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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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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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"Can't I just-- I don't know." He breathes. "Hold you?"
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He collapses to his hands and knees at the sight of Alex, fingers gripping the dry earth. "Fuck my life, Alex," he gasps. "You scared the shit out of me..."
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So he buzz-beeps to Sarah, still hiding, wondering if she feels left out, too.
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The younger man lifts his arms to curl around Alex's torso, holding tightly. "Sorry," he mutters, for the first time sounding broken as he feels.
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The kid clings on, and Alex holds him. "...It'll be okay. I'm going to be right here."
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Sarah fizzles out of stealth, her lips frowning beneath the plague doctor mask. "'Course I do, ED-E," she replies, stepping close beside the eyebot. "Boys, you've got miles of arms between the two of you. Make it a threesome."
Poor choice of words, but eh.
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But ED-E deserves what was promised. Deserves affection and gratitude for his care and understanding. Hearing that sad beeping has the man looking up at Alex, ready to tell him to wait a moment--
When for a second time today, Neil has a fucking heart attack.
The Holy Mother Vault Dweller appears out of freakin' nowhere (the static hinting at the cause being a Stealth Boy), saying the exact thing he's about to suggest. Neil stiffens in Alex's arms, cursing loudly.
To which Sarah merely says, "Hi, dearest."
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Alex looks to ED-E who is hovers halfway between the pair and woman. Alex smiles. "Good job, kiddo."
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Smiles genuinely and praising him. I tried, he explains.
"You did great," Alex replies.
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"Came at the best time," she replies, "or the worst. It's all about that perspective."
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He thinks to respond further by calling to Dogmeat, but timing's a mess. So is his head. Alex shifts Neil into his lap, and the latter attempts to smile at great-grandma. He mostly succeeds.
His words, however, lock on the topic of ED-E. "He was the best caretaker a guy could ask for," Neil confirms, signaling the eyebot to come closer. When ED-E complies halfway, still out of arm's reach, the man waves him over again. Until the kid's right there.
Then Neil reaches to hold him, as promised. As he, Neil Park, wanted.
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And planning to grumble about the signs of weight loss. Later, though. Now isn't the time. "Always the best time with you," he says to Sarah.
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He gives a quiet trill of surprise, resisting the urge to jolt away. He burbles confusion and affection, and when Alex reaches to pat him, ED-E thinks he understands.
It's family. And family is there for each other.
He lowers more, making it easier to reach.
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"All about perspective," she repeats.
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Neil keeps his hands steady, giving the ED-E enough room to separate at his leisure. Alex closes over his torso after patting the eyebot, allowing the younger man to breathe. Furthermore, ED-E buzzes closer, which prompts a small smile from Neil.
"See? You can totally hug back," he says hoarsely.
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