Divided Plans:
N.J Jordbrukaren.
Hey guys, girls… And others. This was originally a fill for a prompt I saw, but I think I might make it more than that. That is up to you fine people, though.
Everything is Bioware's crap except for my Shepard's name; that belongs to yours truly. Anyway, on with the show!
Paolo Nutini - Last Request.
(ADDITIONAL AUTHORS NOTE: 30/11/2014: I have carefully (as much as one person can, anyway) gone over this to try to correct any/all grammar and spelling errors I could find. It has improved greatly, I believe. I will continue to do this with the other chapters of this story.)
Chapter One: Last Request:
A loud explosion rocked the fragile concrete structure in which they had been temporarily housed, bits of dust and debris falling to the ground followed by various sounds, each one louder than the last.
We will have to move out soon. This building will not last much longer, and if we remain here, we will all be crushed. Liara thought as she continued to sort the medi-gel packs before her, her mind not really focused on the task at hand. She could not believe this; near enough four years of non-stop work had led up to this very moment… Well, non-stop for Shepard anyway.
Liara's thoughts drifted to the Human, her hands unconsciously halting their activities.
Shepard.
For most of those four years, Liara had been completely head over heels for the Commander. She had meant to tell Shepard, but every time she came close to doing so, something else came along; first, it was Ilos and then came Shepard's death. After that, there was Cerberus and the Shadow Broker. Then, just when Liara thought it might be safe to finally speak up, Samantha Traynor hopped in her way, snatching Shepard up for herself.
Liara audibly growled at the mere thought of it. How dare she? How dare that Goddess-forsaken woman claim Shepard for herself? Liara sighed, raking in her emotions before they got the better of her. Of course, there had been times when she had thought things could work between herself and Shepard: the time when the Normandy had been locked down before Ilos, when she had found Shepard sulking in the mess hall… They had almost kissed that day. So close.
Then there was the aftermath of the fight with the Shadow Broker. All of the emotion had proven too much for Liara, which caused her to break down in front of the Commander. Liara hated feeling so vulnerable, but when Shepard wrapped her strong arms around Liara's body… Liara shivered at the memory.
Goddess, why couldn't I have just made her mine back then? Liara stopped thinking when the battle-damaged door on the opposite side of the room slid open, revealing the object of her unrequited affections.
"Hey, Liara. How are things going up here?" Shepard came to stand a few inches away from her, much to the Asari's dismay. There was nothing Liara wanted to do more right now then to simply grab the Human by the head with both hands and drag her down for a kiss. Just knowing that that was not possible, however, was slowly killing Liara inside.
"Everything seems to be in order, Commander Shepard."
Liara put her nerves on hold when she turned to see Shepard smiling a little. That cocky grin that made her heart, and other places around her body, ache. "Liara; I think we are well past formality, don't you?" The tall Human turned to face Liara, her hands coming up to take a hold of Liara's own.
The Asari's heart clenched painfully in her chest. It was too much to wish for… That Shepard would just tell her that she felt the exact same way that Liara did, but Liara could hope, right? "We are friends,"
There it is. The "friends" card.
"We aren't exactly on the battlefield right now, so can call me Dexter, if you want, okay?" The Human's voice was so soft, so caring and gentle. Liara wished she was the only one was allowed the privilege of hearing this side of her. Liara nodded her consent, her royal blue eyes remaining focused upon their clasped hands.
"Yes, thank you, Dexter." That name seemed to suit Shepard down to the ground. Liara pondered who had given her the moniker. She knew that the Human was an orphan, a child that had been abandoned in one of the larger Earthen Cities. New York, was it? Liara did not know why she was wondering whether she was right or not. She knew that she was right. That the place was called New York. She had read Dexter's file quite thoroughly, after all. But that name… 'Dexter', it was a sophisticated, strong name that spoke multitudes about Shepard's character. Liara's thoughts paused, her eyes looking up to meet Dexter's dark brown ones.
