No One's Angel by Tuffy212
Author's note: All rights reserved to Bioware Corp. I do not own any of the rights to the Mass Effect Trilogy. I wrote this to test my writing skills so bring on the reviews!
Garrus is captured by Aria T'loak and the few thugs she has left. After the Reaper War, the relays have been destroyed and Aria finds herself stuck on the Citidel. Since Shepard is out of her reach, she goes after Garrus. What she has in store for him is a fate worse than death... Or is it?
Heavy eyelids lifted slowly. A fuzziness greeted the turian rebel's eyes. There were several silhouettes that filled a dimly lit room. Some maniacal chuckles cut the silent atmosphere that poured into Garrus's avian ears. His heart was pounding heavily with equally heavy breaths. As he motioned; his body began to tell stories of trauma. Feeling a wet sensation that ran from the side of his head; a blow that required immense strength to make him bleed this bad, Garrus could practically taste the blood because the smell was so intense.
His eyes still waged war with its surroundings, trying to bring them into focus. The turian rebel began to squirm, that was when he realized that his arms were bound. His head motioned up as best as it could, enough to make out that his arms were tied to a beam that was secured to the wall. Pain radiated from the wound on Garrus's head. He moaned as he began to struggle some more. The room was still fuzzy.
"Save your strength, Archangel." A familiar voice saturated in bitchiness and cockiness filled the room as the woman spoke. "You're gonna need it!"
Garrus could make out a grin under her conniving words. He gritted this pointed teeth with rage; mandibles clamped tightly against his rugged frame.
"I bet you're probably wondering how you got here…" The familiar voice continued? "Doesn't matter… What matters is my number one rule…"
Garrus already knew what she was going to say.
DON'T FUCK WITH ARIA! The words were like a bad joke. Garrus still breathed heavily. His legs struggled only to give to the chains that secured them. Several male voices chimed in with bouts of laughter.
Garrus's senses were now coming into full. He could feel sharp pains on his ribs, chest, face, and head. The pains that beat on his chest like a gorilla made it harder for him to breathe.
"That Reaper threat was… a pain to say the least." Aria, the former ruler, CEO, Queen-if you're feeling dramatic hissed. "But what Shepard did with my Omega was unforgivable!" Her words came out as more of a growl.
After the initial attack of the Reapers, hyper advance machines programmed to systematically wipe out all civilization that had reached the pinnacle of its development; Shepard was able to use the Crucible to send the Reapers back into dark space. Unfortunately the Relays were overloaded in the process, trapping ninety-seven percent of the alien races in the Sol System. The frustration of millions could've outweighed the stars in the universe.
Aria being stuck on the Citadel—the key to the Crucible, which then moved to the Sol System, meant that Queen Aria had lost her throne on Omega (possibly forever). Shepard and her crew were no longer heroes of the galaxy. They were now considered gods! But not in Aria T'loak's eyes. In the blink of an eye, she had lost everything. The only power she commanded now was the few dozen loyal guards she had, and the asari stripper she paid to lore the turian rebel into his current predicament.
She wanted revenge and with her few contacts she was able to devise a plan that would hurt Shepard far worse than any pain the galaxy had thrown at her. Aria, not having a heart, went straight for Shepard's.
Garrus wanted to slap himself for letting his guard down. Just because the Reapers had been defeated did not mean that there would be peace. Civilization still had a long ways to go. He struggled even more, despite the searing pains that ran all over his body. The few batarian, turian, and human, guards did a number on him.
"I gave Shepard control of my people with the intentions of taking back omega, not destroying the relays completely."
"Shep-Shepard saved your life. She saved everybody's life! She's… a damn hero, you bitch." Garrus uttered through his weary sub vocals and heavy breaths.
Aria T'loak sneered. She inched closer, allowing the faint mist of illumination to rest on her body. Once in the light, Garrus could see the thin violet body standing on warn cockiness. She looked tired, but it could have easily been mistaken for rage, which was what she was feeling at that exact moment.
"Shepard was a pawn who was supposed to do my bidding, nothing more! I commend her for getting rid of those pesky Reapers, but the fact still remains… She lost my Omega."
"Fuck Omega!" Garrus barked. "You're bitch'n about one world when hundreds were lost… There are bigger things to worry about than that dump-"
Aria cut him off. "That dump was my throne, my stage of glory… Shepard and I had a deal, she broke it, so now I break you." Aria then motioned to a figure that stood off in the darkness.
The being was short, barely five-foot. It wore a long robe with a hood masking its entire appearance. Once the figure stepped into the dim light, it removed its hood to reveal a female. She looked mostly human but her eyes were as red as the renegade indoctrination of the Reapers.
Garrus struggled harder in the small bed that he was tied down in. He spat curses at Aria and her pathetic crew of gangsters. It didn't matter what he said because he knew that this was the end. Though, he was not afraid, he was pissed off. Pissed off which morphed to sadness because he and Shepard had been through more than what words could describe. They had chased Saren Arterius through the galaxy, fought endless hordes of collectors, even blowing up a collector base. They battled the terrorist group called Cerberus and ultimately defeating their leader, the Illusive Man.
The journey had been long, ruthless, endless… So many nights Garrus Vakarian had stayed up, calibrating weapon's systems, cleaning engines; doing whatever he could to ensure that the most advanced ship in the galaxy was ready… Ready to face the Reapers. Time seemed to be a blur back then. Even with all the madness, aiding Shepard on hundreds of battles; somehow he had found time to love.
Mordin Solus, the salarian doctor slash mercenary had warned the crew about overworking themselves and the importance of relieving stress. It was his constant nagging that encouraged Garrus to come out of his shell completely.
After Garrus witnessed Shepard get spaced—then two years later she returned; he was determined to do even more than what was turianly possible to ensure that she did not fail again. What happened to his commander was not his fault but blaming himself… That internal torture did something for him that he could not put into words. It kept him alert even more so now that he had gotten his Shepard back.
Although she was not his just yet; they became joined, as Javik (the last surviving prothean) put it, until much later. Shepard and Garrus had always been close, even with Lt. Kaiden Alanko. He had tried to make a move on her, but Shepard was in a place where love could not penetrate. Then she made the decision to leave him on Virmire where a nuclear explosion replaced any memory of the marine. His death drew Garrus and Commander Shepard closer.
Since she had been taking him on all of her missions; it showed how much she trusted him, how much she needed him. When there was free time, they spent it sparring. Garrus had reach, but she had flexibility. It was there in the sparing room were Shepard and Garrus shared their first kiss.