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Peaches 3

I'll be flying on the day I would usually upload Peaches (which is gonna be every Wednesday), so I'm posting a few days early.

Rating: Explicit Summary: Georgia Jacobs wakes up in Vault 111 reeling from the shock of losing her son and almost losing her life. Her spouse's pod is empty, and she has no idea the state of the world. So she leaves and only has one goal in mind. Finding her son. No matter the cost. What she doesn't expect is to like the people she's stumbled across since waking. Family issues, emotional baggage, and a constant state of stress follows her along in the Commonwealth. Ship: Eventually Hancock/Female Sole Survivor Content Warning: Graphic violence, morally grey characters, sexual harrassment mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, toxic relationships, trauma both past and present, abandonment issues, depression, eventual smut, slow burn, ghoul sex, you will question Georgia's morals at one point or another Length: 2.9k

Georgia had no choice now.  Supplies were low in Sanctuary, but she remembered Concord had an old hardware store and a couple of drug dens that would have the welding supplies she needed.  Codsworth had been a great help in figuring out the welding machine after the first few disastrous attempts.  Georgia tugged on the clothing she’d scavenged from her neighbor’s houses.  Dark green cargo pants she tied with a belt at her waist.  Dark red Nuka-Cola shirt she’d found buried in her own closet underneath a black vest.  The numerous pockets on it would come in handy on the road.  She adjusted the holster on her waist, double checking the ammo.

“What about your eyes mum?” Codsworth asked after handing her the duster.  Georgia hummed before she grabbed the welding goggles.  She hung them over her neck in the event she ran into a radiation storm.  “Be careful Miss Georgia.  I shall stay here and keep watch for anyone coming back to the vault.”  Georgia nodded.  Since she woke up in the vault, she worried that whoever released her would come back to check on her.  That was the biggest reason she’d ditched her vault suit.  That and she got the sneaky suspicion that the bright blue would make her a target in this world.  Georgia had flung the suit over the broken remains of her bed, walking out without looking back.

“Keep safe Codsworth.  I’ll be back.  If you can, see what you can scavenge from the other houses.  We might find some more generator components,” she said.

“Affirmative mum!” Codsworth gave her a salute and she walked towards the road leading to the exit.  Her stomach tangled itself into knots the closer she got to that ramshackle bridge leading out into the Commonwealth.  Leaving Sanctuary would make everything real.  She knew her world was gone but if she didn’t have to see it, then she could minimize everything in her head.  Going out into it would be facing a reality that would shatter her.  Georgia swallowed around the lump in her throat.  Her mama didn’t raise a coward.  This world will chew you up and spit you out if you let it, Georgia.  Kick its teeth in before it gets that chance.  Growing up had been rough with a younger brother that was considered the golden child, and a certifiable genius.  Bullies came for her thinking she was an easy target.  Georgia grinned at the memory of the first time someone pushed her into the wall at their school.  She’d swung back with her backpack and knocked the socks off that boy.  When he’d been on the ground she’d kicked him and fractured a rib.  No one bothered her after that.  You gotta be smart to get anywhere in this world Georgia and if you ain’t smart you gotta be tough.  That was what her father imparted to her growing up.

“I wasn’t stupid but it sure seemed like it compared to my brother,” she murmured to herself.  She shook the memory off as the gas station came into view.  “Ah, the old Red Rocket.  Wonder what supplies they got there?”  Her feet moved towards the station and she paused when she saw the dog.  “A dog?”

Her hand rested on the grip of the 10mm she’d gotten from the vault.  The dog seemed friendly but trusting anything out in this new world seemed like a death wish.  Instead of growling, the dog approached her with his tail wagging.  From what Georgia could tell he looked like a German Shepard.  She slowly reached out her hand, letting him get a sniff of her before his tongue lolled out happily.

“Hey there boy.  Do you have any owners?” Georgia asked running her fingers over his head.  He barked and turned towards the road.  “Huh, they’re in that direction?”  The dog barked once again and Georgia smiled.  “Are they in trouble?”  Before the dog could answer the ground exploded on her left.  “What the fuck!?”  The pistol was in her hand and she had taken two down before she dodged the third one.

The dog lunged and had the fourth one’s throat torn out before she shot the third one.  Right between the eyes like she’d been taught all her life.  Georgia’s breathing was choppy as her hands finally began to shake after the last mole rat was dead.  “Mutated mole rats?  Jesus fucking Christ.”  She sat on the ground leaning against the rusted guard rail.  She tilted her head towards the sky, uncaring when her hat fell with a soft plop behind her.

Tears streaked down her face, falling into the soft material of her shirt.  This world was fucked in the head.  “As Nana would say it’s got a few screws loose.”  A bitter laugh exploded out from her chest and she shook her head.  No use crying.  Crying don’t change a damn thing, Georgia.  Toughen up and get out there.  She reached behind her and scooped up her hat before slowly getting to her feet.  The dog trotted over and dropped a Stimpack at her feet.

“Well, how about that?  You’re a good boy.”  Georgia scratched behind his ears to his delight while she tucked the Stimpack into her pack.  “Now, let’s go find your owners.”

Concord

Georgia froze as she heard the shouting.  She plastered herself to the side of a building before peeking around the corner.  “What are those?  Raiders?” Georgia whispered harshly.  They’d had raiders in her time but she wondered how crazy this world’s raiders were.  The ones from before weren’t insane and usually backed off if they got resistance.  She hadn’t seen any since leaving Appalachia, but she never forgot the sounds of those shouts.  Her eyes widened when she saw the man standing on the balcony firing back but he seemed more desperate than anything else.  She didn’t want to get involved.  No one would help her in this radiated landscape so why should she?  Dog nuzzled against her palm and she felt her resolve wavering.

At her core she wasn’t someone who could just let another person die.  Not if she could do anything about it.  “Ugh, I hate that about myself.”  Georgia groaned before she snuck down the opposite road.  Better to come from behind and get the advantage on those assholes.  Georgia ducked behind some stacked sandbags, not even bothering to question why they were there.  She saw the two main culprits firing wildly up at the balcony.  They couldn’t hit the side of a barn.  What the hell?  She checked her magazine before pointing her pistol at them.  As smooth as whiskey she pulled the trigger and the bullet went right between the raider’s eyes.  She winced at the way his skull exploded but turned her attention to the second.  Shooting had come naturally to her, even as a kid.  The second and third ones dropped like flies.  Until she stepped over the corpses and looked up at the balcony.

“You’re not a raider?” Georgia shook her head and Dog barked beside her.  “Dogmeat?  There’s raiders inside!  They’ve almost made it to us and I have settlers here!  Can you help?” Georgia really didn’t want to get involved but she was already in this deep.

“Alright.  I’ll make my way in and take out whoever I can,” she yelled back.  Before she changed her mind, she pushed in the door with Dogmeat at her side.  Georgia hissed when a bullet hit the wood beside her head.  A few splinters dug into her cheek and she felt irrational anger boiling up.  They shot at me!  She ducked behind a wooden pillar before firing.  She took the two on the walkway above her out without much fuss.

“Stupid fucking raiders,” Georgia grumbled as she pulled the splinters out of her cheek.  She slapped a bandage over the small wounds and turned towards the side room.  “From what I remember, this was how to get to the stairs.”

Georgia sighed as she saw the mannequins positioned throughout the room and the announcer told the story of the Revolutionary War.  “Patriotism did such an amazing job saving our asses.”  Georgia scoffed at the very thought.  If anything it had made them a target.  Movement by the door broke her from her thoughts and she’d put the bullet in his head before the raider fully realized she was there.  She knelt by his body and rummaged through his pockets.  Dogmeat whined at her.  “Sorry boy, I need to see if he has any supplies worth taking.”  She found a Stimpack and a few bottlecaps.  Codsworth told her that was what this world used for currency.

“A fusion core?  That can be used to power generators!” Georgia knelt by the door and easily picked the lock.  “Who knew sneaking out from my bedroom as a teenager would come in handy.”  She grinned and pocketed the fusion core before heading up the stairs.  She heard more yelling and groaned as she saw two more raiders.  “Y’all are like fucking cockroaches!”  She swung out with the butt of the pistol and slammed it between the raider’s eyes as he reached for her.  As he fell back, she fired at the second one, scoffing when his body jerked back violently.  Georgia stepped over their bodies after rummaging through their pockets.

“I know you’re here!  I can smell a bitch from a mile away!” Georgia couldn’t stop the laugh from escaping.  That was the best he could come up with?  The last raider turned to her in the doorway and raised his rusted iron pipe above his head.  Georgia stepped in close, putting the barrel right under his chin and pulled the trigger.  She wiped the gore from her face as his body flopped backwards.  She crouched next to his body and scoffed, empty.  She turned to the door as it swung open and the man she’d seen on the balcony stepped out.

“You are a welcome sight.”  Georgia slowly got to her feet and approached him.  “I’m with the Minutemen.  Probably the last one still alive.”

“Minutemen?” Georgia asked as a memory tugged at her.  She remembered reading about the militia back in the Revolutionary War.  She also reminded herself history loved repeating itself.  Preston explained the story to her and it didn’t sound all that unbelievable.  No matter how much time has passed it seems like people don’t change.  “Wait, you were headed up to Sanctuary?”

“Yeah.  Mama Murphy told us about it.  Said it was a safe haven,” Preston explained.

“It is.” The answer came out before she could stop it.  “I’m currently set up there,” Georgia explained at the unspoken question on their faces.  “I’ve got water filtration and a crop situation already running.  So you’re more than welcome to join me if you want to.  I won’t be staying too long.”  Georgia crossed her arms loosely in front of her stomach.  Preston thanked her and asked about one more favor.  It’s always one more, but I’m already in this deep.  And I see their grief.  They need somewhere safe to be.  She’d looked over at two settlers and sensed they felt the same kind of loss she did.

“Power armor?” Georgia asked carefully.  She didn’t really want to mess with military tech but she knew the basics.  They’d covered it in one of her classes.  The hydraulics systems in power armor was similar to the one she installed in those bottling machines.  “I’ve got a fusion core but why do we need power armor?” Georgia asked and sighed when both Preston and Sturges went into how it would be easier to protect everyone with one.  “Alright, alright.  I’ll go figure it out.”

Georgia passed by Mama Murphy, pausing when she reached out and grabbed her wrist.  “Dogmeat found us a good one I think,” she said with a smile.  Georgia paused and turned towards the older woman.

“Dogmeat is his name?  He’s a good one.  Took me right to y’all.”  Georgia scratched Dogmeat’s head as his tongue lolled out happily.

“You be careful out there.  Something big and mean is coming, and it is angry.”  Georgia nodded at Mama Murphy’s warning.  She turned and headed out the door towards the roof.

Rooftop

“Well, there is some power armor here.  I’ll be damned.”  She hadn’t quite believed it at first, but here was the evidence right in front of her.  “And a damn minigun.  Guess these guys got caught up in the shockwave,” Georgia murmured.  She popped the core in and hopped into the suit.  She heard cursing from the road and grinned as she saw the rest of the raiders rushing towards the building.

“Like rats on a sinking ship.  Well, time to deal with them.  I’ll see you down there boy,” Georgia said before she stepped off the edge of the roof.  Dogmeat let out a sharp yip before he dashed through the open doorway to get down to the ground level.

Georgia laughed after her teeth stopped rattling.  She turned and sprayed the raiders with the minigun, cutting them down before they got a chance to hurt the settlers.  It was cathartic for her, much more than she’d had thought.  Georgia looked up as the screams turned from rage filled to terror.  She remembered Mama Murphy’s warning as the scaled head topped with deadly horns threw the sewer grate off the road.

“Deathclaw.”  Georgia remembered Nate telling her about them.  A military experiment designed to bolster their own troops in battle, but they didn’t like to obey so the military halted their progress.  How had they survived the nuclear bombs!?  “Oh god, what has radiation done to them?”  Georgia held up the minigun and started firing.  She backed up but the one thing about the power armor she hated.  It made her slow.

