Summary: When the crew of the Normandy decided it was time that Garrus and Shepard tied the knot, everyone chipped in for the preparation. It was to be the perfect wedding for the couple, but with the motley crew in charge, was it?


A huffing and puffing Grunt came running past the window behind which Garrus sat with one talon massaging his head. The floor of the ship started to vibrate and he opened one eye to watch the parade of huffings and puffings.

"How many Krogans are there on this ship?" he asked.

"About twenty eight, the whole of the best leaders in the fucking Aralakh company," Zaeed answered him.

Garrus shook his head slowly. Then he just stopped and opened both his eyes when a figure appeared at the window, following the line of Krogan war band.

"Is that...," Garrus pointed at it. "Is that Vega at the end of the line?"

Zaeed turned to watch the human huffed and puffed like the rest of the Krogans as he ran passed.

"That was James alright," Zaeed answered after the human had rounded the corner and disappeared from view. "Can't really tell if you aren't really looking, can you? That guy is build like a baby Krogan."

"My head," Garrus said, closing his eye again. "I've got the biggest sledgehammer doing a number inside right now. Where are we going again?"

"Rannoch," Zaeed smiled.

"Why are we going there?" Garrus asked.

"It's a fucking surprise! But I tell you, mate," Zaeed was excited. "I've brought enough alcohol to put our last party at the Citadel to shame."

"Why are we going to Rannoch again?" Garrus needed an answer.

"Not getting it out of me, mate. But you'll fucking love us for the surprise."

Garrus covered his eyes with his talon. The floor started to vibrate again.

"Did Grunt just run past again with his krogans?" Garrus did not look up this time.

"Yap," Zaeed said. "He just did. They do that daily, three times a day. Don't bother walking this floor at those times. They are like the fucking charging Spanish bulls. They don't stop to even say hello after they storm and step over you.

"Spirits, he and his company's running is killing me. The thumping...," Garrus groaned.

"You rather have them come in here to say hi instead? I could call them."

"Nevermind," Garrus answered. "We'll will let them run. Who the hell turn on the spotlights?"

"Those are the usual lights, mate." Zaeed shook his head.

"Spirits, I hate being drugged," Garrus said. "Wait till I get my hands on those guys."

"Get in line," Zaeed laughed. "You might not have anything left to get your hands on after Shepard's done with them."


The war was already over for soon to be half a decade.

The Reapers had been gone four years.

Garrus and Shepard were more or less settled in their daily routine as a couple.

The universe was once again alive and bustling with life. Rebuilding process was still ongoing but most of the work were already finished.

Many brilliant minds were left behind with the billions on Earth that faithful day the Reapers were destroyed. As if what had happened was planned by an unseen divinity rooting for the universe's survival, these minds comprised of so many different and yet vital areas of needs that when they got together to come up with plans for survival after the relays went offline, they found that they were able to do more than just set up programs for survival. Plans were then drawn up to revive the universe, bringing it back to its former glory one step at a time, using all the talents and innovations from everyone across the races. The first on the list to be fixed were the Geth, who had all gone offline after the relays went dead, the same time the Reapers died. With the help of the best minds in technology and science working together, the Geth who had come with the rest of the races to the Battle of Earth had all been made fully functional again in little less than a few months. It was not as hard as people had thought. All they needed to do was to put one Geth back into operation and the rest was easy. One reawakened Geth could setup a network to reboot close to a hundred of its kind. And when that hundred were functional, the rest were enabled within days.

These Geth, working ten times faster and never needing rest like the organics did, was able to repair and rebuild with greater efficiency than anyone else, allowing within months, the first rely to come back online. Within a year, all the relays around the major home planets of the different races were all working and transporting cargoes and civilians again. The world had finally come to a golden age of peace and friendship with races remembering how they had fought the greatest battle of all time together as one entity.

Of all the people who could have found Commander Shepard and nursed her back to life, and the last person anyone would have thought to even care enough to take up the job, was the ex-queen of Omega.

