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“Te amo, querido. Siempre.”

I love it, I love it, sooooo hard!!!

"MR MATTHEW !" a loud and desperate voice shouted.

The late middle aged man ran down the hall towards an office. He wore a lab coat which fluttered behind him as he ran.

"Graham, what seems to be the problem ?" the man behind the desk asked quietly, as the scientist burst through his door.

"He knows !! He knows we have her !!"

"How did you obtain this information?"

"One of the observers sent back a report. He is on his way now !"

Mr Matthews hummed and gestured for Graham to sit on the other seat.

"How can you be so calm ?!" Graham shouted. "I've seen the reports and holotapes. You have no idea what he is capable of, hell he has no idea!"

Mr Matthews nodded thoughtfully.

"Who holds his contract ?"

"The girl."

"He will do anything to protect his mistress. It's his training." Mr Matthews coughed, if she was his mistress they were indeed in trouble.

"Sir... But he loves her. That's what she said. She loves him. If she is his mistress and they have another stronger bond, he will fight."

"He better fight ! Or he was a waste of money." Matthews laughed nastily. "He doesn't love her. Can't love her, he was eradicated of all emotions. It's part of the training."

"Even if he doesn't she still holds his contract." The scientist slumped in his seat.

Matthews clasped his hands together.

"And I know a way to change that."

.....

Janet felt cool water run from her forehead. Her vision was still blocked and she was still bound but the cold compress was sweet relief in her hell.

"It's me don't panic." a gruff voice whispered.

"Charon ?" she murmured.

The voice laughed. "Not quite kid."

Janet recognised the voice but was too drowsy to open her eyes or do much else.

"Are you helping them ?" her voice rose but was harsh due to lack of talking.

"No! No." the voice whispered back angrily "I've done a lot of terrible things but this isn't right. I've been helping you."

"How ?"

"Screwing up blood results. Messing with Data. Kid if they knew what I knew there would be a lot more trouble."

"What do you know ?"

"Your baby is strong. So strong, it's resistant to infection, radiation you name it. It will heal fast and live long. The baby is a smoothskin, but the skin is hard and resistant and he has the endurance of a ghoul."

"He ?!" Janet gasped.

"Sorry kid, I wasn't thinking."

"No, no its okay. Might as well think of names while I'm under."

Both chuckled quietly.

"I've seen the 3D scan. He's just like his father. Didn't know the bastard had it in him"

Janet began to cry "You have to get us out."

"I know. I know and I am."

When ?" Janet's pulse began to beat faster in anticipation.

"Not for a while. I can't defend you on your own. Especially when you're this big, but I've called reinforcements and I have a plan."

"How did you do this all ?"

The voice chuckled darkly and rubbed her hand.

"Kid the difference between you and I, is that I have training."

Sorry ! Should have another chapter up later today.

I liked this a lot.. makes me feel comfortable and sleepy. I want to hear more about their adventures. :)

For the whole duration of Janet's captivity she had never wanted the sedatives. Now she did more than ever. Her stomach was on fire and pain rushed through every surface of her body.

She had managed to endure the past hour in silence. If she screamed they would be alerted and they would come for the baby. Janet couldn't let this happen so remained silent and held onto her wrist bounds for dear life.

Another rush of pain spread within her and she whimpered pressing her lips together tightly. The baby couldn't come yet. Not now not here. They weren't home and they weren't safe.

The agonising pain came again and she gasped.

"Charon where are you ?" she murmured.

....

They had found it. The Institute. Charon froze and stood staring at it. He wondered previously of his past life had been a dream all the training and discipline but looking at the familiar building. Everything came flooding back.

"Get down." he spoke to the group as they snuck behind a mound of dirt.

"She's in there." the android whispered.

Everyone pulled out their selected weapons and loaded them. It was quiet except for the short and quick breathing of the group.

"Deloria do you have a map?" Charon asked the greaser.

"Not yet" he stated staring at his Pip Boy "we need to get closer."

They crouched along until they met a open bit of fence. Everyone slid under it as quiet as they could.

"This is too easy." Charon spoke on guard. His senses were going wild and he knew something wasn't right.

"It's funny the amount of guards you can knock out with this little thing." a voice spoke out.

Harkness, Butch and the android aimed their weapons. Charon already recognised the voice.

"Desmond ?"

Stood over by a metal door was Desmond Lockheart holding a vial of liquid. He leaned quite casually with a cocky grin.

"One and only."

Charon strode over and grabbed him by the collar.

"What have you done to Janet ?"

"Me ?" Desmond spoke still casually "I've protected her."

