My first story, based on a comment found on a You-Tube video: .com/watch?v=O92m-yy4gGk&feature=related
The Citadel was doomed. This conclusion could be reached merely by looking outside into what had been the peaceful void of space, now filled with the numerous shattered hulks of countless vessels, both those of the Citadel's defense fleet, and those civilian vessels unfortunate enough to be nearby when the attack began.
The sight of those responsible was somehow more terrifying than the massacre itself. Of course, considering that the Reaper fleet seemed to form a dark cloud that blotted out the sight of the stars, it was not difficult to be filled with terror.
Inside the Presidium, civilians were panicking, rioting, and generally just making things even worse, while what few C-Sec and Military personnel remained were doing their best to keep the swelling tide of anarchy back and make an organized evacuation, despite the utter futility of their efforts. They were failing miserably.
Through the middle of all this, an island of calm, strode Councilor Velarn. The Turian walked peacefully through the raging storm of panic, past the looted stores, the angry mobs, the C-Sec officers fleeing from said mobs, without deviating from his destination; The Council Chambers.
He strode into the abandoned area, straight up to the large window that afforded him an excellent view of his imminent annihilation. The Reapers had long since hacked the communication systems, and had been using it to constantly broadcast their claims of the Citadel's pending destruction.
The Councilor merely ignored this, and examined the fleet in front of him. After several moments, he nodded, apparently satisfied. Clearing his throat, he contacted the Reaper fleet. After waiting for them to finish their grand declarations and threats, he began to speak.
"Ah, yes," He responded, his voice filled with skepticism, disbelief, and a large helping of sarcasm. After saying this, he raised his hands, lifting a single finger on each to form the gesture that had caused a certain Human Spectre no end of frustration.
"Reapers." He finished, his voice somehow laden with a greater amount of those three emotions. At this, the Reapers simply vanished completely. From the citadel, to the most isolated and remote planets where they were in the process of subjugating all life, they just…Disappeared completely, as though they had never even existed.
How had this happened? Simple; the Turian representative on the Council had simply "Disbeliefed" them out of existence. And thus was the galaxy saved.