A/N: Fallout belongs to Bethesda. Not me. Go sue somebody else.

"Damnit!"

This is Michael. About two years ago his father escaped from Vault 101. Michael went out in search of him to find out why he did the things he did. It turned out that his father wanted to help the poor people of the wasteland by giving back life-giving water. Before he left the Vault, Michael had minimal combat experince. He was a security guard, and a damn good shot in the firing range. He had the skills to hack just about any jammed door or locked terminal in the vault, and he was an expert at sneaking around in his childhood.

His life changed that day. It was his 19th birthday. His father had suddenly left the Vault, and he was awaken by his best friend in the Vault, Amata. She told him that his father had left and that if he didn't leave, too, he would be killed. Like his adoptive brother, Jonas.

So, after sneaking out of the Vault, silently thanking Amata for helping him, he went to the big rusted metal pile in the distance. Megaton. Fitting name. Michael had immediately disarmed the bomb after telling Lucas Simms, the sheriff, that he'd do it for 100 caps. Whatever those were. After disarming the bomb, he quickly made an enemy out of Mr. Burke. The man who wanted to destroy all of Megaton.

So, after setting up in Megaton for a couple of days, helping out around town, and collecting odds and ends that he thought would be useful, he hacked into Moriarty's terminal, finding that his father went to the GNR building.

After that, he left Megaton. Into the wastes of the desert called The Capitol Wasteland.

And then, everything else was a blur. He did all these things, helped people, killed bad people, and found his father. Shortly after, his father was killed. By the Enclave. A group of people who call themselves 'True Americans'

Shortly after, he had destroyed their entire base. The Crawler at Fort Adams Air Base. He was finially done with his revenge. But now what? Michael had amassed a good size of caps, ammo, weapons, armor, and he even had a house. But he was still lacking something. He was lacking a friend.

Sarah Lyons was a friend, but he rarely got to see her. She was always out in the Capitol Wasteland. He'd ask to come along, but she would always say no, telling him that it was a 'need-to-know' mission or something else equally ridiciolus.

Now, he was pinned down by a horde of giant green men, or super mutants. Dozens of the bastards. All because he wanted to help Riley of Riley's Rangers. He found her uncouncious in Underworld. He found out that she was the only one of her squad to escape. She looked so beaten. Now, he had to kill atleast thirty of the green bastards to see if Riley's Rangers were even alive. Luckily, Michael had just as much experince fighting these guys as he did Enclave soldiers. Throwing another gernade, the only warning four of the green bastards got was a shout.

"Frag out!"

A/N: This story already has a plot-line written down. It has almost another chapter in, too. No beta, though. I don't know when I'll add a new chapter. I never will. Just be patient. E-mail me and if you do it enough I'll probably get off my ass and do another chapter.

R&R!