Disclaimer: I do not own Mass Effect, Mass Effect 2, or any of its characters, though I wish I could. They belong to Bioware and EA. Any other characters are mine unless stated otherwise. All songs and quotes are credited to their respected owners. I make no money with this Fanfiction. It's just my imagination gone crazy.
Special Note: So, I'm completely aware that I haven't finished the stories I have out currently, but for some reason this just wouldn't leave my head until I started writing this. This takes place after ME into ME2, before Garrus gets recruited, basically before his whole team on Omega dies. So the question is, what if Garrus wasn't the only one who survived other than Sidonis? Basically Thane/OC/Garrus, OC/Jack with possible character death. I kind of want to ask reviewers, if there is any, whom should my OC character end up with? I love both character but can't decide. Hopefully I'm able to pull this story out.
Extra: The first chapter is rather fast, but I want to get to the first time my characters meet Garrus. Hopefully by the 4th or 5th chapter I want to get to Sidonis' betrayal, how the OC characters survived, Garrus' feelings on losing his crew then last but not least his recruitment before the official story starts. So everything will go rather quick. If you wish to beta for me, let me know. I'd appreciate it.
Summary: Asami and her twin brother Haru become a part of Garrus' team, when he was righting injustice on Omega, after a few encounters and finding out they are doing the same thing. They get to know each other, and begin to become closer over the two years Shepard was being reconstructed by Cerberus. During Sidonis' betrayal, although badly hurt and close to death, both twins survive and escape the slaughter of their team. For a time, they spend it in seclusion to heal their wounds and pride being that Asami's twin brother falls into a coma because he protected her from the worst of it, ultimately saving her. When they finally get back on their feet and he wakes up, they go and look for Garrus hoping their only actual friend survived and they could be together. Unfortunately they heard news of all the mercs banding together and killing him while he dwindled down their numbers heavily. They begin taking out every merc they could find, be it in sight or assassinations in their homes. A few months pass when Garrus and the crew come to Omega for shore leave. Garrus spots both the twins and he takes a group of two, Shepard and Thane, and goes after them to confront them and prove he isn't gone to heal their broken heart. They join Shepard's crew after some drama and help them on their mission.
Word Count: 1,782
Prologue (The very beginning.)
'Ma'am! You have to push!' The female nurse had screamed to the woman in her late 20's, hoping that somehow her voice pierced through the yells from the other woman giving birth in the hospital ward they currently resided in. For the pregnant female, the pain of giving birth had been unbearable. She already had one child, but sadly the baby's twin was being more difficult and it had already been an hour. She felt like she was splitting in half, and they already neared the alternative of giving her a C-section. She just didn't want that. As soon as she knew she was pregnant, even though they no longer had money to live after giving it all to be there, she wanted a natural birth. She felt stupid now for refusing the medication, but then they would charge her, and she only had saved up for this. Gritting her teeth, she pushed as hard as she could, her abdomen tightening harshly and her legs shook from the strain. Finally, after what seemed like years, they baby came, his wailing screams making her ear drums throb. The mother fell back in a sweaty mess and sighed heavily. It was over, her baby was healthy and she could finally have them in her arms after 9 months in her stomach, unusual cravings and hormonal explosions.
It had taken an hour afterwards to finally hold them. The test and cleaning of the children was mandatory, and with her husband not there and trying to find much needed work, she needed to oversee everything, even their final renditions of their names. She had spoken to her sister a month before, and she had told them they would help even though they did not have much to their names either. At first, she had told them they didn't need it. They'd be okay, but now looking at the situation she could no longer avoid the charity. They looked and looked, but sadly where they resided didn't prove to be profitable to the low income families especially the ones that had no money. It was hard living on earth. It had taken a week to pack everything up; her sister and brother-in-law had sent them money for a transport to move. Omega was the slums, it was even worst looking than where they had lived but who were they to turn it down when they knew they couldn't. It was for the children.
Work was hard to find at first. She was a dancer, classical ballet and some general so she had no choice when it came down to her only talent and in the place they lived. Aria hired her because she was a 'pretty little human', exotic, not an Asari and her husband in the bar serving drinks because he could not do anything else that would pay enough. He was a handy man, jack of all trades but he needed something solid. Months passed by quickly, and both were tired from the stress of twins. Their daughter was quiet, but her son would basically force both to cry. They were alike in not letting the other suffer alone. Every day one worked nights, the other days so they would not leave them alone. Finally the crying stopped after 2 years and then screaming became more dominant. They spoke, walked and began to show talents with machinery and anything tech. Their parents where proud of the two prodigies and every day, every year they became smarter and learned at an alarming rate.
