Follow You: A Collection Of Fallout 4 Stories

With Me?

Summary: Piper opens up to Night about her past; her father's death and what led her to seek out the truth, no matter how hard it may be. The conversation leads to Blue's past - before the war. His own parents, filled with tragedy, but also scattered with hope for the future.

WARNING: Angsty as f**k(?), GRAPHIC. MENTIONS OF SUICIDE.

NOTE: Also somewhat "overdramatic", I suppose, for a backstory, but bear in mind this is loosely based on some certain, very personal things that've happened in my family, and I suppose that writing about it in some sort of shitty, self-service fanfiction is a way for me to cope. Oops.

"Always on good behaviour, aren't ya?" Piper smiled at Night as they walked into the Railroad HQ, after retrieving a long-lost prototype for the faction with their master-of-disguise Deacon.

"I try," Night shrugged, raising an eyebrow at his companion.

"Seems like you're doing a bit better than 'trying'," she smiled again, "I appreciate it. Not enough people can be bothered helping other people out these days."

"I noticed..." Night spat bitterly.

He had traveled from Vault 111, where he had watched his wife killed before his eyes and his infant son stolen with no hope of preventing it, wandered out into the wasteland that was once his home, before the bombs fell, and traveled to the meticulous Diamond City searching for anyone who could give him a clue as to where he could begin looking for Shaun; all to no avail.

Desdemona, leader of the Railroad, had invited them into the secret headquarters of the equally-shadowy guild in comparison to the notorious Institute. She had told them to rest, eat, do whatever they needed, and then come and see her in a few days for their next mission.

The two stepped over to a table, hidden behind rows of shelves, to continue their conversation. Piper sat directly opposite Blue - a habit she had gained from interviewing everyone who would give her the chance - and he sat, hands in his lap, waiting for her to continue.

"I know how hard it is to find the truth out here, believe me..." she spoke quietly, so as not to disturb anyone else wandering around the HQ, "and once you find it out, it's even harder to get people to listen.. That's why I started Publick Occurrences. Though the negativity is sometimes almost enough to make me wanna hang up my hat and forget about it.

"I'm so tired of hearing 'Piper, why can't you write happy stories?', 'Piper, can't you write something that doesn't scare everyone?'. Ugh."

"It sounds like a tough job," Night began.

"That's the understatement of the century," Piper scoffed, but Night just continued.

"But you can't just give up because people don't want to listen. You have to keep going, and never forget what brought you to the place you're at now, and why you do the things you do."

"You're right. You always know what to say, huh, Blue?" she sighed, turning her gaze downwards for a moment, "you see, the truth protects us. It protects myself and Nat, and anyone who's willing to listen. That's why we do this, despite the consequences."

"You can't fight a battle when you know nothing about the enemy," Night agreed.

"Exactly! You see, Nat and I grew up way out in the Commonwealth, in a tiny little settlement.

"We lived with our Dad, and at that time our mom was out of the picture, so the three of us lived happily there."

Night placed his arms on the table to lean on, nodding for her to go on, his piercing blue gaze bright against his tanned skin. Gathering up the courage to continue, Piper's tone became somber, and she spoke quieter.