"This is it, isn't it, Shepard?" Liara asked quietly, her voice on the verge of breaking. The Commander looked away from Liara, her dark eyes focusing on the far wall.
"Yeah… I guess it is." Liara gently pressed her hand to Shepard's cheek, forcing the other woman to look her in the eyes. "And to think; five years ago neither of us would have imagined anything like this was headed our way." Shepard's eyes searched Liara's face for something… anything. Dexter would admit to herself that there used to be a time in their relationship when she thought that they could be more than just friends. She cared about Liara a lot during their time on the Normandy SR1. Perhaps a little more than a Commanding Officer should have cared about someone under his or her command. But that did not matter now. Shepard had not acted upon those feelings back then… maybe that had been for the best.
"Shepard."
"Liara."
They both smiled bashfully at one another, realising they had spoken in harmony.
"Ladies first." Dexter insisted. She knew that, at any other time, Liara would have likely given her the 'Asari are mono-gendered' speech, but right now, they both had a lot to say and not nearly enough time to say it.
So chivalrous even in times such as these. Liara smiled, moving her hand away from Shepard's cheek to rest it against the Spectres armoured shoulder. "I would like to offer you a gift, if you have time for it."
A gift? Crap… Shepard's mind raced as she went over a few personalised definitions of what the word "gift" might represent. All of which ended with her pinning Liara against the wall, her fingers prying the Doctors breastplate away from her hungry blue skin, Liara's breasts. Liara's moans of pleasure, her parted lips, her soft purple tongue... Stop it!
"Shepard?"
The Commander shook her head to try to clear whatever thoughts she may have been having. I think 'fantasy' is a more apt word, actually. She sagged ever so she had not been in public, she may have slammed her head into the nearest wall. Why was her brain always so hyperactive when it came to thoughts of Liara?
"What kind of gift, Liara?" Shepard berated herself for sounding unenthusiastic. Nothing can live up to your expectations now, can it? Shepard squared her jaw as she thought back to the image of her backing Liara up against the wall. Honestly? No. Nothing can live up to that.
If Liara had noticed her tone of voice, she had not made it obvious. "Do you remember when I first joined my consciousness to yours after Therum?" Shepard nodded –this time with extra enthusiasm.
Liara took a step closer to Shepard, the hand on her shoulder moving to slide down her arm, until they were, once again, hand in hand. "Some Asari use melds to share memories with their close friends… or Bondmates." When their eyes met this time, Shepard felt her mouth run dry. "As I consider you my closest friend, I would like to share this gift with you."
"Show me."
Liara smiled warmly as she took a few steps closer to Shepard. Her hand came back up to cup her cheek, the other resting at the back of her neck. The Asari gently tugged the Commander down so that their foreheads were touching. "Close your eyes, Shepard," A soft blue thumb gently traced the taut line of her jaw. "Relax."
Everything went eerily quiet, flashing purple briefly before fading into black. The only constant was the sensation of Liara touching her cheek, neck and forehead. When Shepard felt it was time she opened her eyes, she did so. Her heart immediately calmed within her chest as she saw Liara standing before her, her soft blue eyes watching her warmly.
Come on, Liara, this is your only chance. When Shepard pulled away from her and turned to face the front, watching the fond (and not so fond) memories slowly pass her by, Liara closed her eyes. Her mind carefully pressed the meld deeper. The sensation she received in return was awe-inspiring. All she could feel was Shepard. All she could see was Shepard. Pure Shepard. It was… amazing. Her body took charge, now, and started the process of mapping the Commander's most desirable traits. A part of Liara felt incredibly guilty about taking all choice away from the woman she cared for… The woman she loved. But everything inside her told her she could not survive if she lost her again. At least this way she would always have a piece of Commander Dexter Shepard with her, no matter what happened within the next few hours.
