Fallout Fridays – Homecoming

A newly-illuminated sign which reads “Sanctuary Hills” stands in front of a bombed out suburban home.

I was with those railroad children for an entire week while they slept in a sewer playing Church Crypt Clubhouse. But it’s over now. I got the code. They got the chip. That was the deal.

Desdemona tried to give me a mission before I left but I told her the only thing I cared about was finding my baby and getting the fuck out of there. I’m not here to play secret agent. I’m just thankful Tinker Tom knew what he was doing and they didn’t get us killed.

Nick and I sat on a park bench looking out to sea after we left. The salty air was a refreshing change from living in a sewer with kids calling me Codename: Professor. Nick lit two cigarettes and handed one to me.

I thanked him and asked with a smirk, “What’s the point of a robot smoking anyway?”

“Just a bad habit I picked up I guess. Goes with the outfit. Gotta put out a proper image to be a proper gumshoe, you know. But what about you, kid? Where are we going to build this enormous contraption of yours? We’re gonna need the resources and labor of an entire town if we want to get this done.”

“Funny you should mention that. Did I ever tell you about my first day out of the Vault?”


It’s a two-day journey from the church back to Sanctuary, but thankfully the day was uneventful. I figure these people owe me one since I saved their skins and gave them my old neighborhood.

It’s funny, according to my older entries I went back there once to retrieve power armor for that trip through the Glowing Sea, but I have absolutely no fucking memory of that whatsoever. Okay, maybe “funny” isn’t the word for it. I tried to ask Nick if he knew anything about it, but he just got quiet and changed the subject.

We made camp along the overpass, high above the ground and safe inside a hollowed out trailer. Nick eyed me intensely as I grilled a slab of molerat meat, sipping my lukewarm Nuka-Cola and vodka.

“Your story about those Minutemen has got me thinking a lot about the first town I encountered after The Institute tossed me out like garbage.” He stared into the fire, making his glass eyes seem hollow, the illuminated irises barely visible as he furrowed his brow.

I flipped the steak onto an emptied out Fancy Lads box and began cutting bites with my hunting knife, “With a freshly wiped memory that must have been a helluva rude awakening, huh?”

“You don’t know the half of it! Here I am, waking up in a literal trash heap, with a mechanical body, believing myself to be a cop from your time. Needless to say, I…well I panicked a little.” His hands shake as he pinches a cigarette out of his coat.

I let out a sardonic laugh, “Boy that’s relatable. What did you do?”

“The only thing I could do. I ran, until I finally came across a tiny town. It’s a wonder they didn’t shoot me on sight, a naked metal man screaming toward them.” The image made us both laugh.

“The first human who ever talked to me was a young boy. I think his name was…Jim. He was full of questions. And answers, at least for someone who had no idea where or when he was. Pretty soon the whole town came out to marvel at the mechanical man. They treated me pretty decent once they realized I wasn’t a threat.”

I gave Nick a smile. He’s one of the only people I know who remembers what it was like before The Day. “Prewar” as everyone else here calls it. I began to unroll my sleeping bag as I said to him, “Maybe we could go back there some time and say hello.”

Wrong. You fucked up, Dori.

Nick leapt from his seat and kicked the campfire, sparks flying everywhere. I instinctively drew my pistol and pointed it directly between his eyes.

“I CAN’T because they’re all fucking DEAD! MURDERED by raiders like they were nothing but animals, and all I could do was RUN AWAY! Like a FUCKING COWARD!”

He punched the side of the trailer and a long, low hum echoed inside our shelter. He finally speaks again, in a low whisper. And I finally lower my pistol.

“I’m supposed to be able to Protect and Serve. I know I’m not the real Nick Valentine, but his memories are all I’ve got. And you would think a cop would be able to take out a few punks with guns but I just…I had no idea. I didn’t know this brave new world had such people in it. I thought I could take my time, do a little farming, live an easy life out in the country and heal.”

Neither of us knew what to say. Nick shuffled his way toward the entrance of the trailer and sat down, standing guard for me to sleep. I poured unfiltered water over what remained of the fire.

“Doesn’t matter,” he finally muttered, “that was probably a hundred years ago, anyway.”


We didn’t talk much the next day. We passed the old drive-in. And that diner where I killed those two chem pushers. Once we reached Concord I began to worry. What if these people didn’t make it?

They asked for my help setting up camp and I just left them there. And why can I not remember going there before? Were they all dead? Was it so traumatic I just blocked it out? Are we about to walk into a horror show? Or maybe even worse, a new raider camp?

But as we cross the Red Rocket station I hear a familiar bark. It was Dogmeat!

“Well I’ll be damned,” Nick chuckled, “He’s been waiting for you to come home this whole time.”

I threw my arms around him before realizing he had some sort of “armor” made out of old tires and sharpened bolts. On the side somebody had written “Minuteman Dogmeat”. So that Minuteman guy must still be alive!

Dogmeat happily trotted ahead, leading us to the wooden bridge which was now heavily fortified. The Minuteman hopped from his guard post and waved back toward the houses.

Two wooden guard towers and two automatic turrets are guarding the end of a wooden bridge. On the right tower is a sign which reads "protected by the Minutemen". A black man in a blue military uniform and black ranger hat is standing in the entrance to greet the viewer.
Two wooden guard towers and two automatic turrets are guarding the end of a wooden bridge. On the right tower is a sign which reads “protected by the Minutemen”. A black man in a blue military uniform and black ranger hat is standing in the entrance to greet the viewer.

“Hey everyone! The General is back! Here comes the General!”

Nick elbowed me in the ribs and muttered, “Kind of an overly enthusiastic hero’s welcome, don’t you think?”

