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the tower.
It started in Novac, in that lovely Dino Dee-Lite Motel by the dilapidated gas station.
He had told her they could be found in the upper corner room, living the Post-War American dream. If not there, they had others: cabins, bunkers, safehouses, and the like. He gave her all the map points, confident in their future whereabouts. And above all, he was certain they would never be in the New Vegas, beneath the bright lights of the Strip.
The motel room had been empty. The Brotherhood safehouse and the cabin by Jacobstown also held no occupants. After traveling nearly the entire width of the Mojave Wasteland, moving from town to fucking town, she finally caught a whiff of him in Freeside.
The crier for Mick & Ralph's had seen a man matching Alex Seattle Geer's description lately, headed directly into the heavily guarded gates of the New Vegas Strip.
Judas, Sarah had thought. Blood betrayer. She then walked the road back to the Dino Dee-Lite Motel, to that cozy little upper room in the corner, and left Alex a very nice surprise.
Three days later, after finding the presidential suite of the Tops woefully empty, Sarah corners a man in the streets. Their exchange proves short, and with his pockets noticeably heavier, the guy walks the short distance to the center of the road. There, with the Vault Dweller looking on, he straightens to attention and produces a piece of paper from his pockets.
"Ladies and gentleman of New Vegas, may I have your attention please?" he reads, voice clear to the nearby bystanders and vigilant Securitrons. "It is my absolute pleasure to introduce to you a Very Important Person--" The man looks over his shoulder briefly, a quizzical look on his face. "Why is it capitalized?" he asks.
"Go on," she mouths, waving lazily at the gathering crowd.
He shrugs and continues as directed. "Someone who has traveled a great distance and sacrificed a good deal of time, bullets, and money to be here with you fine folks. She is the Champion of the Holy Thirteen, the Swan Song of the Master and His Most Unholy Unity, the Keeper of All Your Dogs, a Sometimes Friend to You and I... I present to you: The Vault Dweller!"
He had told her they could be found in the upper corner room, living the Post-War American dream. If not there, they had others: cabins, bunkers, safehouses, and the like. He gave her all the map points, confident in their future whereabouts. And above all, he was certain they would never be in the New Vegas, beneath the bright lights of the Strip.
The motel room had been empty. The Brotherhood safehouse and the cabin by Jacobstown also held no occupants. After traveling nearly the entire width of the Mojave Wasteland, moving from town to fucking town, she finally caught a whiff of him in Freeside.
The crier for Mick & Ralph's had seen a man matching Alex Seattle Geer's description lately, headed directly into the heavily guarded gates of the New Vegas Strip.
Judas, Sarah had thought. Blood betrayer. She then walked the road back to the Dino Dee-Lite Motel, to that cozy little upper room in the corner, and left Alex a very nice surprise.
Three days later, after finding the presidential suite of the Tops woefully empty, Sarah corners a man in the streets. Their exchange proves short, and with his pockets noticeably heavier, the guy walks the short distance to the center of the road. There, with the Vault Dweller looking on, he straightens to attention and produces a piece of paper from his pockets.
"Ladies and gentleman of New Vegas, may I have your attention please?" he reads, voice clear to the nearby bystanders and vigilant Securitrons. "It is my absolute pleasure to introduce to you a Very Important Person--" The man looks over his shoulder briefly, a quizzical look on his face. "Why is it capitalized?" he asks.
"Go on," she mouths, waving lazily at the gathering crowd.
He shrugs and continues as directed. "Someone who has traveled a great distance and sacrificed a good deal of time, bullets, and money to be here with you fine folks. She is the Champion of the Holy Thirteen, the Swan Song of the Master and His Most Unholy Unity, the Keeper of All Your Dogs, a Sometimes Friend to You and I... I present to you: The Vault Dweller!"
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It's all really very scientific.
But shouting to announce another, continuing on, is very much Frowned Upon, because that is likely unwanted, and therefore, could ruin customers--er, visitors' time here in New Vegas.
It's with that in mind that two Mk IIs roll forward, soldier faces glaring out. "Sir, you cannot do that here. This is restricted area for peaceful bedlam only. There are no unwanted disruptions permitted."
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Thus, she steps in between man and deadly robots, hands up in a friendly gesture. "So sorry," Sarah chirps. "He's with me. I paid him to do that, see. Can't help it, you know. I'm a Very Important Person, and Very Important People need to be announced and pay someone else to cause disruptions."
"Think you're making it worse," the guy says nervously.
"Of course, I am." She smiles serenely beneath the plague doctor mask, eyes fixed on the Securitrons. "Now, can you be good soldiers and tell me where I can find your boss?"
