Ponyville Library Some Time Before Second Landing

The sun's rays shined on Ponyville, coating everything in a great feeling of warmth. The light seeped into the library through windows and gave view to the books that lined the walls. Up the stairs in a room layed the Soul Survivor, his armor removed earlier that night to allow him a more comfortable sleep. He turned in his slumber pulling the covers with him as Dogmeat lifted his head up to a noise. Dogmeat lifted himself up and ran to the window looking out into the small town and barking at something in the distance. I swear, if he keeps barking all the times he saved my ass won't matter I'll kill him. That's what thought came to the Survivor's mind as he shifted the covers and left the warmth of his bed.

"What's wrong boy? Something got ya spooked or something?" He walked over to the window and placed his hand over dogmeat's head to calm him. "What are you even...looking...at." The Survivor's gaze looked upon a dark formation of clouds...clouds that looked all to familiar.

Oh shit, was the last thought that occurred in the Survivor's mind as he ran down the stairs. He would of put on his armor but his power armor would have to do, as he climed into his suit Dogmeat let out a loud bark and panted waiting for his friend to get ready. The Survivor finished equipping his armor and grabbed the minigun next to him. He figured if anything dangerous did fall from those ink clouds, there was no kill like over kill. He ran towards the door his feet clanking on the wooden floor as he opened the door....only to find Rarity holding her hand in the air ready to knock.

"Oh Soul darling, I was coming over to see if you wanted me to make you some clothing so you wouldn't have to stay in your armor....but now I think I might be missing something." Said Rarity, as she looked at Soul in his armor.

The Survivor stopped dead in his tracks, "Rarity I know I haven't been here for long and we don't really know each other yet but I need you to go get Twilight and tell her to meet me at the entrance of that forest." He said almost as fast as Pinky Pie talks.

"Oh, that's no problem darling. I hope you don't mind me asking but, what ever for?" She asked, as the Survivor eased her aside and walked out. This action gained both Rarity's attention and everypony in the facility who hadn't seen him yet. He walked out some distance then pointed out towards the Everfree Forest. Rarity walked out a little and looked towards the direction he pointed, and her puples diolated to dots as she layed eyes on the collection of clouds. They looked to be becoming more aggressive as she watched. "Say nothing more deer, I will have her there as quick as possible." With that Rarity walked at a hurried pace to Twilight's castle.

The Survivor smirked under his helmet, seeing beings that had little experience in seeing life and death actually made him happy. The lack of horror in this new land was...a welcoming change. He started charging towards the clouds making it to the entrance of the woods quite quickly. He stomped through the forest leaving a small trail of destruction behind him due to his armor. It was hard to see the storm now due to the canopy of the leafy tree tops, but the Survivor's sence of direction was fine tuned enough to know where he was running. Once he came close enough he noticed something that...made him freeze solid.

There was a young man, scavenging a wreaked virtabird. It looked to have extensive damage on the engine and appeared to have been dropped. The man himself didn't really raise any questions as much as his apparel. It was a vault suit the same color blue that reminded him of his own vault. He read the number on it to be 101 on his back as the man turned around and jumped down from the virtabird. The Survivor hadn't seen another person from a vault in....ever. The man went to check on one of his weapons, but seemed to take notice of him as he did. The Survivor knew that he had been made and judging by the vault suit he had on maybe he wasn't...a brainless raider... Maybe. With this very hopeful thought in mind he started to walked over to the vault dweller.

The Lone Wanderer was looking at a suit of power armor, walking towards him with a very threatening looking minigun. He did what any reasonable individual would do in a situation like this, raised his sniper riffle and pointed the business end at the metal titan before him. The Survivor stopped and let his instinct take over as he pointed his minigun at the Wanderer. The world seem to go cold as their weapons took aim, the two immoral men looking at each other with there weapons ready to kill. The atmosphere around them turned silent as the entire existence of everything took notice of what had just happened. That shit had just gotten to a very high level of real! Their eyes collided looked two death claw taring into each other viciously, even the Survivor's helmet not blocking all the experience that came from those blue eyes. Nore could the Wanderer stop the hail of years that collided with him from that visor.

"So....are we just gonna sit here like a couple piles of brahmin shit, or are you gonna put down that riffle?" Asked the Survivor as he placed a foot forward only to have a bullet land a few inches from him.

