This is the first fanfic I've written in 3 or 4 years, so I'm a bit weak at it but hopefully the practice will help. This will be a Shepard/Garrus romance later on. It won't focus too much on the main ME2 storyline but on the freetime of the characters. Please review and send feedback. Also, apparently, I mispressed a button so my story got deleted so I'm reuploading this! Also, this may take me longer than I originally intended because I'm trying to figure out how the BLEEP I want to work this out!
And of course, I do not own any of the characters from the Mass Effect series.
"Two years." Valarie Shepard whispered to herself, as she gazed at her reflection in the mirror. She studied herself; grey eyes that could either be silverish when she was happy, or steel grey when angry, lips stained pink from her favorite gloss (a girl has to have her foibles) and freckles dancing along her nose and cheeks. She raised a hand to lightly brush the scars left over from the operation that brought her back to life.
Brought me back to continue the fight. She thought, her features setting in determination as she pushed away from the mirror and left her cabin, pushing the button to the elevator. Making sure her commanders uniform was straightened as she took it down, she left behind Valarie Shepard, a woman who doubts herself and feels hopeless about her odds, and steps onto the deck as Commander Shepard, a strong and assured leader.
"There's no mail for you at this time, Commander." Yeoman Kelly Chambers informed Shepard, who gave a quick nod to Chambers. Stepping up to the galaxy map, Shepard looked over her options, and mentally thought over the missions waiting for her.
"Joker, bring us in to Omega." she ordered, falling back into a military stance. "Inform Miranda and Jacob to prepare to head out as well."
"Aye aye, Commander." Joker responded over the intercom, while Shepard just stared at the galaxy map.
Time to save the universe again.