Charon let go of Desmond and Desmond smoothed down his shirt swavely.

"Matthews was next on my list. It was easy enough to blend in with the work being a previous Commonwealth worker and then the Janet news started flooding in. I've been helping her ever since they brought her in."

"Thankyou." Charon said sincerely patting the other ghouls shoulder.

"Yeah yeah enough of the dramatics. Are you coming in or not ?"

He held the door open for them as he ushered them in. Bodies covered in armour littered the hallways.

"Nice work." Butch approved.

The sophisticated ghoul smirked and lead them silently into the halls.

Everyone jumped when a pager on Desmond's belt rang out. He quickly silenced it and read the message.

"No. No this is too soon."

"What is ?" Charon growled.

"The baby is coming! We have to go now !" Desmond roared and sprinted ahead.

Janet had been in pain before. Shot, stabbed, knocked out. Hell she'd even been injected by a FEV virus but nothing compared to this.

She screamed loudly as the people in lab coats continued to work around her.

Sweat clung to every surface and tears streamed down in her face.

"GET AWAY FROM ME !"

No one paid any attention to her thrashing and screaming. The pain increased and increased again.

"I see a head." One of them shouted urgently.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" Janet roared.

She screamed again as the pain increased in one sharp burst of fire. Her body was telling her to push. A scientist was telling her to push. But she would not. The baby was safe in her. She could not let anything happen to her baby.

After several minutes of screams and shouts her body betrayed her. She felt suddenly empty and blood ran down her legs. She felt tugging and pulling below her.

Janet fought against her bindings utterly exhausted to look up and see a female scientist rubbing her baby in a blanket. That bitch. Janet roared just as the baby began to cry.

She had believed her protective instinct was at it's peak before but seeing the baby and hearing it cry, something within her snapped.

She grabbed the metal bar one of her wrists was bound to and pulled. The metal freely bent with her hand and she ripped it off. Her mind didn't register how this worked, she just did it. Using the sharp pole she threw it into the shoulder of the woman who had previously swaddled her baby.

Her little boy was now wrapped in a blanket within a small incubator. Her eyes softened at the sight. Her baby.

"How did she do that ?" a man screamed, Graham, Janet recognised him. The one that did the experiments.

"It must be the virus sir. It's given her strength"

"We didn't test for strength ?"

"She was under sedation !"

Janet used her now free hand to untie her other bindings while the scientists frantically rushed about.

The woman lay on the floor clutching her shoulder with unseeing eyes. Janet, the messiah of the wasteland and the apparent image of goodness, could only smirk at the sight.

Janet made a lunge for Graham but yet again her body betrayed her. Her legs had no power and like jelly, they made her fall. The weakness of child birth finally took over removing all of her previous anger induce strength.

Janet's eyes began to go fuzzy and the last thing she remembered seeing was her own hand reach towards the incubator and then darkness.

My computer froze and ate my response so I'll try to remember the garbled and excited gibberish I tried to post...I think it went something like "YES! fhaoeifsdkhfaieliaefsl!"

Loving this like you wouldn't believe. I'm really looking forward to Charon's brand of wasteland justice.

Op here, you just made my crappy day ALOT better <3 My hamster died today and you realy cheered me up :* thanks.

Humbly requesting a Mojave Outpost flavored lady-pile. Feel free to add the barkeeper, Lacie, if you're feeling ambitious. And if you really want to make my day, a little light bondage wouldn't be out of place.

I hope you don't object to a multifill, but I really enjoyed this prompt.
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"Boone?" The voice is small and shaky. His name is spoken so quietly that it would not have woken anyone else, but Craig Boone is not a light sleeper. Once, it had been a matter or survival, but now it is just a remnant of his past.

Wordlessly, he rises from the bed. He recognizes the voice, and the emotions in it, knows that he could ignore it, but that he wouldn't be able to forgive himself. He's already failed the most important woman in his life, and he can't bring himself to let another one down. Even the passing thought of Carla makes his heart ache, but this isn't about his wife. This is about the girl standing at the door, needing someone to distract her from herself.

He opens the door just wide enough to allow his body through, then closes it gently. Arcade and Raul are both still asleep inside, and he doesn't think they need to know about this. The sadness of midnight is a private thing, not something to be shared.

Gently, he wraps her in an embrace. She sniffles, and presses her damp cheek to his bare shoulder. Her arms slide around his waist and hold him there as she calms herself. They are silent. He gives her the minute she needs to steady herself, and allows her to draw away when she's ready. Her lower lip still trembles, but he's helped her through the worst of it.

