It's a beautiful day in the Commonwealth. The boil riddled birds are singing, the Yao guai are humping, and a certain vault dweller is being chase by a deathclaw.

(Y/n): OhshitohshitohshitohSHIT!

In the outskirts of Boston, (y/n) runs across cracked roads and pass dead trees trying (and failing) to lose his hulking pursuer. His 111 vault suit stuck to his body by sweat from the constant running, jumping, dodging, and screaming for several minutes straight. And the fact that a deathclaw wants to finger his rib cage wasn't helping in the slightest. So, it became a race of what will kill (y/n) first; exhaustion or the deathclaw?

(Y/n) p.o.v.

So this it for me, eh? Running for my life only to die from a roid raged lizard? I should have ran from that damn museum after I played that holotape. Or when I heard those thunderous footsteps. Or when that body got dragged through the hole in the ceiling. Or when said body came back in smaller pieces... Now that I think about it, there were a lot of reasons to get the fuck out. However, me being the courageous dumbass as I am, I just had to press on.

After jumping down from a ledge of dirt and making a left, I'm presented with another stretch of road. Not two seconds later I hear a loud thud behind me and feel the ground shake a bit, knowing the deathclaw was still hot on my ass. The last time I had to face one of these things was back in Concord. I was in power armor with a mini gun, and even then I almost died. Since then, I never wanted to come across another one of them ever again. In the end though, I was able to help out Preston and his group.

Shit, Preston. After helping them settle into Sanctuary, and helping two other settlements I never heard of, he let join the Minutemen and promoted me to general. So much faith wasted on a deadman. Dogmeat, I've only had him for a few days but I'm already attached to the little throat-biter. Sturges, that optimistic mechanic and I got along quick after the whole raiders and deathclaw thing at Concord. Mama Murphy, her visions are a bit hard to believe but, she's the only one that gave me a lead on my son. Jun, I don't know him that well, but I know his pain. And Marcy... Oh, sweet Marcy. If only I had the courage to tell you how I felt when we first met. To look into your brown eyes with a burning passion and say...

"Go fuck yourself, Marcy."

D.C.: "CHOMP"

(Y/n): HOLY SHIT!

Nearly getting my ass bitten off, once again, pumps my systems full of whatever remaining adrenaline I have left. Letting me gain just a few more feet between me and the devilsaurus rex. After running past a dilapidated truck and jumping over a tipped over mail box, I notice a house near a lake. Is that the Taffington Boathouse? How long have I been running?

Wait, if I'm near that, than that means I'm running up on... Of course! The Tucker Memorial Bridge! At some point, some dick head thought it would be a good idea to put mines and gas tanks next to some very unstable cars and douse the whole thing in gasoline. I could lead the deathclaw to the bridge, somehow set off the tripwire, then bail out into the water below before the whole thing goes off! Sometimes I surprise myself with my own (6 points) intellligence.

With a new sense of vigor and determination I haven't felt since out running Chinese firing squads back in the war, I lead my prey to it's end... Hopefully. I check over my shoulder to see how close the deathcla-I looked back, why the hell did I look back!? It is definitely still chasing me, wanting to sink it's teeth into my hot meat.

Passing a few more abandoned  cars (you would think most of them would have been salvaged for scrap by now), I can almost see the bridge ahead. And it was at that moment I remember something that almost made me stop dead in my tracks...

I already disarmed the tripwire my first time there.

I'm coming up on the bridge in a few seconds, and the deathclaw is definitely getting closer, thinking fast I pull out a grenade that I got from a military crate awhile ago. I pull the pin and let the grenade cook.

5

I make it on the bridge and run past a few traffic cones.

4

Nearly slipping on the gasoline, I run to the side of the bridge.

3

I run past a car and jump over a hole.

2

I can feel it's breath on my neck.

1

Seconds seem to drag on to minutes as I prepare to jump. Throwing the grenade aside, I take a leap of faith and let out a primal cry.

"Splash"

For the first few monents, all I could hear was the ticking of my pip-boy detecting the radiation in the water. That did not last long as I then heard an explosion. Then another. Then several more. I swim to the surface in need of oxygen. As I breach the water, I swim to the shore to cease the the damn ticking. Aslo, so I don't get anymore radiation in my system and get ghoulified. After making it to shore, I bend forward, put my hands on my knees and breathe heavily.

3rd p.o.v.

