Call me Maggie.

AN: Honestly I wasn't 100% satisfied with the quality of writing for my original fanfic 'Maggie' so I have essentially rewritten it, but from Maggie's point of view. You don't have to have read Maggie to enjoy this newest version, but you might find it interesting to do so. For those who haven't read 'Maggie' this follows the story of Garrus's time on Omega with an OC insertion to allow for a human / turian pairing with our favourite turian. ^^

As usual with my fanfics, this will contain violence, sex and swearing.

And a BIG thank you to Spyke1985 for being beta and fixing my AWFUL grammar and spelling issues. :) My work has never looked so good. ^^

They say one mans garbage is another mans treasure. Nothing could be more true when it came to Omega and me. Most of the galaxy sees Omega as something to forget about, to sweep under the carpet so to speak. Well that suits me fine. Most see Omega as a place of oppression, or darkness and danger. For me, Omega is freedom. Beautiful, blessed freedom.

The place I came from doesn't bear thinking about. In fact, I avoid thinking about it as best I can. I like to live in the now. The kinda scars I've got, it's the only way to stay sane. Or… well, sane-ish.

Bottom line, Omega was my haven. I flourished there. I had all the right skills to be useful, to find a place among the bloodthirsty and the stupid. I used everything I had; my wit, my intellect, and of course, my body. I reveled in the challenge, enjoyed and basked in the power my abilities gave me. People didn't know me by face, I was too careful for that kind of cock up, but I had a reputation. I became the little information broker of Omega. I knew everything, all the dirty little secrets, all the juicy gossip; just from being in the right ventilation shafts, or fucking the right idiots.

So I had a place, a place I liked, a place I understood and enjoyed… then Archangel came along. Fucking idiot.

At first I thought he was just like all the other do gooders that came to Omega. I gave him a week to live, sure that someone would blow his handsome head off just for saying the wrong thing. I certainly didn't expect our lives to become to entwined. I certainly didn't expect to give a shit about him.

So where did it go wrong? Why did I get myself involved with someone I knew was trouble? Well what can I say? I'm a sucker for trouble.

It was late into the night cycle and the drinking was in full swing when one of his lackey's approached me. A turian with lavender markings offered to buy me a drink. His name was Sidonis and I knew he worked for archangel, though that information was not widely known. Like I said… I knew the comings and goings of Omega; it's what made me so popular with the local Merc bosses. I had an unhealthy obsession with standing in the middle of that triangle and passing everyone's secrets to their enemies, just to get a kick out of watching them blow each other up.

The funniest thing was they never even knew it was me. You can imagine my shock then when the turian, who had for a while been making flirtatious small talk, suddenly asked me if he could get information from me. No one was supposed to know my face. I took a leaf out of the shadow brokers book and used a different identity to pass my information along.

I took it calmly though; I laughed with him, got him to buy me another drink, persuaded him to meet me out back. It didn't take much convincing. He didn't strike me as particularly smart.

He arrived through the back door and I grabbed him by the front of his cowl, slamming him against the filthy, piss smelling wall and putting a knife to his delicate throat. "Who sent you?" I spat, keeping my tones in a gravely low growl that I knew turians associated with serious threatening.

He raised his hands in a gesture of surrender. "No one!" He protested.

I dug the blade deeper into his skin, enough to draw a trickle of blue blood. "What do you know about me?"

"Only that you're in with the blue suns…" He insisted. "That you and their batarian leader got something going on. The bartender told me last night that you weren't adverse to um… spilling a few secrets, you know… for credits."

I lowered the knife an inch. "Tarak? You want information on him?" Tarak was the Merc boss I was more openly associated with. It wasn't much of a secret that I knew him pretty… intimately.

Sidonis nodded. "Yeah… the bartender…"

"Alright zip it. You've made your point." I let go of the front of his cowl and he visibly relaxed a little. I surveyed him through narrowed eyes. "What sort of information?"