A powerful sensation poured over Liara as Shepard's traits imprinted within her. The feeling was unimaginable, and, through their shared bond, Shepard could feel it a little bit, too. She did not know what was going on exactly, but part of her knew this was more than a simple memory meld. However, that part of her was oblivious and would never single-handedly guess the true extent of what had just occurred.
When the pair eventually separated, Liara fell forward and into Shepard's waiting arms. Her knees felt weak, but her body felt energized. Did I...? Liara subtly placed one of her hands against her armoured abdomen. I did. Liara looked up to Shepard, her eyes slightly watery from what Shepard had just unknowingly done for her.
"That was…"
"I know." Shepard said calmly, that perfect lopsided grin appearing upon her face. "Different, wasn't it?"
"Shepard… Dexter-" Liara was about to tell the Spectre about what she had just done, perhaps out of guilt, or perhaps she just wanted to see Shepard's reaction. Either way, Liara did not get the chance as she was cut off by the sound of Kaidan's distant hollering.
"I'd best be off. I don't want the party to start without me." Lame joke, Shepard. Nice. "Be ready." Before she went to leave; the Commander reached down, giving the Liara a surprising hug. "Stay safe. I don't want to have to be the one to tell Feron if you get hurt out there. I know how much he cares about you."
Without another word, she flees the room, leaving Liara alone with nothing to keep her company but her thoughts… her guilty, guilty thoughts.
Stupid Feron. Shepard seethed as she stood outside the makeshift med lab.
No, stupid you! If you want her, go for her. Dex shook her head, a half-tired, half-sad smile forming upon her lips.
And what of Sam? She means a lot to me as well… I can't just leave her. I just couldn't.
Unexpectedly, another part of Shepard's mind joined the argument. Only, this one acted coolly and spoke nothing but the brutal truth.
Dexter, stop telling yourself that Feron would be devastated if something happened to Liara. It is you who would be devastated. Just admit it, already.
Shepard slumped against the wall behind her. "I love Liara…" She muttered. Pushing herself off the concrete, she began her journey towards the 'War Room'.
I love her. Damnit, I love her so much it actually hurts.
Bullets flew in every direction as Liara manoeuvred her way around the slim battlefield. She paused and ducked for cover behind a nearby lamppost as one of the Banshees up ahead fired off a warp in her direction.
Please do not come for me. Liara swiftly switched out the clip in her SMG, replacing it with a fresh one. She tried to focus her mind on anything other than the thought this Banshee grabbing her around the neck, very similarly to what one of them had done to Rila back at the Monastery on Lesuss.
Liara's eyes went wide when she heard the tell-tale Banshee screech emanate from somewhere directly behind her, but, before she could act, Shepard had already leapt to her defence. Liara watched, still wide eyed, as Shepard ran towards her, using the half wall she was hiding behind to vault herself up to match the Banshees height. Shepard's fist flashed with the familiar dark purple tone that Liara had come to associate with her biotics. As Shepard's glowing hand latched onto the Banshees throat her omni-blade sprang to life, easily sliding right between the Banshees dead, black eyes, effectively stopping the beast in its tracks.
"Run, Liara!" Shepard barked as she ripped her omni blade from the dead creature's face, white ooze dripping from the weapons holo-surface as she did so. Even with the distinct rasp in Shepard's voice, it was still an incredibly forceful sound. Liara did not need any further prompting. She quickly got to her feet, running in the opposite direction, towards the artillery weapons.
"No! They're still not calibrated!" The Asari panicked, her hands helplessly bashing the holographic interface.
Shepard followed Liara to where she stood, coming up beside her, her gloved hand unconsciously touching the small of the Asari's armoured back. "Where's Garrus when you need him, hmm?"
Liara smiled a little at Shepard's ill-timed humour. Her resilience is one of the many things you love about her remember? Liara shook her head to clear those thoughts. Now was not the time for adoration. Her digits halted their frenzied movements upon the AAC guns interface. It is not the right time for a child either, but you threw that rule straight out of the airlock. Hidden by the panel in front of her, Liara's hand rested upon her lower abdomen. You are pregnant and you are actively fighting in a war. What does that say? Liara snarled a little as she forced herself to focus upon the panel before her, her hand coming back up to re-join the other. I would hardly call myself pregnant…
You have a child growing within you. It may not be a fully-formed child just yet, but it is in the making. Liara T'soni, you are pregnant, and with the great Commander Shepard's child, no less.
