@amistyshadow asked: I had a really weird dream after playing fallout 4 for 18 hours. How would our companions react to sole having nature powers? With on wave of her hand, grass grows a bright green, flowers from before the war bloom, water turns clean and fresh without the radiation, plants and food grows fresh and in large portions. But this comes with a price, sole will often faint if they use too much of it, and the plants will wilt and wither depending on their mental and physical state. Such as when they think about Shaun or their old life
Yeah, he took me a while to get back on track... sorry
Part 2
(part 1)
Codsworth - Hancock - Gage - Nick Valentine
Codsworth : Codsworth is so relieved that his mistress emerged from the Vault not only alive, but capable of coaxing forth flora and clean water again even from this dreadful wasteland.
He can finally devote himself to tending living flowers again — not rusted hedges and radioactive weeds, but proper greenery.
How utterly delightful to have a purpose once more.
Hancock : As you might imagine, his first instinct is to check the condition of his Jet — by taking a dose. He is then amazed to watch the flowers grow, quite quickly for flowers, yet slowly enough to appreciate all their magic.
And there, in the middle of the field, stands this person, smiling wide, amused by his amazement.
The chem rush fades, but the flowers remain.
“I couldn't never have wrapped my head around the idea that such a miracle could actually happen. It’s… downright amazing. Brother/Sister, it’s a whole different vibe from those hubflowers and carrot flowers. Books ain't got nothin' on the real deal, that's for sure.”
Sosu seems nervous, laughing softly as they lowers their head.
“Hey there, no need to hold back. It’s just… downright fantastic. What’s the deal with keeping this power under wraps, huh?”
His companion looks him in the eyes, more serious now.
“There have always been many wonderful things in this world — and look at what mankind does with them. Just imagine, for a moment, if the Brotherhood got their hands on an abomination like me.”
Hancock gently brushes the petals of what he is convinced is a poppy, and a quiet sadness settles in his heart.
“Oh, I’d just love to set you straight on that one…”
But the world is not ready for such an exceptional being — and perhaps never will be.
Gage : They were heading toward Bradberton to verify a rumor that Super-Mutants had taken control of the area. So close to their newly conquered Nuka-World, Gage wants to make sure nothing threatens their territory.
He knows now that he can rely on Sole to handle whatever danger circles their kingdom.
But the Super-Mutant troop is, perhaps, far more imposing than expected. At least, that’s what he concludes when the horde closes in on him. Bullets fly in every direction, and his temporary cover won’t shield him for long from the fate waiting just beyond it.
Then, suddenly — shouting. The Super-Mutants are caught off guard by something unseen, and within moments, Gage no longer feels threatened.
He can finally check whether Sole survived.
But Sole has done more than survive.
Sole stands in the middle of a field of thorns — enormous thorns — upon which the Super-Mutants are impaled.
That field didn't exist a moment ago.
And now that he thinks about it, Gage remembers seeing strange briars conveniently sprout all over Nuka-World before — only to disappear again as if they had never been there.
And there stands Sosu in the center of the thorn field, wearing an expression far too innocent to be believable.
“Mind filling me in on what just went down?” Gage asks, not entirely convinced he’ll get a straight answer.
“Uh… I can order plants?”
Gage lets out a long sigh, rubbing his temples, then pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Mind to explain the truth now?”
His companion shrugs.
“There are so many strange things, so many unusual experiences at Nuka-World. And you’re surprised that thorns rise from the ground to hunt Super-Mutants?”
Gage has no counterargument. He nods slowly.
“Well, ain't that just the luck of the draw? They waltzed in right when we needed 'em most. Alright, let’s keep moving. I can't shake the feeling that those things could turn against us at any moment. We gotta stay sharp and watch this… strange occurrence.”
Sosu smirks and nods back.
“Yes. I completely agree that you should keep an eye on it.”
Nick Valentine : There’s a new tenant at Home Plate.
A discreet one.
The last discreet tenant had turned out to be trouble, so Nick keeps an eye on things.
It doesn’t take long before he notices something odd. Not because of noise. Not because of visitors.
Because of flowers.
Real flowers.
Red petals spilling over the balcony railing. Not wasteland weeds. Not mutated vines.
Pre-war roses.
And no one seems to care.
He brings it up to Piper.
“We've got a mayor who could very well be a synth in cahoots with the Institute," she says, arms crossed, "and you're fretting over a few red petals landing in a filthy alley?”
Nick shrugs it off in front of her, but it bothers him.
A mayor who might be a synth? Sure. That’s dangerous. But known danger gets watched. Prepared for.
The worst threats are the quiet ones. The innocent-looking ones.
When Ellie finally stops listening to his list of reasons why the new Home Plate tenant doesn’t add up, Nick decides to stop talking.
He’s a detective.
He’ll investigate.
He waits for nightfall. The market quiets. Guards grow lazy. Fewer eyes.
He slips to the service door and pops the lock without much effort.
Which, honestly, makes it worse.
Who lives in Diamond City and doesn’t bother with decent locks?
He steps inside carefully, placing his feet to avoid the worst of the warped boards.
He barely takes ten steps before the floor rises beneath him.
Light floods the room, blinding. Something thick and alive coils around him — not rope. Too strong. Too warm.
It tightens.
There’s a sharp crackle. Heat.
He lets out a startled grunt.
“Nick?”
The light dims.
A silhouette stands before him. Backlit at first, then clearer.
Vault blue.
Nora.
“Is it you? But— oh.”
Of course.
Pre-war roses.
Seeds from the Vault. Maybe more than seeds.
The pressure around him loosens. He looks down.
Vines. Ivy. Thick stems retract into the floorboards as if they were never there. He raises his gaze on his friend again.
Nora looks embarrassed. Not guilty. Not defensive. Just exposed.
Nick studies her.
He’s spent his life chasing logic. But logic doesn’t cover everything in the Commonwealth. Not anymore.
“Why?” he asks.
One word.
A dozen questions.
Why hadn’t she told him she bought the place?
Why hadn’t she mentioned she could make nature grow like this?
Where did that power even come from?
How had she kept it from everyone?
Each question was a weight. Each answer… nowhere in sight.
Each answer could only led to more questions.
She exhales slowly. “I didn’t know how to talk about it. Who would understand? Who wouldn’t want to cut me open to see how it works?”
He nods and lowers himself into a chair at the small kitchen table that still standing — barely.
She sits across from him, watching his face like she’s waiting for a verdict.
“I gotta admit,” Nick says after a moment, “it ain’t even the weirdest thing I’ve come across out there.”
Relief flickers across her face.
“You don’t blame me?”
“What, blame ya? Why's that?”
“For hiding… all that.”
He considers it.
“Life’s tough enough without givin’ folks more reasons to be scared of ya,” he says. “I get it.”
Then, quieter:
“But this power o' yours? It’s somethin’ real special. You should put it to good use.”
“I’m trying.”
And then it clicks.
Settlements suddenly producing real crops. Clean water. Green patches where nothing should grow.
No amount of elbow grease brings the soil back that fast.
He smiles — faint, but real. “I’m real proud to be your friend, ya know?”