Georgia let out a scream as the Deathclaw pounced on her.  The breath was knocked from her lungs and the minigun went skidding across cracked pavement.  She managed to raise her arm to prevent the monster from biting down on her face.  Pain lanced through her as those deadly teeth punctured the metal of the suit, slicing into her skin.  Shit, shit, shit.  The smell of death, putrid and suffocating, reached her through the helmet.  Her stomach twisted as her heart galloped in her chest.  She wasn’t going to die today.  Not when her baby was still out there.  She was going to find Shaun and kill that bastard who shot her!!  And no creature or person was going to get in her way.  She clenched her jaw against the pain and pulled her arm back into the main cavity, reaching for her bag that held what she needed.

Georgia fumbled a bit but she pulled out the fragment grenade she’d found on one of the raiders inside the museum.  She pulled the pin and shoved her arm into the Deathclaw’s mouth.  She prayed the power armor could withstand the blow when it blew.  I ain’t the most religious person on this damned planet, but whoever is listening please let me live through this.  The impact stole her breath.  Like a truck slamming right into her chest.  Blood and viscera splattered over the power armor but she felt the Deathclaw go limp.  Georgia struggled to move but she managed to shove the corpse off.

She slowly got to her feet, struggling to get any breath she could.  She saw movement out of the corner of her eye and lashed out, grabbing the raider by his neck.  He screamed at her but she wasn’t in the mood.  Her hand squeezed, crushing his throat mid-rant and he dropped with a wet gurgle to the ground.  The rest of his buddies took off once they saw how she’d blown the Deathclaw up.  Georgia stepped out of the power armor and grabbed the fusion core.  She didn’t need one of those stupid raiders getting any ideas.

Georgia limped back to the town hall and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw the settlers unharmed.  They looked up at her with identical expressions of shock and a little fear.  She didn’t know they all thought the Deathclaw had eaten her.

“How did you escape that Deathclaw!?” Preston asked worriedly.

“I shoved a grenade in its mouth.  No matter how armored it is on the outside, it’s still got the same innards as anyone else.”  Georgia huffed.  “It’s safe to go to Sanctuary but I’ll walk with y’all to make sure.”

“Thank you.” Preston nodded and turned to Sturges to begin making plans to leave.  Mama Murphy looked up at Georgia almost as if she was looking into her soul.

“You’re a woman out of time, aren’t you?” Georgia froze at the question, slowly turning to face Mama Murphy.  “You’re searching for him, aren’t you?”

“Do, do you know where he is?” Georgia asked quietly, afraid of the answer.  Could the old woman be pulling her leg?  She spoke true about that Deathclaw coming though.  Georgia was never one to look a gift horse in the mouth…

“I can’t see it clear, but you’ll need to start looking in Diamond City.  You’ll find the trail there,” Mama Murphy said softly.  Georgia felt the tears welling up in her eyes and she thanked Mama Murphy around a choked sob.  “The other one you’re looking for is there too.”

“Thank you.  It gives me somewhere to start,” Georgia replied.  Anger was swiftly replacing grief as she remembered those bastards snatching her baby from her arms.  She took a deep breath and turned when Preston called her over.  She’d get these people to Sanctuary, ask them how to get to Diamond City, and then nothing was going to stop her from finding her baby.

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Peaches 2

Rating: Explicit Summary: Georgia Jacobs wakes up in Vault 111 reeling from the shock of losing her son and almost losing her life. Her spouse's pod is empty, and she has no idea the state of the world. So she leaves and only has one goal in mind. Finding her son. No matter the cost. What she doesn't expect is to like the people she's stumbled across since waking. Family issues, emotional baggage, and a constant state of stress follows her along in the Commonwealth. Ship: Eventually Hancock/Female Sole Survivor Content Warning: Graphic violence, morally grey characters, sexual harrassment mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, toxic relationships, trauma both past and present, abandonment issues, depression, eventual smut, slow burn, ghoul sex, you will question Georgia's morals at one point or another Length: 2.5k

The sight of it all hurt worse than she’d ever imagined.  Devastation.  Destruction.  The world she knew was blitzed away by the bombs and her throat felt tight as she realized this.  Everything she’d taken for granted was gone.  The skeletons of her world scattered across the landscape, a reminder of everything that had been but now was gone.  Charred ruins that laid bare as a testament to humanity’s greed.  Georgia took a fortifying breath only to wind up coughing at the stench in the air.  It smelled wrong.  She was used to smog and air pollution being so close to Boston, but she’d never smelled anything like this.  She could almost smell the desperation from when the bombs fell.  The fear of facing imminent death while others survived.  Georgia shook the thought from her head.  She couldn’t let the guilt weigh her down otherwise she’d be paralyzed in place, and everything in her screamed that would lead to her death.  A flash of green in the distance caught her eye and she turned to look at it.  Her nose burned from the radiation in the air and she heard the sharp beeps of the geiger going off on her Pip-boy.  She didn’t need any device screaming at her about radiation, she could feel the damned radiation.  The damned air practically burned whatever skin was left uncovered.  Georgia slapped her cheeks to focus her mind.  She would be useless unless she focused.

“First.  There must be something left in Sanctuary.”  She turned towards the path leading to the vault’s gated entrance.  She could almost see the ghosts of her neighbors yelling and begging frantically for the guards to let them in.  She shuddered stepping over their skeletons, saying a silent prayer for where their souls wound up.  Georgia wasn’t religious by any means, but her Mama had raised her to say a quick prayer to the dead whenever she passed by a graveyard.  Give their souls peace lest they come back for yours, dear girl.  She scoffed at the lesson now but when she’d been a kid that had stuck with her.  Yet she found the words leaving her lips anyway as she walked past the scattered bones.

The sound of a door slamming echoed in her mind as she passed through the rusted metal gate.  She glanced over her shoulder in alarm, but there was nothing there but the ghosts of the past lingering.  Georgia took a deep breath, coughed again, and turned her back towards it all.  She never wanted to set foot in that vault again and vowed to find a way to destroy the damn thing.  Her neighbors wouldn’t know peace until she did.  Georgia would give them that when she found the bastards that just let them die slowly suffocating in their pods.

The dry leaves crackled beneath her feet as she walked towards the old subdivision she’d once called home.  Aptly named Sanctuary Hills, it had been her own personal paradise.  A respite from the rat race she called a job and the corrupt corporate world.  Now it was more like her own personal hell.  Her steel blue eyes roamed over the crumbling ruins of what were once state of the art homes.  The future at a glance.  Georgia snorted at the memory of that ad for the subdivision that popped into her mind.  Nuclear fallout and time came for everything eventually.  She shook her head and turned left to go back to her home.  Her steps faltered when she saw a flash of rusted chrome.  It couldn’t be.

“Codsworth?” Georgia whispered as she saw her family’s robot companion floating in front of the bones of her old home.  He survived?  Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw him and realized he wasn’t an illusion.  Something from the past survived.  I’m not alone.  Georgia hurried over, skidding to a stop when Codsworth turned in alarm towards her.  “Codsworth.”

“Miss Georgia?  How?  How is this possible?” he asked.  His body twitched and she noted he floated back an inch.  She tried not to let it hurt her, but she couldn’t find the rational side of her.  Who wouldn’t be just a little freaked out if someone who was supposed to be in a vault just showed up out of nowhere?

“Have you seen anyone else come out of the vault?” Georgia asked hurriedly, ignoring his question.  If he was here then maybe he saw who took Shaun.  Maybe he’d seen Nate.

“No mum, I’ve only seen yourself come out of the vault.”  Georgia collapsed onto the ground at his answer.  Her legs just gave away and the helpless tears fell freely.  They splattered against the dry, cracked soil slowly seeping into the ground.  Her shoulders shook from the sobs tearing out of her chest.  “Miss Georgia!” Codsworth hovered around worriedly as she cried and cried.  Was Shaun lost?  Was her baby gone forever?  Georgia slammed her fist into the ground as anger began overlapping the grief.  No.  She looked up with red rimmed, swollen steel blue eyes but her course was set.  She was going to find her son even if she had to tear apart the Commonwealth to do it.  Nothing was going to stop her.

“Codsworth,” she said as she slowly got to her feet.  She brushed off the dried blades of grass clinging to her vault suit.  Struggling to contain the tangle of emotions in her chest that she was sure Codsworth didn’t need to deal with.  “I’m sorry.  That must have startled you.”

“It did give me a fright mum.  Are you alright?” Codsworth asked quietly.  Georgia shook her head.  The story came tumbling out and Codsworth floated there in silence letting her speak without interruption.  Once she finished she told him she was going to find Shaun.  “What about your husband?”

“Nate is grown.  He can fend for himself.  You know as well as I do that our marriage wasn’t…  On the best terms.”  Georgia internally scoffed at her choice of words.  That was the understatement of the millennia.  Her marriage to Nate had turned so toxic towards the end, but they’d both been trapped within the bounds of matrimony.  She hadn’t wanted the stigma of being divorced chasing her career, knowing it would have killed whatever progress she’d made.  Nate’s parents had told him that if he divorced her, he’d forfeit his right to an inheritance.  Two people shackled together in a rusting cage had been all they were until Shaun came along.  Shaun had been the one bright spot in her otherwise dim life, and now he was gone.  Georgia shook her head and looked at Codsworth.

“I understand Miss Georgia.  We shall prioritize finding young Shaun, and then we might search for clues to Mister Nate’s whereabouts.”  Georgia nodded as that sounded like a good compromise.  She had some questions for her former husband.  Her fingers curled into her palms.  Did the man not even bother to check if she was alive before he left the vault?  If he left on his own two feet?  Georgia couldn’t be sure anymore.

“How long have I been in the vault Codsworth?” Georgia asked.

“A little over two hundred and twenty years mum,” he answered.  Her jaw dropped.  She couldn’t have heard him correctly?  Her heart squeezed in pain.  Had it really been that long?

“Two hundred years?” Codsworth bobbed in affirmation.  Georgia grasped the sides of her head struggling to keep it from reeling at the news.  Any world she might have known was long gone by now.  After two centuries.  Georgia clenched her jaw.  She was spiraling.  The only thing that helped her was keeping her hands busy.  She needed shelter and fresh water.

“What will you do mum?” Codsworth asked as she turned her head towards the house.  The ghosts of the past would haunt her if she stayed there.  Instead, she turned around to face the Smith’s house.  It would do, but first she needed tools.

“I’m going to figure out a plan, but will you tell me all you know about this world Codsworth?” Georgia asked as they walked in through the entryway.  The front door had long since rotted off its hinges, leaving the house open to the elements.  She dug around in the cabinet near the kitchen that had somehow remained intact.  All her tools were still there; some were rusted beyond use but the rest were in decent condition considering how long it had been.

“I shall do my best mum!” Codsworth followed her as she dug through the cabinets and former laundry room.  He noted she avoided Shaun’s room completely.  His circuits hurt for his mistress.  The story she told had been heartbreaking, and he’d seen the wound just above her eye.  The one she refused to let him touch, she’d jerked backwards when he’d reached out with one of his arms.  His mistress came close to dying but had clawed her way back from the edge.  He did somewhat pity the Commonwealth and the people who captured the young master.  They had no clue about the storm that was about to be unleashed.

“Dare I ask why you are moving in here mum?” Codsworth asked after seeing Georgia setting up across the street.  He’d spent most of the past two hundred years taking care of that home in the hopes that someone would return.  If not Georgia and Nate then Shaun or his children.

“I can’t stay in that house Codsworth.  Not until I find Shaun.  When I bring him home then maybe I can face the past.”  Georgia glanced over her shoulder before shaking her head.  “Until then I can’t handle living there.”

“Understood Miss Georgia.” Codsworth handed her a wrench.  Georgia studied the damage to the structure of the home.  She hadn’t specialized in electrical or plumbing fields, but she’d learned how to fix that stuff in her Daddy’s distillery and her Nana’s farm.  She went and scavenged through the other houses, taking whatever was salvageable.  Wires, copper, pipes, and any intact sheet rock.  The work kept her mind focused as she formed a plan on what to do to find Shaun.  There wasn’t any room for it to wander into what ifs with the schematics for a water purification device in front of her.

