{A/N: I will NOT be bringing this chapter up again, nor referring to it anytime afterwards, unlike chapters 'Hard Boiled Egg pt. 1&2'. I wrote this early on, thinking I would be able to incorporate it some way, but decided to remove it. However, I'll still put it out there for everyone to read.}

{Once again, this is not part of the main story.}

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"Where to next?" Piper asked after they left the vault. The sun was setting earlier and earlier every day, and it was dark by the time they left Vault 81.

"North, about time we got a beer, don't you think?"

"Huh?"

"Beantown brewery. It's north of here. It's run by some raiders, but I've got an in."

"An in? How'd you get an in with Tower Tom?"

"You know him?"

"I know of him."

"Yeah, and a lot of other people too. Kessler from Bunker Hill wanted me to drop off a message for Tater Tot and tell him to stop shooting at all the caravans passing through.

"That'll go over well, what do you have to offer him?"

"Whisky and Vodka." Nate said, patting his backpack.

"How much stuff do you have packed in there?" Piper asked curiously.

"A lot. A lot of a lot."

"What's Vodka taste like?"

"You might like it, it's not really suppose to have a taste, but this one was made with lemons." Nate reached up behind his shoulders and pulled out the bottle without looking. Twisting off the large cap, it was large enough for a five count shot glass pour.

"Here." Nate said, pouring Piper a little. "You can either slam it, or sip it."

Piper went for the medium between, letting the alcohol rest in her mouth and it immediately made her eyes water. She spat it out and coughed. "Eugh! That's! That burns! That's disgusting!"

"Yeah. This is the cheaper end of vodka, not the one I personally like, but it'll get you drunk. Good with cranberry juice."

"I don't drink much."

"I can tell."

Piper coughed louder, and Nate took the bottle, and felled a stream of vodka into his mouth without putting his lips on the bottle. She grimaced as Nate drank.

"What about you, lightweight? You want a sip?"

"You give that stuff to your dog!?" She asked.

"<Bark! Woof!>" Meathead wagged his tail and sat down.

"Yeah. If the water's bad, drink booze." Nate said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Do you know what the price of water is these days? Ten caps for a quart. This here is forty ounces of vodka, and I got it for seven caps. Can you believe that? Seven caps. I don't even want to say how much this stuff is worth, because I don't know the dollar value of a bottle cap. All I do know is, is that booze is fucking cheap in the future."

Pouring Meathead a shot, he placed it on the ground, and Meathead wrapped his mouth around it, then lifted his head and shot it back, "Good Boy! Gu' boy!" Nate said, patting Meathead and scratching his ears.

"You want one more?"

"<Woof!>"

"Alright, one more." Piper scratched at her right eye, feeling it twitch and tick. She couldn't unsee what she was seeing. Nate poured Meathead another shot and then he wiped off the cap and but the bottle back into his bag.

"Alright. Feeling good. Let's go."

They walked north, going directly over the hills, and crossing a road that went from east to west. Nate noticed the burning trees to the north east, and immediately pointed it out to Piper.

"What the fuck is this?"

A whole line of trees, with a big scar cut into the earth was there. The trees were plowed out of the way and knocked aside, on fire and burning on Halloween night.

"What in the fuck is this?" Nate asked again, following the trail of destruction all the way to the source.

"What the fuck is that?" Nate said, Piper was there and Meathead barked and whined, growling and barking at the alien saucer crash landed in the woods.

"What the fuck is that?" Piper repeated.

"Fucking Aliens, Piper! Holy Shit! We got ourselves an alien saucer, Piper!"

Piper swore to herself. "Fuck, I already had a hard enough time convincing people about synths, they'll never believe me about this one. Aliens? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure! Piper, I was in the army. I saw a shit-ton of aircraft in my day. A lot of aircraft. So many planes, and jets, and helicopters and vertibirds of all different shapes and sizes, you would have a fit. This right here, crash landed in our own backyard, is an alien hoopajoop! If I knew smarter words, I'd be using those, but none of them really sum up how I feel about finding this fucking thing."

Meathead bounced down the path, growling and barking at the spacecraft.

"Where's the pilot, huh?" Nate asked Meathead. "I'll tell you right now aliens exist, I knew that long before the bombs fell." But holy shit, this looks fresh. This does not look like blood though...it's green..." Nate's eyes followed a bloody trail, from the cockpit partially buried in the ground, to the scar cut out of the earth, down the hill and away from the crash site.

"Piper. You want to see a dead body?" Nate said, cackling deviously.

"No!"

"Come on! It's Halloween. It'll be fun."

"No! I have a very good feeling, that it will not be fun! I'm staying here!"