"You take one more step, the next one goes right for you visor." Said the Lone Wanderer, the barrel of his riffle smoking from the fresh shot.

The Survivor chuckled, "at this range, your sniper riffle doesn't stand a chance. My minigun on the other hand doesn't need to be accurate at this range. All I need is to let it loose and it'll rip into you like a pack of ferral ghouls." He added to this by stepping forward again, landing his foot right where the bullet pierced the ground. The Survivor didn't like these threats he was a more charisma driven person, but judging by the experience in those eyes a threat was the most likely to work.

"True but this round will still knock your head back long enough for me to run." The Wanderer said, raising his sniper to prove his own point.

The Survivor and the Wanderer both stood there still as stone, neither wanting to move. This transpired for a few minutes before the Survivor finally let his gun down. "Look...I know this isn't gonna sound sane but, put down your weapon."

"Oh sure, then you'll tell me to follow your big metal ass." The Wanderer keep up his aim, making sure not to let the armor clad behemoth out of sight.

"Umm...yeah, heh heh. Look I don't think you know what your dealing with."

"What do you mean?"

The Survivor took a breath, putting down his minigun, "look your not on earth anymore, your...in a whole new world maybe even univers."

The Lone Wanderer laughed, "it wouldn't be the first time, but a different univers? Yeah I'll believe that when I'm dead. Besides, how am I supposed to trust you?" He looked aggravated and ready to shoot.

"Hey I just threw my minigun to the ground, if you spent even one day with me you'd trust me with your life!" The Survivor took another breath, "look if you follow me I promise you won't get hurt and you'll see something so amazing that....you won't believe your eyes."

The Wanderer looked away for just a second, his mind going into a web of thoughts. On one hand he could be telling the truth. If this is true then he was a long way home and it would provide some kind explanation for that vortex. On the other hand if he's lying then he could die...he made a decision and holstered his sniper riffle.

"Ok, I'll bite. That doesn't mean I trust you though." Dogmeat ran from the side lines having been distracted, "hey who's that?"

"Oh this is my friend, Dogmeat. Say high boy." Dogmeat barked while looking at the Wanderer,"I should probably tell you my name or at least a title, you can call me Soul Survivor. Although everyone else here calls me Soul. Do you have a name or maybe some kind of title?"

"Yeah...you can call me Loan Wanderer." The Wanderer walked over to both Soul and Dogmeat, "or 101 if that works for you better."

The Survivor looked towards the Wanderer, "how about I just call you Vault? Does that work for you or would you prefer Wanderer?"

The Wanderer thought for a bit, "Wanderer actually sounds better...for now at least." He started following Soul as he lead the way, though he thought this unnecessary sence the path he took was painfully obvious. The Wanderer looked at the power armor that Soul was wearing it didn't look any of the armor the brotherhood used back in D.C. this suit looked bulkier then even the t-50b. They walked for a small amount of time, until he started to see something up aheah. Soul keep walking on crushing twigs and grass under his heavy feet, once they came out of the entrance of the woods what the Wanderer saw on the other side...trumped even the aliens that had captured him.

What was in front of him was a...mutant of some kind there was no other word he'd use to describe them. There were two, one was a slightly dull white but not as dull as the greyish white remains of the Capital Wasteland with a vibrant vilet colored hair. The other was a purple with a darker colored purple hair that had a pink stripe going down it. Their physic was....it reminded the Wanderer he had yet to make love to a women yet. He hid this thought though, using the emotional barrier he'd made while transversing the wasteland. Though it did poke the back of his mind like a radscrorpion stinging him multiple times in the skull.

"Soul your alright, thank Celestia that you ok!" The purple one said, "I'm so sorry you had to go out there it's all my fault!"

The Survivor just stood there, "whoa there Twilight, what do you mean this is all your fault?"

She looked up tears in her eyes, "I...I disobey Princess Luna, she was going to send some scientists from Canterlot to investigate the place where you landed. I wanted to study some of your world's magic and...went there anyway. I didn't want to hurt anypony but I was so curious, I know it doesn't mean much to you but...I'm sorry." She finished putting her head down and continued to cry on his armor.

