon, let's go find Nick and get his stress-o-meter back to green."
Half an hour later, me and Hancock sat side by side on the couch as Nick paced in front of us. It was as if he was a disappointed father scolding his two children. I didn't even know what he was talking about. He had his back turned, and Hancock got my attention. I looked to him, and he mocked Nick's tight-ass stance. I stifled my laughter and Nick turned around, "Is something funny here? Am I missing something?"
I stayed silent. He turned around again, muttering to himself. Hancock got my attention again. He pointed to a window, and I saw a butterfly. I gasped a little as I stared at it. Must've been the first time I saw one in two-hundred years. Of course, it's wings were black and green, but it was still pretty, in an irradiated sort of way. Much like the ball of sunshine sitting next to me.
