You Are My Sunshine

Chapter 1

A young woman dressed in a old bomer jacket, patched jeans and a pair of old military boots. Across her back was a bow and quiver along with a sniper rifle she had scavanged from an old hunting store not long after the bombs fell. She found an old hunting mask that covered half of her face, and a cowel that kept her head covered. She was older than she seemed. She was perched on a rooftop near Diamond City, watching, waiting. For what she didn't know, all she knew was that she was needed, and she couldn't shake the feeling. A voice sounded from the side and back of the roof, it was gruff and she smirked some as the voice spoke, "you'll catch your death out here Doll, I might be mehcanial, but you aren't." Nick Valentine, the only friend she had in the entire wasteland. She smiled behind the mask, not taking her eyes off the wasteland below her, "I'm fine Nicky, stop mothering me." Her voice was muffled behind the mask, the person behind her stepped closer, lighting a cigarette and took a long drag off of it. "If i won't, then who will." Nick smirked and she rolled her eyes.

Her name was Angel Destler. She was over two hundred and twenty years old. Her honey hazel eyes scanned the landscape, her sharp senses catching the sounds of the wasteland. Ferals growling and communicating in their own way. Super mutants growling about this or another. A settlement in the distance and she looked towards it, the neon glowing in the darkness. GoodNeighbor, she had heard of it but never had been herself. Nick watched her movements seeing where her eye sight landed and his yellow eyes flicked back to her, voice low. "I do have to head to goodneighbor, got a missing person's case I've been needing to look into..."

He trailed off, knowing shed follow him even if he told her not to, that was how she was, watching his back ever since she had rescued him from that Vault. She didn't see him as a synth, but the man he was impersonating. She smirked, looking back at him, and he rolled his yellow eyes, knowing she wouldn't follow his orders. She was his best friend, understood him and the pain he had gone through.

She stood from the edge of the roof and stretched, joints popping and followed Nick down the stairs to the street below. She fell into step next to him as they walked out towards Good Neighbor. She had heard rumors of the settlement, it was run by a mayor unlike many had seen. It was full of drifters, chem addicts and the like. Her mind wandered as they walked, it would take about half a day for them to get to good neighbor, and it looked like it was going to rain, an old injury in Angel's shoulderblades began to ache.

Nick could also feel the rain coming and spoke up as thunder rumbled in the distance. "There's an old red rocket truck stop close by." She nodded, trying to ignoring the pain in her back, it nearly taking her breath. Thunder rumbled overhead, the sky opening up as they got inside the red rocket, Nick closing the door behind them as Angel shook herself out, the buckles on her jacket clinking some as she took off her rifle and bow, setting them on the old counter.

Nick watched her, watching her stiff movements, not liking them, "Doll, come sit down and show me your back." She grumbled some, "Nicky I'm fine." "No you arent, I see how stiffly youre moving, now come sit down." She rolled her eyes and moved over to him, sitting down in front of him and grumbled, wincing as her back pulled tight. "Shirt off." "Bossy tonight aint ya." She removed her shirt and as lighting flashed in the sky over head, and the low light of the lantern he had lit, he caught the large puckered scars that criss crossed her back, the two largest parallel on her shoulder blades.

Nick put the cigarette out and slowly rubbed the scars on her back, careful with his metal hand, feeling how hot her skin was under his right palm, it was almost like she was running a fever. She winced as her scars pulled and shifted, Nick pressed a pressure point and Angel whimpered, the nails of her fingers pressing into the palm of her hands that were pressed into her knees, eyes closed tightly in pain.

Nick did that again and a....pair of wings shot out of her back, he ducking like he had done this multiple times as Angel sighed in relief, he chuckling slightly, "Been awhile since you've let them out huh." She nodded, it had been near six months, she looking over her shoulder, her eyes a bright golden color now, matching his. He took his hands away, patting her back gently as the rain pounded the ruined roof over their heads. She stood slowly, the light catching the dark colored wings that now stood out from her back, holding her shirt against her chest as she walked over to the pack next to the counter, grabbing it and dug around inside, grabbing a can of Cram and cracked it open.

She dug out a set of utensils and set to her meal, eating slowly as Nick watched the storm, knowing they were safe for now. Angel finished her food and stood slowly, seeing a small bed in the corner and yawned widely, Nick not even needing to turn around to hear that, a chuckle in his voice when he spoke, "Go on Doll, get some sleep, we'll head for Goodneighbor in the morning at first light." She was exsuasted, but hid it well. She sat down on the edge of the bed and removed her boots before rolling onto her side and quickly falling asleep as Nick watched over her.