Warning - This is Rated T for language. It's not too bad, but it's there. Just know that you've been warned.

A/N - Well, here we go! I really like this OC, Audrey Lone, so I've decided to add her in not only one story, but make her my official Fallout character. Whenever I write a Fallout story, she'll be the LW I use. Cool, huh? About time I get a solid one. But yeah, this'll be less of a romance, and more of an introduction. I don't usually do just adventure stories, but I felt that this one was being taken way too lightly, so I made it more of a comedy of some sort. It's not really laugh-out-loud material, unless you laugh out loud with cheesiness, but it was too lighthearted to make a serious piece out of. So here we introduce Audrey and her overall personality. Yeah, she's a badass.

The sun.

God, it was such a pain in the ass. Just who did it think it was, waking her up every morning? Why couldn't the nice moon stay up all the time? It would surely make sleeping a lot less difficult.

Groaning, Audrey Lone threw her arm over her eyes, lazily trying to block the sun's rays. They peaked through the large cracks in the beaten walls of her home, coming in through every bit that wasn't properly patched up. She grunted angrily when she heard the loud humming of her robot butler, hovering up the stairs, no doubt to tell her to get up already.

"Joe… man, just… shhh!" she grumbled out, but the humming was still getting closer. Soon, it sounded right in the doorway. There was a good, long minute before she finally rolled her head to the side and lifted her arm up slowly. The first thing she saw was the large robot, hovering halfway in the doorway, looking in on her patiently. "What?" she mumbled.

"Get my ass outta bed before noon, Joe. I got a lot of shit to do tomorrow," the recording on her voice played back. Suddenly, her eyes snapped open wide and she jumped out of bed, scrambling for her jacket.

"What time is it?" she screeched hastily, pushing past him and down the stairs of her home, leading into the main room. She hurried over to the shelf, picking up her 10mm SMG and a handful of stimpacks and ammo.

"7:30 in the morning, madam," her robot replied.

At that, she seemed to relax a bit and quite running around. She took in a deep breath and let it out. "Thanks, Joe," she used her favorite name. She didn't even remember where it came from. Maybe she just liked the name Joe. Shaking her head of the useless thoughts, she set back to work in the kitchen, shuffling through the fridge for more supplies. Then she went back upstairs and picked out a few Nuka-Colas.

She went back downstairs, setting the pack on the table and rifling through it, making sure she had everything. Ammo, check. Stimpacks, check. Colas, check. There were a few radaways, jets, psychos, and a bit of random junk strewn about the place, in case she needed it.

"May I ask where you are going?" asked the butler, hovering back in the kitchen.

She glanced over to him and smirked. "Underworld."

"Underworld, madam? The city of ghouls? Why ever would you want to go there?"

Aud sighed, swinging her pack over her shoulders and strapping the gun to her waist. "Well, Joe, I got tons of scrap metal built up, I haven't talked to Carol for Gob yet, someone mentioned a 'Charon' guy that I want to meet and, well… I've got some business with a certain ghoul. Finished a job for him, and I want the caps. So," she huffed, straitening the stuff on her back and pulling the door open. "Several reasons, really. See ya."

As she stepped into the bright sunlight, a wrinkle in her bag got caught on the door, gracelessly yanking her back towards it when she tried to walk away. "Oh, fucking hell," she muttered under her breath as she awkwardly tried to untangle the cloth of the bag from the door. Finally, it came loose, but not before it caused a scene.

Jericho had been walking by when Aud had strutted out, and when he saw her get caught, he couldn't help but laugh. As she swore and spent three minutes trying to get it loose, he had almost collapsed in laughter. Giving him the deadliest glare she could muster – and that was pretty scary – she strode on past him, heading towards Gob's Saloon.

It had been only a day since she'd last been to the bar, but she was so used to coming by to visit in the mornings, it was almost routine. Besides, she couldn't just up and leave without telling her favorite ghoul first.

When she stepped in, she was immediately greeted by the lovely, peeled-off grin of her best friend. "Morning, smoothskin," greeted Gob in his usual gravelly voice, standing behind the bar.

"Hey," she said excitedly. She swung the door behind her, making sure not to get her pack caught, and plopped down on a stool in front of the bar. "Just stopped by to say adios, amigo. I'm leaving for Underworld again. Talking to Crowley and, hopefully, Charon. Might get a cut from Snowflake too. I'm a bit raggedy…"

Gob sighed and stopped rubbing a spot on the bar. "Aud, how many times do I have to tell you? Charon is bad news. You really should just forget about him." He pauses and looks Aud in the eyes, smiling. "Snowflake still 'styling?"