He rolled out his shoulders a little, rearranging his simple armour. "He's running some slaving shipments through Omega… I was hoping you might have some details."

I folded my arms over my chest and glared at him. "So Archangel can interfere right?"

He played dumb, not that it took much acting. "I don't know what you mean…" He tried.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please. I know who you work with. That turian got here a couple of weeks ago and started shouting his mouth off. He's a magnet for trouble and other optimistic fools like you."

It was Sidonis's turn to survey me through narrowed eyes. "How do you know so much about Archangel?" He asked.

I smiled. "I have my resources." Honestly it had been a matter of pure chance. I'd literally bumped into him the day he arrived on Omega, he'd been so polite and kind I knew he didn't belong. When he'd said he was going to be sticking around, I made it my business to keep tabs on him. Not because he was handsome or anything, I just figured that much of an idiot would likely stumble over some interesting things sooner or later. Turns out I was right as that idiot turian became the legendary archangel. I knew more about him than any of his gang would have liked I was sure.

I have to admit though. For an idiot, he was doing alright. I confess I had some foolish curiosity in him. Perhaps that's what possessed me to give his lackey the information he wanted, free, for the time being. I transferred details of three of Tarak's slave shipments to his omni-tool and while he perused the data with a thanks on his tongue, I vanished into a shadow, leaving him to look around himself confused.

I avoided afterlife for a little while, not wanting to bump into Sidonis again too soon; but I did keep a closer eye on Archangel. Sure enough, within a week, all three of Tarak's shipments were disrupted; the ships destroyed, the slaves freed and the credits stolen. I had to give Archangel credit… he was good. It gave me a couple of evenings of amusement too, as Tarak paced his base wondering what the hell had happened, too stupid to ever once think that I might have had something to do with it. In fairness to the poor batarian, he didn't know that I'd hacked his personal console while he slept to get that information in the first place.

The thrill I got from seeing my actions have such an effect on Omega made another meeting with Sidonis inevitable.

He sought me out in Afterlife when I was next there. This time I dragged him into a private booth, making a show of him being 'just another client'. I straddled his lap and made nice against his mandibles and neck, all the time whispering eclipse's plans to smuggle a large amount of red sand through Omega.

He slipped a credit chit into my pocket as I ground my hips against his rapidly parting plates. The power I held over him was delicious; both in the information I was feeding him and the pleasure I was inflicting on his person. It didn't take much to get him begging for a different kind of help. For a few extra credits I did what he asked, making quick work of our pants… and his erection. He left Afterlife a very happy turian.

News reached me of the Eclipse's misfortune, and once again, I was able to sit back and bask in my private victory.

This sort of exchange went on for several months. Every now and again I would meet with Sidonis, he would slip me a cut of whatever the takings had been from their raids and I would slip him information along with a good time.

I didn't mind fucking Sidonis, even if he was a bit simple. He was a good turian; he liked to be led… to take orders. Shame I was so into bad boys, especially since sex with turians ticked so many of my personal boxes. There was something raw and powerful in them, something primal in their mating instincts that just drove me wild. Never mind that magic lower plate that hit just the right spot if you knew where to grind and the smooth flanging dual tones of their growling voices. Yeah… turians were definitely my favourite 'clients'.

I should have realized it wouldn't last. I should have known that eventually even stupid men like the leaders of the blue suns, eclipse and blood pack would twig that I was the only real connection between them and the attacks.

So that's how I found myself running for my life through the back allies of Omega, dodging bullets from krogan and vorcha. Garm himself was right on my tail, shouting and cursing me at the top of his lungs.

I ducked behind a large cluster of dustbins and bought up my omni-tool, sending an urgent message to Sidonis. Since our meetings had become regular, Sidonis had formed some kind of bond with me. I didn't mind it so much. He was pleasant enough to be with and his promise of protection should anything go wrong was definitely appealing. Especially now.

