Hush
She opens her eyes, her heavy breathing resonating loud in her ears; she blinks to clear her head. Twisting around, she sees the remnants of the Normandy flickering out like a dying fire, nothing but embers and molten metal. For a few moments, she forgets her fatal situation; she's so absorbed by the orange, hot veins of the Normandy, the stars, the planet below her.
In the distance she can see the Normandy's escape pods. She knows that the Alliance will track their beacon and find them soon; everyone will be okay.
Coldness creeps at the back of her neck and spreads quickly. Her eyes widen and she reaches frantically back to plug the hole, twisting and bending her body in desperation; a part of her knows it's useless, but a more fervent part of her wants to survive. She greedily consumes the last gasps of oxygen. A wave of dizziness washes over her and she almost passes out when a sudden tug snaps her back to life. The planet pulls her in, threatening to swallow her whole. She panics, but then she sees the Normandy above her, following her trail. She gazes at the ground far below before closing her eyes, exhaling the air she had been subconsciously holding in her cheeks. I guess, the captain is always supposed to go down with her ship, she thinks.
But you're not a captain. You're a commander.
She smirks. How strange that she would hear Garrus' voice at a time like this.
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A/N: Ohai. Yeah, I wrote this in, like, fifteen minutes. You know how I do. I'm sure someone has written something exactly like this so if you read this and are like "ZOMG YOU PLAGIARIZING BETCH!" know that I haven't found anything like this on the site...yet.
God, I'm bored. Why can't Christmas just come already?