#brokenreality--x

Alice was running as fast as she possibly could, through Wonderland. Dodging low branches, swatting them away with her hand, and jumping over roots. The thundering footsteps behind her grew louder as the creature roared, intent on following its target. A dragon. Of all things to be attacked by, why a dragon? She was unprepared for this fight. She couldn't kill a dragon! She could try, but she knew she'd fail. The creature roared again, narrowly missing her with a spout of flame.

Alice moved out of the way, patting out a stray flame on her dress, as she ran. She trips though, on a root she hadn't noticed. The creature was on top of her now, any moment now. She felt she was done for…

Suddenly, the ground opens up beneath her and she begins falling. She breathes a sigh of relief at the sign of being able to flee.  As she falls, she turned her head, hoping to see where she was falling to. This was new.

She hadn't seen this place before. Where was it? Her eyes widen and she braces for impact, noting the large tree she was falling towards. Wonderland wouldn't catch her. She wasn't in Wonderland anymore!

Her eyes flashed a brighter green and her outfit glows blue, patching off into a new dress to help relieve impact from it. It wouldn't hurt as bad.. The hattress dress. Good. The hat flies off as she falls, but she knew it'd be back. Her body was mostly made of wood at this point. Her left arm was a wooden prosthetic.

***THUD!!!!***

She hits the branches, falling through and landing on a table in a campsite, shattering it. She was still for a few moments, dress patching and flaking off back to her normal black and white dress. Her Londoner outfit. Her entire body ached.

She laid there for a moment, catching her breath and processing what had happened. The entire camp had gone silent. Either that or the crash had her hearing go out momentarily.

She could feel hands grabbing her, gently pulling her from the rubble, and the destroyed table. She winced but didn't protest.  Her eyes opened a bit, seeing a night sky above. She groans in pain as she's moved to lay on the ground. She takes a moment to gather her strength before her dress changes, again, becoming a rabbit themed dress, healing her as she laid there. After a few minutes, she sits up, finally, looking around at the hooded figures surrounding her, some of them looking concerned.

"Sorry to crash in uninvited." The woman spoke. "i've made more graceful entrances. I suppose I must be grateful nothing's broken." She slowly stands, dusting her dress off. She looks at the table she'd crashed into. "Except your table. My deepest apologies. It wasn't my intention. I can have it fixed if you wish?" None of them spoke. Odd. There was whispering among their ranks, as one of them ran off, to go alert their leader. Something was terribly wrong here.

@brokenreality--x

"Judy..." West didn't know what else to say, hearing her voice, turning and discovering she wasn't a dream. She was really here in this bar in Boston.

He opened his arms to hug her, and if she accepted, he'd hold her tight like he used to. His breathing shifted from normal to a little too fast, all that suspicion he held for her so long ago before letting himself believe that he loved her... Why had she left him? Why was she back?

"West...?" The girl curious, worrisome. She saw him just a few feet away from her. The whole commonwealth changing before her eyes. She never expected this of all things. She saw him die in front of her and now here he is, as if nothing ever happened. "Is that.. is that you?" Bottom lip trembling, her hand holding her pistol tightly.

The grin on his face seeing Judy faded once he realized how confused she seemed. And seeing her hand on the gun.

"It's me, Jude." West stopped short, before he was half running to her, over joyed to see her. She had left him. He didn't know why. He couldn't think of any good reason. Maybe she'd had the same thoughts he had been having: things were too good.

It was easy to be distrustful out here. The more West stayed in the commonwealth with slightly more familiar surroundings, the more he remembered of DC, his childhood, but especially his young adulthood... So much had happened in his 19th year. So much fucking shit had gone down.

Maybe she had found out. That's the conclusion he'd come to and been okay with. Maybe he had talked in his sleep or... something. Maybe she had figured out he'd been the Kid from Vault 101 once upon a time and all the horrible shit he had done.

"C'mon, man, don't you know what this shit does to you?" West (not Wesley, not anymore, not for a few years now) couldn't help but chide the addict coming to him for psycho. He had set up shop as a doctor in Westside (thought it was fitting) but all people came to him for was fatal gunshot wounds and fucking drugs.

The fact that he'd been so recently held at gunpoint for the last of his Med-X was very much a factor in his short temper now.

"Damn." He nudges the fellow. "Take a look at her. I bet she's wild in bed." { jax talking about judy to west lmao }

"You wanna talk about my girlfriend with a little more respect?" West pulled the large knife from his waist, looking it over as if inspecting it for sharpness. He's cold glare leveled on Jax, challenging. Judy was across the Diamond City market place, either trying to get them lunch or trying to teach the Japanese speaking robot English, or both, West couldn't be sure from here.

But he knew he wanted to gut this guy for saying that about her. His girlfriend. He hadn't called her that before, not to anyone, not even himself. And he knew Jax. He kind of even liked him, the dipshit he was. But the implication over Judy's innocence, which West loved and desired about as much as any other trait she had, was under attack. Fuck this guy. West imagined gut stabbing him and wiping his knife on Jax's jacket before joining Judy at the Noodle Bar, with her none the wiser.

"I'm leaving. I won't be coming back either. Thank you for being with me, West. This... it's better this way. You deserve someone who can love you, the way you want to be loved."

@brokenreality--x

"But you do that! You love me, Judy! I don't-- I don't want you to go. Please... It's not better. It doesn't feel better. Don't I get a say in that?"

West was trying not to completely panic. He didn't know what to do. He didn't know where this was coming from.

"I thought we were happy?"

He's at a total loss. And he's terrified because she won't look at him. He scared that if he even touches her, grabs at her hands like he wants to and forces her to stay still she'll shatter into glass like it's all some horrible dream. He's terrified because she looks so determined in a way he's hardly seen.

"You're pretty cute when your tipsy." Giggling she finds herself leaning towards him while sitting on the barstool. A beer in her hand and her own body slipping off from the seat, about to crash into him!

“You mean when you are!” West set down his drink, barely reacting in time to catch Judy from falling off her stool and half way into him. Mostly she’d end up on the floor he was sure. He couldn’t remember the name of the bar here in Goodneighbor, but he didn’t think it much mattered. He liked this place better than Diamond City, however seedier it seemed.

That Memory Den... He was still debating it. And still hadn’t mentioned it to Judy. But she was no dummy. She had to be thinking about his swiss cheese brain and how that might work out, too. If it really did what everyone said so.

But he didn’t want to think about that right now. He just wanted to have a few drinks and a few laughs with his best girl.