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I'd skip this chapter. but please read the A/N. Thank you.

A/N: Okay this starts kind of at ME2. Like around half way. When I assume (given that Garrus's family are on Palaven at least in my head.) Garrus's father would find about Shepard resurrection. And how he would be all but screaming at his only son.

I am planning on this being a long Fic. Like from the second game to the third. So the third one may be wrote in a completely different post. So expect irregular updates (Considering I still have five to update...I'm sorry about that.) But this is my main thing for the time being.

Also Shepard is a spacer/sole survivor Vanguard. But Personally I suck at close quarters combat. So My shep always used to use her pistol (and I got the sniper.) Just personal preference. I'll try to not let that show too much in this though.

So the first bit is just for us to understand kind of the time frame. I'll update tomorrow with more plot related stuff and more interaction with the characters not just Garrus.

I just needed to set the pace.

Thank You and I really hope you enjoy x

Garrus had never exactly thought about any of Shepard decisions. He'd always, from the first Normandy just...gone with it. He'd been so eager to just make her happy with him that he hadn't thought about the repercussions he would have with everyone else.

Mainly his father.

Actually, just his father.

But Garrus didn't care. He'd always seen the world differently to his dad. Whereas the older Vakarian lived for unity, for rules, His son? Not so much. It wasn't like the ends justified the means. He was no Illusive man. But C-sec had so much red tape, so many restrictions. It almost drove him mad with the amount of bad men that would simply walk free because of the damn things.

But his father always said, no matter how his son felt. "Their time will come, and the wicked will taste their own wicked ways." But when he had to watch them leave, without a single thing he could do, and find another victim the very next day… Red tape be damned.

So it came as no surprise to him that his father, in a human term Joker had taught him, lost his shit when he'd found out about his son joining a spectre. Given that not many years before he'd managed to talk his son out of being one himself.

And then Shepard had died and Vakarian senior was all talk about how he was glad she was gone. That the world was less one more spectre. How she got what she deserved.

And then he had seen his son. How pained he was without her. How lost. She'd given him direction, turned him from an eager youngster into a creature worth the title of Turian. Worth the name Vakarian.

And like any good father would. He stopped. He'd got Garrus his job back at C-sec, better job in fact. He'd helped him get settled, helped him move on.

But nothing had felt all that right to him. Not the small apartment he'd managed to buy on the citadel. Not the new fancy career. Or the respect he seemed to get from the new recruits. He'd been there with Shepard. Been there when Saren was breathing down their necks. That had to offer some sort of respect even if you were Garrus.

And then Garrus had just offed and left. Heading straight to Omega after one of his squad members mentioned the merc activity there. How they were practically getting slaughtered. They'd been patrolling Choras Den, Garrus, a Salarian named Mordac and another Turian called Ralick.

They'd positioned themselves at three key points in the club, Mordac and Ralik gossiping like women about the state of Omega.

"Oh yeah?" Ralik had said, the sub vocal tone to his voice full of smugness. "I hear Aria T'loak runs the show. She keeps the mercs under control; it's why we don't see so much of their shit here."

Mordac grumbled something under his breath, his higher pitched voice barely registering on the comm. "Well," He started after a minute. "I hear she's helping them sell the red stuff if you know what I mean. They pay her a fortune to keep it from getting caught in Citadel space."

Garrus could hear Ralick click his mandibles tight against his jaw. "Something needs to be done in that damn place. Hell I'd go now if I knew I'd actually get shit done there. No point wasting my life for nothing. Besides place sees more action than this shi-"

"Hey" Garrus ordered across the comm. He could see his men straightening up, not realising he'd been listening in. "If you two are done pissing about, you may have noticed the human that's spiking the women's drinks?"

He'd left the next day, his Omni tool already picking out candidates to form a team with.

And then after the high's they had had with disrupting the mercs as much as they could, Sadonis had turned on them. They were all dead, because of him. Then the mercs had banded together to take the "Archangel of Omega" Down.

Shepard had shown up, of course. As she usually did with these situations. He'd thought she were a spirit sent to help him when he'd caught sights of in his scope. Glowing blue and beating a poor merc over the head with her shot gun. Suffice to say he didn't stand a chance.

A spirit had come to save him, twisting the joy into bitterness as they toyed him with her face. That face that he'd screamed for. If turians could cry his eyes would never have been dry.

And then she was there waltzing up to him as if he were just another turian. Just some other bloke who hadn't saved her ass more than he cared to imagine.

"Archangel?" She'd asked with a tilt to her head. He'd ignored her and with a quick glance through his scope, blew the head off a unsuspecting merc. When he'd pulled his helmet off, spoke her name like a prayer, he'd almost screamed in frustration.

Shepard was dead, his mind fought. She is dead, and there is nothing you can do.

But then she'd spoken his name, that word on her lips and he'd known he'd either gone insane. That his mind was conjuring tricks and that the mercs had actually captured him and thought this was some sick joke.

Or it was actually her, and somehow the spirits had brought him back to her.

Then there were some dealings with a rocket, and almost dying. But his mind didn't seem to dwell on that too long. His face was healing. And that's all that mattered.

So it came as no surprise that Garrus had around twelve messages off his father. Each one marked as urgent. It'd had been almost half a year now with Shepard, and it seemed his father had heard the rumors pretty quickly.

