The pair's trip to Megaton was about as uneventful as a mole rat race underwater, the pegasus and the Lone Wanderer both keeping quiet during the entire trip, save for some small talk here and there. The two kept pace with each other, neither one inching forward just a little more than the other. After all, the mare was a little new at survival in the Wasteland, no matter how long she was in the library.

Rainbow Dash for her sake walked proudly next to the Wanderer, her tourniquet misplaced after she discovered the absence of running blood from her forehead. Though her eyes quickly shifted side to side for any signs of movement, she still held a calm demeanor, pausing to glance at her companion once or twice at a time to make sure he was alright.

She clearly did not realize there was no point in doing so.

Carter on the other hand was a little less on edge, Blackhawk in its holster and his bowie knife in his sheath attached to his chest piece. His armor glistened brightly in the Wasteland sun, blood red, brown, and white practically a beacon for his appearance.

If a sniper ain't here, he's missin' one helluva chance, he thought, glancing over at Rainbow, only to find her magnum in her mouth as she surveyed their surroundings, well, at least I have her along for the ride now, Carter chuckled at this thought, his growing age making itself noticed as a mix of blood and phlegm escaped his supposedly sealed mouth. Wiping his chin with the left sleeve of his duster, he stole a glance at his Pip-Boy 3000, which was currently displaying his stats.

This display of observation attracted the attention of the mare next to him, who twisted her head and stuffed her revolver gently back into her holster by her left flank. Giving a suspcious look, she asked, "Hay, shouldn't we keep goin'?"

Giving a laugh of affirmation, Rainbow smirked with victory as the man continued on his way toward Megaton, hand placed at his side in anticipation with his revolver still snug inside its holster. Trotting alongside him, she shut her eyes and brandished a cocky grin as the two continued on with their journey. The pair were silent for what was at least thirty minutes until the man broke the silence with a simple question,

"So lemme guess? You're a pegasus?"

Rainbow couldn't help but shine a grin from ear to ear, "Eeyup," she replied, mimicking her coltfriends signature catchphrase, "how'd you know?"

Looking down at her again, he answered her honestly, "Well, when I was a little kid, I used to be a little obssesed with equines; I don't remember much of what I learned because I was, hell maybe 5, but I remember reading about winged horses in myth-"

"Ponies."

Staring into space, Carter asked, "What?"

"Pony. As in a small horse. What, you didn't read about that? Everypony knows that!"

"Well, the book I read didn't say anything about winged ponies, but winged horses, as I learned, are called pegasi, mythological beings who can fly around the sky. I sorta did that once after what happened with the Zeta, but....."

A little worried to ask, Rainbow took a leap of faith, "But...what?"

Turning back to the way of their destination, Carter quickly looked away with a wicked grin on his face, "I'll show you at some point while you're here. Now c'mon, no more questio-"

"Hay wait, aren't just a little freaked out about a talking pegasus from mythology?"

"Now Dashie, ("Don't call me that.") this is the Capital Wasteland: Shit Happens. Really anything could happen here. Why, just yesterday, I saw an outer space ship come craaaaaaashing down into the ground near Greyditch. Dropped a neat li'l gun I put in my safe. Now, if ya don't mind, I'd rather get out of the rain fast than to get sick."

Staring up at the sky in confusion, Rainbow remarked, "It ain't rain-"

Just suddenly, a loud crack erupted through the skies, lighting them up for a split second. Immediately following was a thorough downpour of rain, wetting the mane of an annoyed Rainbow Dash. As it matted against her face, she slowly trotted toward a laughing Carter, muttered an, "I hate you," and walked off, leaving the man to follow after her with a cocky look on his features.

Running up next to her, he looked at his Pip-Boy and asked her, "Hey, you like music?"

Looking up at him with an annoyed look, she sighed and nodded her head at him. With pleasure, Carter switched the screen to Radio and selected his favorite (and only) option: Galaxy News Radio.

Out of the radio came a happy tune,

Tiiiimes have changed,

and we've of'en rewound the clock,

"Gaah, do we really have to listen to this old stuff?"

"Dashie, it's the only thing you have to listen to out here. Either enjoy it or hike up to Denver and pick up some of the last remaining rock songs on the planet."

Rolling her eyes in understanding, Rainbow slowed her pace down so Carter could keep up, and the duo could barely make out the sillhouette of Megaton over the horizon.

Author's Note

I know, I know: "Short Chapter Deadly, What The Hell?" Well, I'm currently trying to complete a story for a contest, which I most likely am not going to win and not have completed on time, and I've hit a rock in my brainstorming which affected, as you've noticed, this chapter. Do not fret, my readers, as the next chapter will be at least in the 2,000's, so expect it sometime next week; it's Summer Vacation bitches!