Part 7 Waking up

308 6 6
                                    

(Y/N) POV.

Everything was white, pure white nothing seemed to exist. Then it began to fade, replaced by darkness. I was in the vault.

'How, but why, how did I get here?" I looked through the glass, Nate was still in his pod holding Shaun close.

'No, not again!'

"NATE WAKE UP!!!" I used my fist to pound the glass as tears streaked my face. "GET UP YOU IDIOT, if you don't you'll die, please." As if almost on cue people in white lab coats and a bald man with a scar on the left side of his face appeared. They opened Nates pod one of the white-coated people struggled to pry Shaun from his grasp, when with a loud bang Kellogg put a bullet in Nate.

"NOOOOOOO! STOP PLEASE WE DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! I screamed at the top of my lungs though it didn't seem to affect the man.

"Woof, Woof!"

"Dogmeat!" Shaun was no longer in their arms in his place was Dogmeat, and we were no longer in the vault but back in the shop as the raider was taking away Dogmeat. "Let go of him!" I yelled anger in my voice.

"No I don't think I will, I don't like you pushing me around like that. I think I'll keep him, I mean unless you want me to kill him, right here, right now." Dogmeat wiggled in her grip trying desperately to break free.


I grit my teeth and tightened my fists. "And just so you'll think twice about following me." The woman raised her gun in my direction and like in slow motion the bullet pierced my leg.

"DON'T TAKE DOGMEAT!!!" I sprang up losing balance and falling off the bed I was laying in. I landed flat on my bottom, hitting my head on a dresser not too far away.


"Ugh."


"You alright doll ya shouldn't jump outa bed like that, if ya crack your skull I don't think the janitor will be very pleased." It was Nick, he extended his skeletal hand to help me up. I was in my room in my house Nick had been sitting on a stool he had probably taken from my kitchen.

"Nick, how did you get here?" Nick was helping me down the stairs, as I often fumbled not being able to put the weight that is needed to walk.

"I was in town and thought you could help with a cas-"

"NICK! You're a detective right!" I got out of his grasp and plopped onto my sofa, raising my pointer finger as if I had an idea.

"Uhh yes, I do happen to be one." He sat confused on a chair that sat next to my coffee table.

I bite the inside of my cheek. It's not like I know where my pooch was taken. There are raider bases all over the place, but it's not like I keep tabs on them. I'm sure he's know something, he's been he longer than I have."I- I need your help... a raider took Dogmeat."
********************************
Hi again hope you were able to endure my stupidity again and thanks for reading have a nice day friends!!!

Making a Heart a Nick Valentine x ReaderWhere stories live. Discover now