A/N: My first set of drabbles. So be kind! :)
Dancing
She couldn't sleep. Too much was going on in her head. Questions, doubts, and the fear of that nightmare haunting her if she closed her eyes. Anastasia Shepard grabbed her portable computer from her nightstand and went to the message from her mother.
Dear Ana,
I hope you are okay. I know you have a lot on your mind, saving Earth and all. Just follow your heart. You'll do the right thing, that's how I taught you. If you wanna talk, you know my number.
With love,
Mom.
It was short, but Ana knew her mother liked to keep things short, but put a lot of love behind that shortness. She read the message over and over again until she memorized it. She looked at the clock beside her bed; it read 02:12.
She groaned and placed her arm over her eyes. Then an idea popped into her head. Dancing. She shot up from her bed, scrambled off trying to find shorts, a shirt, and her N7 hoodie. She didn't bother with shoes, but the cold metal floor of the ship gave her a chill down her spine every time she took a step.
In the elevator leading towards the shuttle bay, she managed to put her long auburn hair into a messy bun. The elevator door opened, and silence had met her. Of course she knew that everyone should be asleep at two in the damn morning, but she needed to dance. She needed something to distract her. She needed to dance.
She silently tiptoed towards James Vega's area of the shuttle bay. He laid on the bed, shirtless, snoring away. Ana tilted her head to take in the look, before laughing to herself.
"Pssst." Shepard whispered a few feet away from the man. She didn't wanna be close, because last time she was close to a soldier in deep sleep, she got a bloody nose. "Psst! Vega!" Rustle. She rolled her eyes.
Ana folded her arms against her chest and with her right foot began poking him. Still nothing. Man can he sleep. She grabbed a sniper rifle that was on his workbench and began poking -more like stabbing- him.
A groan, then hands rubbing his eyes. Blinks. "Commander?" Vega asked groggy. "Why are you holding a sniper rifle in my face?"
"Because you wouldn't wake up." She said placing the rifle back on the work bench. "Now get up."
"What? Why? Are the reapers attacking? What time is it?"
"Two thirty, and no the reapers are not attacking. Just get up. That's an order."
Vega groaned once more before swinging his feet over the cot and sat up. He stretched and yawned, before taking in what his commanding officer was wearing. She never showed her legs in front of her men (unless it was Alenko), then again she never showed her self out of uniform or armor in front of her men.
Ana could feel Vega's eyes eying her from head to toe, about three times. "See anything you like, Vega?"
"So you do have a tattoo..." He said looking at her right ankle. She twisted it so he could get a better look. The tattoo was G clef and rose, to symbolize her love for music. When she was a kid she would play every kind of instrument she could get her hands on. Music was her way out of stress... unfortunately she couldn't get a piano or bring any instruments onto the Normandy.
"Yes, I have a tattoo. Now get up."
"Why are you waking me up at two thirty in the morning, commander?"
"I wanna spar."
"At two thirty in the morning."
"Yes."
"There's no way I can get out of this is, is there Lola?"
"Nope." Ana said popping the "p."
"Fine... Let's dance, Lola."
A/N: Well? Review? Please?
I was debating if I should actually add the fighting scene... But I decided not to. :/