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 in a booth at the Muddy Rudder, making yet another attempt to drown my sorrows. I had fixed the water, but at what cost? I lost my father, my mother, my friends... what more could possibly be left for me? I sipped my third beer calmly, ignoring the dirty looks the bartender cast my way. The door to the bar opened, and I kept my eyes on my glass.
"Holy shit! Y/N?"
I turned around at the mention of my name to see Butch. I smiled just a bit. Maybe there was something left. I chuckled, "Finally got yourself out of that vault, huh?"
"Hell yeah I did! All by myself! Lemme grab a drink and I'll tell you all about it."
I smiled and went back to my booth. A moment later, Butch sat in front of me. He held his beer in a fingerless, leather-gloved hand. I smiled a little, "So, tell me all about your escape from the Vault."
He adjusted how he sat slightly, "Well, me, Paul and Wally all got out... Paul... Didn't make it. Me and Wally got into a fight and he went somewhere called Bos-town or something."
I frowned, "What happened to Paul? If you don't mind my asking."
He shrugged a shoulder, making his leather jacket tighten then relax, "Well, I'm glad I can tell people about 'em. He died a hero, just know that." He shook his head slightly, "So, did you find your dad?"
I took a sip of my drink and felt my bottom lip quiver. I bit down on it, "Yeah... I did. Died a hero. Him and Paul both."
He reached across the table, and placed his hand over mine, "Man... I know how you feel..." The edge of his lips perked up just a tiny bit, as though forced, "At least we still got each other, right?"
I interlaced our fingers, "Yeah, I guess we do."
He frowned slightly, "I never really liked Wally anyways. He was always like 'Why is Butch in charge' and that sorta shit, you know?"
I rolled my eyes, replying with sarcasm, "You're obviously the leader because you're the best looking."
He smiled, "Thats what I told him! Remember back in the Vault when we finally organized a soccer team and he wanted to go back to baseball! The balls on that guy!"
I nodded, remembering how we held a small riot when we were seven to change baseball to soccer in the Vault. I laughed, "Yeah, and I remember you kicked him by 'accident'."
He let out a small whistle, "Yeah. Thinkin' back, I guess we never really saw eye to eye. You think he'll ever have kids after that knock I gave him?"
I shook my head, "I doubt it. Who'd wanna settle down with that wet knob anyways?"
"Exactly!" We continued talking about our memories of the Vault. I laughed, "Remember when the Overseer thought that Amata killed me?"
"I mean, to be fair she stabbed you. With a butter knife."
"Yeah, but it was an accident. It wasn't a big deal."
"Do you still have that scar?"
"Yeah. You wanna see?"
"No way, dude! I wanna keep my appetite, thanks."
I chuckled, "God, I missed having someone to talk to. How long has it been since we talked?"
He shrugged a shoulder, "Hell if I know. My guess is about two years."
"Damn, it's been that long?" I snickered, "Feels like yesterday when I taught you how to play chess."
He chuckled, "Yeah, I guess it does... What say I travel with you?"
I shrugged a shoulder, "I don't travel much anymore... don't have anything to do. But... I wouldn't mind the company. Just... promise me you won't leave my side."
"I promise." He stood up, his hand leaving mine, "I'm going to get another drink. You want somethin'?"
I smiled, "No thank you. I don't really have a reason to drink anymore."
He grinned, grabbing me a drink anyway, "Who needs a reason?"