Aud smirked. "Yep. He's actually pretty good considering how little practice he gets." She stands up. "And to address your earlier concern: I can handle myself, Gob. You know that. Besides, he seems like a cool guy. And with the rumors I hear, I feel like Ahzrukhal would be more of a danger." She carefully stepped out the door. "See ya later, Joe."

"Be careful, Audrey."

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Sometimes the Wastes aren't so bad, thought Audrey as she scraped along the dry, crusty land. Sometimes they're kind of peaceful.

She'd been traveling the Wastes for quite a while now, almost four days. She hadn't seen much action during this trip, and it really surprised her. Most of the time, she'd stumble past quite a few raider camps, super mutant hideouts, maybe even a nest of radroaches (or whatever it's called when they're in a group, she never did know), but all she'd come across were a few stray robots and a couple of boatflies.

Though, of course, she wasn't complaining. Having it nice and partially quiet was always a good thing, especially when you're tired and injured. She'd been walking for almost a full day on an untreated ankle, and it was starting to really get to her. She'd run out of stimpacks, which is never good, but managed to salvage some random junk food to keep her going then. But it had drained a while back.

Finally, she came upon the ruined highway to DC. A flicker of hope flashed inside her when she saw the travelling merchant, and she ran up to them quickly, all the while being mindful of her ankle.

"Hello," said the merchant as she approached, a bit out of breath and awkwardly limping towards him. "Need something?"

Although she was grateful, she was known for her temper. "You fucking blind? I need a stimpack, if you don't mind," she grumbled, handing over a small bag of caps. When the merchant raised an eyebrow at her, unimpressed, she grumbled and put on a very fake smile. "Please?"

The merchant sighed and took the bag, counting the contents. His eyebrows shot up at what he saw. Nodding quickly, he handed her quite a few stimpacks. "Quite a bit of currency you got there, missy. Fake?"

She shook her head absentmindedly, settling down on a ruined car and injecting the stimpack. She sighed, obviously relieved of the pain that'd been haunting her for quite some time. "Nope," she finally answered, looking back up at the merchant with newfound energy. "I do a lot of jobs, that's all. Gets to accumulating pretty quickly."

"I can see that," he mumbles, quickly pushing the bag full of caps into his pack. "Well, thanks."

She nodded at him before heading back on her way, up the small bridge and deep into the city.

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This is where it got tough. Only about ten minutes into the city, she'd already downed three super mutants. Why there were so many in DC, no one knew, but there were, and it was quite the job to try and avoid them. Of course, Audrey didn't have the time – she was a busy woman – so she stomped along the road to the Washington Monument, not caring whether or not she drew more attention that way.

She knew it was a stupid move, and she didn't know why she was in such a hurry, but for some reason she just felt like she had to get there soon.

But of course, knowing her life thus far, there was something bound to go wrong at some point. So of course it came to no surprise when she was jumped by a couple raiders on her way.

Though she wasn't expecting them to be so… smelly? She couldn't quite place the smell of them, through all the rough fighting, but she had always relied heavily on her sense of smell, so it worried her when she couldn't figure it out easily. Raiders usually stank of blood and a bit of gunpowder. She knew she smelled of leather and sweat (not the sweetest of combinations, but smelling good wasn't high on her list of priorities). And other things she'd encountered during her travels always left a memory of some sort of smell to them. Usually robots were a slight twang of metal and dirt, Brotherhood of Steel soldiers were like copper, and always had this feeling of… dryness. Rivet City residents smelled like irradiated water and booze.

And raiders were blood and gunpowder. As she ducked under a dip in the street for cover, she stopped to think about it while she could. They didn't really look that much like raiders, really. They didn't have worn out old armor, they didn't have strange face paint or wild haircuts. They looked almost… orderly. Though not quite. They still had this air about them, as if they would get what they wanted, whether or not they had to kill for it. And it seemed as if they had already decided that killing was the way to get that.

After gaining some breath, she popped up from under her cover, landing quite a few good shots on one or two of the men. The next time she got up, however, her heart sank.

There were about eight more running towards their friends. Backup. And some serious ones at that. How the hell was she going to get past these eggheads? Getting an idea, she reached for her overpowered hunting rifle, but was too slow. The eight new men apparently hadn't stopped back at the 'raiders' line. They had marched right on through, as if they were built to tackle instead of shoot.

One particularly large one grabbed her by the shoulder and lifted her up into the air, and another one held up his hand to motion for the shooting to stop. Before she could do anything else, she got a whiff of their scent and it finally hit her. It was old cologne.

Then a fist collided with her face.

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