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Betty and Me 1b/?

[(Anonymous)]

She felt strangely calm as she watched the date on her Pip-Boy swing wildly from month to month and year to year, gaining and losing centuries at a time as it tried to come to grips with the data it was receiving. It cycled through mid-October for several seconds, before settling on October 11, 2281.

Every ounce of strength left in her body evaporated, and she found herself on her butt in the dirt. She hadn't really expected it to work. She thought it was just as likely that rather than flinging her back in time, the upgraded Transportalponder would rip her apart atom by atom.

Maybe that was what she had wanted.

With a shaking hand, she raised it again. A second chance was a miracle, but a second chance with prep time would be even better. She pulled the trigger, and was rewarded with a loud pop and then a very final hiss.

Still. October 11 left time enough to set things right, if she moved fast. Maybe even time enough to save Nipton, and Ranger Station Charlie. Maybe even time enough to...

The useless Transportalponder clattered to the ground, and she ran like the entire Legion was at her heels.


She tried not to think about herself as she sprinted along the cracked and uneven roadway. But no matter how hard she tried, the thought kept creeping in. Where was she, right now? Was she mirroring her strides on some other roadway, the Platinum chip tucked safely in her shoulder bag? At this very moment was she talking to the charming man in the checkered coat, oblivious to the accomplices creeping up behind her? Was she lying on her stomach listening to the hiss of a shovel moving briskly through earth?

The other her was fine. Victor was coming.

But still, she wondered.


The sight of Dinky the Dinosaur looming on the horizon had always given her a warm fuzzy feeling. But on this particular night she would have whooped aloud, if she had any breath left in her lungs. She slowed to a trot, and then stopped, realising for the first time that she didn't actually have a plan. She didn't think that Boone would appreciate having a wild eyed madwoman bang on his door in the middle of the night, babbling about slavers.

She could just kill Jeannie May, of course. But that wouldn't stop anything if she had already contacted the Legion.

She could stand guard over the room. Wait in the shadows until they arrived, and introduce them to Archie.

Something clattered behind her, and she turned just in time to see Craig Boone collapse in the middle of the road.