He often came up here now. He often came up to the Flight Deck after his shift was done to just look out over the eviscerated city of Washington DC, a city which had changed so much in such a short time. Instead of the irradiated cesspit which once surrounded Rivet City - a floating haven which offered asylum and protection from a terrifyingly dangerous wasteland – DC had been transformed from a source of misery to a vestige of hope; a manifestation of humanity's tragic past and glorious future, something to protect and be grateful for. The GECK and project purity had changed everything.

As the guardian and joint leader of Rivet City, Harkness was glad, glad that his friends and their families and all the inhabitants of DC now had something to look forward to, a reprieve from the day to day struggle to survive in a hostile world. But along with DC he had changed. In the past year he had found who he truly was. Truly is. And android: a former slave.

He was far from happy about his past; the memories - as vivid and accurate as those of a computer - rocked him to his core. The inability to defy his master; the feeling of misery and despair as he killed or returned other androids to their 'owners'; the abuse he went through because he was 'less than human'. The memories made him feel ill. The sadness and suffering at the hands of Zimmer, Armitage and others at the infamous Institute was indescribable.

But now he knew. He knew what and who he was and nothing could change that; he could be at peace, he could move on. He still had an alternate, positive set of memories and experiences - the set which meant most to him, more than his 'true' past.

And he had the man who made him realise all this, the man who gave humanity hope and happiness. The man who loved him enough to rip out his own heart out in discovering Harkness's nature; enough to tell him the truth about his differences and to reconcile them with what he was now and what he would remain as. The Wanderer.

He may have blighted him with unwanted (but real) memories. But which is preferable: a comforting lie or a dark and depressing truth? The blight was secondary to the fact that the wanderer had never lied, the first human – non-synthetic human – to do so, and he kept the Android's true nature hidden from all; he never betrayed him. Ever. He even turned down hard cash to protect him. Another truth was that Harkness had nothing but love and appreciation for the saviour of the wasteland.

"Watch you don't fall overboard – I'm not dragging you up for Pinkerton's hideout to fix." The familiar voice whispered in his ear as the wanderer slid his welcome and familiar arms around his waist. Harkness laughed and slapped the Wanderer's hands as they began playing with his belt.

"You're an ass. . . And I could get you under public morality laws y'know!"

"Yes officer,"101 chuckled.

Harkness looked around at his lover and raised his eyebrows sternly,

"I'm the Security Chie-" but was interrupted as he placed his finger on Harkness's lip,

"I've got news. Good news in fact; the brotherhood's finished clearing out Raven Rock. The Enclave doesn't have a presence in DC anymore." The wanderer blurted, grinning.

"Well, that's good. Li and Bannon have agreed to let me post a watch at Project Purity; give the Brotherhood a hand y'know,"

"They'll appreciate the hand," The Wanderer kissed Harkness's neck

"Have you ever watched the sun set?"

"I've seen it set, never watched it though. I've never had time since leaving Vault 101. Why?"

"There's an hour 'til sunset. Watch it with me, " Harkness turned and looked into 101's eyes,

"I'd like that."