She Wasn't A Toaster (A Nick Valentine Fanfiction)

Larissa seems like an ordinary person, and for the most part, she is. She has a crazy hectic life as a realtor, and one of her favourite things to do in her free time is play Fallout 4.
So at the end of an eventful karaoke night on Saturday, she goes home to rest as she has an open house at eleven in the morning. And so, she turns Diamond City Radio on and counts sheep.
The following day she wakes up in the wasteland of her favourite game, and now she must figure out how to survive and get back to her proper timeline.
Knowing she can't tell anyone who she is, she must play to this universe's rules, and sometimes those rules could kill you.
Not to mention, she has to track down her son, a venture she isn't all too fond of, because, in the end, she knows her heart will only break.
Traversing the dangerous wasteland to find her son and a way home, she knows only one person is suitable for the job, and that's one, Nick Valentine.
A synth, created by the institute, now helps the people in the commonwealth solve their mysteries.
Lars and Nick hit it off like radiation in a nuclear bomb, and they become inseparable. They do everything together, from helping the minuteman to dealing with Nick's cases, even with Nuka-World and the raiders.
But when they reach the shores of Far Harbour and eventually make it to Acadia, looking for a runaway kid, things get rocky, and change happens faster than Lars can blink.
In Charge of Acadia is DiMA, another synth that looks eerily similar to Nick Valentine, and up until now, Nick had been the only synth that looked the way he did.
Almost human.
So, when DiMA begins to spout off that he is, in fact, Nick's brother, Nick's world is turned upside-down.
DiMA sends them on quests to make sure the factions remain at peace, but there's nothing Lars can do to ensure that all the factions will get along.
Everything changes between them when Nick loses DiMA forever.
Nothing will ever be the same again.