the tower.

[shortstraw]

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!"

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[doubletap]

This gets a grin, an eyebrow raise, and a reach to ruffle Neil's hair. "You do that. I'm depending on you."

[goodfight]

Alex ruffles his hair, an old gesture, causing Neil to stare without hesitation. "I won't let you down," he murmurs.

[doubletap]

The staring is disquieting, something that causes discomfort and relief at once. He doesn't know how to respond to that kind of intensity. He softens there, in the open on that hill, and moves to take Neil's lips in a more intimate fashion, a closer act.

[goodfight]

The pair of them have been here before, locking lips and mingling breaths. This road has often led to other acts, ones focused on tying them closer and closer together, but Neil Park doesn't know if the present qualifies for closeness. He hasn't a clue if he should have just kept quiet and mourned loss instead.

But Alex's lips taste like dusty roads and the blazing sun. They remind Neil of that ever elusive place called home, truth be fucking told, there is nowhere else he would rather be.

[doubletap]

When they come to an end, it comes naturally, not cut off or stopped. Alex touches him for a moment, trailing along his face, his eyes watching the motion. Eventually, he opens his mouth to speak, his tone one rarely heard, small and genuine.

"...I'm your family, too," is what he says. "You're not alone."

[goodfight]

Alex's hand lingers on his face, and Neil wishes he'd greeted Sarah more decently. Longs to express more gratitude toward ED-E. The other man speaks in a voice seldom heard, and Neil wants to offer more than what he is.

"I know," he returns. His hand moves upward to grasp the one touching him. "God, Alex, I know."

[doubletap]

The response gains a smile and again he lowers his head to touch Neil's, keeping his hand where it is. "And you should let me know what you need or what you want. I don't want to piss you off and make you tear off alone again."

[goodfight]

They touch heads, the contact allowing Neil to relent. To consider wants and needs. "I'll try," he says. "Right now, I just want you with me." The unspoken is that he would not drive Alex off again.

[doubletap]

"That's just what I want, too," he echoes again, staying where he is. Curled together in the middle of nowhere, some might say, but Alex knows exactly where he is.

Right where he belongs.