(Y/n): *gasp* I'm gonna *gasp* I think I'm gonna throw up. *cough*

Soaking wet and tired like never before, (y/n) turns around and sees smoke bellowing from the bridge with no sign of the deathclaw.

(Y/n): Please, for the love of God and all that is irradiated. Please let that thing be dead.

As if someone was listening, he was given an answer from above. Literally. An object fell in front of (y/n), causing him to jump back a bit. Getting his bearings back together, he took a step forward and saw it was one of the deathclaw's namesake.

(Y/n): Well, alright then.

Satisfied with the answer given to him, he reaches into his... wherever the hell you use to store 300+ pounds of gear, and pulls out a deathclaw egg. Inspecting it shows that it suffered no damage from the whole ordeal.

(Y/n): I can't believe I almost died for a stupid egg! Seriously, what the hell do I get out of this?

As if on cue, (y/n) pip-boy makes a small static sound than fades to silence. Curious, he stores the egg back into his magic pockets and checks his nuclear powered watch.

The Devil's Due

(Y/n): I didn't type that. Where the hell are all of these messages coming from, anyway?

Complete delivery of the egg
or Return the egg to it's nest

(Y/n): Return the egg? Where there are more deathclaws? Hahaha! Fuck no!

Scrolling to the map he sees two checkmarks, one just up north and another down in the city. Deciding to start heading south, he turns around and picks up the deathclaw hand.

(Y/n): Souvenir.

Being careful with the claws, he sticks his new trophy down his inner dimensional pants and starts walking.

(Y/n): I wonder what someone would want a deathclaw egg for. As a trophy? Keep it as a pet? Or maybe eat the thing? Yeah, that's probably it. Cook it up like an omelette or something and gobble the thing down! So it won't grow up and roam around. Getting rid of it while it's fragile and small... And defenceless. Where it won't get a chance to grow up and live it's life... without a family to call it's own... and parents that would do anything to... to get their baby back...

Stopping in his tracks, (y/n) pulls out the egg and holds it in both hands. He looks at the egg, no smaller than an infant, and goes into deep thought.

(Y/n): Hugh. Suddenly my 'parent instincts' are kicking in... Hugh.

(Timeskip brought to you by chibi (y/n) sitting on a deathclaw egg to keep it warm)

(Y/n): I can't believe I'm doing this shit!

As (y/n) follows the checkpoint to the nest, he continues to hold the egg close to his chest all the way there, avoiding anything he deams a threat. Walking past a few more trees, he comes across a small canyon where the marker is facing.

(Y/n): *sigh* Almost home, little buddy.

Taking a few more steps, the site of a small nest can be seen. Walking over to it, (y/n) stands over the nest and gently sets the egg down in it. Taking a few steps back, he looks back down at the nest.

(Y/n): Well, that was... easy side up! Hahaaaa!... I don't care what anyone says, that's funny.

*rumble*

(Y/n): Uh oh.

From above the canyon, a deathclaw slides down the wall using one of it's claws to slow it's descend to a soft landing. Caught off guard by the display, the vault dweller stumbles backwards and falls flat on his ass. Fumbling back onto his feet, he kept his (e/c) eyes on the giant lizard. He notices that it's horns are protruding from out and down instead of forward, also that it's staring right at him.

(Y/n): U-um duh- heeeeey there... mama? Look! Got your baby back, safe and sound! Hehe... So I'm just gonna back away nice and slowy, and-

Without finishing his sentence (y/n) turns around and makes a bee line out of the canyon, the matriarch watching him leave. A few seconds later she digs her claws into the dirt and rips it into the air, letting the dirt sprinkle over the nest. As she finishes she lays down next to the egg, nudging it with her nose, she is pleased with the egg back where it belongs, and she rests her head down on her claws to sleep.

(Y/n) p.o.v.

After running for a good minute or two, I stop and put my hand up against a tree to catch my breath. I'm tired of running... and deathclaws... and running from deathclaws. Whatever, I'm just tired all around.

Was ANY of this worth it in the end? No!... Maybe? I mean I did just bring a baby back to where it belongs, so it kinda gave me some peace of mind. And as a parent, I guess I am happy to know that I helped out another parent with bringing back their child. Oh, and the deathclaw hand! I bet I could make a kickass gauntlet with it. So by the end of the day? I feel good about myself.

Now to head back to Sanctuary and sleep for a week.

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A/n: Hey everyone! What does a virgin who's about to have sex and a new Wattpad writer posting a story have in common? They both say:
"Be gentle. This is my first."
Let me know what you think and yell at me if I messed something up.