A/N: Edit: Well, there weremultiple accounts of murdering of the English language in this chapter, but I've arrested the foul elf who was doing this, and he shall never see the light of day again...PROMISE!!!(I.E. I fixed my mistakes...lol, the former seems a lot more funner that the latter.n_n)

Saren has been defeated, Sovereign is no more, and there have been great implications done by both the Council and the Alliance, together, to eradicate the Geth situation out in the Traverse. It was anyone's guess as to why Commander Shepard is still on edge.

Shepard continued for many weeks, after the victory at the Citadel, to send the Normandy, along her on board crew, on countless missions throughout known and unknown space, risking the health of everyone for an ease to her unexplainable uncertainty.

Uncertainty in the current state of, what the media called, "Galactic Peace and Prosperity". Uncertainty in the abilities of her crew; Shepard feels that, unless her team is constantly tested, they will fail. And, above all, Shepard feels disillusioned in her own profound skills, and had established seeds of doubt within her self conscious.

Unless she is forced out of this false reality she had created, engulfing her full well being, her entire crew, would be strained to the point of exhaustion, leaving them truly vulnerable and weakened.

During Shepard's usual ritual of inspection about the ship, the crew of the Normandy approached and surrounded her; this was an intervention from herself.

"What is going on here? Let me through!" Stunned by the seeming mutiny, Shepard's voice opened and swallowed the room in her anger.

I'm being betrayed, that's what's happening. What else could it be? They hate me, no, they just want me gone...well, I'm not going to go down like this.

Shepard came back, and eyes now glaring in each individuals' pupils, fear was rampant. This was a good time as ever to speak.

"I see this is a revolt, and for causes that I feel no need to hear. I am in charge and this nothing but an act against a superior officer. Me. Spectre Tabula Shepard!" She said it with pride and ego, but everyone felt the undertone of stubbornness and immobility.

"No commander, this is just a helping hand." Presley spoke, attempting to remain calm in front of the now pumped up and battle ready Shepard.

"Help is something that I have no need of, Presley. I am perfectly able to face whatever I may encounter, including any of you."

"We're just saying that…" Joker tried to get some words in, but it was only meet by the glare of his superior.

"Joker, how are? I say this because I don't care, as you obviously don't care for how I am feeling right now. I would ask you all to leave…" Shepard then turned her attention to the rest of the crew. "…but it would seem there is only one way to settle this, hmm?"

Caressing the handle of her pistol, everybody made sure to enlarge their circle and put more distance to their increasingly homicidal looking Commander. It was seent that one of them felt that he could handle the situation, and stepped closer towards the armed Tabula.

She spoke with a condesending and malevolent tone, complemeting the seriene silence that now cemented the surround cold, steel walls. "So, Garrus, you in on this war too? Whose side are you on?"

Taking a moment, he exhaled, and as nicely as he could, exlaimed hi thoughts. "You're turning into a psychopathic murderer, Shepard! All we're trying to do is prevent that. Not by engaging in mutiny, but by showing you that...uh...well, we, you need to relax. Your wasting our time in doing pointless searching, and in this, you're putting stress and pressure on the whole crew, not to mention your own mentality, as you can see."

He took a minute to catch his breath. "I think...we all think, that, the only solution to settle this quarrel is...by...taking a short break from this mission. Now, commander, what will you say?" His voice was sincere; a little bold, but at least honest.

Shepard tilted her head in awe at the bluntness of Garrus. Not sugarcoating it, Garrus, like the other officers would have. She always enjoyed that about Garrus; that he would just say what he felt, and only at the discretion at the necessity of the current situation.

Preventing homicide seemed to be just the right level of necessity needed for him to tell her that she was going insane to her face, and looking back, she knew he was right. The crew was right, they needed a break; she needed a drink.

"I would love a scotch right about now."

It was a few minutes before the room was full of sound. The room was vacant of sound, and it left everyone thinking about what was going to happen next. The tension made everyone chill at the possibility of insanity, and a catastrophic breakdown on Shepard's part. Fate being on their side, however, no such thing made it's way to Tabula.

"Alright, alright…let's go on vacation!"

In one loud hail of cheers, everyone shouted with joy at the thought of relaxation, even for a while.

"Joker," Shepard trying to speak over everyone, not wanting to disturb their final coming of a long overdue shore leave. "Head to the citadel, ASAP!"

"Aye aye, ma'am!"

In a full turn around, Shepard found herself up close, and slightly uncomfortable, with the very person who prevented the possible deaths of the whole crew.

"Shepard, I just want to say…" His voice, still calm and quiet, was overshadowed by the yells of the crew.

"What, Garrus? I can't hear…"

"I…JUST…WANT …" In a sigh, Garrus held out his hand to Shepard, in order to lead her to a quieter place; and incidentally, away from prying eyes and ears.

Dragging her to the Mess Hall of the Normandy, by the door of Shepard's quarters, this is where Garrus has planed his next words very meticulously.

"Shepard?" His voice suddenly uncomfortable being so dominant and out in the open. He felt an uneasiness in such a place; where he was to be judged by Shepard.

"Yes Garrus? You already said a lot, anything else you want to add?" A smile crept upon her face, providing him the ability to clear his throat and speak.

"I just…well, you and me…" A pause ran through his words. He just had to be brash, it seeming to be the only way to say what he means without stumbling.

Shepard waiting patiently, and with anxious participation, listened. Her face glowing in the ship's low blue lighting, almost presenting an aura around her.

"Do you want to go have a drink at the citadel?"

"Alone? It would be quiet rude to leave me to drink alone, after that whole situation upstairs, huh? Would you just let me go and get wasted, leaving me vulnerable?"

"NO, oh my, no I would never do that!"

Shepard laughed, leaving Garrus feeling embarrassed and over reactive. He always felt aggravated when it came to human emotions, and it became more of an annoyance to try to find the sarcasm within the sentence, than a means of a funny joke. Even after all these months on board, he still had a difficult time understanding human emotions, and in the end, most of the humans were always met with a blank stare and a dry chuckle.

"I'm sorry Garrus, I was just kidding." Looking into his eyes, she tried to read him, unsure if she really hurt his feelings. She knew what he was trying to get at, and it made her think.

"Should I really go out right after all that has happened? I'm already with Kaiden, would it be mean if I just told Garrus off now?"

Shepard composed herself, and told Garrus to continue. Stopped, but not willing to give up now, he restated himself.

"Would you, Commander Shepard, like to have a drink with me, once we get to the Citadel and I rest up, and I'm sure that you too have to…"

"Garrus!"

"Yes, Shepard?" He always did speak his mind, and it usually went on for a while.

"I would love to get a drink with you. See you at…?"

"Uh, well, I was thinking someplace quieter than there." He pointed up to the floor above, which was still as loud as ever, completely oblivious to the fact that their commander had left. "So, how about the Embassy Lounge?"

"Sounds great."

"Great…then, I guess I'll see you there when we dock?"

"That's right. Anything else, Garrus?" Shepard was curious as to see if he was already making a pass at her, or if he just never asked someone out before.

"Okay, well, bye Shepard."

Letting him walk a little to see if he was really trying to get to her bedroom, she could tell he was just nervous. And with that, she said back athim, right before turing to her room "Bye, and it's Tabula, you know?"

He turned around, stunned slightly. "What was that, Shepard...uh Tabula?"

She paused, than replied with a loftiness in her voice "Being formal isn't always the most formal thing to do, Mr. Vakarian."

And with that, her door shut behind her. Separating the two, and allowing them to prepare for their oncoming date.

A/N: Well, this is the beginning of something cool, I can just FEEL IT!!!

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