"I'm sorry," she begins to apologize, but he stops her with a finger pressed against her lips. When her eyes lift to his face, he simply shakes his head at her. Apologies aren't needed. They've gone through this before. Every time she tries to apologize for disturbing his sleep, or being stupid, or... the litany of self-criticism goes on. He doesn't want to hear her cheapen their midnights. She's worth it, and she deserves it, and her apologizing to him lessens it.

"Veronica," his voice is a low rumble as he once more pulls her close. "It's alright." She shakes her head, but doesn't argue more.

She's bared her soul to him in the past, told him everything. He simply held her and let her speak. The words had poured out, like a dam had broken. She hadn't been able to stop herself, but it had been cathartic. Now, she doesn't feel the need to speak, when she's with Boone, she can just be.

They don't place demands on each other. He could never be with another woman, and that's alright. Neither could she. It keeps things from getting complicated, makes it easier for them to bare their souls. No, he hasn't talked to her about Carla. Not really. He's a man of few words, but that's okay, too. Sometimes, words just confuse the issue.

He releases her long enough to sit, and leans back against the wall. She crawls into his lap, and tucks her head under his chin. His hands trace small circles on her back, not demanding anything of her. She likes that the best about him. Other men might try to take advantage of the situation, might imagine she was someone else. With Boone, it's clear he always knows it's her, and he doesn't want anything from her.

They stay like that for a while, until she drifts to sleep. When she wakes, she'll be in her bed, carefully tucked in, a teddy bear tucked in beside her. It always happens like that. And that's okay, too. It's part of what she likes about him.

Is anybody of you guys working on it? Pleeeease, I had a supershitty day today and this realy help.....

This is sooooooooo good. Like my favorite ice cream with my favorite mixed drink sprinkled with love and everything that is good in the world.

I love this. I love Boone and Veronica, and this is so sweet and sad and awesome. Love. Love forever. <3 <3 <3

Good grief, it's like you knew this was my favorite buddy pair. After that Bait and Switch story I realized it had to be utterly true. Veronica and Boone, BFF.

They are so spot on in this. I love it. I love you.

I think the teddy bear line just about killed me. I think I need like, a 40-post fill now where you write a story about Veronica and Boone frollicking in a meadow or something.

I know that the social mores of the Fallout universe froze in the 50's, but what if the other types of music existed? Its part of my fanon that The Beatles existed, they just weren't as popular as they were in our universe.

I want to see it all. How would the companions react to The Beatles? To Motown? To boy bands? To heavy metal? I may auto-fill, but I'd love love love a multifills. Any pairings, any kinks. <3

AN: Hey guys. Sorry I kind of failed at updating this. But I realized it wasn't coming out the way I wanted and needed some major EDITS so I have gone through and done a lot of that... the plot is very similar but I recommend you read it again anyways for character development goodness.

Pairing: Charon/F!LW
Kinks: hetero ? Angst ? I don't think those count. More to come!

From this prompt: http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4237.html?thread=5073293

Summary: What if Charon had been free and a F!LW the slave?

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Charon avoided places like this for a reason. That reason being, they were depressing as hell.

In the Capitol Wasteland, though, there was no safer place for a ghoul to sleep at night than the Museum of History. Last time he’d been through, Carol’s Place had only gotten him unwanted advances, and that left the less-than-reputable Ninth Circle.

Apparently there wasn’t an adequate watering hole in this dump, because he was already on whiskey number two to drown out the sorry sight of this bar, not to mention the taste of whiskey number one.

The owner was obviously dealing chems on the side. The patrons were more than drunk—they were strung out, some violent, some staring into corners blindly.

It also didn’t take a genius to see that the barmaid was hiding a slave collar under her scarf. Judging by how she cringed at Ahzrukhal’s every word, the collar was still very much active.

Charon didn’t look like the average patron. Only recently he’d been stitched back together by Doc downstairs. This time it had been raiders. Six of them, and every last one looked worse than Charon leaving that fight—and that was saying something. Charon just wanted a good night’s sleep before leaving again on another scavenging mission. He was still fit and healthy—for a ghoul, anyways—and wanted nothing more than to be left alone with his whiskey.

It wasn’t long before he was singled out in that place.

“Finally decided to grace us with your patronage, Charon?” Ahzrukhal said from behind the bar. Charon was somewhat of a legend among these ghouls. He ventured out into the world and did as he pleased—something the Underworld mostly dreamed of. Ahzrukhal had always been somewhat insulted at Charon’s avoidance.

Charon grunted, staring into his drink.