Garrus Sighed, shutting down the orange console in front of him and opened up his omni-tool. Yup, twelve of them. He opened the earliest one, squinting his eyes as the message lit up the darkened battery.

Dated: two weeks ago: 11:30 AM ships hours.

So I hear there was an anonymous donation to the Helos Medical Institute. One that allowed your mother the care she needs. You wouldn't happen to know anything about that would you son? All they told me was that a 'caring member of the community" helped.

Now I have no idea how you got those tissue samples, but by the spirits, whatever you are doing just stay safe. Solana misses you. She needs her brother.

Garrus sighed deleting the message as quickly as he'd read it before moving onto the next one. Which wasn't much better.

Dated: one week and four days ago: 9:42 PM Ships hours.

You're with Shepard. Who is meant to be damn dead?

Spirits son, have you learnt nothing? Spectres are trouble. She left you once. She could leave you again. Stop this madness and come home. Your mother took a turn for the worse last night. She hardly recognised Sol.

We need you Garrus.

Delete, delete, delete.

Dated: two days ago: 4:34 PM ships hours.

I can only assume you haven't managed to get my earlier messages. Because Spirits knows your own son wouldn't just ignore his own fathers messages. Especially when his mother is on her death bed and said father hasn't seen or heard off his son since Spirits knows how long.

No of course not.

I don't care what silly little idiocies that woman has put in your head. But she's a spectre. She lies. It's her job. Hell Garrus, she's with Cerberus now. A Human terrorist group. Do you know how that looks back here? Do you?

They think you've turned your back on your own people Garrus.

Your mother wants to see you. She wants to know her son is safe.

For once in your life, act like a Turian and do what I say.

And delete. Garrus scratched at his fringe, feeling the small pliable plates there shift under his fingers. He knew his mother was sick, and it was killing him not seeing her. All he wanted to do was rush back home, and hold her.

But if they didn't do this. finish this mission, there would be no home to go back to. And that was what he told himself almost every time he woke up for shift so that he would steal a shuttle and damn fly back home himself. But spirits he wanted to.

But first he should write back to his dad. It wasn't fair to just leave him like that.

Dad I'm fine honestly. Shepard isn't working for or with Cerberus. I can't really explain. But please just trust your sons' judgements. Once in your life believe your son is capable of making decisions without his father's input.

How's mom? Your last message sounded like she was better.

He wanted to write more. Explain everything to his father. How the collectors were practically harvesting human colonies. But he would never believe him. it would just lead to more arguments about how Shepard was poisoning his mind.

And he honestly just didn't have the energy anymore.

So instead he clicked send, and closed his Omni-Tool with a final click. The main battery darkened again and Garrus had half a mind to just turn in for the night.

He glanced at his cot, his mandibles clicking lightly against his face. At least it was better than those human beds the crews quarters had. Those things had no support for his cowl. He'd wake up at random times his back in agony as he was forced to shift and wiggle into awkward positions just so he could lie down. Damn things.

At least his cot supported his back, even if it was just a fraction of what he was used to.

Light poured into the room and Garrus Hardly heard the door slide open. But still he could hear those boots thud against the metallic flooring. Shepard.

"Have you got a minute?" She asked, standing behind him expectantly.

Garrus turned, crossing his arms and leaning against his console. "Sure, just killing time anyway. What'd you need?" It was then he was glad Shepard wasn't used to Turian bodies. The tired lilt to his sub vocals, the way the blue in his eyes darkened with tiredness. To another Turian everything about him, the way he had to hold his body upright now, would scream exhaustion.

But Shepard didn't know a damn thing.

"Just got word off the Illusive man." She sighed, running her hand through the red hair on her head. That stuff still made Garrus curious. "Apparently one of his smaller bases has ceased contact. He thinks one of his experiments has gone shit crazy down there."

Garrus nodded closing his eyes slightly. There'll be enough time to sleep when you're done Vakarian. "When do we get there?"

"Twenty two hundred hours." Her voice was quieter than usual, and her mouth opened to let a small moan like sound from it. Something he'd learnt humans called yawns.

"What time is it now?"

"Oh eight-hundred hours. Night shift ended two hours ago. Get some sleep, you me and Jack are on this one." She rested her hand on his shoulder and he jerked awake. He knew she had no idea what touching meant to turians. But it certainly wasn't taken all that lightly. It didn't exactly help that she'd practically propositioned him not three nights ago.

The whole reach and flexibility conundrum making his head spin. But that was something for another time. When he was alone, and she wasn't so damn close.

"Aye aye commander. Catching some shut eye." He mock saluted her before turning towards his cot.

"And Vakarian?"

"Yes Commander?"

"I think we've known each other long enough to leave the 'Commander' stuff behind don't you?" She smiled, turning with a wink and strutting almost down the long walkway to the mess.

If his mind wasn't so damn tired all of a sudden he'd have noticed the way his eyes watched as she swayed her hips back and forth. And he'd have probably mentally smacked himself for being so open about it.

But right now, the only love affair he wanted to have was with his cot, and her sweet glorious comfort.

A/N: first one over and done with. I'll update tomorrow with something actually interesting. Sorry about that.