Meet Me at the Bar.
Garrus Vakarian was on his death bed. He was 68 years of age.
"Garrus, are you sure you don't want me to call the doctor?" Liara asked
Garrus chuckled as he spoke "No, it's my time. I've lived long enough, besides, *cough* I can't keep Shepard waiting."
"That doesn't mean you have to die! Shepard wouldn't want you to give up."
"I'm not. *cough* I've kept my promise, but I miss her." Garrus calmly replied
"Tell Shepard to hold a seat for me." Joker butted in earning a gentle slap on the shoulder from EDI
"You will do no such thing."
"EDI, as flattering as it is that you don't want me to go, these things do have an expiration date." Joker replied gesturing to himself
"I. Don't. Care." EDI retorted shocking everybody
"Uh, dying over here…" Garrus spoke up "Can you guys wait till I'm dead to start talking like that? I'd rather die in peace."
"Oh, sorry." The group replied
Garrus tapped his fingers against the bedframe in annoyance.
"Can't death arrive in a *cough* timely manner?"
"He's probably still got some catching up to do after the Reaper War." Liara joked earning a chuckle from the old Turian
"I still remember that final run… it's the last time I saw her."
"Yeah…" came Joker "So what are you going to do when you get there?"
"Have ravenous se-"Garrus tried to say immediately
"Okay! Enough of that." Liara interrupted, trying to hide her blush. This earned a laugh out of everybody, even EDI.
"Do you have any last words?" EDI asked
"Yeah."
"No Shepard without Vakarian." Garrus said with his final breath
As Garrus awoke, he realized two things.
First, that annoying back pain was gone.
Second, he was dead.
"Well, I'll be dammed." Came a voice behind him; one he hadn't heard in so many years, one that could send shivers down his spine or… fuck it. He reached around and kissed her, well the best a Turian with no lips could manage. He did so until both of their visions started to dim from lack of air. Only then did he pull away.
"Miss me that much?"
"Spirits yes." He said breathlessly
"You my, hunk of Turian, owe me a drink."
"Oh, and soooo much more" Garrus replied in deep harmonics, sporting the Turian equivalent of a grin
"Way to get a girl excited." Shepard said knowingly while running a finger down his mandible "We can save that for later… but, now what about that drink?"
"You did say 'meet me at the bar'."
"I guess I did."
Garrus and Shepard sat at the bar drinking to their hearts contents, telling stories, laughing at bad jokes, playing pool with the other patrons (which Shepard won every time), and just having a good time overall.
"So what were your last words?" Shepard
"No Shepard without Vakarian. What about yours?"
"Fuck off Justin be-boop brat."
"…What?"
"Oh, I haven't told you what the crucible was did I?"
"Now that you mention it, no…"
"Well, here's how it started…"
"You've got to be kidding me." Garrus asked a now surrounded Shepard. Apparently her story had attracted a lot of attention.
"No joke, I couldn't believe the brat either. Force that on the entire galaxy? Hell no!" Shepard replied earning a short cheer from the crowd
"I chose to go out with a bang so I chose destroy, but not before saying my final words: 'Fuck off Justin be-boop brat.' And damm I'm proud of 'em"
As she finished her story the crowd cheered for the umpteenth time.
Garrus looked at Shepard and smiled.
"Only you… only you…"