Codsworth watched as she crafted the water purifying machine from the schematics she’d found.  He was genuinely surprised when she’d refurbished the indoor plumbing in the house.  Seeing his mistress crawling under the house with a wrench should have been worrying, but the language that accompanied it merely amused him.  It was familiar.  Seeing Georgia working on the house and cursing when she hit her thumb or something didn’t work reminded him of home.  Of times before the walls fell in due to nuclear fallout.  A time when they’d been happy, or at least happy on the surface.  “Miss Georgia, I wasn’t aware you were proficient in plumbing.  I thought it was just mechanical engineering for the Nuka Cola factory?” Codsworth asked as she sat in front of an old busted up hot water heater.  She studied it with irritation settling over her shoulders.  Something wasn’t connecting right and that pissed her off.

“Technically, I never learned this at the university.  I grew up in the hills of the Appalachian mountains.  My family didn’t have the money to be calling in experts all the time so we were expected to learn how to fix anything and everything,” she explained.  Her fingers were bandaged but she ignored the throbbing pain there.  It was familiar.  She grasped the wrench and twisted until the hose was clamped into place with the valve.  “I gotta fix up that generator now to power this thing on.”

“Will you also place an irrigation system with the crops?” Codsworth asked as he peeked out the back window at the small garden growing.  Georgia nodded and scooted back on the chair to study her handiwork.  She’d weeded it already and cleared out space for the melons and gourds to grow.

“It ain’t exactly pretty but it’ll get the job done,” she said grinning.

“Your accent is coming out more now mum.  I just noticed that,” he pointed out but Georgia huffed.  That accent had been the bane of her existence when she was in college, all those hoity-toity rich kids would poke fun at her for it.  She didn’t have to pretend around her in-laws anymore.  She loved them dearly and they had been wonderful people, but they’d gotten onto her about that accent.  They’d called it a hillbilly accent, but Georgia didn’t know what to tell them.  She was a hillbilly.  She’d grown up in the Appalachian region on a farm and moonshine distillery.  There was nothing wrong with being a hillbilly.  She’d known folks there that would give someone the shirt off their back if they needed it without question.  She’d missed that kind of community when she’d moved to Boston.  Everyone there acted better than everybody else and no one was extending a hand to help with anything without first asking what they stood to gain from it.  She’d never felt more lonely than she did being surrounded by those kinds of people.

“I don’t have the energy to pretend anymore.  Nate hated my accent, so did his parents.  They called me a hillbilly as if it was some insult.”  Georgia grinned as she looked at Codsworth.  “Do you think some townie from Boston would know how to rig up a water heater like this without a fancy degree?  Nah, they’d rather pay someone to do it.  Back home, we didn’t have that kind of luxury.  It was fix it ourselves, find someone in the community who could, or we just dealt without it.”

“Very true mum.  Do you require anymore materials?” Georgia shook her head.  She was done with the water heater, and was looking forward to her next project for the little home they made.  The sheet rock was settling from where she’d repaired the holes in the walls.  The plaster had been rather easy to find, and thankfully still held well.

“Go ahead and power down for the evening.  I’ll be working on the irrigation system until the sun goes down.”  Codsworth told her to not stay up too late before he floated over to the station Georgia set up for him.  She smiled at him before she headed out the door.

Georgia sat and watched the sun sinking below the horizon, glancing down at the grease and grime on her hands.  It had been a long time since she’d seen that but it felt right.  She was back in her element at least, even if she was a woman out of time.  Once she had the basics set up at Sanctuary she could start to form her plan going forward.  Finding her son still took priority, but if she ran across that bald headed sonofabitch he was going to wish he’d killed her.

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Peaches 2

Rating: Explicit Summary: Georgia Jacobs wakes up in Vault 111 reeling from the shock of losing her son and almost losing her life. Her spouse's pod is empty, and she has no idea the state of the world. So she leaves and only has one goal in mind. Finding her son. No matter the cost. What she doesn't expect is to like the people she's stumbled across since waking. Family issues, emotional baggage, and a constant state of stress follows her along in the Commonwealth. Ship: Eventually Hancock/Female Sole Survivor Content Warning: Graphic violence, morally grey characters, sexual harrassment mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, toxic relationships, trauma both past and present, abandonment issues, depression, eventual smut, slow burn, ghoul sex, you will question Georgia's morals at one point or another Length: 2.5k

The sight of it all hurt worse than she’d ever imagined.  Devastation.  Destruction.  The world she knew was blitzed away by the bombs and her throat felt tight as she realized this.  Everything she’d taken for granted was gone.  The skeletons of her world scattered across the landscape, a reminder of everything that had been but now was gone.  Charred ruins that laid bare as a testament to humanity’s greed.  Georgia took a fortifying breath only to wind up coughing at the stench in the air.  It smelled wrong.  She was used to smog and air pollution being so close to Boston, but she’d never smelled anything like this.  She could almost smell the desperation from when the bombs fell.  The fear of facing imminent death while others survived.  Georgia shook the thought from her head.  She couldn’t let the guilt weigh her down otherwise she’d be paralyzed in place, and everything in her screamed that would lead to her death.  A flash of green in the distance caught her eye and she turned to look at it.  Her nose burned from the radiation in the air and she heard the sharp beeps of the geiger going off on her Pip-boy.  She didn’t need any device screaming at her about radiation, she could feel the damned radiation.  The damned air practically burned whatever skin was left uncovered.  Georgia slapped her cheeks to focus her mind.  She would be useless unless she focused.

“First.  There must be something left in Sanctuary.”  She turned towards the path leading to the vault’s gated entrance.  She could almost see the ghosts of her neighbors yelling and begging frantically for the guards to let them in.  She shuddered stepping over their skeletons, saying a silent prayer for where their souls wound up.  Georgia wasn’t religious by any means, but her Mama had raised her to say a quick prayer to the dead whenever she passed by a graveyard.  Give their souls peace lest they come back for yours, dear girl.  She scoffed at the lesson now but when she’d been a kid that had stuck with her.  Yet she found the words leaving her lips anyway as she walked past the scattered bones.

The sound of a door slamming echoed in her mind as she passed through the rusted metal gate.  She glanced over her shoulder in alarm, but there was nothing there but the ghosts of the past lingering.  Georgia took a deep breath, coughed again, and turned her back towards it all.  She never wanted to set foot in that vault again and vowed to find a way to destroy the damn thing.  Her neighbors wouldn’t know peace until she did.  Georgia would give them that when she found the bastards that just let them die slowly suffocating in their pods.

The dry leaves crackled beneath her feet as she walked towards the old subdivision she’d once called home.  Aptly named Sanctuary Hills, it had been her own personal paradise.  A respite from the rat race she called a job and the corrupt corporate world.  Now it was more like her own personal hell.  Her steel blue eyes roamed over the crumbling ruins of what were once state of the art homes.  The future at a glance.  Georgia snorted at the memory of that ad for the subdivision that popped into her mind.  Nuclear fallout and time came for everything eventually.  She shook her head and turned left to go back to her home.  Her steps faltered when she saw a flash of rusted chrome.  It couldn’t be.

“Codsworth?” Georgia whispered as she saw her family’s robot companion floating in front of the bones of her old home.  He survived?  Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw him and realized he wasn’t an illusion.  Something from the past survived.  I’m not alone.  Georgia hurried over, skidding to a stop when Codsworth turned in alarm towards her.  “Codsworth.”

“Miss Georgia?  How?  How is this possible?” he asked.  His body twitched and she noted he floated back an inch.  She tried not to let it hurt her, but she couldn’t find the rational side of her.  Who wouldn’t be just a little freaked out if someone who was supposed to be in a vault just showed up out of nowhere?

“Have you seen anyone else come out of the vault?” Georgia asked hurriedly, ignoring his question.  If he was here then maybe he saw who took Shaun.  Maybe he’d seen Nate.

“No mum, I’ve only seen yourself come out of the vault.”  Georgia collapsed onto the ground at his answer.  Her legs just gave away and the helpless tears fell freely.  They splattered against the dry, cracked soil slowly seeping into the ground.  Her shoulders shook from the sobs tearing out of her chest.  “Miss Georgia!” Codsworth hovered around worriedly as she cried and cried.  Was Shaun lost?  Was her baby gone forever?  Georgia slammed her fist into the ground as anger began overlapping the grief.  No.  She looked up with red rimmed, swollen steel blue eyes but her course was set.  She was going to find her son even if she had to tear apart the Commonwealth to do it.  Nothing was going to stop her.

“Codsworth,” she said as she slowly got to her feet.  She brushed off the dried blades of grass clinging to her vault suit.  Struggling to contain the tangle of emotions in her chest that she was sure Codsworth didn’t need to deal with.  “I’m sorry.  That must have startled you.”

“It did give me a fright mum.  Are you alright?” Codsworth asked quietly.  Georgia shook her head.  The story came tumbling out and Codsworth floated there in silence letting her speak without interruption.  Once she finished she told him she was going to find Shaun.  “What about your husband?”

“Nate is grown.  He can fend for himself.  You know as well as I do that our marriage wasn’t…  On the best terms.”  Georgia internally scoffed at her choice of words.  That was the understatement of the millennia.  Her marriage to Nate had turned so toxic towards the end, but they’d both been trapped within the bounds of matrimony.  She hadn’t wanted the stigma of being divorced chasing her career, knowing it would have killed whatever progress she’d made.  Nate’s parents had told him that if he divorced her, he’d forfeit his right to an inheritance.  Two people shackled together in a rusting cage had been all they were until Shaun came along.  Shaun had been the one bright spot in her otherwise dim life, and now he was gone.  Georgia shook her head and looked at Codsworth.

“I understand Miss Georgia.  We shall prioritize finding young Shaun, and then we might search for clues to Mister Nate’s whereabouts.”  Georgia nodded as that sounded like a good compromise.  She had some questions for her former husband.  Her fingers curled into her palms.  Did the man not even bother to check if she was alive before he left the vault?  If he left on his own two feet?  Georgia couldn’t be sure anymore.

“How long have I been in the vault Codsworth?” Georgia asked.

“A little over two hundred and twenty years mum,” he answered.  Her jaw dropped.  She couldn’t have heard him correctly?  Her heart squeezed in pain.  Had it really been that long?

“Two hundred years?” Codsworth bobbed in affirmation.  Georgia grasped the sides of her head struggling to keep it from reeling at the news.  Any world she might have known was long gone by now.  After two centuries.  Georgia clenched her jaw.  She was spiraling.  The only thing that helped her was keeping her hands busy.  She needed shelter and fresh water.

“What will you do mum?” Codsworth asked as she turned her head towards the house.  The ghosts of the past would haunt her if she stayed there.  Instead, she turned around to face the Smith’s house.  It would do, but first she needed tools.

“I’m going to figure out a plan, but will you tell me all you know about this world Codsworth?” Georgia asked as they walked in through the entryway.  The front door had long since rotted off its hinges, leaving the house open to the elements.  She dug around in the cabinet near the kitchen that had somehow remained intact.  All her tools were still there; some were rusted beyond use but the rest were in decent condition considering how long it had been.

“I shall do my best mum!” Codsworth followed her as she dug through the cabinets and former laundry room.  He noted she avoided Shaun’s room completely.  His circuits hurt for his mistress.  The story she told had been heartbreaking, and he’d seen the wound just above her eye.  The one she refused to let him touch, she’d jerked backwards when he’d reached out with one of his arms.  His mistress came close to dying but had clawed her way back from the edge.  He did somewhat pity the Commonwealth and the people who captured the young master.  They had no clue about the storm that was about to be unleashed.

“Dare I ask why you are moving in here mum?” Codsworth asked after seeing Georgia setting up across the street.  He’d spent most of the past two hundred years taking care of that home in the hopes that someone would return.  If not Georgia and Nate then Shaun or his children.