It was Aria, not the Alliance, who started a grid search immediately after the war was over, taking three whole weeks of non-stop working and digging to find and extract survivors. Out of the three hundred survivors found, Shepard was among them.

It took the crew of the crashed Normandy SR2 exactly a year to get back to Earth, the Normandy itself arrived home in pieces to be rebuilt again following the crew's departure.

None of the non-human crew members went back to their home planets because they all had the same mind to get to the Earth first, knowing that Shepard was found alive.

By the time Garrus and the Normandy's crew arrived on Earth, Shepard was out of coma, thanks to her enhanced cybernetics, and Aria was acting like a protective mother hen.

"No sex till she's fully functional," Aria warned Garrus when he first came rushing into the bunker. "Or I'll cut your Turian balls out and sling it on to the top of that clock tower."

And so, for the next two months, Shepard was mothered by the self-appointed nurse - Aria, her Turian boyfriend, her friends and crew members from the Normandy till one day, Aria decided too many people were hampering Shepard's rest and full recovery.

So, Aria ended up striking a deal with Wrex to send the Commander to Tuchanka to stay out the rest of her recovery. That was when the rest of the crew finally dispersed and went home to their planets, except the Turian.

That was more than three years ago.

Tuchanka rebuilt at a pace that rivaled Earth. Many of the krogans who had fought in the war had seen enough of other beautiful worlds to want the same for theirs. Air filtering facilities spawned up first all over the planet, cleaning up the air while buildings and farm lands started to appear all across the planet. Female krogans no longer stay in camps under guard. Instead, they too, started working in building constructions, farming and engaging in the occasional brawl over some glasses of ryncol.

When Aria told Wrex Shepard was to be sent to Tuchanka, the first thing he did was to obtain a good size bunker cabin which had its own air and water filtration system. It had a walk-in freezer where Wrex stocked up on whatever Dextro and Levo food he could get his hands on in the aftermath of the war. So, the cabin was not only comfortable, it was a well stocked and self-contained fortification. And knowing its two occupants, armed better than a Turian warship.

So it came as a shock to the Omega's boss when she and Wrex walked in one day four and a half years after the war was over to find a messy, emptied bunker.

"They had a lover's spat?" Aria asked. "Never thought the Turian dared. Shepard would have tore him a new one."

"No blood here," Wrex said. "And the two don't fight the way we define fighting. They point their weapons outwards, never towards each other."

"Then how the fuck do you explain the mess?" Aria asked. "It's definitely not your Tuchanka wind."

"Beats me," Wrex shrugged. "Maybe they decided to go skinny dipping in a rush?"

"Look krogan," Aria said. "I've known you long enough to know you're as worried as I am. So quit the show and let's find out what the hell happened here."

"Or what?" Wrex laughed. "Or you'll try your best to kill me like you've tried before?"

Aria watched the Battlemaster from beyond her eyelashes. Slowly, her mouth craved into a smile,

"You know what happened to them, don't you?" she asked.

"I know they won't be harmed," Wrex said. "Although I won't say they aren't in danger."

"What the fuck happened here?" Aria asked. "Look Wrex, I've invested a lot of time and effort bringing Shepard back from the dead. She's as much mine as she's the Turian's. So you have better tell me what happened to those two or I will tear through Tuchanka finding them. And it will cost you only more work to rebuild what you have been rebuilding."

"You're welcome to try, mom," Wrex smirked.

"Just tell her, Urdnot Wrex," Bakara said, walking into the bunker carrying their youngest. "Can't you tell Aria is worried sick?"

"I can't tell," Wrex said, enjoying himself.

"Oh, you insufferable bastard," Asia said under her breath.

"It's nothing bad," Bakara told Aria. "Sit down and I'll tell you."


Notes: I have not read many weddings on these two. Noted, there are some and they are all very good but I think these two deserve a longer wedding than others. So, on my way to finishing Choices, Choices, I have planned in my head, a series of chapters that revolves around that one event - their wedding.

08/21- I am looking through the first few chapters again and editing them. I never actually liked how I wrote the earlier chapters. Now that I have more time, I will go back through them and twit them.