Venturian said his goodbyes as we completed our final quest. I summoned the TARDIS and we rested. That's when it all went down.
We all sat around the table, Vahl started drinking, the radio transmission played, and I found myself standing over the console once again.
I reached for the map button but I froze. Could I really go through another dangerous trip like this again?
A hand fell on my shoulder. "I know how you feel."
I sighed and my hand dropped. "Timebomb, I've seen enough to know that Hell would be a paradise compared to the Capital Wastelands, but I still find myself listening to Venturian's commands and leaping at the next fight for justice. Is there an end to this mess?"
Timebomb turned me around. "Where there is a start, there is a finish. If New Vegas is where we need to go, lets do it."
Then I felt the warm pressure of skin press against my lips. I was leaning forward, eyes closed, hands pressed against Timebomb's chest. I pulled back slowly and put my hand on the travel switch. I looked at him, his eyes full of surprise and smiled sadly.
"Thanks, Timebomb." I pulled the switch and lost consciousness.
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Before Another Fallout Tale
FanfictionWhat happened between Cywren's final quests in the Capital Wasteland and her appearance in New Vegas? Where are her companions? Why is Timebomb in her dreams? All questions answered in this sequel to DullReo99's "A Fallout Tale."