“I can’t stay in that house Codsworth.  Not until I find Shaun.  When I bring him home then maybe I can face the past.”  Georgia glanced over her shoulder before shaking her head.  “Until then I can’t handle living there.”

“Understood Miss Georgia.” Codsworth handed her a wrench.  Georgia studied the damage to the structure of the home.  She hadn’t specialized in electrical or plumbing fields, but she’d learned how to fix that stuff in her Daddy’s distillery and her Nana’s farm.  She went and scavenged through the other houses, taking whatever was salvageable.  Wires, copper, pipes, and any intact sheet rock.  The work kept her mind focused as she formed a plan on what to do to find Shaun.  There wasn’t any room for it to wander into what ifs with the schematics for a water purification device in front of her.

Codsworth watched as she crafted the water purifying machine from the schematics she’d found.  He was genuinely surprised when she’d refurbished the indoor plumbing in the house.  Seeing his mistress crawling under the house with a wrench should have been worrying, but the language that accompanied it merely amused him.  It was familiar.  Seeing Georgia working on the house and cursing when she hit her thumb or something didn’t work reminded him of home.  Of times before the walls fell in due to nuclear fallout.  A time when they’d been happy, or at least happy on the surface.  “Miss Georgia, I wasn’t aware you were proficient in plumbing.  I thought it was just mechanical engineering for the Nuka Cola factory?” Codsworth asked as she sat in front of an old busted up hot water heater.  She studied it with irritation settling over her shoulders.  Something wasn’t connecting right and that pissed her off.

“Technically, I never learned this at the university.  I grew up in the hills of the Appalachian mountains.  My family didn’t have the money to be calling in experts all the time so we were expected to learn how to fix anything and everything,” she explained.  Her fingers were bandaged but she ignored the throbbing pain there.  It was familiar.  She grasped the wrench and twisted until the hose was clamped into place with the valve.  “I gotta fix up that generator now to power this thing on.”

“Will you also place an irrigation system with the crops?” Codsworth asked as he peeked out the back window at the small garden growing.  Georgia nodded and scooted back on the chair to study her handiwork.  She’d weeded it already and cleared out space for the melons and gourds to grow.

“It ain’t exactly pretty but it’ll get the job done,” she said grinning.

“Your accent is coming out more now mum.  I just noticed that,” he pointed out but Georgia huffed.  That accent had been the bane of her existence when she was in college, all those hoity-toity rich kids would poke fun at her for it.  She didn’t have to pretend around her in-laws anymore.  She loved them dearly and they had been wonderful people, but they’d gotten onto her about that accent.  They’d called it a hillbilly accent, but Georgia didn’t know what to tell them.  She was a hillbilly.  She’d grown up in the Appalachian region on a farm and moonshine distillery.  There was nothing wrong with being a hillbilly.  She’d known folks there that would give someone the shirt off their back if they needed it without question.  She’d missed that kind of community when she’d moved to Boston.  Everyone there acted better than everybody else and no one was extending a hand to help with anything without first asking what they stood to gain from it.  She’d never felt more lonely than she did being surrounded by those kinds of people.

“I don’t have the energy to pretend anymore.  Nate hated my accent, so did his parents.  They called me a hillbilly as if it was some insult.”  Georgia grinned as she looked at Codsworth.  “Do you think some townie from Boston would know how to rig up a water heater like this without a fancy degree?  Nah, they’d rather pay someone to do it.  Back home, we didn’t have that kind of luxury.  It was fix it ourselves, find someone in the community who could, or we just dealt without it.”

“Very true mum.  Do you require anymore materials?” Georgia shook her head.  She was done with the water heater, and was looking forward to her next project for the little home they made.  The sheet rock was settling from where she’d repaired the holes in the walls.  The plaster had been rather easy to find, and thankfully still held well.

“Go ahead and power down for the evening.  I’ll be working on the irrigation system until the sun goes down.”  Codsworth told her to not stay up too late before he floated over to the station Georgia set up for him.  She smiled at him before she headed out the door.

Georgia sat and watched the sun sinking below the horizon, glancing down at the grease and grime on her hands.  It had been a long time since she’d seen that but it felt right.  She was back in her element at least, even if she was a woman out of time.  Once she had the basics set up at Sanctuary she could start to form her plan going forward.  Finding her son still took priority, but if she ran across that bald headed sonofabitch he was going to wish he’d killed her.

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Peaches 2

Rating: Explicit Summary: Georgia Jacobs wakes up in Vault 111 reeling from the shock of losing her son and almost losing her life. Her spouse's pod is empty, and she has no idea the state of the world. So she leaves and only has one goal in mind. Finding her son. No matter the cost. What she doesn't expect is to like the people she's stumbled across since waking. Family issues, emotional baggage, and a constant state of stress follows her along in the Commonwealth. Ship: Eventually Hancock/Female Sole Survivor Content Warning: Graphic violence, morally grey characters, sexual harrassment mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, toxic relationships, trauma both past and present, abandonment issues, depression, eventual smut, slow burn, ghoul sex, you will question Georgia's morals at one point or another Length: 2.5k

The sight of it all hurt worse than she’d ever imagined.  Devastation.  Destruction.  The world she knew was blitzed away by the bombs and her throat felt tight as she realized this.  Everything she’d taken for granted was gone.  The skeletons of her world scattered across the landscape, a reminder of everything that had been but now was gone.  Charred ruins that laid bare as a testament to humanity’s greed.  Georgia took a fortifying breath only to wind up coughing at the stench in the air.  It smelled wrong.  She was used to smog and air pollution being so close to Boston, but she’d never smelled anything like this.  She could almost smell the desperation from when the bombs fell.  The fear of facing imminent death while others survived.  Georgia shook the thought from her head.  She couldn’t let the guilt weigh her down otherwise she’d be paralyzed in place, and everything in her screamed that would lead to her death.  A flash of green in the distance caught her eye and she turned to look at it.  Her nose burned from the radiation in the air and she heard the sharp beeps of the geiger going off on her Pip-boy.  She didn’t need any device screaming at her about radiation, she could feel the damned radiation.  The damned air practically burned whatever skin was left uncovered.  Georgia slapped her cheeks to focus her mind.  She would be useless unless she focused.

“First.  There must be something left in Sanctuary.”  She turned towards the path leading to the vault’s gated entrance.  She could almost see the ghosts of her neighbors yelling and begging frantically for the guards to let them in.  She shuddered stepping over their skeletons, saying a silent prayer for where their souls wound up.  Georgia wasn’t religious by any means, but her Mama had raised her to say a quick prayer to the dead whenever she passed by a graveyard.  Give their souls peace lest they come back for yours, dear girl.  She scoffed at the lesson now but when she’d been a kid that had stuck with her.  Yet she found the words leaving her lips anyway as she walked past the scattered bones.

The sound of a door slamming echoed in her mind as she passed through the rusted metal gate.  She glanced over her shoulder in alarm, but there was nothing there but the ghosts of the past lingering.  Georgia took a deep breath, coughed again, and turned her back towards it all.  She never wanted to set foot in that vault again and vowed to find a way to destroy the damn thing.  Her neighbors wouldn’t know peace until she did.  Georgia would give them that when she found the bastards that just let them die slowly suffocating in their pods.

The dry leaves crackled beneath her feet as she walked towards the old subdivision she’d once called home.  Aptly named Sanctuary Hills, it had been her own personal paradise.  A respite from the rat race she called a job and the corrupt corporate world.  Now it was more like her own personal hell.  Her steel blue eyes roamed over the crumbling ruins of what were once state of the art homes.  The future at a glance.  Georgia snorted at the memory of that ad for the subdivision that popped into her mind.  Nuclear fallout and time came for everything eventually.  She shook her head and turned left to go back to her home.  Her steps faltered when she saw a flash of rusted chrome.  It couldn’t be.

“Codsworth?” Georgia whispered as she saw her family’s robot companion floating in front of the bones of her old home.  He survived?  Tears welled up in her eyes as she saw him and realized he wasn’t an illusion.  Something from the past survived.  I’m not alone.  Georgia hurried over, skidding to a stop when Codsworth turned in alarm towards her.  “Codsworth.”

“Miss Georgia?  How?  How is this possible?” he asked.  His body twitched and she noted he floated back an inch.  She tried not to let it hurt her, but she couldn’t find the rational side of her.  Who wouldn’t be just a little freaked out if someone who was supposed to be in a vault just showed up out of nowhere?

“Have you seen anyone else come out of the vault?” Georgia asked hurriedly, ignoring his question.  If he was here then maybe he saw who took Shaun.  Maybe he’d seen Nate.

“No mum, I’ve only seen yourself come out of the vault.”  Georgia collapsed onto the ground at his answer.  Her legs just gave away and the helpless tears fell freely.  They splattered against the dry, cracked soil slowly seeping into the ground.  Her shoulders shook from the sobs tearing out of her chest.  “Miss Georgia!” Codsworth hovered around worriedly as she cried and cried.  Was Shaun lost?  Was her baby gone forever?  Georgia slammed her fist into the ground as anger began overlapping the grief.  No.  She looked up with red rimmed, swollen steel blue eyes but her course was set.  She was going to find her son even if she had to tear apart the Commonwealth to do it.  Nothing was going to stop her.

“Codsworth,” she said as she slowly got to her feet.  She brushed off the dried blades of grass clinging to her vault suit.  Struggling to contain the tangle of emotions in her chest that she was sure Codsworth didn’t need to deal with.  “I’m sorry.  That must have startled you.”

“It did give me a fright mum.  Are you alright?” Codsworth asked quietly.  Georgia shook her head.  The story came tumbling out and Codsworth floated there in silence letting her speak without interruption.  Once she finished she told him she was going to find Shaun.  “What about your husband?”

“Nate is grown.  He can fend for himself.  You know as well as I do that our marriage wasn’t…  On the best terms.”  Georgia internally scoffed at her choice of words.  That was the understatement of the millennia.  Her marriage to Nate had turned so toxic towards the end, but they’d both been trapped within the bounds of matrimony.  She hadn’t wanted the stigma of being divorced chasing her career, knowing it would have killed whatever progress she’d made.  Nate’s parents had told him that if he divorced her, he’d forfeit his right to an inheritance.  Two people shackled together in a rusting cage had been all they were until Shaun came along.  Shaun had been the one bright spot in her otherwise dim life, and now he was gone.  Georgia shook her head and looked at Codsworth.

“I understand Miss Georgia.  We shall prioritize finding young Shaun, and then we might search for clues to Mister Nate’s whereabouts.”  Georgia nodded as that sounded like a good compromise.  She had some questions for her former husband.  Her fingers curled into her palms.  Did the man not even bother to check if she was alive before he left the vault?  If he left on his own two feet?  Georgia couldn’t be sure anymore.

“How long have I been in the vault Codsworth?” Georgia asked.

“A little over two hundred and twenty years mum,” he answered.  Her jaw dropped.  She couldn’t have heard him correctly?  Her heart squeezed in pain.  Had it really been that long?

“Two hundred years?” Codsworth bobbed in affirmation.  Georgia grasped the sides of her head struggling to keep it from reeling at the news.  Any world she might have known was long gone by now.  After two centuries.  Georgia clenched her jaw.  She was spiraling.  The only thing that helped her was keeping her hands busy.  She needed shelter and fresh water.

“What will you do mum?” Codsworth asked as she turned her head towards the house.  The ghosts of the past would haunt her if she stayed there.  Instead, she turned around to face the Smith’s house.  It would do, but first she needed tools.

“I’m going to figure out a plan, but will you tell me all you know about this world Codsworth?” Georgia asked as they walked in through the entryway.  The front door had long since rotted off its hinges, leaving the house open to the elements.  She dug around in the cabinet near the kitchen that had somehow remained intact.  All her tools were still there; some were rusted beyond use but the rest were in decent condition considering how long it had been.

