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Home is Where The Heart Is, 3/?

[(Anonymous)]

Novac was a bit more welcoming, but not by much. Six had been exploring the inside of the massive T-rex statue that loomed over the motel courtyard when she wandered up a narrow flight of stairs. Easing open the door, she saw a man silhouetted against the desert horizon, a sniper rifle clutched in his hands.

He reeled around, scowling at her from behind his tinted aviators. “Don’t sneak up on me like that. What the hell are you doing up here?”

“Just taking in the scenery. You have quite the view up here.”

He grunted, spitting a mouthful of tobacco over the edge of the dinosaur’s maw.

Six lounged back in the creaky folding chair in the corner and tried to start up a conversation, but it became increasingly clear that the sniper had trouble stringing more than a few sentences together. Every time she asked him a question (and she had an unlimited supply of those) he’d furrow his brow, squinting out at the horizon as if forcing the rusty machinery in his skull to keep grinding out answers. Even his name seemed to be a source of difficulty.

“Boone,” he muttered in a low, grudging voice.

“Boone what? Is that a first name or a last name?”

“It’s the only name you need.”

“Oh, I get it. Your first name is something embarrassing, isn’t it? Is it Lance?”

His eyes narrowed behind the sunglasses and she guessed that he was quietly hating her.

“Hubert?” she ventured. “Eugene?”

“Shit no.”

“Rumplestiltskin?”

“Goddamn it. It’s Craig, all right? Craig.”

Craig Boone was certainly a fine physical specimen, all broad shoulders and toned biceps, but it seemed as if that red beret might be cutting off the circulation to his head. He didn’t appear to be the cleverest cowpoke in the corral. He wasn’t playing with a full pack of Caravan cards. His Pip-Boy light was a little dim.

Boone confirmed this suspicion a few minutes later, when he suggested that she could help him with a certain problem he’d been having. He wanted her to find the person who’d sold out his wife to the Legion, so that he could shoot them – and he was willing to just take Six’s word on it and shoot whoever she hauled out front of the dinosaur. It was a lucky thing that she still had a little scrap of heart left or Six figured she could’ve talked the big, dumb galoot into murdering just about anyone.

“Have you been investigating this yourself?” she asked him.

“No.”

“Why not?”

“I don’t know.”

“It clearly means a lot to you. It just seems funny to me that you’d entrust this to just anyone.”

He sighed. “Look, if I could figure it out, I would have. Just don’t have the brains.”

“You know, I heard of a doctor who could fix that. It’s a pretty expensive procedure, but apparently she’s a miracle-worker.”

“Shut up,” Boone growled. “Didn’t ask for your opinion. Just want to know if you’ll do the job.”

She nodded, taking pity on him. “Alright. I’ll find your traitor.”

When Jeannie May was dead, she went back upstairs to bring Boone the evidence and return the hat he’d lent her. They’d settled their business and she was about to go on her way, when he put out an arm and stopped her in her tracks.

“That doctor you mentioned – was that for real?”

“She exists, sure. She lives up by New Vegas, where I’m travelling.”

“How much would it cost? To get her to, uh, look at my head?”

“Probably a couple thousand caps. You know, if you did some jobs for Mr. House, he might foot the bill.”

“Hmh. Maybe.”

“Why don’t you come with me?” she said.

Boone stood there for a minute, looking annoyed and bewildered and annoyed because he was so bewildered.

“You want me to come with you? Why?”

She nodded patiently. “We can follow the Long-15 up to New Vegas and go see Mr. House. We’ll convince him help you with your – situation – and he’ll help me to get back my Platinum Chip and find my way home.”

He scratched the back of his head through the red felt of his beret. “Alright, guess it’s worth a shot. Can’t be any worse than hanging around here.”

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This is absolutely fabulous so far!

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This is author-anon. I'm so glad that you're liking this one so far. It was a great prompt and I've been anxious to do justice to it. I'm posting some new installments shortly. :)