The Minuteman ran down the bridge toward us, “General, permission to shake your hand?”

I stammer for a moment while Dogmeat bounds around the three of us, “Um, yes, sure. Uh, at ease, soldier.”

He escorts me over the bridge after giving me an eager and firm handshake. At least a dozen people are there to meet us at the guard towers and they all salute me as I approach. Which is…weird? What the hell is with this General business? Did something happen when I was here last time?

A rusty playground consisting of a spaceship-themed jungle gym, a teeter-totter, pink flamingos, and ride-and-rock rocket ships stands in front of a basketball court laid over The Sumners' former foundation.
A rusty playground consisting of a spaceship-themed jungle gym, a teeter-totter, pink flamingos, and ride-and-rock rocket ships stands in front of a basketball court laid over The Sumners’ former foundation.

Where the Sumners’ house used to be is now a basketball court and playground. I pull the Minuteman to the side so we can hopefully talk privately. But everyone keeps staring at me with a creepy expression of adoration. I don’t even recognize half of these fucking people. What gives?

I look at the Minuteman’s uniform and hope the name stitched on it is actually his because I can’t remember it, “Um, listen Mister…Garvey? The reason I’m here is because I found a way to get to my son. But it’s going to require a lot of power and a lot of space. And I’m going to need your help.”

After many praises and cheers and way too much attention from everyone, I asked Garvey if he could give me some damn space. Everyone else leaves but he leads me along the road, insisting on showing me what they’ve done with Ms. Rosa’s home.

Standing on the basketball court, a hoop is visible in the foreground. In the background is the side of Ms. Rosa's collapsed house with three neon signs along the entire visible wall. In blue in the center is a sign reading "Sanctuary Hills - Home of the New Minutemen". On the left in red neon reads, "All Are Welcome". On the right in red neon reads, "Raiders Get Shot". A large cornfield is just barely visible beyond a hedge fence.
Standing on the basketball court, a hoop is visible in the foreground. In the background is the side of Ms. Rosa’s collapsed house with three neon signs along the entire visible wall. In blue in the center is a sign reading “Sanctuary Hills – Home of the New Minutemen”. On the left in red neon reads, “All Are Welcome”. On the right in red neon reads, “Raiders Get Shot”. A large cornfield is just barely visible beyond a hedge fence.
Ms. Rosa's garage now has [from foreground to background] a well pump and several barrels of purified water, a settler checking inventory shelves, a settler standing guard with a shotgun, Sturges (a white man in overalls) is tinkering with a broken motorcycle. In every nook and cranny are workbenches and storage shelves filled with scavenged components.
Ms. Rosa’s garage now has [from foreground to background] a well pump and several barrels of purified water, a settler checking inventory shelves, a settler standing guard with a shotgun, Sturges (a white man in overalls) is tinkering with a broken motorcycle. In every nook and cranny are workbenches and storage shelves filled with scavenged components.
Inside Ms. Rosa's home has been completely cleared out to make room for a makeshift barracks. In the center of a room is a coffee table topped with clutter and a checkers game, surrounded by mismatched seating. In the back corners of the room makeshift bunkbeds are visible, as well as a small wetbar with scavenged drinks.
Inside Ms. Rosa’s home has been completely cleared out to make room for a makeshift barracks. In the center of a room is a coffee table topped with clutter and a checkers game, surrounded by mismatched seating. In the back corners of the room makeshift bunkbeds are visible, as well as a small wetbar with scavenged drinks.

Finally Garvey lets me go to my own home. Which is apparently a diner now.

“As I live and breathe! Good evening mum!”

Codsworth. Of course.

My former house, which is now illuminated with electricity. A scavenged "Diner" sign has been placed above the front door.
My former house, which is now illuminated with electricity. A scavenged “Diner” sign has been placed above the front door.
A full but cluttered kitchen in my former home. On the walls are two signs which read, "Clean up and keep this place clean" and "Today's Menu: Take it or leave it". The bar is stocked with vegetables, prewar food, nuka colas, pots and pans. In the background is a counter, stove, sink, and stocked refrigerator. Next to the fridge is a commercial ice cooler.
A full but cluttered kitchen in my former home. On the walls are two signs which read, “Clean up and keep this place clean” and “Today’s Menu: Take it or leave it”. The bar is stocked with vegetables, prewar food, nuka colas, pots and pans. In the background is a counter, stove, sink, and stocked refrigerator. Next to the fridge is a commercial ice cooler.
My former living room is now a mess hall. On the walls are a mounted Deathclaw head, a mounted radroach, and a mounted feral ghoul head. The room is occupied by a long metal table with mismatched chairs and equally mismatched meals scattered all over the surface.
My former living room is now a mess hall. On the walls are a mounted Deathclaw head, a mounted radroach, and a mounted feral ghoul head. The room is occupied by a long metal table with mismatched chairs and equally mismatched meals scattered all over the surface.

 

“Now I realize the home looks a bit of a fright but don’t you worry Mum. Master Long and I have seen to it that yours and Master Shawn’s rooms are expertly prepared for your return. Um, where is Master Shawn, mum? Is he with you? Did you find him?”

I turn down the hallway to our bedrooms and my heart stops, “Codsworth, I need you to shut the fuck up right now and tell me what the hell this is!”

I’m just gonna put a picture in here because honestly I can’t even deal with this shit right now. I’m going to bed. I’ll write again when I get some answers.

A shrine of flowers, chems, and fruit surrounded by candles lies in front of a Vault 111 jumpsuit and minigun proudly on display.
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Fallout Fridays – Homecoming

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