"Hush." The she uttered, not realising that she had spoken aloud.
Shepard slid the hand on Liara's lower spine upward, her thumb tracing soothing patterns around her upper back. "I'm sorry." She eyed Liara worriedly "What's wrong?"
Liara shook her head again, the vague sensation of Shepard touching her acting as a balm to her frayed nerves. "No… I'm sorry." A silent moment passed between the two as the Asari lost herself in sensations playing over her spine. "I… The gun still won't calibrate."
"Looks like we have to head further in then." The Commander lifted her spare hand, the familiar dark purple glow surrounding her clenched fist. "Move out!"
Liara awoke to the sound of rapid gunfire and constant screaming. Her head was pounding and her leg felt as though it had cramped up, only this pain was not fading away with time.
"Doctor T'soni, thank god you're okay!" Garrus announced, obviously relieved. He slid on his knees in the mud beside. "Are you able to walk?"
Even though the pain in her leg was excruciating, Liara managed to force herself up onto her feet, leaning heavily upon the Turian for assistance. "Yes, I am pretty sure I can walk." She paused, fright clawing at her gut. "Where is Shepard?" Although Liara's voice sounded more panicked than perhaps it should have, she did not care. She may well have prepared for the worst, but she still very much wanted Shepard to survive this. To come out of the other side and be okay. Was that really too much to ask for?
"The Commander ran into that beam about an hour ago. No one has heard from her since… or Anderson for that matter."
"We should be up there with her!" Liara struggled against Garrus' hold, her face contorting in a mixture of rage and pain when he refused to release her. "Let go of me!" When her biotics flared to life he finally loosened his grip a little.
"T'Soni, the beam closed just after Anderson followed Shepard up there. And even if it was still open, it's too dangerous for someone in your condition to use." Garrus' voice was quiet… too quiet. Liara looked at him wide-eyed, unsure about what to make of his statement.
"W-What do you mean 'it's too dangerous to use'?" When Garrus' head turned to follow a medic as he ran by him, she pressed her question further. "Garrus?" Again the Turian did not turn to her. Liara grabbed his shoulder, shoving him to face her. "What do you mean?"
"Well… we don't know what it does to the person who uses it, and, since neither Anderson nor Shepard have reported back yet, one can only expect the worst."
"Don't you dare, Garrus Vakarian! You are more optimistic than this!" Liara looked at Garrus, her eyes watery from tears that she refused to let fall. "I know that you believe in Shepard a lot more than you let on, so do not give me that!" Liara sighed deeply, her hand coming up to cover her mouth as she tried to stifle a sob.
Garrus swallowed thickly, his piercing eyes watching as Liara tried to compose herself. Damn it, Shepard; are you the only person in the Galaxy who can't see how much Liara cares for you? A long breath of air escaped him as he glanced down to the floor, pausing when he noticed just how much of the indigo coloured lifeblood was seeping through Liara's armour. "T'Soni, you're hurt!"
Liara sniffled, grimacing when she put a bit more pressure upon her wounded leg. "I am fine-"
Garrus made short work of scooping her up. "That might work when Shepard says it, but it won't work when Liara T'Soni does. I'm taking you to a medic."
Liara went to protest, but quickly reminded herself of the gift she had given Shepard mere hours before. Actually, technically speaking you took the gift from Shepard. Liara shook her head. She did not need to be plagued by her righteous mind right now. The bottom line was that she did not want anything to happen to the gift. She wanted it safe. "Okay…"
Garrus' mandibles twitched in question, his eyes squinting. "Giving up so easily, T'soni? I never thought I'd see the day."