“I shall do my best mum!” Codsworth followed her as she dug through the cabinets and former laundry room.  He noted she avoided Shaun’s room completely.  His circuits hurt for his mistress.  The story she told had been heartbreaking, and he’d seen the wound just above her eye.  The one she refused to let him touch, she’d jerked backwards when he’d reached out with one of his arms.  His mistress came close to dying but had clawed her way back from the edge.  He did somewhat pity the Commonwealth and the people who captured the young master.  They had no clue about the storm that was about to be unleashed.

“Dare I ask why you are moving in here mum?” Codsworth asked after seeing Georgia setting up across the street.  He’d spent most of the past two hundred years taking care of that home in the hopes that someone would return.  If not Georgia and Nate then Shaun or his children.

“I can’t stay in that house Codsworth.  Not until I find Shaun.  When I bring him home then maybe I can face the past.”  Georgia glanced over her shoulder before shaking her head.  “Until then I can’t handle living there.”

“Understood Miss Georgia.” Codsworth handed her a wrench.  Georgia studied the damage to the structure of the home.  She hadn’t specialized in electrical or plumbing fields, but she’d learned how to fix that stuff in her Daddy’s distillery and her Nana’s farm.  She went and scavenged through the other houses, taking whatever was salvageable.  Wires, copper, pipes, and any intact sheet rock.  The work kept her mind focused as she formed a plan on what to do to find Shaun.  There wasn’t any room for it to wander into what ifs with the schematics for a water purification device in front of her.

Codsworth watched as she crafted the water purifying machine from the schematics she’d found.  He was genuinely surprised when she’d refurbished the indoor plumbing in the house.  Seeing his mistress crawling under the house with a wrench should have been worrying, but the language that accompanied it merely amused him.  It was familiar.  Seeing Georgia working on the house and cursing when she hit her thumb or something didn’t work reminded him of home.  Of times before the walls fell in due to nuclear fallout.  A time when they’d been happy, or at least happy on the surface.  “Miss Georgia, I wasn’t aware you were proficient in plumbing.  I thought it was just mechanical engineering for the Nuka Cola factory?” Codsworth asked as she sat in front of an old busted up hot water heater.  She studied it with irritation settling over her shoulders.  Something wasn’t connecting right and that pissed her off.

“Technically, I never learned this at the university.  I grew up in the hills of the Appalachian mountains.  My family didn’t have the money to be calling in experts all the time so we were expected to learn how to fix anything and everything,” she explained.  Her fingers were bandaged but she ignored the throbbing pain there.  It was familiar.  She grasped the wrench and twisted until the hose was clamped into place with the valve.  “I gotta fix up that generator now to power this thing on.”

“Will you also place an irrigation system with the crops?” Codsworth asked as he peeked out the back window at the small garden growing.  Georgia nodded and scooted back on the chair to study her handiwork.  She’d weeded it already and cleared out space for the melons and gourds to grow.

“It ain’t exactly pretty but it’ll get the job done,” she said grinning.

“Your accent is coming out more now mum.  I just noticed that,” he pointed out but Georgia huffed.  That accent had been the bane of her existence when she was in college, all those hoity-toity rich kids would poke fun at her for it.  She didn’t have to pretend around her in-laws anymore.  She loved them dearly and they had been wonderful people, but they’d gotten onto her about that accent.  They’d called it a hillbilly accent, but Georgia didn’t know what to tell them.  She was a hillbilly.  She’d grown up in the Appalachian region on a farm and moonshine distillery.  There was nothing wrong with being a hillbilly.  She’d known folks there that would give someone the shirt off their back if they needed it without question.  She’d missed that kind of community when she’d moved to Boston.  Everyone there acted better than everybody else and no one was extending a hand to help with anything without first asking what they stood to gain from it.  She’d never felt more lonely than she did being surrounded by those kinds of people.

“I don’t have the energy to pretend anymore.  Nate hated my accent, so did his parents.  They called me a hillbilly as if it was some insult.”  Georgia grinned as she looked at Codsworth.  “Do you think some townie from Boston would know how to rig up a water heater like this without a fancy degree?  Nah, they’d rather pay someone to do it.  Back home, we didn’t have that kind of luxury.  It was fix it ourselves, find someone in the community who could, or we just dealt without it.”

“Very true mum.  Do you require anymore materials?” Georgia shook her head.  She was done with the water heater, and was looking forward to her next project for the little home they made.  The sheet rock was settling from where she’d repaired the holes in the walls.  The plaster had been rather easy to find, and thankfully still held well.

“Go ahead and power down for the evening.  I’ll be working on the irrigation system until the sun goes down.”  Codsworth told her to not stay up too late before he floated over to the station Georgia set up for him.  She smiled at him before she headed out the door.

Georgia sat and watched the sun sinking below the horizon, glancing down at the grease and grime on her hands.  It had been a long time since she’d seen that but it felt right.  She was back in her element at least, even if she was a woman out of time.  Once she had the basics set up at Sanctuary she could start to form her plan going forward.  Finding her son still took priority, but if she ran across that bald headed sonofabitch he was going to wish he’d killed her.

[seigephoenix]

I made my nightmare blush. 🤣🤣

[seigephoenix]

ONE MORE DAY!!! Then I will become obnoxious about dating my microwave. Or my d20! Maybe my vacuum or my desk! We'll decide in the loading screen. 🤣🤣🤣

[seigephoenix]

Peaches 1

Rating: Explicit Summary: Georgia Jacobs wakes up in Vault 111 reeling from the shock of losing her son and almost losing her life. Her spouse's pod is empty, and she has no idea the state of the world. So she leaves and only has one goal in mind. Finding her son. No matter the cost. What she doesn't expect is to like the people she's stumbled across since waking. Family issues, emotional baggage, and a constant state of stress follows her along in the Commonwealth. Ship: Eventually Hancock/Female Sole Survivor Content Warning: Graphic violence, morally grey characters, sexual harrassment mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, toxic relationships, trauma both past and present, abandonment issues, depression, eventual smut, slow burn, ghoul sex, you will question Georgia's morals at one point or another Length: 1.8k

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The hiss of hydraulics springing to life startled her heart into racing with a sharp gasp falling from her lips.  Blood slowly trickled through her body, melting the ice from her skin and vital organs.  Her lungs burned as they drew in air once the ice thawed from around them.  Each breath felt like swallowing molten glass, and she coughed after each labored inhale.  Her arms felt too light, her skin felt wrong.  Like a thousand needles stabbing at once, it made her want to crawl out of it.  A wound above her eye pulsed in pain, an acute, sharp pain that throbbed in time with her erratic heartbeat.  Something was wrong.  Her arms felt too light, but that wasn’t right.  Shaun had been in her arms…  She forced her eyes open, expecting to see her little bundle of sunshine, as she called him, lying in her arms.

Only they were empty.

Panic seized her heart at the empty sight of her arms.  Where was Shaun?  Her lungs spasmed in a fit of coughing when the door to her pod swung up.  Georgia clumsily stumbled out, crashing onto the floor.  The rough concrete scraped against her skin through the vault suit as she landed heavily.  The teeth rattled in her head from the impact.  Her legs couldn’t hold her weight up.  No better than jelly but she wasn’t going to let that distract her.  Shaun.  Where was her baby?  Her mind felt foggy and disjointed.  What happened?  She glanced towards Nate’s pod across from hers.  Could Nate have woken and taken Shaun into his pod?  She dragged herself across the floor, blind to the stinging pain as the concrete and debris dug and tore into her skin through the vault suit.  Georgia reached up for the control panel, clinging to the cold metal and pulling herself up.  She clenched her jaw against the painful tingling in her legs, as if a thousand fire ants crawled over her skin.  Her breathing was still labored as she slammed her fist onto the giant red release button.  The gust of wind blew across her face as it slowly opened.  The stale air felt cloying and thick, like the smell of milk on the cusp of spoiling.  Nausea churned in her stomach and she paused to bite back the urge to retch.  There’d be time for that later.  Focus.

A quiet hiss of hydraulics filled the silence of the room.  A silence that felt oppressive, restrictive and unnerved Georgia.  She looked over her shoulder as if expecting to see a person standing there.  She was being watched.  Her attention shifted away from the eerie feeling and back to the pod.  She hoped to see the familiar face of her husband looking back at her, but her stomach dropped at what she saw.

Empty.

“Nate?” Georgia whispered with her voice cracking on his name.  Where was her husband?  Where was her son?  Georgia turned her head to look at the pod over her shoulder.  She shuffled over carefully, whimpering quietly at each painful step.  She wanted to crawl out of her skin, to tear it away from her body.  Would she ever walk without pain?  Georgia clenched her jaw tightly against the steady throbbing ache in her legs and focused on the pod’s control panel.

Her fingers brushed over her smooth metal of the control panel.  A thick layer of dust remained undisturbed.  How could that be?  “The button is the release.  It needs to be pushed down.  Unless,” she whispered before looking around at the room.  Was there a remote release somewhere?  A central hub maybe.  How was she released with no one in the vault?  Georgia clasped the side of her head as a sudden flash of pain sparked across her vision, sending dots spinning in front of her.  She collapsed to her knees, her jaw clenched against the burning sting pulsing at her temple.

“No.  I’m not giving you Shaun!”

The sound of her own voice rang between her ears and she shook her head violently to keep the memory away.  She didn’t want to remember!  Tears streaked down her cheeks as the memory forced itself back into her mind.  The memory of that revolver muzzle pointed at her head, the woman in the hazmat suit yanking her crying son from her arms despite her struggles.  She remembered the bitter taste of fear but not fear of losing her own life.  Fear they were going to kill her son.  Separated from Shaun.  She choked down the sob as she remembered the muzzle flash, the shocking and searing pain as the bullet grazed her forehead, and then the pod closing.  Georgia could still remember the sound of Shaun’s cries trailing off as her body was frozen once again.  Then nothing.  Georgia clasped a hand over her mouth as the bile rose in the back of her throat.  Tears streaked down her cheeks at the helpless rage clawing at the back of her throat.

“Why!?  Why did I have to remember!?” Her anguished cries bounced off the walls, broken and sobbing.  Georgia leaned against the closed pod letting her grief and rage free.  The walls stood unmoved against the sound of a mother’s loss.  Her chest and throat burned from the suppressed fury.  Her fist slammed into the concrete beside her but she barely registered the small burst of pain radiating from it.  Why!?  She hated feeling helpless.  Always had.  She preferred to have a plan mapped out along with a backup to that plan.  But now she was floundering.  Her baby was gone and she didn’t know what the hell happened to her husband.  Did they take Nate too after they froze her again?  Why did they take Shaun?  She pushed the heel of her palm into her eye to ease the sting of tears.  Her baby.  My baby.  The tears flowed freely again at the thought of her baby being at the mercy of those bastards that kidnapped him.

She pulled her knees to her chest as the last hiccupping sobs slowed to harsh breathing, raw and burning with each one.  Georgia knew staying in the vault was a death sentence.  She’d starve to death and she briefly entertained the thought about just ending it all.  After all, how would she be able to find her son and husband?  Nate could look after himself but her baby?  Fresh tears slowly slid down her cheeks at the thought of her baby helpless against whatever world was above.  She pressed her forehead against her knees, frantically trying to drown out her own tortured thoughts.  How could you let him go?  You were supposed to protect him.

She choked on a sob, coughing around the words that wanted to pour out.  Her fingers dug into her legs against the circling thoughts.  Words that waited to sink in with razor sharp teeth to tear at the jagged wound in her heart.  Georgia took a deep fortifying breath pushing down the self-doubt.  Instead of wallowing, she slowly got to her feet once her legs stabilized.  She’d been cryogenically frozen twice now.  She had no way of knowing how that affected her body, but she’d have no choice but to figure that out as she went.  Her hand braced against the front of the pod steadying herself and she glanced over.  Horror flooded her as she recognized the face of her neighbor.  The control panel indicated the subject inside was dead.  She glanced towards the one next to Nate and her lips parted in shock.  Deceased.

“Did they kill everyone but my family?  Why?” Georgia whispered as she walked slowly down the walkway.  The pods on either side of her held people she’d known, talked with, and some she was friends with.  These people didn’t deserve their fate.  Georgia slammed her fist against the cold metal of the last pod, swearing to find out what the hell happened to her son and the people in these pods, and who was responsible.

