This is my first fanfic, so please be gentle.
Also, TOTAL END GAME SPOILERS.
I recently played through Mass Effect on the PC and fell in love with the whole turian/human prospect almost instant I saw Nihlus. After Garrus joined my team I alt-tabbed and immediately checked to see if he was available as a romance option. So since BioWare declined my fangirl-gasm, I decided I would make this to help other fangirls cope with this tragedy.
Bioware owns all of Mass Effects characters, and should romance them. All at once. I'm looking at you, Mass Effect 2.
Reaper Reflections
Commander Shepard, the toughest human woman in probably the whole galaxy had a problem. She found her Turian crewmate and even turians in general, very attractive.
Everyone on her colony, including her own parents, had bad things to say about the talonned aliens whom they fought in the first contact war. Jane Shepard was definitely not one to share that sentiment, accepting of all aliens… well, at least organic ones. The aliens she served with were brave men and women and she always considered it an honor to work together on teams with them. Being a spectre only reinforced her goal to increase the goodwill between the numerous species, although sometimes it put her at odds with her own people.
Shepard drummed her fingers on the smooth railing that surrounded the raised area to the galaxy map. She pinched and zoomed on the sprawling map around while occasionally checking her journal, mapping out an economical route of planets they should visit before next shore leave. Jane enjoyed the time out on missions if only for the opportunity to work with Garrus, the turian she had come to love more than just a friend. However, she had always kept herself reserved, being a marine. Garrus helped her forget about the horrors of the prothean visions she still received and the still fresh Virimire loss of Kaiden, whom she thought she would have wound up with eventually, because of their shared humanity and past. His brave sacrifice not only filled her with self inflicted guilt as a failed commander but also the questions of what the stars themselves held for her romantically, if anything.
Jane felt herself sigh and close the map out. Since they were still docked at the Citadel, she decided she would take a brief break and go to the embassy lounge. It was quiet and would be easy enough to have a drink in peace, although everything had changed now since the reaper was defeated and the whole Citadel recognized her even more. Repairs had been made surprisingly fast on the citadel due to a group effort of all the species under the councils influence. Citadel Tower, the place where Jane almost died, was still ruined because of the continuing investigation of the reapers ship. She shivered as she walked up the embassy lounges stairs, stopping to sign a few autographs along the way. When the panel opened to the lounge, politicians and other marines chattered and she soon found a crowd around her. Shepard pulled her serious business tone and politely left as soon as she could.
As her eyes darted to the familiar Asari hologram at the bottom of the Embassy stairs, Shepard got an idea. She quickly jogged down to the Citadel Rapid Transit and keyed in the best location she knew- the infamous Chora's Den. She knew it was crazy, but she really needed a good drink now. She walked in confidently, her eyes scanning for anything suspicious. Seeing nothing out of the ordinary, she got a drink and sat down at a table. The music was loud but no one paid much attention to her. She brushed her blonde hair out of her face and took a sip of some turian liquor. To be honest, she liked it better than the human kind. It was sweet, although a bit thick on the taste buds. Knowing her luck, she was sure it was probably made out of something gross, like elcor armpits. She cracked a smile thinking of that near death experience of its own.
Her smile straightened out however when she noticed a turian shadow fall upon her table. She looked up, surprised to see General Septimus, who she had shooed out of this place for the consort. She raised her eyebrows as he sat down with a drink in hand. He looked sloshed.
"Sir?" Shepard said, unsure about this intrusion. Septimus merely winked at Shepard.
Okay, Jane thought. This is getting pretty weird. She tried again.
"Are you okay Septimus? What are you doing here?" Shepard said. She leaned over in concern. That was her downfall as the General suddenly grabbed her glass and downed it before leaning over and grabbing her with both arms. Her eyes opened wide as the turian brought her into a tight hug. Could it even be called a hug? He was crushing her!
"Septimus! Lay off!" She tried to shove him off. She heard him laugh and he only tightened the grip.
"I liked the way you dealt with me earlier, Shepard. I think I'll-" Before he could finish, a shot rang out and hit him in the shoulder. He flew off of her and Shepard finally could breathe again. She drew her own weapon, facing the next danger. Instead, she saw Garrus. His eyes were glowing, mandibles flaring. He looked so incredibly pissed at Septimus it startled her. He turned his head to Shepard.
"Commander, are you all right?" He said, in worried but restrained tone. Shepard replaced her weapon and tried to squeak out a reply. Her ribs were still healing from the Reaper's crash so all she could do was sit down quickly and grasp her sides.
"Bastard..." She muttered looking at Septimus. "They were just healing into place too!"
What Garrus did next took her by surprise. He picked her up, princess style, and promptly walked out of there. She tensed in his arms, unsure about this gesture.
"Well that was surprising." She smiled up at him. Garrus shifted his glance and cleared his throat. "Since my assignment as a Spectre, the council has given me small cases here and there to make sure I'm trustworthy. Apparently they are still worried I'll turn into Saren even though I'm still under your command." He glanced back at his Commanders' face, which he saw was listening intently. She always paid attention to anything he told her, something he had never experienced with anyone else. It made him feel...special. His stomach turned. I'm a turian,for god's sake, he thought angrily. He thought to himself again. And I'm picking up her human slang! But one look down at the smooth skinned human in his arms melted the cruel reality in his head. He hastily continued.
"Long story short, Septimus has been under surveillance over some inappropriate interspecies mingling. Apparently, he's been going for human females- unwilling human females." Garrus clarified, almost too quickly. "Thanks to the whole Citadel, when I heard you were heading to Chora's Den I naturally had to follow." She grimaced as he set her down gently on a bench overlooking the water in the presidium. "Let me call Dr. Chakwas, Commander. I will get her over here immediately to take a look at you." Garrus pulled out his transmitter only for her to push his talon back down.
"Leave it, Garrus." Jane ordered, draping her other arm around her waist.
"But Commander..." Garrus fussed over, lifting his arm up in protest.
"Garrus, that's an order!" She scolded. "I just need to get out of here. I need to get away from all this attention!" Her green eyes pierced him into his own eyes, which were scanning the human in his arm intently. She started to get up when Garrus picked her up. His mandibles seemed turned into a brief smile. Or was she imagining it? "Very well Commander." He walked over to the CRT monitor and they were off.