Despite all that was going on, Liara gave him a tiny smile. It did not reach her eyes, but it was there. "Shepard needs everyone at their best, even if she is not here to see it."
Liara felt Garrus lower her down onto a nearby crate, careful hands already starting to remove the armour that covered her wounded calf. "Doctor Chakwas." He greeted.
Chakwas seemed to appear out of thin air, all kitted out and ready for action… well, medical action, at least. "Garrus, I am glad to see that you and Doctor T'Soni are…" She paused, her grey brows knitting slightly. "…relatively in one piece."
"You too, Ma'am." Garrus returned, as he stood over them, M-29 Incisor in hand, just in case.
Liara felt her stomach churn slightly when she saw Chakwas wince at her now unarmoured calf. "This is quite a wound, Liara. How on earth did this happen?" At Liara's confused expression and hesitant shrug, Garrus crouched down beside them, deciding to do the speaking for her. Despite his divided attention, the Asari could still see the fiery determination and stern protectiveness held deep within his eyes. She would hate to be the thing that attempted to come between them and him.
"Harbinger used his super weapon on the field, exploding a nearby Mako. When the thing blasted apart, a piece of shrapnel flew in Dr T'soni's direction, catching her in the lower leg. I was too late to stop it…" Garrus lowered his head in shame. "I'm so sorry, Liara." Liara knew how most Turian's prided themselves upon saving others. Glory in death on the battlefield, and all that. But this was Garrus. He just wanted to protect one of his closest friends the only way he knew how, and, in his eyes, he had failed.
"It is not your fault, Garrus. Besides, without you, I would not be here right now. I think that counts as you helping me, does it not?" Garrus looked up into Liara's eyes searchingly. Without saying another word he gave her a solemn nod and got back to his feet, returning to his guard. This simple gesture told Liara how much her words had lifted his spirit.
"This wound is really quite severe, Liara, I think we ought to get you back into the infirmary building so I can treat it properly."
And that sentence snapped her straight back to reality. "No, we need to wait for Shepard!"
Chakwas got to her feet, her weathered eyes watching as the Asari barely kept her outrage contained. "Liara, Shepard will come back once she has done her job." Chakwas continued to watch Liara as she applied disinfectant to her gloved hands. "She has a lot to come back to."
Unfortunately, at this very moment in time, Liara shifted to look up at Chakwas. The Human Doctor had suddenly averted her gaze to the nearby comm link that one of the engineers had just connected to aboard the Normandy, more specifically, to Specialist Traynor. Liara worried her lower lip with her teeth as she glared at Traynor's holo-image. One-half of Liara accepted that Traynor was a beautiful woman and thatshe and Shepard are lucky to have found one the other half of her refused to agree. Give over, T'soni! You know as well as I do that Traynor is the one who is lucky to have Shepard. Do you feel that in your gut? That is jealousy. Something you could have avoided if you would have just told Shepard how you felt sooner. No one is to blame for this jealousy other than you. Her mind went back to a time when she had arrived on the CIC deck, only to see Shepard and Traynor talking away like… like Bondmates would. She saw Shepard gently touch Traynor's hand as she walked off towards the cockpit. It killed her inside every time she saw the two interact, knowing that each chat brought them a bit closer, thus, taking Shepard a bit further away from her.
"You are right, Doctor. I'll come with you." It was a barely audible whisper, but Chakwas still heard. She immediately pressed her finger to the comm device hidden within her ear, calling for evac. The shuttle would escort them to a makeshift hospital that had quickly been constructed in one of the lesser affected areas surrounding London.
"Liara, there has been extensive damage done to your calf, and there may still be more shrapnel imbedded beneath. We are going to have to perform emergency surgery." Liara was not properly focused upon what Chakwas was actually saying. To her it was all babble and white noise. Shepard hasn't come back yet. The same mantra ran around her mind like ticker tape.
"Doctor T'Soni?"