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Protecting their city and territory is their primary function. Their secondary function is to prioritize any and all who hold platinum keycards in their possession. Running directly equal to these functions, with a cause and effect formula more complicated than the crowd dispersing one, is their function of complete secrecy. Of their power source, processing power, function, design, creator, and owner/innovator-- These things are not to be known. Either destroy themselves or the other, to keep that information.
Here is someone--something--looking for the last.
Their guns ratchet up. "This is your final warning. You are not welcome in New Vegas or the surrounding area. You will be given time to vacate the vicinity."
In the Lucky 38, Alex replaces the panel on House's super-computer, slapping it fondly. He leans back on his heels, rubbing grease over his eye. "Goddamnit if everything doesn't go wrong at once. Circuits blowing out enough to nearly wipe a motherboard. Thank fuck for backups." He rises up, groaning as his back cracks from the extended length of position. He powers on the large monitor and is rewarded by it turning on--and showing a security warning and an incoming call. He groans again, and accepts both, skimming over the real-time Securitron report as Raul's face fills a corner of the screen.
"Boss? Uh, got a problem with the Securitrons up front. They look like they're about to shoot up the people in the crowd."
"Just two," Alex mutters going through the validation files--for any attack made first, there was a required justification report that was submitted. Alex sees the threat they viewed--asking about him--and reads further for the dialogue that was recorded and copied to text. "...Fuck me."
"Boss?"
"All good, all good. Might be down two Securitrons, though," he mentions, walking towards the elevators.
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Besides, she's kinda hurt. Not welcome in New Vegas... Guess that kid never wanted her to visit.
Ha.
She nods, her smile still set. "Alright, alright! I will vacate the vicinity." The woman turns, elbowing the guy as she walks past. "Get the hell away from me, kid, unless you're also looking to be perma-banned."
The guy takes off, giving a good ten feet before realizing that yes, he wasn't included in the final warning.
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Wait.
The doors to the Lucky 38 burst open, causing onlookers to the drama to murmur excitedly. Alex jogs out, passing between the Securitrons, who give a salute--he pats their shoulders as he passes them. "Relax, at ease. She's one of mine."
My people, my friends. My family.
He jogs up after her, reaching for her waist to pick her up. "Hey, lady, hold up!"
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When Alex had asked for the umpteenth time if Neil needed anything, if he was okay, it hadn't been difficult to tell the man to go away. To leave the younger be. He wanted air, space, and sky, and Alex was none of the above. Truth be told, he was all of those and more, but Neil hadn't known how to say it. He left for Goodsprings instead and climbed to the top of the tallest hill by the water source.
There, he sits with his legs dangling over the edge of a cliff, his eyes glued to the horizon. There, he gets his wanted air, space, and sky. He gets something more, even, as his hearing eventually catches the tail-end of quiet beeping.
"I can hear you, you know," Neil calls out to the air. "Why don't you come out and join me?"
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Because Dogmeat had died.
It's not something he doesn't understand. He knows that some, like the scientist who hates him, would think that he can't comprehend death of old age especially, because ED-E will never die, not like that. Like Rex, Roxie, and the Think Tank, eventually ED-E will run down, but with no organic parts, his father's inventiveness in his power source, and Alex's stable upgrades, ED-E will probably be around for half a millennium.
It's not a happy thing, despite Alex's encouragements that ED-E will get to see how things change and move. It's not a happy thing for the reason he just learned--because he will be left alone, when his family is gone.
So when Alex told him to follow Neil, to look out for him, ED-E didn't need any more prompting. Being around Alex was hard right now, because ED-E thought of his shaking hands petting over him, looking for anything wrong, and ED-E thought of the lines around his eyes, and how he has only known him five years, and ED-E thought of his dad and wondered if he was gone like Dogmeat was. And ED-E remembered how Dogmeat loved Neil, how Alex loves Neil, and how ED-E likes Neil, and he remembers how Neil's dad is dead, and Neil's baby is dead, and now Neil's Dogmeat is gone, too.
Alex goes inside himself, like he always always does, but Neil goes away. And ED-E thinks Neil needs watching more.
When Neil calls for him, ED-E buzzes forward, around the boulder he was by. He hovers there expectantly, moving up and down slowly.
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Finally, he pats the ground beside him, indicating an invitation.
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Then beeps out a quiet rhythm. You need to eat something.
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The man smiles, small and sad. "I know. I haven't been good," he answers. "Brought a mutfruit with me, but my stomach's not cooperating."
