Inspired By: Dark Times, My Friends...

(Guys! There's a swear word! Just a warning!)

Cywren looked down at her hands, watching them shake as her nerves kicked in.

'Why me?' She thought, looking up and seeing down the barrel of a shotgun.

"C'mon, Caster, this shouldn't be too difficult for you to understand," The man holding the weapon said, insulting the ginger.

"If I've told you once, I've told you too many times. I. Don't. Know," She said, feeling her whole body shake like no tomorrow when the cold metal touched her soft forehead.

"I'm sure I could do something to influence your decision," He said as a tear fell from Cywren's perfect blue eyes.

"Really? I doubt it," She answered, hearing footsteps walk all around her.

So, here she sits. Tied to a chair in the middle of the Springvale Elementary School, really wishing she wouldn't have commanded Timebomb and Sarah to wait outside.

"Funny. You think it's amusing to sass the people who could end your life in seconds?" The man asked, nodding slowly and sarcastically.

"I never said this was amusing," She said, tugging at the ropes that held her wrists down.

"No use, Ginger. You're stuck there," A female voice said from behind her.

"The 'Ginger' has a name you know," Cywren heard a familiar voice howl from the doorway.

Her head shot up, looking over and smiling at the dark man standing there with a female blonde decked out in Power-Armor right behind him.

"Ah, if it isn't Ms. Lyons. How hav-"

"The Brotherhood of Steel has this place on lockdown. You as much as move a muscle and you'll dearly regret it. The entire army is waiting outside of every escape route possible. Surrender or find out what I trained this army to do," Sarah hollered with the most serious face on.

"And why should I listen to you, Sarah?" The man asked, placing his finger on the trigger.

"Maybe because the army wasn't sent by me. It was sent by my father," She said confidently, looking dead into the man's eyes.

"Your father? Elder Lyons? Sent the whole army looking for this scrawny little bitch? Why?" The man asked, hinting at Cywren.

But let's just say, if looks could kill, Timebomb had just discovered every possible way to mutilate someone. He had the coldest glare set right on the man with the firearm.

"I don't know exactly, but my guess is that it's the fact that she saved the entire Wasteland. But, I could be mistaken," Sarah said super sarcastically.

"No," The man said, but was soon on the ground with a pool of blood surrounding him.

Cywren's eyes wandered from the man, to the furious Timebomb that had a pistol in his hand, aimed straight where the body used to be standing.

"Works for me," Sarah said while uniting Cywren's restraints.

"How did-"

"Cywren, you need to stop thinking just for a few minutes. You're brain's been overworked," Timebomb said, embracing the redhead.

"Okay," She whispered as she felt a pair of lips kiss her forehead gently. She smiled and blushed.

"What would I be without you guys?" Cywren asked, looking at the two followers.

"You'd be fine," Timebomb answered with a smile.

"You'd be dead," Sarah answered with a grin.

-End-