“I’ll make them regret the day they left me alive,” she hissed to the empty air.  She wasn’t a soldier, but neither was she helpless.  Her Mama hadn’t raised some wilting orchid in a hot house.  Georgia was built to survive.  “I have to get out of this vault first.”  Georgia slowly straightened running a hand over her golden braid.  She grunted and pulled her braid loose before pulling her hair up into a loose bun at the back of her skull.  She hadn’t worn it like this since before her marriage.  Nate always said he didn’t like her hair up; he’d always preferred it down.  Georgia’s lips pinched tight at the memory.  She shook it off and stepped out of the pod room when the door hissed open quietly.

Georgia’s breathing was ragged after she encountered that first giant cockroach.  “What the hell happened to this place?  How long was I frozen?” Georgia whispered to herself as she made her way to the Overseer’s office to get the hell out of the vault.  She needed the evacuation tunnel.  Her fingers paused over the keyboard as she noticed the file names.  She didn’t have time to look into what happened to the staff, but curiosity pulled her to open the files.  What she saw horrified her.  She shoved back from the terminal and hurried out of the office towards the tunnel.  She forced the memory of what she saw to the back of her mind, not sure she would be able to properly process everything there.  The entryway didn’t look all that different to what it had when she’d first arrived with Shaun and Nate.  She knew that to open the door she would need a Pip-boy.

She was familiar with the Pip-boy equipment.  Her old employer used them as well after acquiring the license from Vault-Tec.  “At a huge cost if I remember right,” she murmured seeking something familiar in the chaos swirling around her.  The pistol rested against her hip with a comforting weight.  Georgia plugged in the Pip-boy and waited.  She covered her ears, stumbling back a few steps when the doors began to open.  The metallic screech made her ears bleed and she was lucky her eardrums were still intact.  Her breathing was harsh and choppy when the walkway extended in a loud grating metallic sound.  It set her teeth on edge.  A sound like that shouldn’t exist.

“The elevator,” she whispered as she spotted the cog shaped device.  Georgia flinched as she remembered going down on it.  The flash and shockwave approaching them.  She’d been certain they wouldn’t make it in time, but the elevator managed to get down before the heat and radiation hit them.  Georgia remembered the stench of everyone’s fears, acrid and thick, as they huddled around the elevator.  Now they were all dead except for her family.  She clenched her jaw against the thoughts and forced her feet forward.  She wasn’t sure what awaited her at the top, but she knew it wasn’t going to be the world she left.

“I’ll find you Shaun.  I’ll find you and then I’m going to rip the bastard’s head off that kidnapped you and shot me,” she whispered to the void as the elevator began its slow ascension.

[seigephoenix]

Peaches 1

Rating: Explicit Summary: Georgia Jacobs wakes up in Vault 111 reeling from the shock of losing her son and almost losing her life. Her spouse's pod is empty, and she has no idea the state of the world. So she leaves and only has one goal in mind. Finding her son. No matter the cost. What she doesn't expect is to like the people she's stumbled across since waking. Family issues, emotional baggage, and a constant state of stress follows her along in the Commonwealth. Ship: Eventually Hancock/Female Sole Survivor Content Warning: Graphic violence, morally grey characters, sexual harrassment mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, toxic relationships, trauma both past and present, abandonment issues, depression, eventual smut, slow burn, ghoul sex, you will question Georgia's morals at one point or another Length: 1.8k

Can also be found on AO3: Peaches

The hiss of hydraulics springing to life startled her heart into racing with a sharp gasp falling from her lips.  Blood slowly trickled through her body, melting the ice from her skin and vital organs.  Her lungs burned as they drew in air once the ice thawed from around them.  Each breath felt like swallowing molten glass, and she coughed after each labored inhale.  Her arms felt too light, her skin felt wrong.  Like a thousand needles stabbing at once, it made her want to crawl out of it.  A wound above her eye pulsed in pain, an acute, sharp pain that throbbed in time with her erratic heartbeat.  Something was wrong.  Her arms felt too light, but that wasn’t right.  Shaun had been in her arms…  She forced her eyes open, expecting to see her little bundle of sunshine, as she called him, lying in her arms.

Only they were empty.

Panic seized her heart at the empty sight of her arms.  Where was Shaun?  Her lungs spasmed in a fit of coughing when the door to her pod swung up.  Georgia clumsily stumbled out, crashing onto the floor.  The rough concrete scraped against her skin through the vault suit as she landed heavily.  The teeth rattled in her head from the impact.  Her legs couldn’t hold her weight up.  No better than jelly but she wasn’t going to let that distract her.  Shaun.  Where was her baby?  Her mind felt foggy and disjointed.  What happened?  She glanced towards Nate’s pod across from hers.  Could Nate have woken and taken Shaun into his pod?  She dragged herself across the floor, blind to the stinging pain as the concrete and debris dug and tore into her skin through the vault suit.  Georgia reached up for the control panel, clinging to the cold metal and pulling herself up.  She clenched her jaw against the painful tingling in her legs, as if a thousand fire ants crawled over her skin.  Her breathing was still labored as she slammed her fist onto the giant red release button.  The gust of wind blew across her face as it slowly opened.  The stale air felt cloying and thick, like the smell of milk on the cusp of spoiling.  Nausea churned in her stomach and she paused to bite back the urge to retch.  There’d be time for that later.  Focus.

A quiet hiss of hydraulics filled the silence of the room.  A silence that felt oppressive, restrictive and unnerved Georgia.  She looked over her shoulder as if expecting to see a person standing there.  She was being watched.  Her attention shifted away from the eerie feeling and back to the pod.  She hoped to see the familiar face of her husband looking back at her, but her stomach dropped at what she saw.

Empty.

“Nate?” Georgia whispered with her voice cracking on his name.  Where was her husband?  Where was her son?  Georgia turned her head to look at the pod over her shoulder.  She shuffled over carefully, whimpering quietly at each painful step.  She wanted to crawl out of her skin, to tear it away from her body.  Would she ever walk without pain?  Georgia clenched her jaw tightly against the steady throbbing ache in her legs and focused on the pod’s control panel.

Her fingers brushed over her smooth metal of the control panel.  A thick layer of dust remained undisturbed.  How could that be?  “The button is the release.  It needs to be pushed down.  Unless,” she whispered before looking around at the room.  Was there a remote release somewhere?  A central hub maybe.  How was she released with no one in the vault?  Georgia clasped the side of her head as a sudden flash of pain sparked across her vision, sending dots spinning in front of her.  She collapsed to her knees, her jaw clenched against the burning sting pulsing at her temple.

“No.  I’m not giving you Shaun!”

The sound of her own voice rang between her ears and she shook her head violently to keep the memory away.  She didn’t want to remember!  Tears streaked down her cheeks as the memory forced itself back into her mind.  The memory of that revolver muzzle pointed at her head, the woman in the hazmat suit yanking her crying son from her arms despite her struggles.  She remembered the bitter taste of fear but not fear of losing her own life.  Fear they were going to kill her son.  Separated from Shaun.  She choked down the sob as she remembered the muzzle flash, the shocking and searing pain as the bullet grazed her forehead, and then the pod closing.  Georgia could still remember the sound of Shaun’s cries trailing off as her body was frozen once again.  Then nothing.  Georgia clasped a hand over her mouth as the bile rose in the back of her throat.  Tears streaked down her cheeks at the helpless rage clawing at the back of her throat.

“Why!?  Why did I have to remember!?” Her anguished cries bounced off the walls, broken and sobbing.  Georgia leaned against the closed pod letting her grief and rage free.  The walls stood unmoved against the sound of a mother’s loss.  Her chest and throat burned from the suppressed fury.  Her fist slammed into the concrete beside her but she barely registered the small burst of pain radiating from it.  Why!?  She hated feeling helpless.  Always had.  She preferred to have a plan mapped out along with a backup to that plan.  But now she was floundering.  Her baby was gone and she didn’t know what the hell happened to her husband.  Did they take Nate too after they froze her again?  Why did they take Shaun?  She pushed the heel of her palm into her eye to ease the sting of tears.  Her baby.  My baby.  The tears flowed freely again at the thought of her baby being at the mercy of those bastards that kidnapped him.

She pulled her knees to her chest as the last hiccupping sobs slowed to harsh breathing, raw and burning with each one.  Georgia knew staying in the vault was a death sentence.  She’d starve to death and she briefly entertained the thought about just ending it all.  After all, how would she be able to find her son and husband?  Nate could look after himself but her baby?  Fresh tears slowly slid down her cheeks at the thought of her baby helpless against whatever world was above.  She pressed her forehead against her knees, frantically trying to drown out her own tortured thoughts.  How could you let him go?  You were supposed to protect him.

She choked on a sob, coughing around the words that wanted to pour out.  Her fingers dug into her legs against the circling thoughts.  Words that waited to sink in with razor sharp teeth to tear at the jagged wound in her heart.  Georgia took a deep fortifying breath pushing down the self-doubt.  Instead of wallowing, she slowly got to her feet once her legs stabilized.  She’d been cryogenically frozen twice now.  She had no way of knowing how that affected her body, but she’d have no choice but to figure that out as she went.  Her hand braced against the front of the pod steadying herself and she glanced over.  Horror flooded her as she recognized the face of her neighbor.  The control panel indicated the subject inside was dead.  She glanced towards the one next to Nate and her lips parted in shock.  Deceased.

“Did they kill everyone but my family?  Why?” Georgia whispered as she walked slowly down the walkway.  The pods on either side of her held people she’d known, talked with, and some she was friends with.  These people didn’t deserve their fate.  Georgia slammed her fist against the cold metal of the last pod, swearing to find out what the hell happened to her son and the people in these pods, and who was responsible.

“I’ll make them regret the day they left me alive,” she hissed to the empty air.  She wasn’t a soldier, but neither was she helpless.  Her Mama hadn’t raised some wilting orchid in a hot house.  Georgia was built to survive.  “I have to get out of this vault first.”  Georgia slowly straightened running a hand over her golden braid.  She grunted and pulled her braid loose before pulling her hair up into a loose bun at the back of her skull.  She hadn’t worn it like this since before her marriage.  Nate always said he didn’t like her hair up; he’d always preferred it down.  Georgia’s lips pinched tight at the memory.  She shook it off and stepped out of the pod room when the door hissed open quietly.

Georgia’s breathing was ragged after she encountered that first giant cockroach.  “What the hell happened to this place?  How long was I frozen?” Georgia whispered to herself as she made her way to the Overseer’s office to get the hell out of the vault.  She needed the evacuation tunnel.  Her fingers paused over the keyboard as she noticed the file names.  She didn’t have time to look into what happened to the staff, but curiosity pulled her to open the files.  What she saw horrified her.  She shoved back from the terminal and hurried out of the office towards the tunnel.  She forced the memory of what she saw to the back of her mind, not sure she would be able to properly process everything there.  The entryway didn’t look all that different to what it had when she’d first arrived with Shaun and Nate.  She knew that to open the door she would need a Pip-boy.

She was familiar with the Pip-boy equipment.  Her old employer used them as well after acquiring the license from Vault-Tec.  “At a huge cost if I remember right,” she murmured seeking something familiar in the chaos swirling around her.  The pistol rested against her hip with a comforting weight.  Georgia plugged in the Pip-boy and waited.  She covered her ears, stumbling back a few steps when the doors began to open.  The metallic screech made her ears bleed and she was lucky her eardrums were still intact.  Her breathing was harsh and choppy when the walkway extended in a loud grating metallic sound.  It set her teeth on edge.  A sound like that shouldn’t exist.

“The elevator,” she whispered as she spotted the cog shaped device.  Georgia flinched as she remembered going down on it.  The flash and shockwave approaching them.  She’d been certain they wouldn’t make it in time, but the elevator managed to get down before the heat and radiation hit them.  Georgia remembered the stench of everyone’s fears, acrid and thick, as they huddled around the elevator.  Now they were all dead except for her family.  She clenched her jaw against the thoughts and forced her feet forward.  She wasn’t sure what awaited her at the top, but she knew it wasn’t going to be the world she left.

