The Rad Zone -- Fallout x reader-ish oneshots

If it IS Broke, Fix it

Oh yeah we're out here with more content let's get it

In which Sturges discovers even people might be able to be fixed with duct tape

Sturges/Fem!SS

No warnings

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One set of earth-shaking footsteps was replaced by another, and it was the most welcome change the band of survivors had experienced in a good while.

After the raider and deathclaw scare was taken care of down in Concord, Sole and her new companions made their way north for Sanctuary Hills. She idly clomped along the crumbling path, her grief and terror of the new world staved off from the adrenaline of her first firefight. She briefly wondered what her friends would think of her now, rocking out in rusted power armor and showing off new cuts and bruises. She had to force the thought right out of her head, as the memories were still all too fresh to be mulling over. Now she had a new priority, and that was getting these stragglers somewhere safe, in exchange for a little catching up on the happenings of her home over the past two-hundred years.

In the buzz of the battle, she offhandedly agreed to lead the Minutemen. The first and foremost thought on her mind then was getting some allies to back her up. She seemed to have completed that mission rather quickly, but she wasn't complaining. Friends might be her best bet out here, while she was out of her element.

Once they had crossed the rickety old bridge connecting the stranded slice of paradise to the mainland, the group seemed to disperse, as though each of them knew what they needed to do. They probably did know, of course, seeing how organized in ranking they seemed to be. While Preston made it his duty to scope out the area for any other danger, Mama Murphy shuffled towards one of the more intact houses, and the Longs meandered around the cul-de-sac, looking for suitable farmland. Sturges made a beeline for the creaking, dilapidated -- though, they could all be described with that word -- house that held an old workbench and an open workspace, perfect for crafting.

Sturges called Sole over to where he dumped his pack. She stomped over, back herself against the wall, and ejected herself from the suit of armor with a mechanical hiss that was music to his ears. He had always wanted to see power armor in action.

Sole pushed herself out, her hair matted and soaked with sweat, clinging to her forehead like a spiderweb. Her racing mind had calmed down, and now she just felt dirty and gross. She'd kill -- literally -- for a shower. And maybe a cold beer, just to add to the fantasy.

She could hear Sturges talking to her, something about setting up beds and planting crops, but she was only half tuned in. The view from the work-space perfectly framed her old ramshackle house, just as rundown and shabby as the others. Of all the shit that happened to her through the past twenty-four hours, the sight of her house -- her home -- destroyed and neglected and forgotten was the aspect that drove the fact of the matter home, that fact being that she was living in a world that forgot about her and everyone she knew. She felt like a fish out of water, lost in the sand. The death of her spouse and kidnapping of her child felt like a bad dream she hadn't woken up from, but the house was the pinch that jolted her awake.

"Hey, are you there?" Sturges said, waving a hand in front of her face. Sole shook her head and blinked, offering him an apologetic smile and a request to repeat himself. He went happily on, unfazed by whatever episode overtook her conscience.

"Me? I-- I don't know the first thing about building things, I'm afraid," she said. "I could hardly get a screw out with a wrench."

"You don't unscrew screws with wrenches, Ms. Sole," Sturges said with amusement, leaning against the side of the house.