“Well, you know who to ask if you ever want something extra. The Ninth Circle caters to needs that Carol can’t even imagine.”

“Whiskey’s fine.”

“Alright, alright. But if you ever need the edge in a fight… or something to take the edge off… you know where to go. For the right price.”

“Not interested.”

Ahzrukhal took the hint, leaving to open his metaphorical trench coat to more pliant customers.

In a few moments: “Offer you a refill, sir?”

Charon looked up from his glass to see the barmaid. Her eyes were fearful but her hands were steady. Whiskey in hand, she awaited his reply. She was young, he noted. Probably hadn’t even hit the old drinking age.

He nodded.

She poured.

“You here by choice, girl? We don’t see many smoothskins around here.”

“I…I’m not allowed to speak to customers. I’m sorry, you’ll have to talk to Ahzrukhal.”

The skin where Charon’s eyebrow used to be quirked.

It wasn’t long, then, until the slimy owner returned. Obviously, it was a setup the man had used before: dangle the attractive slave before the loner, go in for the caps. Charon had a dark feeling about what was going to happen next, and he was quickly proven right.

“The pain relief available for purchase here isn’t restricted to the chemical variety, you know,” Ahzrukhal spoke on a low voice over his shoulder.

“She doesn’t mind? About…us?”

“If she does, she’s never said so. We have an…arrangement.”

Charon chortled. “You mean she gets paid double to do us squishers.” Decades of practice went into that poker face. It had taken Charon a long time to learn to ask questions before shooting.

Ahzrukhal’s laugh made bile rise in Charon’s throat. “Something like that. You interested?”

“How much?”

“Sixty caps for half an hour.”

“Steep.”

“People like us never find another chance like this. Not out in the Wasteland.”

After a few moments, Charon inclined his head, pulling a pouch of caps from his pack.

Ahzrukhal, leering, waved to the barmaid, who shakily nodded and headed to a back room.

As Charon followed, the hunger disappeared from his face, replaced with a cold grimace.

--

The room was furnished with only a bare mattress and table. Condoms, both unopened and used, littered the table and floor. Given the mattress’s stains, their use was apparently optional. Musk and mold permeated the room. Shutting the splintered door left everything quite dim.

She sat on the bed, curled into herself protectively.

“Are you allowed to speak to me now?”

“There’s usually not much talking… but you are paying for my company. So I guess it’s thirty minutes of whatever you want,” she replied without looking at him.

“You must be new. You can’t even fake it yet.”

That earned him a glare. “You here to insult me?”

“Maybe that’s the way I like it.” He leaned against the wall.

Her eyes closed, the expression speaking of despair.

“Calm down. Keep your clothes on.”

She didn’t move.

“I’m not here for sex.”

One eyelid cracked open.

Charon sighed. “This will be more trouble than it’s worth. I’m not usually a vigilante, but I really hate that guy.”

She looked at him warily now.

“You got a name?” he asked.

After a moment, she murmured, “Anna.”

“Charon.”

“What exactly are you going to do, Charon?”

He truly smiled for the first time that night. “For now, wait.”

----

Half an hour later, Charon marched out of the room.

“I’ve got a problem with your merchandise, Ahzrukhal. Care to discuss it with me? In private?” he said loudly. More than one ghoul took notice.

“What problem would that be?”

“She failed to give me my money’s worth.”

“Look, if your prick doesn’t work anymore, that’s not my—”

In several moments, Ahzrukhal was shoved against a wall, feet dangling, balls and neck both in a vice-like grip.

“Slave collars don’t turn me on,” Charon growled, “What should I rip out first?”

Ahzrukhal’s eyes widened. He said nothing.

“You should have invested in a bouncer, not a whore. Now: Windpipe or testicles?”

“You want her? Have her. Her remote… pocket…”

Charon smiled, slipping his hand into that pocket and taking the remote out gingerly.

He let the ghoul barkeep down. Ahzrukhal collapsed to the floor. When he looked up, it was at the business end of a shotgun.

“You are a disgusting rat,” Charon declared.

Ahzrukhal didn’t get a chance for any last words.

Hahahahaaha pooooooor Veronica. <3 <3 <3 This was awesome, crack!anon!

D: D: D: Oh God, I want to cry. This is amazing, anon. Incredible. Heart-breaking. I think it changed my life.

I love. <3

Who else would have love with a bullet? Glad you like it, OP!

A!A gives her thanks!

I read this a while back but I just can't get it out of my head. Beautiful. Sad. Wonderful.

