Dam Victory
Dalton celebrates an Independent victory at the Dam, and is reminded of her duties by her closest friend.
Author's Notes
Author's Note: Dalton's relationship with Arcade is purely platonic. Some people have misinterpreted the intention of this piece, so unfortunately I need to clarify this ;w;
“You idiot.”
Arcade curled himself slightly around the injured woman in his arms. “You could have been killed out there.” She cracked a toothy grin at him, trying to sit up but wincing at the bolt of pain that shot through her wounded leg.
“But I’m alive.” The courier assured him. “Just a little worse for wear…”
“Even so-“
He was cut off by a warm laugh from her as she curled her arms around his armored neck and sat up a little bit. “We did it Arcade, you don’t need to worry. The Legion’s on the run, and I doubt they’re coming back. The Mojave is safe.” They’d won. They’d beaten the Legate and thwarted Caesar’s second attempt for the dam, and they’d secured an independent Mojave.
“You know it’s not going to get easier from here on out.” He chided her as he rose to his feet, effortlessly lifting her. “You’ve got to run the place now…and run it right.”
“Like I promised, I know. I know.” Dalton smiled as she kissed the cheek of his helmet- his father’s helmet. “I’ve got you, and everyone else to help keep me in line. I’ll be fine as soon as we get this wound patched up.” Things were looking up for the Mojave, for Vegas. A bright new future lay ahead of them, and she would see it come to truth, one way or another.