"Fine! Just give us five minutes, and if we find it, I'll tell you all about it."

Meathead lead the charge, following the glowing green blood. "So, what's up, Meathead. What the hell is this shit? Is this changeling? What is this?"

"<Not us. Not pony either.>"

"Should I be worried?"

"<I am.>"

"Okay." Nate nodded. "Is it alive?"

"<Yes. It's down there. In the cave.>"

They tracked the trail of blood to a cave, and it was filled with glowing green fungus, along the backside of the wall was the semi-conscious alien, leaning against the back wall.

"<Wait here. Oh, and Piper's coming. She got bored.>" Meathead transformed into the alien species with a flash of green fire, the light made the alien sit upright, and crawl to both legs. It was a short alien, a large green skull, black eyes, and wore a red and white space suit.

Meathead spoke to the alien, and the alien chirped and chattered back.

Nate watched from a distance, and tired to ascertain what they were talking about, when Meathead turned to Nate and shouted. "Shoot him!"

"What?!"

"Shoot him! Shoot him! Shoot him!" Nate pulled out his revolver as the alien bulled out a ray gun blaster twice as half the size of his head and fired at Meathead. Meathead was hit in the back, and he changed back into a German Shepard.

Firing once, the deafening noise of the gunshot echoed ten fold throughout the cave. Piper came running down the hill and looked over Nate's shoulder. "Holy shit!" She cried, "Little green man!"

The alien fired bolts from his ray gun blaster at Nate, and Nate fired once more, hitting the alien directly in the skull, and killing him.

"Jesus Christ. Aliens. Oh my God. Aliens exist." Piper said.

"Well, it's definitely going to soften the blow for what I was going to tell you about the pony aliens."

"What? What could possibly be more insane than seeing aliens exist?"

"Well, for starters, alien ponies are peaceful. For the most part. They've been on earth for over two hundred years, so who's to say how they've integrated. I was going to tell you about the thing Meathead and I picked up from on top of the Wilson Atomatoys building.

"It was a pony, you told me. And then you told me they can talk. So...what's..." Piper was shaking, having her world grow exponentially in a very small amount of time. "...more crazy than a walking, talking pony? Or a unicorn that can do magic? Apparently." She finished the afterthought. Her mind was moving faster than her mouth.

"They can fly. The one up inside the U.S.S. Constitution is a Pegasus."

Piper growled. "Grrrr! Fuck you, Nate. Fuck you and the past!"

"Hey. Don't blame me, blame society. I'm not the one who tried to broker a peace deal between the chinese and my nation. The ponies were the victims in all this, they got eaten! I have no idea who or what the hell this alien is."

Storming out of the cave, Nate shrugged, walking over and picking up the alien's blaster and ammo for his gun.

"So, what'd he say, Meathead?"

"<He was going to try and blow up the mothership, forcing it to crash land and cause an impact crater that would wipe out massive amounts of life and make it suitable so he could radio his home world to come take over. The mothership was blocking all transmissions he was trying to send.>"

"Did he say why?"

"<No. But, we should probably not tell Piper or anyone else. They can barely handle conspiracy theories as it is. Throwing doomsday into the mix just sounds like a complete clusterfuck and confuse way too many people."

"Well, Let's hide the body, and bury the ship. No sense in leaving this for people to find. Yet."

"<I'll tag along, keep Piper distracted and I'll have it done before she even realizes I'm not there.>"

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"Hey, Piper, you doing okay?"

"No, I'm kind of having my mind blown, and I don't want to think about what I just saw."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I got his gun. Do you want it?"

She looked down at the ray-blaster, then her own laser pistol. Nodding slowly, "Yeah..." she said.

"Well then, it's yours. I think for both our sakes, we should agree not to tell anyone, you're right about it being hard to convince people about this one...Let's get a few other things taken care of first, then deal with the aliens. Okay? Let's just forget about this for a while. If we ever wanted to tell anyone without sounding crazy, it would be ten thousand times easier to just dig it up, and drag the freaking thing all the way to Diamond City than just telling people about it because they would never believe us."

"You're right....you're right...that just...freaks me out though. I never even thought I wanted to know...and now..."

Nate signaled to Meathead a pair of scissors, Meathead nodded and Piper's head was wrapped in a glow of green light from his magic. "And sleep." Nate said, catching Piper as she fell unconscious for a moment.

She was awake an instant later, "Whoa! What happened?"

"You tripped on a root, it's dark as shit out here. I got you though, your head looks fine. It's might have a bruise later on though."

" Really? I don't feel anything." She said, rubbing her forehead. "You got a light on that Pip-Boy? I can hardly see anything."

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Not part of the story.

Happy (Belated) Halloween everybody!