“I’ll find you Shaun.  I’ll find you and then I’m going to rip the bastard’s head off that kidnapped you and shot me,” she whispered to the void as the elevator began its slow ascension.

[seigephoenix]

Peaches 1

Rating: Explicit Summary: Georgia Jacobs wakes up in Vault 111 reeling from the shock of losing her son and almost losing her life. Her spouse's pod is empty, and she has no idea the state of the world. So she leaves and only has one goal in mind. Finding her son. No matter the cost. What she doesn't expect is to like the people she's stumbled across since waking. Family issues, emotional baggage, and a constant state of stress follows her along in the Commonwealth. Ship: Eventually Hancock/Female Sole Survivor Content Warning: Graphic violence, morally grey characters, sexual harrassment mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, toxic relationships, trauma both past and present, abandonment issues, depression, eventual smut, slow burn, ghoul sex, you will question Georgia's morals at one point or another Length: 1.8k

Can also be found on AO3: Peaches

The hiss of hydraulics springing to life startled her heart into racing with a sharp gasp falling from her lips.  Blood slowly trickled through her body, melting the ice from her skin and vital organs.  Her lungs burned as they drew in air once the ice thawed from around them.  Each breath felt like swallowing molten glass, and she coughed after each labored inhale.  Her arms felt too light, her skin felt wrong.  Like a thousand needles stabbing at once, it made her want to crawl out of it.  A wound above her eye pulsed in pain, an acute, sharp pain that throbbed in time with her erratic heartbeat.  Something was wrong.  Her arms felt too light, but that wasn’t right.  Shaun had been in her arms…  She forced her eyes open, expecting to see her little bundle of sunshine, as she called him, lying in her arms.

Only they were empty.

Panic seized her heart at the empty sight of her arms.  Where was Shaun?  Her lungs spasmed in a fit of coughing when the door to her pod swung up.  Georgia clumsily stumbled out, crashing onto the floor.  The rough concrete scraped against her skin through the vault suit as she landed heavily.  The teeth rattled in her head from the impact.  Her legs couldn’t hold her weight up.  No better than jelly but she wasn’t going to let that distract her.  Shaun.  Where was her baby?  Her mind felt foggy and disjointed.  What happened?  She glanced towards Nate’s pod across from hers.  Could Nate have woken and taken Shaun into his pod?  She dragged herself across the floor, blind to the stinging pain as the concrete and debris dug and tore into her skin through the vault suit.  Georgia reached up for the control panel, clinging to the cold metal and pulling herself up.  She clenched her jaw against the painful tingling in her legs, as if a thousand fire ants crawled over her skin.  Her breathing was still labored as she slammed her fist onto the giant red release button.  The gust of wind blew across her face as it slowly opened.  The stale air felt cloying and thick, like the smell of milk on the cusp of spoiling.  Nausea churned in her stomach and she paused to bite back the urge to retch.  There’d be time for that later.  Focus.

A quiet hiss of hydraulics filled the silence of the room.  A silence that felt oppressive, restrictive and unnerved Georgia.  She looked over her shoulder as if expecting to see a person standing there.  She was being watched.  Her attention shifted away from the eerie feeling and back to the pod.  She hoped to see the familiar face of her husband looking back at her, but her stomach dropped at what she saw.

Empty.

“Nate?” Georgia whispered with her voice cracking on his name.  Where was her husband?  Where was her son?  Georgia turned her head to look at the pod over her shoulder.  She shuffled over carefully, whimpering quietly at each painful step.  She wanted to crawl out of her skin, to tear it away from her body.  Would she ever walk without pain?  Georgia clenched her jaw tightly against the steady throbbing ache in her legs and focused on the pod’s control panel.

Her fingers brushed over her smooth metal of the control panel.  A thick layer of dust remained undisturbed.  How could that be?  “The button is the release.  It needs to be pushed down.  Unless,” she whispered before looking around at the room.  Was there a remote release somewhere?  A central hub maybe.  How was she released with no one in the vault?  Georgia clasped the side of her head as a sudden flash of pain sparked across her vision, sending dots spinning in front of her.  She collapsed to her knees, her jaw clenched against the burning sting pulsing at her temple.

“No.  I’m not giving you Shaun!”

The sound of her own voice rang between her ears and she shook her head violently to keep the memory away.  She didn’t want to remember!  Tears streaked down her cheeks as the memory forced itself back into her mind.  The memory of that revolver muzzle pointed at her head, the woman in the hazmat suit yanking her crying son from her arms despite her struggles.  She remembered the bitter taste of fear but not fear of losing her own life.  Fear they were going to kill her son.  Separated from Shaun.  She choked down the sob as she remembered the muzzle flash, the shocking and searing pain as the bullet grazed her forehead, and then the pod closing.  Georgia could still remember the sound of Shaun’s cries trailing off as her body was frozen once again.  Then nothing.  Georgia clasped a hand over her mouth as the bile rose in the back of her throat.  Tears streaked down her cheeks at the helpless rage clawing at the back of her throat.

“Why!?  Why did I have to remember!?” Her anguished cries bounced off the walls, broken and sobbing.  Georgia leaned against the closed pod letting her grief and rage free.  The walls stood unmoved against the sound of a mother’s loss.  Her chest and throat burned from the suppressed fury.  Her fist slammed into the concrete beside her but she barely registered the small burst of pain radiating from it.  Why!?  She hated feeling helpless.  Always had.  She preferred to have a plan mapped out along with a backup to that plan.  But now she was floundering.  Her baby was gone and she didn’t know what the hell happened to her husband.  Did they take Nate too after they froze her again?  Why did they take Shaun?  She pushed the heel of her palm into her eye to ease the sting of tears.  Her baby.  My baby.  The tears flowed freely again at the thought of her baby being at the mercy of those bastards that kidnapped him.

She pulled her knees to her chest as the last hiccupping sobs slowed to harsh breathing, raw and burning with each one.  Georgia knew staying in the vault was a death sentence.  She’d starve to death and she briefly entertained the thought about just ending it all.  After all, how would she be able to find her son and husband?  Nate could look after himself but her baby?  Fresh tears slowly slid down her cheeks at the thought of her baby helpless against whatever world was above.  She pressed her forehead against her knees, frantically trying to drown out her own tortured thoughts.  How could you let him go?  You were supposed to protect him.

She choked on a sob, coughing around the words that wanted to pour out.  Her fingers dug into her legs against the circling thoughts.  Words that waited to sink in with razor sharp teeth to tear at the jagged wound in her heart.  Georgia took a deep fortifying breath pushing down the self-doubt.  Instead of wallowing, she slowly got to her feet once her legs stabilized.  She’d been cryogenically frozen twice now.  She had no way of knowing how that affected her body, but she’d have no choice but to figure that out as she went.  Her hand braced against the front of the pod steadying herself and she glanced over.  Horror flooded her as she recognized the face of her neighbor.  The control panel indicated the subject inside was dead.  She glanced towards the one next to Nate and her lips parted in shock.  Deceased.

“Did they kill everyone but my family?  Why?” Georgia whispered as she walked slowly down the walkway.  The pods on either side of her held people she’d known, talked with, and some she was friends with.  These people didn’t deserve their fate.  Georgia slammed her fist against the cold metal of the last pod, swearing to find out what the hell happened to her son and the people in these pods, and who was responsible.

“I’ll make them regret the day they left me alive,” she hissed to the empty air.  She wasn’t a soldier, but neither was she helpless.  Her Mama hadn’t raised some wilting orchid in a hot house.  Georgia was built to survive.  “I have to get out of this vault first.”  Georgia slowly straightened running a hand over her golden braid.  She grunted and pulled her braid loose before pulling her hair up into a loose bun at the back of her skull.  She hadn’t worn it like this since before her marriage.  Nate always said he didn’t like her hair up; he’d always preferred it down.  Georgia’s lips pinched tight at the memory.  She shook it off and stepped out of the pod room when the door hissed open quietly.

Georgia’s breathing was ragged after she encountered that first giant cockroach.  “What the hell happened to this place?  How long was I frozen?” Georgia whispered to herself as she made her way to the Overseer’s office to get the hell out of the vault.  She needed the evacuation tunnel.  Her fingers paused over the keyboard as she noticed the file names.  She didn’t have time to look into what happened to the staff, but curiosity pulled her to open the files.  What she saw horrified her.  She shoved back from the terminal and hurried out of the office towards the tunnel.  She forced the memory of what she saw to the back of her mind, not sure she would be able to properly process everything there.  The entryway didn’t look all that different to what it had when she’d first arrived with Shaun and Nate.  She knew that to open the door she would need a Pip-boy.

She was familiar with the Pip-boy equipment.  Her old employer used them as well after acquiring the license from Vault-Tec.  “At a huge cost if I remember right,” she murmured seeking something familiar in the chaos swirling around her.  The pistol rested against her hip with a comforting weight.  Georgia plugged in the Pip-boy and waited.  She covered her ears, stumbling back a few steps when the doors began to open.  The metallic screech made her ears bleed and she was lucky her eardrums were still intact.  Her breathing was harsh and choppy when the walkway extended in a loud grating metallic sound.  It set her teeth on edge.  A sound like that shouldn’t exist.

“The elevator,” she whispered as she spotted the cog shaped device.  Georgia flinched as she remembered going down on it.  The flash and shockwave approaching them.  She’d been certain they wouldn’t make it in time, but the elevator managed to get down before the heat and radiation hit them.  Georgia remembered the stench of everyone’s fears, acrid and thick, as they huddled around the elevator.  Now they were all dead except for her family.  She clenched her jaw against the thoughts and forced her feet forward.  She wasn’t sure what awaited her at the top, but she knew it wasn’t going to be the world she left.

“I’ll find you Shaun.  I’ll find you and then I’m going to rip the bastard’s head off that kidnapped you and shot me,” she whispered to the void as the elevator began its slow ascension.

[seigephoenix]

Peaches 1

Rating: Explicit Summary: Georgia Jacobs wakes up in Vault 111 reeling from the shock of losing her son and almost losing her life. Her spouse's pod is empty, and she has no idea the state of the world. So she leaves and only has one goal in mind. Finding her son. No matter the cost. What she doesn't expect is to like the people she's stumbled across since waking. Family issues, emotional baggage, and a constant state of stress follows her along in the Commonwealth. Ship: Eventually Hancock/Female Sole Survivor Content Warning: Graphic violence, morally grey characters, sexual harrassment mentioned, sexual abuse mentioned, toxic relationships, trauma both past and present, abandonment issues, depression, eventual smut, slow burn, ghoul sex, you will question Georgia's morals at one point or another Length: 1.8k

Can also be found on AO3: Peaches

The hiss of hydraulics springing to life startled her heart into racing with a sharp gasp falling from her lips.  Blood slowly trickled through her body, melting the ice from her skin and vital organs.  Her lungs burned as they drew in air once the ice thawed from around them.  Each breath felt like swallowing molten glass, and she coughed after each labored inhale.  Her arms felt too light, her skin felt wrong.  Like a thousand needles stabbing at once, it made her want to crawl out of it.  A wound above her eye pulsed in pain, an acute, sharp pain that throbbed in time with her erratic heartbeat.  Something was wrong.  Her arms felt too light, but that wasn’t right.  Shaun had been in her arms…  She forced her eyes open, expecting to see her little bundle of sunshine, as she called him, lying in her arms.

Only they were empty.