That's the second time I've seen the Bait and Switch story referenced, but I haven't seen it yet. It's on here, right? I'll have to poke around and find it.

The teddy bear thing just...

So, I'm one of those people who "rescues" the bears as they play, and throws 'em all over the bed in the Lucky 38, and one day I came in and Boone was sleeping in the pile of bears, and since then Boone <3's teddy bears in my head!canon. So... :D

Charon heard it at the same time everyone else did. They crying. The high pitched cry for food, attention, anything. Everyone else heard it as a noise Charon heard it as so much more. It reached into his chest and twisted.

The group caught the attention of two guards and they charged. Charon roared and grabbed the first guard that reached him. He gripped him by the neck and slammed him hard against the wall. When the wind was knocked out of the guard, Charon reached for the knife from his boot and quickly slit his throat.

His chest rumbled with a roar and he quickly disposed of the second guard.
The group, with Desmond leading, continued down the long clean corridors.

"What way now ?" Harkness shouted.

"Left !!" Desmond replied.

Butch watched Harkness with particular worry. He always had known he was an android but seeing him in action taking out men before they had even brought out their weaponry made the fact hit home. His eyes shone with a metallic blue and seemed to be forever calculating.

"Hey." he said grabbing the android arm. "Don't forget who you are."

The man reached up and stroked Butch's face.

"Never."

A young man in a lab coat came running out of a room. He was covered in his blood and his eyes darted wildly. He caught sight of Charon and mouthed the words 'no'.

Charon grabbed a piping next to him. His legs swung round and wrapped around the lab coats neck. When Charon let go of the pipe he put all of his weight into his legs and slammed down on the mans neck.

No fights in the wasteland compared to this. This was more than just protecting Janet. This was family and this was contract.

He kicked open the door from which the man had came from and roared. A man sat holding onto Janet.

His Janet. She was covered in her own blood and entirely unconscious. Her body was limp in the scientists arms.

"I know who you are." he spoke.

Charon simply replied by leaping from the door and strangling the man. His other hand grabbed for Janet pulling her closer to him. Finding sweet relief when he felt her heart beat hammering against his.

"Subject 10." the man groaned.

"That's who I WAS" Charon spat.

His hand held tighter against the mans neck turning his face from a light pink to a deep red.

"Help me !!" he cried to Desmond noticing his colleague.

"Why ?" the ghoul replied simply.

Charon held onto his neck until he man stopped twitching. The life left him and he stared unseeing. Graham was dead.

The room was littered with blood and bodies. Janet had out up a fight. Good girl.

Charon turned his full attention to his smoothskin. If Charon was an orbiting moon, she was his planet.

He held her close to his chest. Slightly distressed at the lack of bump and blood down her leg. He scanned the room and found signs of that there had been a baby there at one point. He growled and returned his attention to Janet.

"Honey please wake up." he mumbled kissing her forehead and smoothing her hair down. She groaned into his chest and her eyes fluttered open.

"You came for me." she whispered in pain.

"Ofcourse I did."

"Save him." her breathing was deep and laboured.

"A boy ?" Charon replied.

The girl simply nodded silently joining the ghoul in his simple tears.

"They will watch me." she pointed towards Butch and Harkness. Who nodded.

"I love you so much." He groaned into her hair. He kissed her damp forehead clutching her closer.

"For good or for ill." Janet groaned.

She grabbed his wrist as he went to leave.

"Charon. He is worth so much more than your contract remember that."

Charon nodded and kissed the hand that held tightly onto him.

"Go." Janet spoke softly, squeezing his hand before releasing him.

Charon turned around to the door to find the android staring at him sadly. It had really hit home for her there, she wasn't her. Watching the man you love caress another woman when your brain and heart is telling you that you love him is very painful. So this is what it felt like to be human.

"Come on!" Desmond shouted shooting out from the door. The android and Charon followed the ghoul and continued to fight their way down the corridors.

"2 coming from the left !" The android shouted while punching another guard in his face. A metallic hand worked wonders.

Charon pulled his shotgun out and created his own symphony. It only made sense for The Institute to see how modified he had made it, they had given him it. The guards fell and they listened to sound of more footsteps hammering loudly in the distance. They took a defensive position and waited.

"Tsk Tsk. I wouldn't do that subject 10."

A man in a suit came around the corner....holding a baby. Charon roared.

"Give me my son or I will kill you and take my time with it." Charon growled.

"Ah ah ah." The man sang holding out a bit of paper in his other hand. "You will not touch this baby and that is an ORDER."

If A!A is still around, I just want you to know how amazing I think this is. <3

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