Years passed and finally they were more comfortable than when they started but as soon as they believed that they could make a life with what they now had, the trouble started anew. Their father began to discover that his brother-in-law was gambling, losing bets and money that his sister-in-law had worked hard for. She had finally gotten pregnant after so many years of trying and he was becoming an alcoholic. It was troubling. The Blood Pack would come and harass them for protection money and their monthly payment. It was brutal when they didn't have it. They would beat him, but spared her because she was pregnant, or so they thought. They didn't push the subject but their marriage was in trouble and falling fast.
Ten years had passed since the twins had been born, and when the twins' aunt and uncle went to try and repair their marriage one night for the sake of the child they had the Blood Pack had had enough. They wanted their money, and they wanted it in that instance. When they couldn't produce it, the couple got one shot each in their skulls. Their child, who was only five, was taken to be an errand boy for them and they never saw him again. In their will, they received the apartment they continued to live at. When the Blood Pack got wind of it they put a plan in action to remedy that. The children, although young, were smart and gifted. They were the first to smell the smoke and alert their parents to it. They were asleep and could have suffocated if not for them. It was hot and when a beam fell on them, their daughter on her back and their son on his chest, they saved them at the cost of their lives and burned to ashes.
The children cried every night for them. They had no money to their names, hardly any cloths on their backs and they were alone, only each other to bare their souls to. Discovering that the Blood Pack had something to do with it was no difficult. The children had went back to see if they could find anything in the remains of their lost home. The large Krogan was standing in the living room of the charred apartment laughing up a storm when he kicked their parents' remains of burnt flesh. 'It's their own damn fault! They should have paid. Stupid meat bags!' He exclaimed with another booming laugh thinking that all the family had died. That was when the children had vowed revenge on every damn Blood Pack they could find, on every damn merc that crossed their path. They clasped each other's hand tightly and ran away from that place before they were discovered with hate in their hearts.
The children worked for anything they could. Mouthfuls of food where hard to come by, water was easiest. They outgrew their cloths quickly, and charity was hard to get but people's hearts broke for their plight and gave them what they could. After a year of their loneliness an older couple came for them. They looked after them like their own and they were happy. The older man was in the military and he was a biotic, so he had taught them weapons and everything he could. Especially the young girl's twin in biotics since he was a biotic and he came into fruition in those early years as well as receiving an amp. The older woman was a mechanic and pilot so she taught them everything she knew and more. Life was beginning to normalize itself. Five years passed quickly then when they got sick and died, it was hard on the two teens. They left them everything, they were grateful but they missed them and their hearts were heavy with lose. Another family lost and again they were alone. They began to work again, but this time for Aria. Children where experts at hiding and finding out things the adults wouldn't think twice about speaking in front of them thinking they had no connections. They were 'innocent'. Food was not scarce because of Aria. She even protected them the best she could since they fed her things she could use on her enemies.
Days passed quickly, then weeks, months, and years. They got better at shooting, mechanics, piloting and in the boy's case his biotics and everything in between. Yet, life was not easy. They received scars, bullets from battles and the boy, well now man, lost his left arm. He received a mechanic one they created together. It was better than they could find anywhere else. He had to relearn everything to have expert functionality again. His ghost pains where hard to overcome at times. He would always have them for the rest of his life. The female twin had marred her beautiful face, just like her mother's. She had been caught making a stupid mistake and mercs cut her to intimidate her. The 'x' shape on her left cheek would not fade without surgery, but she would never take it if it was ever offered. She kept it as a reminder. She learned from her mistakes. Her nose was slanted from a break, and although still small and cute, was never perfect again. Her arms and legs received everything in between. From bullet holes, to scars from daggers and scratches from crawling in vents. She knew she was a mess.
Now at the age of twenty-one, the long burgundy haired, light hazel eyed woman, with small light freckles across the nose and cheeks of her tan skin looked down from the high windows on Omega's station, her dark brown hair equally tanned and freckled dark green eyed brother standing next to her. Her mind was in a whirl, and her hands felt sweaty in her fingerless gloves with metal plates on her knuckles. Her black long sleeve tight leather shirt with a deep v-cut, buckles, zippers and with a hood attached to it that would cover her face was adding more heat than it should. She was way too nervous. Something felt wrong. Her black tight leather pants doing the same although it should not. Leather belts adorned her waist and chest, extra mags and throwing daggers hiding in the folds and pockets. Her brother's outfit was the same, except no v-cut and his wasn't so tight. His amp was itching in the back of his skull and his hands itched with restraint to not grab his sister's. Their outfit where fitted and the protection they offered was like armor from the system alliance. It was probably even Specter status grade. Even their omni-tools where better than money could buy. With their assault rifles on their backs, her sniper and his shotgun right next to it and pistols on their hips, they set off. They needed to eat, and even though they knew they could die, and it didn't feel right, the money was too good to pass up. They only had each other. They trusted each other to know they would come out of it alive, no matter what.
(Think Kasumi's outfit for both but a non-shiny, black, zippers, buckles for mags and v-cut for the female on the front.)
