Falloutober Days 29 & 30- Hades and Darkness Into Light
Hey, everybody. Had a little bit of an idea for Hades, and I didn’t finish it last night so I managed to sneak Darkness Into Light in as well. It’s Hawke and Hancock, first heading out from Goodneigbor together after the Big Dig. At this point, Hancock is still trying to figure Hawke out, and by the end of this, he’s got a pretty good idea. Also featuring Hawke's sniper rifle, mentioned by name. Prompts by @falloutober
Length- about 1300 words
Warnings- language, I guess? Also, canon-typical violence
(Here’s a screenshot I just took in Sanctuary Hills because I couldn’t find one I liked in my stash)
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“What the fuck, John?”
Hancock winced. Fahrenheit only gave him the first name treatment when she was pissed. His hand paused, hovering over the few things he’d been shoving into his bag. He could practically feel her stare boring through him and when he turned, he saw he was right.
“Explain.” She demanded, leaving no room to argue.
He shrugged. “It’s like I said out there. I’m gettin’ too comfortable. That business with Bobbi made me realize that. I gotta get back out there for a little while, get sharp again.”
Fahrenheit crossed her arms. “Bullshit, John. You’re going with that Vault Dweller. You’ve been watching her since she got here.”
“I offered to go with her, yeah. She’s lookin’ for her kid. Seems like a good way to see some action. And I gotta do this. I can’t let myself turn into the same kind of shit politician as everywhere else.”
“Don’t lie to me. You’re looking for action, all right. If you’re leaving to take up with someone else, you could at least have the balls to say it to my face.”
He blanched. Stuffing the last few things into his bag, he tossed it over his shoulder. “You wanted to cool things off, not me. And I ain’t planning on nothing like that. Help take care of the city, I’ll be back in a little while.”
Fahrenheit didn’t say anything else, which was almost worse. Enough at least to make Hancock light out of there like his ass was on fire. And almost run smack into the Vault Dweller. Fahrenheit had given him the death glare, this one gave him a bright smile.
“You all ready to go, Mister Mayor?”
“Hancock, ma’am. Just Hancock.”
“All right. Then I’m just Hawke. No ‘ma’am’ stuff.”
“Deal.”
He chuckled. This one surprised him. He’d expected someone fresh out of a Vault to be soft, to have no idea how to navigate the outside world. But this one was smart, and tough. She wore a long scar across her face like a trophy, yet she’d talked down Bobbi No-Nose and ended things clean after realizing what she was up to. It was enough that Hancock was still trying to figure her out.
He was doing just that when she piped up. They’d left Goodneighbor behind, heading west over the broken remains of a road. “I appreciate you coming with me. I didn’t really expect the mayor himself to do so.”
“Gotta let the people run things for a while. It’ll be good for them. And me. Maybe not for you, though. You gotta put up with this mug now.” He laughed, sliding that self-deprecation in as easy as breathing.
He sure didn’t expect the soft way she replied. “I don’t see anything wrong with that.”
That threw him for a loop. He covered it with a joke. “Are all Vault folks like you?”
She froze for half a second before shrugging. “I don’t know. I’m the only one left. We were cryo-frozen. Over the years, the other pods started to fail. I got lucky somehow, mine defrosted me. Everyone else wasn’t so fortunate.”
“Oh, shit. I’m sorry.” There was definitely more to this woman than he’d realized.
She shrugged again. “Hey, you didn’t know. And I don’t think it was anything malicious. It was more like it wasn’t expected for us to be frozen that long. But everyone outside died when the bombs fell, and the folks who were taking care of things in the Vault eventually did too. No one to fix things when they start breaking down.”
She’d said it with nonchalance, but Hancock wasn’t fooled. He knew how to mask hurt with the best of them. But one detail stuck out, and he steered the subject that way. “When the bombs fell? How long were you frozen for, ma’am… I mean, Hawke?”
“Two hundred years. Or so I’m told. I had a house in Sanctuary Hills. It was a nice, new neighborhood back then. The house is still there, I can show it to you sometime.” She chuckled. “I’m sure you think I’m crazy, or that I’m on chems. Claiming to be pre-war.”
“You ain’t on chems. Not like that, at least. I know all about chems. But with a story like that, I’m more surprised you aren’t on them.”
A wistful, sad smile crossed her face. But it hardened immediately. She pointed outward. “Look.”
Five raiders blocked the road ahead. They were shoving around a ghoul while a woman and a child cowered on the ground. The thugs were laughing. Hancock couldn’t hear what they were saying, but it didn't matter. Rage filled him, and he racked his shotgun. It would be a sprint, but he could get there quick enough. He hoped.
“Fuckers.” Hawke muttered beside him. In one smooth motion, she ducked behind the shell of a car, pulling the rifle from her back. He saw now it had a long scope, and the words ‘Death from Afar’ painted on the stock. As he watched, she expertly lined up a shot. Up ahead, a laughing raider’s head suddenly snapped back and he fell to the ground. She pivoted only a fraction and fired again, taking out a second thug. Good Lord, that's the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time. The other three broke and ran.
Hancock’s brain hadn’t quite rebooted when she stood, slinging her rifle back over her shoulder. She gave him an almost embarrassed smile. “My, uh, late husband was military. He insisted I know how to shoot, in case I ever needed to protect myself.”
Then she was taking off up the road toward the three who were all hugging and comforting each other. Hancock could only follow, still waiting for his brain to catch up and digest all of this information. By the time he got to Hawke’s side again, she was already talking with the family.
“Thank you!” Tears streamed down the woman’s face as she held the child close. Of the three, she was the only non-ghoul. “I didn’t know what those raiders were going to do!”
“Do you have a home? We could see you get there safely?” Hawke put a hand on her back, rubbing it soothingly.
The man shook his head. “We’ve been hopping from camp to camp since we got kicked out of Diamond City. No offense, Mr. Mayor, but Goodneighbor’s too rough for raisin’ a kid.”
“Then come to Sanctuary Hills with me. It’s not much, but it’s a safe place. There’s a few folks there, we’ve got a bit of something going.” Hawke offered.
This time the man looked down at his family. “Will they accept us? Most places don’t like mixed couples.”
“They will. And if anyone gives you grief, you tell me and I’ll deal with them personally.”
As the group of them started off down the road again, Hancock watched Hawke talk with the family. He shouldn’t have been surprised at how good she was with the kid, joking and asking about things he liked. She also asked the parents about themselves and just talked to them like they were regular people. In the short time between spotting the raiders and now, Hancock felt like he’d finally gotten a sense of the kind of person Hawke was.
“Hey, Hancock?” Her voice interrupted his thoughts. She turned a smile on him bright enough to power Diamond City for a week. “You still with us?”
“Course I am,” he grinned back. And at that moment, he knew. He’d be with her as long as they both drew breath. He’d storm the gates of Hades itself if she asked him to. Fahrenheit had accused him of just looking for a piece of ass, but this, this was more than that. This was like coming out of darkness into the light again. And that light was Hawke. Did she feel the same? He doubted it, but he was going to ride this high for as long as he could.
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