He backed up and placed her at a distance where he could talk to to her, "Look at me Twilight. Your fine ok, I don't blame you for being curious from the little time I've spent with you I'm sure you'd never try to hurt me. That and the fact that you definitely look sorry makes me believe you, so I forgive you." Twilight's face went into a state of pure relief as she let out a long sigh after whipping her tears away, "Princess Luna on the other hand, not to sure about that."

This put a grave look on Twilight's face but it was removed as she put her eyes on....a second human. She looked at Soul, "ummm...whose that?"

The Survivor looked behind him, "oh this is Wanderer. He's the human that fell from that vortex over the forest."

Twilight walked over to him, the Wanderer was trying his best not to look below her neck but it was a difficult task. She's so beautiful, was the thought that crashed through his mental barrier. Her curves made his head spine and those eyes...so large and full of life. He shoke his mind as she approached him, Twilight extended her hand towards him.

"Hello my name is Princess Twilight Sparkle but I'd rather you call me Twilight." He raised his hand and shoke her offered hand, his inner scientist taking note of how much it fealt like a human hand.

"It's nice to meet you Twilight, and who is that behind you?" The Wanderer asked looking over Twilight's shoulder.

"Oh this is my friend Rarity, she's a fashion designer and told me that Soul here wanted me at the entrance of the Everfree Forest." She smiled.

"Hello there, I'm the Wanderer. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand which she shoke.

"Please the pleasures all mine darling, it's good to know that nothing dangerous came from that vortex." Said Rarity, as she let go of him.

"So that's why my welcoming party was a guy ready to take on a army." He said a little humor in his voice as looked towards the Soul Survivor.

The Soul Survivor holstered his minigun, "well I wasn't gonna let some wasteland danger hurt my friends."

The Wanderer couldn't help but dwell on that word...friend. He wasn't born with the title Lone Wanderer no, he earned it by getting though hell and back by himself. Sure some people helped him and he did talk to venders on a regular basis but other then that....he relied mainly on himself. After losing his father and having no one around to really relay on was difficult for him, no family, his one love interest having him leave her life for the good of the vault, the Capital Wasteland proving time and time again that. You can't trust anyone. This rule after the Wanderer learned it had saved him so many times... How could you argue with statistics?

"Well I guess he could sleep at the library with you. That is if he's alright with it?" Twilight and the Survivor were having a conversation while the Wanderer was lost in his thoughts. She turned towards the Wanderer and noticed his eyes were zoned out. She snapped her fingers near his face a few times, he jumped a little and Twilight asked if he was ok.

"Yeah I just got lost in thought for a little bit, I'm ok with sleeping in this library as long as I can have my own living quarters."

"Of course you can, there's a guest room in the library so you'll have more then enough room." She looked at the sun, "oh no! I need to get home Rarity could you show them around Ponyville for me I...have a letter to write to the Princess." Twilight's look went grim as she flew towards the castle.

The Wanderer didn't even notice the wings, he watched her fly off.

The Survivor walked over and wrapped his arm around the Wanderer's neck, "come on buddy, let's go and meet our new world, hmm?" The Survivor walked off pulling the Wanderer with him as he followed Rarity into town.

The Mojove Wasteland, Near New Vagus

Sand blew heavy on the dead bodies of both NCR and Legion hit teams who had tried to take out a figure with raiders following behind him. He wore a long trench coat with what looked like metal of some kind on it's shoulders. That same metal covered his fore arms and chest, as he bent down to pick up a strange looking stone that shined a violent red.

"What is that thing Boss?" Asked one of the raiders, who wore study leather armor over his raider wears.

"Don't know, but I have ah feeling it's gonna help us have some real... Fun."

Author's Note

Before people get mad about me making one of the three legends a evil person. I just want it to be said that in all of the games you can choose to be evil. He'd also be the most likely (at least in my opinion) to become a evil sour Soul.

Also I have a question for you all who have read most of this story, who would you like the Wanderer to fall in love with? Princess Twilight or Princess Celestia? I'll let you guys decide on it. I'll work for me either way, I also want to give a big shout out to all of you who have jumped onto this fallout train I'm conducting. Thanks for your support and border line worship of this Fic.

Finally if any of you are wondering yes at some point there will be actually Clop in this Fic but not fore some time.

Till next chapter, yours dirtymike69