"Do whatever it is that you need to do." Liara's voice was timid and broken. Her unusually dull eyes focusing upon the floor by her feet.
Chakwas didn't like the way that the Asari was speaking. Like she had already given up hope. She saw the look behind Liara's eyes. She looked so incredibly upset. Chakwas wrote a mental note to speak with Liara about this later. She couldn't have one of her favourite crew members getting upset. She refused to allow it. "Okay, Liara. I'll get the medics to prep you for surgery."
Liara exited the bathroom, her skin fresh from having just come out of the shower. She delicately dabbed at her skin as she dried off, her touches becoming even softer as she went around her swollen abdomen. A warm, loving smile graced her lips as she rested a gentle hand against the dramatic bump. Whilst she tenderly rubbed the lower part of her abdomen with her thumb, an arm wrapped around her from behind. A hand rested upon hers, continuing to rub the same spot. Liara smiled, knowing exactly who it was.
"Say what you like, Liara, but I think you look more and more beautiful with each passing day." Shepard punctuated her statement by pressing a soft kiss to one of the extremely sensitive folds upon the back of Liara's neck, causing the Asari to sag further into Shepard's embrace.
"Shepard…" Liara chided herself for sounding so weak and needy. But, in this stage of her pregnancy, she could not help it. Even the smallest touch from Shepard was enough to turn her into a mess.
"I'm taking advantage, I know." She felt Shepard chuckle behind her, the vibrations sending shivers up her back. "But I can't just stand there and let your beauty go unacknowledged. I refuse to." Liara went to reply, but her voice trailed off into a moan when Shepard ran her tongue in between two of her soft neck folds.
Liara turned in the Human's strong embrace, nothing between them but Shepard's boxer shorts and the Asari's tummy.
"Thought you could get away from me, huh?" Liara's knees felt weak as she listened to Shepard's possessive, dark tone, her royal blue eyes locking with Shepard's own, midnight black ones.
"Perhaps." Liara cocked an eyebrow as she examined Shepard's body. Dexter Shepard was the opposite of feminine in bodily appearance: small breasts, lanky form, no hips and visible muscles. But Liara loved it. It gave the two of them a bigger contrast. Even with her slender form, Shepard's strength was undeniable. She felt like swooning when she saw Shepard's prominent abdominal muscles twitch in anticipation.
She wants to ravish you as much as you want to be ravished. Liara thought to herself, a seductive smile appearing upon her beautiful blue lips. Shepard took both of Liara's hands in her own and began walking backwards, pulling the Asari with her.
"Well, that's not going to happen, my lady."
"Oh, really?" Liara bit her lower lip in anticipation.
Shepard grinned, that cocky grin… I find Shepard too attractive for my own good, I must admit. Liara bit her lower lip even harder.
Shepard continued guiding Liara onto the bed, careful not to hurt her or their child in any way. "I want to make you feel good, Liara." Shepard growled as she laid her lover down, her hands quickly moving to gently pry Liara's legs apart so that she could settle between them. The Spectre began kissing her way up the side of Liara's neck, her mouth coming to rest inches away from her aural fold.
"That's if you want me to, of course?" That voice, usually so commanding and stoic, was so unbelievably gentle against her skin. The sounds and sensations made Liara's back arch, her mouth falling slightly agape to allow a soft moan to escape her. Shepard smiled to herself when she felt Liara loop her arms about her shoulders; the Asari's nails digging into her neck slightly.
"Shepard…"
"Shh." Shepard pressed a butterfly soft kiss to delicate blue lips, silencing her lover. "Save your energy." Liara was only becoming more aroused by how faintly Shepard was talking to her. Even now, she was not used to this side of the Commander. She was usually on the battlefield, bellowing orders from the top of her lungs, but now… Liara whimpered. She found Shepard's 'bedroom' voice very satisfying.