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Taking care of consisting of... forcing him to eat, sedating him to sleep, and making sure he found shelter and had ammunition in his gun--the last in which ED-E helped with by sharing his workbench function. Most of the items on the checklist he had made were marked off. All but one.
Human companionship. Touching. Kindness. Concern. Caring.
He makes a rude sound at the still protesting human, giving a quick trill of sounds Neil wouldn't be able to translate, but are easy enough to discern.
You need to do what I say and stop arguing, mister.
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Neil has eaten, slept, ducked into a broken down trailer during a dust storm, and made 20 gauge rounds on the insistence (and chemical interference) of one very stubborn little eyebot. ED-E has poked, prodded, and bullied the man into taking care of himself, step by fucking step, and no amount of protesting seems to budge the mother hen on his babysitting responsibilities.
But this-- This right here is crossing the line.
ED-E trills in a crescendo, sounds Neil can't even begin to put English to, but the man's gotten the gist by now. It isn't hard, therefore, to try and reason away the madness.
"Look, kid," he says, attempting calm. "Seriously. I know it may seem like a good idea, but folks don't want a hug from just anyone. Especially a guy like me. People aren't all touchy-feely like that."
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ED-E makes another rude sound, then makes the effort to slow down his communication. You're a great Neil. Alex loves you.
Thus, everyone should love Neil, as Alex is a perfect judge of character.
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Oh, Lord. Neil turns beet fucking red, and his resolve weakens just a bit-- Wait, no. This is still a horrible idea, Neil Park.
"...And I appreciate that. I really do, but not everyone is like Alex," he continues, flustered. "People protect their personal space, and you gotta be close to someone to be able to do that. My dad wouldn't even hug me once I got out of my--"
He swallows, pain touching his dark eyes.
"Never mind. Just... A hug ain't like a handshake."
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Instead, he focuses and remains serious.
One person, ED-E beeps willfully. Hold one person and you can do what you want going forward.
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What he's always wanted, for the past four years.
They'll catch up soon enough, one way or the other. For the time being, Alex reaches up to pet through Neil's hair, kissing his forehead. Nothing further.
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When Alex moves in quiet affection, Neil finds the words to speak. "Every time I caught the cemetery out of the corner of my eye, I wanted to puke," he mumbles. "So yeah, I really don't like it."
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However.
"Is it because you thought that represented me almost dying?" he wonders, quiet and low. "Because it's the opposite, Neil. This is where I took my first steps on starting to live."
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"That might be," he says blandly. "Everything might have changed for you there, but I don't have to like what it represents." Loss. The possible end of it, all on someone else's dime.
Neil wonders if he should stop talking. If he should enjoy the silence and the proximity. But he's mourning holes that aren't the ones made in the ground, and with Alex, he doesn't believe he will be able to stop.
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After those forty minutes, two heartbeats he recognizes stop in the alley outside the saloon, and after another moment, ED-E gets an incoming message.
We're good for now. When you can, come on out.
ED-E beeps to Sarah. Alex and Neil are outside.
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She's paying Trudy when ED-E alerts her to an update, one that has the old woman grinning beneath her mask. "Awesome possum," she gives, laying down the last of the caps on the counter. "Why don't you lead the way, kiddo?"
After a proper goodbye, they move to the alley between the saloon and the general store, toward the pair of misfit lovers standing together. Upon approach, she jingles a Vault-Tec lunchbox in Neil's direction. "I've bought enough to make ten caravan lunches for you. Be afraid."
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After a moment, he whistles to Alex, a high-pitched quick trill of sound that broken down means basically: What is the status? Any problems? What needs to be watched out for?
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The excited beeping is their first warning. ED-E dances around like it's been weeks instead of not even an hour, and after asking Neil a question, makes a more complicated sound to Alex. So it's mommy and daddy taking care of baby Neil, then?
Alex wets his lips, then whistles a short reply. All clear. No problems. Stay on active watch.
Sarah shakes a lunchbox, and Alex raises an eyebrow. "Ever tried the trailmix they make out here?"
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By the time ED-E and Sarah approach, Neil is close enough to Alex to rest his head on the man's shoulder, a shy expression lingering on his face. When the eyebot excitedly hovers between them, a question to Neil and something more complicated to Alex, the younger man simply smiles. "Everything's okay." Not everything, of course, but there's enough to be okay about.
Sarah, of course, threatens him with more food (Ten caravan lunches? Sheesh.) as Alex mentions the delicious snake that is the Mojave trail mix. Keeping quiet, Neil steps forward and takes the jingling lunchbox.
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