I admit, I was impressed at how fast he managed to reply to me, setting up a place for us to meet. He promised to bring muscle and to extract me from my current predicament.

I ducked out of cover again and dodged a few badly aimed shots as I legged it through a narrow passage, cutting through a few alleys and forcing my pursuers to take a longer route. One stray shot caught me in the ankle, causing me to yelp in pain and stumble, but I fought through the pain, continuing to run. I just had to hold them off for a little while; just till Sidonis got to me.

I made it to the rendezvous point completely out of breath. I didn't think I could run anymore even if I wanted too. Sidonis wasn't there yet so I had to wait. I waited for as long as I could before I heard the tell tale sounds of krogan and vorcha approaching. Glancing around I caught sight of two large ventilation shafts on either side of the alleyway and made fast work of the rusty grating at the bottom of the right hand ventilation shaft. It was a rough squeeze and a sharp piece somewhere caught my arm as I wriggled into the flimsy metal tube. I managed to replace the grating just as the krogan and vorcha arrived. I heard Garm order his men to look for me; but masked by the filthy smell of Omega, they couldn't find me.

I was waiting maybe ten minutes, worried that the blood dripping from my ankle onto the fans would give me away, when I received a message from Sidonis. He'd arrived, but couldn't locate me. I replied, warning him of the rusty condition of the metal and my ankle wound. If he was gonna start a fire fight, I was going to be a sitting duck in the old shaft.

Sure enough, after another minute or so, I heard the sound of explosions and gunfire, the roar of charging krogan and the screeching of hungry vorcha. I heard Garm shout for Archangel to be killed. I winced and stifled a scream as a shotgun round pierced the shaft and hit my already wounded leg, mangling it that little bit more. I felt a tear run down my cheek as I held back the fear and the pain. The shaft was stiflingly hot and stank of god only knows what. I could hardly breathe. Finally, the sound of fighting outside stopped.

I held my breath, not daring to breathe in case I was heard.

Then there was a knock on the metal around me. Someone was tapping for my attention. I knocked back, desperate for release and medigel. There were a few more shots, then the sound of the metal grate below me being ripped off.

"How the hell did she get in here!?" I heard the rumbling sound of an unfamiliar turian voice.

"She's nimble." I heard Sidonis reply. "Maggie!? It's all clear, come out here."

"I can't!" I managed to gasp through my pain. "Shit. I'm sorry Sid… I'm hit too bad."

There was a momentary pause, then the other turian spoke again. "Sidonis step back, Maggie brace yourself."

I cottoned onto his plan too late to say anything. The metal of the vent was ripped away, the sharp edging catching me to the hip and cutting pretty deeply. With the metal out of the way and yet another agonizing wound, I fell. I fell backwards and into the waiting arms of a turian in dark blue c-sec armour. He pulled away his helmet as he handed Sidonis more medigel; my turian friend already applying what he had to my mangled leg.

"We have to get her back to base." I heard Sidonis say. I barely registered his meaning though. I was captivated by the cool blue of turian eyes above me and the steady strength of the arms that were wrapped around my shoulders, clutching me in an instinctively protective stance.

"Archangel right?" How I managed to speak is beyond even me. Something in those beautiful eyes gave me strength.

He nodded a little. "Yeah, you alright?"

I managed a small smile. "I've survived worse. Thanks for coming for me though. I wasn't sure you would."

"Sure, just don't die on the way back. It would be a wicked waste of grenades."

I laughed, thrilled with his sense of humour, similar as it was to my own. I couldn't help but like him. "Yeah, I hear that. Mind giving me a lift? I'd walk but y'know…" I lifted my wounded ankle a little at him.

"Spirits, you'll be asking me to chew your food next." He remarked as he very gently moved his arms to brace themselves around me. Very slowly and carefully he lifted me and began to carry me, bridal style down the alleyway towards their home base. I confess… I was a little smitten with my turian rescuer; though, hell would freeze over before I ever told him that.