Blue eyelids fluttered to a close. Shepard's lips were kissing their way down her body, taking extra care of her sensitive breasts. When Shepard was above Liara's swollen stomach she rubbed it with her hand, her lips kissing a line down the daintily curved flesh. "Liara, you are so beautiful. No words can express that enough." The Asari heard what her lover was saying, but the sweet sensations she was feeling were taking over. Her head thrashed from side to side, the feeling of Shepard kissing her inner thighs proving unbearable. Her Commander spread her further apart. "So… so beautiful." Shepard's hot breath against her core was too much, slender blue digits reached down to crush a handful of bed sheet in between her clenched fist.
"Goddess, Shepard, I need you to touch me… be inside me."
Shepard accepted no further prompting. She wanted to give the mother of her child exactly what she needed and wanted right in this moment. She would do anything to please the Asari she loved, the Asari she wanted to spend the rest of her days with.
"Liara…"
"Liara."
"Liara is okay, then?" Garrus asked impatiently. Right now, Liara was one of the only crewmembers that he knew was safe and he wanted to make sure that she stayed that way. Doctor Chakwas nodded, her thoughts more focused upon reading something off her data pad. "Thank the Spirits! Shepard would kill me if anything happened to her best biotic… Best not including herself, anyway." He chuckled.
Liara sighed and sank further into the hospital bed, having been awoken by Garrus' voice. B-But, that all felt so real! Her brain was still foggy from the drugs and surgery, but that dream… It had seemed so much like reality. Liara sighed, her fists scrunching a few times as if she was trying to suppress the anger that had just taken hold of her entire form.
Chakwas looked up to Garrus, sharing a laugh with him. They both knew how cocky Shepard was about her biotics… not that she did not have a good reason to be. For a Human, she was very apt with her skills. She was no Asari, but she was capable. And, after the Prothean Beacon incident on Eden Prime all those years ago, her skills had only become stronger, though, not without a lot more training. Commander Shepard was truly a force to be reckoned with on the battlefield, in every sense of the phrase.
"Liara is in very good health, considering what you lot have just faced out there." The Doctor glanced up from her data pad, looking towards the curtained off area that Liara was behind. "Something was off with her stats last I checked, however. I think I'm going to keep her here for a while longer, until I can make sure she is alright." Garrus nodded. Whatever was up with Liara, Doctor Chakwas could fix it.
"Whatever you say, Doctor."
Chakwas looked back to the mopey sounding Turian, a look of mirth hidden behind her eyes. "You are allowed stay here with her if you'd like to, you know."
Garrus pulled his rifle out from off of his back, squaring it as if he was weighing it up. "Thanks for helping Liara out, Doc. But, I'd best get back kicking some Reaper ass, whilst there is still some left to kick."
Chakwas looked up from the chart she was studying, her gaze fixing squarely upon the Turian stood in the centre of the busy infirmary. "Be careful, Garrus."
He nodded. "Take care, Doctor." And with that Garrus turned and left the building, his angry sky blue eyes fixing upon the giant Reaper that was hauling itself around in the distance.
If only looks could kill.
The stale, baking hot air clogged the back of her throat as she tried to breathe, causing her to wheeze and choke.
I wish I were dead. Sticky blood coated digits gripped helplessly at the surrounding rubble. No you don't. You may be in pain, but you aren't stupid. Shepard smirked, but that soon turned into a grimace. A fresh wave of pain washed over her, causing her to release her hold on the rubble, her broken body falling back down to the ground beneath. A coughing fit racked her body as she choked upon the dust her movements had kicked up. I saved the Galaxy. My job here is done, as far as I am concerned. Shepard argued back to her internal voice. That's no reason to give up. What about Sam? Shepard frowned as she thought on it more. What about Liara?
Shepard ceased thinking when there was a loud clatter from somewhere in the distance, over her head. Before she could react a sharp thin beam fell from above, stabbing her straight through the right side of her chest and only stopping when it slammed into the concrete beneath her.
Shit… This isn't good.
The next chapter won't be as long, I promise you. I'm just getting into the swing of things.
N.J, out!
