Characters: Self-insert, Cass, Lacey, Raul, Boone, Veronica, Lily, Rex, Arcade, ED-E, Benny, plus a whole lot more. Pairings: Who knows? Relationship: Gen, for now Tags: Angst, violence substance Summary: It was the wrong place, wrong time, and *definitely* the wrong person.
(a/n I will describe myself with the pronoun "she", but I honestly am lost with this whole "gender" thing, thus a gender-neutral name and an androgynous appeareance...so yeah. In-game amnesia ftw)
When she woke up in that dusty bed in Goodsprings on the first day of her life, emotions of all sorts ran through her mind.
The most prominent was lethargy. Or it could be the drugs. For all she knew, there could be an ungodly amount of sedatives in her system. The doctor had told her she'd been out for days, and the outcome had been slim at best. That explained a lot. Two comas in one lifetime had been enough.
A throb of pain. She clutched her head in agony. Of course there'd be no rest. The Courier slumped back on the bed. She yearned to go back to sleep.
"Hey now, you gotta get up, Miss. You haven't even told me your name. You've got a name, right? How 'bout your name?"
A name? Right, a name. The next emotion on her list: confusion. Her mind raced through alternatives. Something neutral, and not her real name. Something, something…
"Kris," she blurted. That could work. "It's Kris."
The doctor looked puzzled at the name.
"…That with a C or a K?"
Her throat tightened. "With a C."
You fucking liar.
Silence. The doctor gave a grim nod. "Doc Mitchel's my name. Welcome to the town of Goodsprings."
The Courier nodded. The name sure didn't sound familiar.
He'd told her about pulling out bits of lead fom her skull. Next feeling: panic.
"Lead? Why was there lead in my skull?"
"From a bullet, Miss. You got shot in the head. Twice, I may add. A bullet wound, getting shot. Don't you remember?"
She heard the concern in his voice. What a pity she must be. Then it all came to her. The doctor, the bed, her amnesia. A wave of grief. Emotion: depression. She clutched the bedsheets. Another knot in her stomach. The next words were choked out through tears.
One Without a Name - 1/?
Pairings: Who knows?
Relationship: Gen, for now
Tags: Angst, violence substance
Summary: It was the wrong place, wrong time, and *definitely* the wrong person.
(a/n I will describe myself with the pronoun "she", but I honestly am lost with this whole "gender" thing, thus a gender-neutral name and an androgynous appeareance...so yeah. In-game amnesia ftw)
When she woke up in that dusty bed in Goodsprings on the first day of her life, emotions of all sorts ran through her mind.
The most prominent was lethargy. Or it could be the drugs. For all she knew, there could be an ungodly amount of sedatives in her system. The doctor had told her she'd been out for days, and the outcome had been slim at best. That explained a lot. Two comas in one lifetime had been enough.
A throb of pain. She clutched her head in agony. Of course there'd be no rest. The Courier slumped back on the bed. She yearned to go back to sleep.
"Hey now, you gotta get up, Miss. You haven't even told me your name. You've got a name, right? How 'bout your name?"
A name? Right, a name. The next emotion on her list: confusion. Her mind raced through alternatives. Something neutral, and not her real name. Something, something…
"Kris," she blurted. That could work. "It's Kris."
The doctor looked puzzled at the name.
"…That with a C or a K?"
Her throat tightened. "With a C."
You fucking liar.
Silence. The doctor gave a grim nod. "Doc Mitchel's my name. Welcome to the town of Goodsprings."
The Courier nodded. The name sure didn't sound familiar.
He'd told her about pulling out bits of lead fom her skull. Next feeling: panic.
"Lead? Why was there lead in my skull?"
"From a bullet, Miss. You got shot in the head. Twice, I may add. A bullet wound, getting shot. Don't you remember?"
She heard the concern in his voice. What a pity she must be. Then it all came to her. The doctor, the bed, her amnesia. A wave of grief. Emotion: depression. She clutched the bedsheets. Another knot in her stomach. The next words were choked out through tears.
"No…no, I don't remember."