Panic seized her heart at the empty sight of her arms.  Where was Shaun?  Her lungs spasmed in a fit of coughing when the door to her pod swung up.  Georgia clumsily stumbled out, crashing onto the floor.  The rough concrete scraped against her skin through the vault suit as she landed heavily.  The teeth rattled in her head from the impact.  Her legs couldn’t hold her weight up.  No better than jelly but she wasn’t going to let that distract her.  Shaun.  Where was her baby?  Her mind felt foggy and disjointed.  What happened?  She glanced towards Nate’s pod across from hers.  Could Nate have woken and taken Shaun into his pod?  She dragged herself across the floor, blind to the stinging pain as the concrete and debris dug and tore into her skin through the vault suit.  Georgia reached up for the control panel, clinging to the cold metal and pulling herself up.  She clenched her jaw against the painful tingling in her legs, as if a thousand fire ants crawled over her skin.  Her breathing was still labored as she slammed her fist onto the giant red release button.  The gust of wind blew across her face as it slowly opened.  The stale air felt cloying and thick, like the smell of milk on the cusp of spoiling.  Nausea churned in her stomach and she paused to bite back the urge to retch.  There’d be time for that later.  Focus.

A quiet hiss of hydraulics filled the silence of the room.  A silence that felt oppressive, restrictive and unnerved Georgia.  She looked over her shoulder as if expecting to see a person standing there.  She was being watched.  Her attention shifted away from the eerie feeling and back to the pod.  She hoped to see the familiar face of her husband looking back at her, but her stomach dropped at what she saw.

Empty.

“Nate?” Georgia whispered with her voice cracking on his name.  Where was her husband?  Where was her son?  Georgia turned her head to look at the pod over her shoulder.  She shuffled over carefully, whimpering quietly at each painful step.  She wanted to crawl out of her skin, to tear it away from her body.  Would she ever walk without pain?  Georgia clenched her jaw tightly against the steady throbbing ache in her legs and focused on the pod’s control panel.

Her fingers brushed over her smooth metal of the control panel.  A thick layer of dust remained undisturbed.  How could that be?  “The button is the release.  It needs to be pushed down.  Unless,” she whispered before looking around at the room.  Was there a remote release somewhere?  A central hub maybe.  How was she released with no one in the vault?  Georgia clasped the side of her head as a sudden flash of pain sparked across her vision, sending dots spinning in front of her.  She collapsed to her knees, her jaw clenched against the burning sting pulsing at her temple.

“No.  I’m not giving you Shaun!”

The sound of her own voice rang between her ears and she shook her head violently to keep the memory away.  She didn’t want to remember!  Tears streaked down her cheeks as the memory forced itself back into her mind.  The memory of that revolver muzzle pointed at her head, the woman in the hazmat suit yanking her crying son from her arms despite her struggles.  She remembered the bitter taste of fear but not fear of losing her own life.  Fear they were going to kill her son.  Separated from Shaun.  She choked down the sob as she remembered the muzzle flash, the shocking and searing pain as the bullet grazed her forehead, and then the pod closing.  Georgia could still remember the sound of Shaun’s cries trailing off as her body was frozen once again.  Then nothing.  Georgia clasped a hand over her mouth as the bile rose in the back of her throat.  Tears streaked down her cheeks at the helpless rage clawing at the back of her throat.

“Why!?  Why did I have to remember!?” Her anguished cries bounced off the walls, broken and sobbing.  Georgia leaned against the closed pod letting her grief and rage free.  The walls stood unmoved against the sound of a mother’s loss.  Her chest and throat burned from the suppressed fury.  Her fist slammed into the concrete beside her but she barely registered the small burst of pain radiating from it.  Why!?  She hated feeling helpless.  Always had.  She preferred to have a plan mapped out along with a backup to that plan.  But now she was floundering.  Her baby was gone and she didn’t know what the hell happened to her husband.  Did they take Nate too after they froze her again?  Why did they take Shaun?  She pushed the heel of her palm into her eye to ease the sting of tears.  Her baby.  My baby.  The tears flowed freely again at the thought of her baby being at the mercy of those bastards that kidnapped him.

She pulled her knees to her chest as the last hiccupping sobs slowed to harsh breathing, raw and burning with each one.  Georgia knew staying in the vault was a death sentence.  She’d starve to death and she briefly entertained the thought about just ending it all.  After all, how would she be able to find her son and husband?  Nate could look after himself but her baby?  Fresh tears slowly slid down her cheeks at the thought of her baby helpless against whatever world was above.  She pressed her forehead against her knees, frantically trying to drown out her own tortured thoughts.  How could you let him go?  You were supposed to protect him.

She choked on a sob, coughing around the words that wanted to pour out.  Her fingers dug into her legs against the circling thoughts.  Words that waited to sink in with razor sharp teeth to tear at the jagged wound in her heart.  Georgia took a deep fortifying breath pushing down the self-doubt.  Instead of wallowing, she slowly got to her feet once her legs stabilized.  She’d been cryogenically frozen twice now.  She had no way of knowing how that affected her body, but she’d have no choice but to figure that out as she went.  Her hand braced against the front of the pod steadying herself and she glanced over.  Horror flooded her as she recognized the face of her neighbor.  The control panel indicated the subject inside was dead.  She glanced towards the one next to Nate and her lips parted in shock.  Deceased.

“Did they kill everyone but my family?  Why?” Georgia whispered as she walked slowly down the walkway.  The pods on either side of her held people she’d known, talked with, and some she was friends with.  These people didn’t deserve their fate.  Georgia slammed her fist against the cold metal of the last pod, swearing to find out what the hell happened to her son and the people in these pods, and who was responsible.

“I’ll make them regret the day they left me alive,” she hissed to the empty air.  She wasn’t a soldier, but neither was she helpless.  Her Mama hadn’t raised some wilting orchid in a hot house.  Georgia was built to survive.  “I have to get out of this vault first.”  Georgia slowly straightened running a hand over her golden braid.  She grunted and pulled her braid loose before pulling her hair up into a loose bun at the back of her skull.  She hadn’t worn it like this since before her marriage.  Nate always said he didn’t like her hair up; he’d always preferred it down.  Georgia’s lips pinched tight at the memory.  She shook it off and stepped out of the pod room when the door hissed open quietly.

Georgia’s breathing was ragged after she encountered that first giant cockroach.  “What the hell happened to this place?  How long was I frozen?” Georgia whispered to herself as she made her way to the Overseer’s office to get the hell out of the vault.  She needed the evacuation tunnel.  Her fingers paused over the keyboard as she noticed the file names.  She didn’t have time to look into what happened to the staff, but curiosity pulled her to open the files.  What she saw horrified her.  She shoved back from the terminal and hurried out of the office towards the tunnel.  She forced the memory of what she saw to the back of her mind, not sure she would be able to properly process everything there.  The entryway didn’t look all that different to what it had when she’d first arrived with Shaun and Nate.  She knew that to open the door she would need a Pip-boy.

She was familiar with the Pip-boy equipment.  Her old employer used them as well after acquiring the license from Vault-Tec.  “At a huge cost if I remember right,” she murmured seeking something familiar in the chaos swirling around her.  The pistol rested against her hip with a comforting weight.  Georgia plugged in the Pip-boy and waited.  She covered her ears, stumbling back a few steps when the doors began to open.  The metallic screech made her ears bleed and she was lucky her eardrums were still intact.  Her breathing was harsh and choppy when the walkway extended in a loud grating metallic sound.  It set her teeth on edge.  A sound like that shouldn’t exist.

“The elevator,” she whispered as she spotted the cog shaped device.  Georgia flinched as she remembered going down on it.  The flash and shockwave approaching them.  She’d been certain they wouldn’t make it in time, but the elevator managed to get down before the heat and radiation hit them.  Georgia remembered the stench of everyone’s fears, acrid and thick, as they huddled around the elevator.  Now they were all dead except for her family.  She clenched her jaw against the thoughts and forced her feet forward.  She wasn’t sure what awaited her at the top, but she knew it wasn’t going to be the world she left.

“I’ll find you Shaun.  I’ll find you and then I’m going to rip the bastard’s head off that kidnapped you and shot me,” she whispered to the void as the elevator began its slow ascension.

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I'll be posting chapter 1 of my Fallout 4 story later today.

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Picture it. A marriage/couples counselor in Date Everything. All the relationships they could help heal or maybe show how toxic it is. (No spoilers from me, but I will be insufferable).

And an idea that @shaken-veil tossed my way. Your family comes to visit when you have the glasses on. Just yelling at your furniture or appliances. Or god forbid, making out with them. XD XD XD

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Also I'm not doing Kinktober this year, I'm just gonna do 31 days of regular smut. I'm not feeling up to the kinks this year, but I am still planning on writing 31 days of smutty prompts. So we'll still have that.

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you’re not “behind” on your story. you’re building something. and sometimes building requires standing in the ruins for a bit.

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Peaches

Title: Peaches Rating: E for explicit Relationship: Female Sole Survivor/Hancock Warnings: slow burn, disgruntled rivals to lovers, explicit smut eventually, ghoul sex, graphic violence, mental health, toxic relationships, domestic abuse, rape mentioned (not explicitly described), sexual harassment, sexual assault (also not graphically described), childhood trauma, casual drug use, not canon compliant, spouse survives, and more will be added as I remember them Length: 31 chapters, as of right now Posting: Every Wednesday unless something comes up

First part in a Fallout series that will have the Lone Wanderer, Sole Survivor, and Courier finding themselves traveling to New Vegas to find Vault Tec. Each have their own reasons and they will wind up bumping into the Fallout TV series folks. So this is definitely not going to be canon compliant for most of the games.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31

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Father figure Viago?

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Between the Devil and the Sea

It's HERE! My Dragon Age Big Bang fic is live!! 15 chapters, 47k words, and it's got absolutely gorgeous art accompanying it by @airagitt.

Name: Between the Devil and the Sea Rating: Mature Ship: Kalinda Marsh/Alec Davies (but it's complicated! XD), Innan/Asaara, Vincent/Manen Content Warning: graphic depictions of violence, morally grey characters, sexual assault (mentioned but not described), and my wild take on elven lore Summary: The Inquisitor Roisin Lavellan hires two infamous pirates from the Lords of Fortune to retrieve an ancient elven artifact before the Dread Wolf finds it. Kalinda Marsh finds herself at odds with an ancient elven god and a bunch of power hungry mages that are desperately seeking the relic. Their backs are to the wall which is when they are at their best. Because you see, Solas isn't the only ancient elven god running around northern Thedas.

The slap of the foamy waves against the hull of the ship was a song that sang to her bones, the salt in the wind soothed the jagged edges of her black heart, both were as essential to her as breathing. Cutting the sea from her would be cutting into her soul, slicing away a vital piece of who she was. The sea was her heart and she was helpless to resist its call. Like those sirens in the old sailor’s tales, the lure of its mysteries was irresistible. The dark clouds gathering ahead should have been her warning, but when had she ever listened to that nonsense? Kalinda called up to the crow’s nest for stormy weather and the crew scuttled around the ship preparing it for the snapping winds and biting rain that was sure to follow. Securing anything on the deck before those choppy waves tossed the ship around like a child’s bath toy. The dark clouds grew closer but rather than unease churning in her gut, all she felt was that adrenaline rush. The exhilaration could never be duplicated. This was her crew against nature at its rawest. Kalinda never backed down from a fight and a storm was merely another challenge on the waves. The growing tempest steadily approached with the air seemingly becoming electrified. The smell bit her nose and the hair on the back of her arms rose with each creeping inch closer to that dark mist. Fear could never have a chokehold on Kalinda Marsh, she didn’t fear death. She rose to meet each challenge with raised blades. Even nature wasn’t enough to cause her to back down, this was merely another way to test her limits. A battle against nature itself was never easily won, but her crew never failed. She only surrounded herself with the best even if they looked like an odd bunch. Kalinda hailed out to the navigator, Vincent, as he kept the helm steady. His thick brown locks stuck to his classically handsome face, a face that a prince would envy, from the sweat that poured down from his forehead. His golden eyes narrowed in annoyance at his captain as his thick arms strained against the fabric of his shirt as the helm fought him in the choppy water. The deep plunging neckline showcased off his broad chest, revealing the dark curly hair that was the same shade as the hair on his head. His lips twisted into an almost snarl as he felt the burning in his arms. He bunched his muscles and ruthlessly fought back. Kalinda knew he’d fight to his dying breath to keep their ship on the proper course.

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