It's Nice to Go Trav'ling

Sierra danced happily with Spencer, these past few days have been the best in her life, she wanted to savour them.

"Don't worry. We'll both see Vegas soon enough. Just a few days here, then we're off. We'll be there before we know it,"
"I hope so Spencer, I hope so."

She leaned in to kiss Spencer, but was interrupted by the radio presenting Mr. New Vegas.

"Hey folks, I'm Mr. New Vegas here with a special news bulletin. The chairman that went missing several days ago, Spencer Evans, has been confirmed dead according to a report by the unnamed chairman tasked with sending the search team. They have recovered a body with a bullet wound in the back of the head. Here's a quote from Tops Casino Owner, Swank: 'Spencer was a real stand up guy and we will all miss him dearly. He was with us from the beginning, and it's not gonna be the same without that cat. We're taking solace in the fact that the big-leaguer is swinging in that big casino in the sky with our old pal Benny.' That's all the news for now, thanks for tuning in, folks!"

Sierra let go of Spencer, and sat down next to him. She tried her best to comfort him, but stood back up when he announced the raincheck.

"No fucking way, Spencer. You might sit here in your tears trying to ignore your past, but I'm not. I say we go to Vegas, and show Swank you're alive, and stop this nonsense. I'm staying with you, you won't be harmed. This is the time you take the pistol."

"You understand what we're dealing with here? We can't just take our guns to Vegas and shoot our way out of my problems. This requires forethought and planning. What the radio just said was essentially the end of my career! If we go to Vegas now, sure, Swank will know I'm alive, but we'll also get smothered by a pillow! This is a fucking organized crime. You can't take them out with that rifle of yours, there will be more to get you when you aren't looking,"

"Sorr-fucking-ee Spencer, you got a better plan?"

She sneered at Spencer, this is exactly why she left the NCR, to get away from all the unfairness, and she was getting dragged back into it.

"Look, we're continuing with my plan. I don't care what you think we should do. I work in Vegas, you don't. I understand the cutthroat way people do things down there. You don't. You're just a pretty face who can use a rifle. They are people who would commit mass murder for a paycheck, okay? We are two people against everyone that makes less caps than I do. So let's not be brash unless you want to get us both killed."

"So that's all I am? A pretty face? Nothing more, just like one of the girls you screw every night. I guess I'm a fool for not demanding payment. I need to let off some steam. I'm gonna go shoot some things."

Sierra hastily grabbed her bag, and left the suite, it was about 5pm now, and the critters were starting to come out. She left the town, heading east. After half an hour of walking, she came across a band of geckos. She set up her rifle, and started firing on them.

Sierra, after she had finished with the geckos, felt much more calm, and trekked back to Novac. She opened the motel room door to a trashed suite. She shook her head, and saw Spencer weeping, she naturally went to comfort him. She laid on the bed next to him.

"It's okay Spencer. You're fine. I'm sorry for my earlier behaviour."

She laid there with him for several minutes.

Sierra was alarmed by Spencer's behaviour, but ignored personal space and let the man talk. She pondered on his words for a moment, and responded.

"Spencer, I'm not leaving you. Ever. We've got each other, some say love is better then money, I sure believe that. Do you?"

"How can you love me after everything I've told you about me? I don't deserve you,"

This may be true, but hope is for those that need it. For those that have lost it.

'No, Spencer. You've pushed through all that, I'm amazed. You deserve much more then little old me."

With the knock at the door, Sierra spun around, and got into a staring contest with the door, with it only being disrupted with Spencer opening it. She got up during the conversation, and went to stand next to Spencer.

"Is everything all right, ma'am? He didn't do anything to you, did he?"

"Of course not, Cliff. This is the man I love, we could never hurt each other."

Sierra walked back, and sat on the bed.

"Spencer, I may not be Natalie, but I love you."

Sierra smiled at Spencer. It seems he is getting over the sexual part of all of his problems. Declaring love is a big thing, and a person like Spencer would not do it lightly. Sierra pulled away from their smooching, and laid back down on the bed. She was rather tired, and wished to sleep.

"Spencie, I'm tired." Sierra yawned and laughed, not at the same time of course.

"We'll clean the suite up in the morning. C'mere."

Sierra laid down, and tapped the side of the bed that she wasn't laying it, indicating for Spencer to lay there.

Sierra purred when they went to sleep, and was had a great shock when Spencer's alarm had gone off. Once he turned it off, she laid in bed for a few more minutes, and only sat up when Spencer went to leave. His beard was quite noticeable, but it would keep with disguise. Sierra didn't need one, as she had never met Spencer before this.

"Looking sharp. Go get 'em, Tiger."

Sierra got up and prepared for the day. She showered, and thought of the details of the last few days. Once she finished, she dressed like she always did, jeans, checkered overshirt, leather jacket and hat. Sierra went to mingle with a few of the townsfolk, first she went to talk to Cliff, and smooth over the events of yesterday. She exited the suite, and walked down the stairs and into the gift shop.

"Hi, Cliff. We haven't met. I'm Dorothy, we saw each other yesterday. My husband and I had a problem with a radroach, and may have accidentally trashed the suite, we cleaned it up though. Sorry. And to properly answer your question, my husband would never hurt a fly. He's very caring and compassionate."